Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

The room was eerily silent, as if even the air had solidified, leaving only Old Peter's heavy and rapid breathing.

He kept his head deeply lowered, cold sweat on his forehead sliding down his cheeks, dripping onto the ground and forming tiny water stains.

He was awaiting Voldemort's final judgment—life or death?

Old Peter had considered the possibility of death; from the moment he stepped into this room, he had prepared himself mentally for a flash of emotionless green light to greet him in the next second.

But more than his own life, Old Peter was worried about whether he could complete the task Sebastian had entrusted to him, a task related to the werewolf community.

Werewolves... held a low status in the entire magical world, always regarded as a stain on the magical world, discriminated against, expelled, and forever unable to stand in the sunlight with dignity.

Only in the Woolf Herb Garden could these werewolves live with their heads held high.

After the emergence of Wolfsbane Potion, their treatment in the magical world improved further, and people's discrimination lessened significantly.

But this was far from enough. Old Peter had a wild ambition in his heart: he not only wanted to further improve the situation of werewolves, but also to make the werewolf community a respected existence.

He wanted werewolves to be able to work in the Ministry of Magic with dignity, not only as Aurors recruited by Scrimgeour before, but also as department heads, or to pursue any profession they wanted.

He still remembered Sebastian's promise that as long as the werewolves could make great contributions in the process of eliminating Voldemort, Swan Media could use this to package and hype the werewolf community, writing a big story in magical history and truly and thoroughly turning the werewolves around.

However, Voldemort still hadn't spoken, and the silence around him was suffocating, as if time had been stretched countless times.

Lucius stood aside, secretly glancing at Voldemort's face, and found that Voldemort was staring at Old Peter with his scarlet eyes, his eyes full of playfulness.

He couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and once again lowered his eyes obediently, not daring to say a word, just praying that Old Peter could successfully muddle through, otherwise, Old Peter would lose his life, and he, as the introducer, would be subjected to the Cruciatus Curse.

"Old Peter," Voldemort stood up and came in front of Old Peter, "Don't always think about playing petty tricks. No one can hide anything from my eyes. Because you told the truth, I've decided to forgive your previous deception."

One Fenrir was nothing. His death was just a trivial matter in the infighting between werewolves, as long as the remaining werewolves continued to be used by him.

Fenrir's matter just confirmed the scene he had just seen in Old Peter's mind.

As for whether these scenes were false scenes created by advanced Occlumency...

Heh!

Such advanced magic as Occlumency could never be mastered by werewolves, a low-level group who hadn't even attended Hogwarts.

"Old Peter," Voldemort said softly, "You haven't been treated badly under Sebastian's command. Are you really determined to betray him? Aren't you afraid he'll make trouble for you?"

Old Peter raised his head without hesitation, his eyes firm, and his tone revealing a hint of deep hatred: "Not afraid! We've had enough of his exploitation!"

"He promised us at the beginning that werewolves could also stand upright in the magical world. For this goal, we did our best to run the Woolf Herb Garden for him, working day and night, never daring to slack off."

"But what was the result? Not only did he not fulfill his promise, but he also squeezed our labor, and we didn't even have time to rest on holidays."

"This time, all the wizards moved to Hogsmeade New Town. Considering Fenrir's matter, I asked him to move the herb garden there as well, so that we could get his protection and integrate into the new magical society, but he flatly refused! The reason was...he was afraid of causing panic among the residents of the New Town."

"The entire magical world is moving to the New Town, but only we werewolves are firmly blocked outside the New Town!"

Old Peter clenched his fists tightly, his veins bulging: "Since he dislikes us so much, why should we continue to work for him?!"

Speaking of this, he deeply lowered his body and kowtowed heavily on the ground, his tone firm.

"Only now did we finally understand that it is not Sebastian who truly gives werewolves freedom, but you, my lord!"

"In your era, werewolves were never so expelled and rejected as they are now. We could walk in the magical world with dignity, instead of being forced to shrink in the herb garden and depend on others as we are now."

He took a deep breath, kowtowed again, and said firmly: "Therefore, we have decided to abandon the darkness and turn to the light, and contribute to your great cause! Please give us a chance, my lord!"

Heh, that makes sense.

The reason why these werewolves wanted to defect to him was because they were squeezed out of the New Town by Sebastian, which aroused resentment.

In addition, the power of the Death Eaters who conquered Gringotts in various countries shocked people's hearts, so they finally recognized the situation and made the right choice.

The corners of Voldemort's mouth curled up slightly, and he said in a gentle tone: "Old Peter, I admire your vision very much. Your choice is correct. Following me, the future of werewolves is indeed much brighter than it is now."

"In the process of expanding forces to various countries, Lucius and the others have collected some werewolves sporadically. As a reward for you, these werewolves will all be handed over to you to command, and the location will be temporarily arranged in the Woolf Herb Garden."

Old Peter was slightly stunned, raised his head, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes: "My lord, since we have already defected to you, why should we stay in the herb garden?"

"Don't worry," Voldemort smiled meaningfully, "The Death Eaters don't need the werewolf battle force for the time being. You can do more by staying in the herb garden."

"Continue to lurk, don't let Sebastian notice any abnormality, and stand up at a critical moment. At that time, I will make Sebastian completely lose face in the entire magical world!"

"Okay, you can kiss my robe."

............

The news of the Death Eaters conquering Gringotts swept the globe like a hurricane, and the entire magical world was shaken.

The Ministry of Magic in various countries could no longer ignore the increasingly expanding power of the Dark Lord, and held emergency meetings overnight, while sending representatives to the International Confederation of Wizards to request further consultation and support.

The Death Eaters were coming aggressively, and the magic governments of any single country were difficult to deal with alone.

At present, only the International Confederation of Wizards can come forward to integrate all resources and unite the scattered forces to curb the continued spread of this crisis, just like dealing with the first generation of Dark Lord.

The next morning, the International Confederation of Wizards held an unprecedented emergency meeting. Representatives from various countries gathered together to argue about how to deal with Voldemort's threat.

However, before they could argue about a reason, a breaking news made the entire venue fall into dead silence.

The first generation of Dark Lord, Gellert Grindelwald, escaped from Nurmengard!