Hogwarts I have been guarding Azkaban for ten years

In the dim cell, a faint light shines in from behind Browder, mapping Browder's outline very clearly, but his face is shrouded in darkness, making it difficult to see the expression on his face. A sense of oppression filled Fenrir's body.

Although werewolves are creatures that like darkness, when there are more terrifying enemies in the darkness, werewolves will reveal their cowardly and despicable side, without any cunning or ferocity left.

"What are you talking about?" Fenrir didn't know what happened, his voice was weak.

Browder put his left hand on his knee and lightly tapped the wand in his right hand. Fenrir felt an overwhelming pressure coming down!

Whoa, whoa!

Fenrir suddenly fell to his knees, as if the shackles on his body were wailing in pain.

"Raise your head." Browder's voice was cold. He sat on the chair and looked down at Fenrir.

Fenrir greeted Browder's family ten thousand times in his heart, but he didn't dare not listen to Browder's words. Under the pressure of strong gravity, he used all his strength to barely lift his neck slightly. The man above looked like a god.

Browder sat upright and put his hands on his knees: "I got news that the werewolf tribe has made big moves recently. I think you, as the former leader of the werewolf tribe, must know something."

Fenrir greeted Browder a thousand times in his mind: What a psycho!I have been imprisoned in Azkaban for such a long time, and I have long lost the ability to control the werewolf tribe outside. If you ask me now, I am not sure what happened, okay?

But looking at Browder's appearance, he would definitely not be satisfied with his answer. Fenrir had no choice but to rack his brains and think.

What could possibly happen to these greedy and stupid guys?

In fact, there are very few pure-blood werewolves like Fenrir in the entire werewolf group. Most of them are hybrid werewolves transformed by other werewolves.

These hybrid werewolves will turn into werewolves on a full moon night, but they cannot maintain their sanity like Fenrir, but instead become a monster that attacks humans on sight.

So Fenrir is really not sure what these guys want to do.

The atmosphere at the scene became more and more depressing. Fenrir felt that the patience of the man in front of him was gradually disappearing. Fenrir, who knew Browder's cruel methods, broke out in cold sweat.

"Me! I remembered!"

Fenrir finally thought of something before Browder was completely angered. At this time, he was as happy as a child who got candy.

Browder adjusted his sitting position, put his slender left leg on his right leg, and clasped his hands together to relieve the depressing atmosphere in the cell.

Fenrir had difficulty speaking under the pressure of the spell, and said breathlessly: "It's an uprising! The werewolves are going to revolt against the wizard!"

Browder frowned and touched his suitcase with his wand. A potion bottle flew out, along with a piece of paper and a quill.

Three drops of liquid flew out of the potion bottle and swirled around Fenrir's mouth. Fenrir hesitated and swallowed it in one gulp.

The quill and paper were floating in mid-air, as if they were ready to record something at any time.

"Tell me more about the rebellion." Browder said in a tone that left no room for doubt.

Fenrir knew that what he swallowed was Veritaserum, and he couldn't hide it even if he wanted to.

"You know, because most werewolves cannot control their minds and only attack humans, werewolves are classified as dark creatures."

"Hmph." Across from Fenrir's cell, Sirius, who had been eavesdropping on the conversation between the two, snorted coldly.

His good friend Lupine is a werewolf, and now he is very dissatisfied when he hears that Fenrir, the culprit, is still here talking shamelessly.

Both Browder and Fenrir ignored him and continued their conversations.

"Before Voldemort came to me, the entire werewolf tribe was actually in an extremely dangerous state."

Fenrir said, his eyes filled with hatred: "You wizards are so arrogant to the core! You treat house elves as pets, and you are very hostile to us werewolves. Countless wolves are hunted every year. All Werewolves must guard their secrets carefully."

"Most werewolves live in isolation and can only survive in desolate wilderness or even dim sewers!"

"We werewolves are humans too! We also have the right to live! You evil wizards ruined everything!"

Fenrir obviously recalled some bad memories. In his long life as a wolf, he may not have been born an evil and bloodthirsty monster, but a blank slate. But in the face of the wizard's discrimination and hatred, Fenrir Leal chose to retaliate with claws.

It's just a pity that his claws are not fast enough, let alone cruel enough!

So now he can only become Browder's prisoner and be at the mercy of Browder.

Browder's face was still dark. He stretched out his wand and pressed it down slightly. A strong pressure instantly pressed on Fenrir's body!

"Umm..."

Fenrir was instantly pressed to the ground by this pressure, his limbs weakly clinging to the cold ground, and a sense of humiliation spread throughout Fenrir's body.

"You are hated by the wizard, just kill him back. This is your freedom. But, does this have anything to do with me?"

Browder stood up and slowly came to Fenrir. The Martin boots stopped in front of the tip of Fenrir's nose. The shadow was as huge as a giant, covering Fenrir's whole body.

"Do you think I have any interest in paying attention to your tragic past? All I want to know now is what plans your werewolf tribe has."

"It seems that you dark creatures are quite resistant to magic. Three drops of Veritaserum are still missing."

Fenrir swore that he had never heard such an oppressive voice. He wanted to open his mouth and tell Browder everything he knew, but he was surprised to find that the fear actually made him unable to speak, so he could only Make meaningless noises like "ahhhh".

"Relax, I'm not that unreasonable. As long as you are willing to share your information, I will definitely reward you accordingly."

Browder sat back in his chair, his wand sliding through the air in front of him.

Fenrir felt that the pressure on his body relaxed a little. He reluctantly lifted his upper body off the ground and was surprised to find a glass of water floating quietly in front of him.

Later, Fenrir was horrified to find that he actually felt a hint of gratitude!

"Drink. This is just a cup of simple boiled water. It will make your throat feel better. After drinking, please tell me the werewolf's plan in detail. Don't let me tell you a third time."

"Yes, Mr. Browder." Fenrir said subconsciously.