Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

Those stubborn werewolves actually became afraid. It seems that this full-scale attack on Gringotts did bring unexpected gains.

A hint of mockery appeared at the corner of Voldemort's mouth, and a cold light flashed in his scarlet eyes.

But, you ignored me before, and now you want to come to me. Isn’t it a little late?

His fingers tapped lightly on the table, his eyes moving between everyone, thinking about the more far-reaching layout.

The Death Eaters' power is growing, and now they have so many talented people that they no longer need these curly-haired beasts to fill the gap in strength.

However, these guys still have a great deterrent effect on ordinary wizards. After all, no one wants to be infected with lycanthropy.

More importantly, these guys are Sebastian's employees. If they can be recruited, not only can Sebastian's power be weakened, but he can also be dealt a fatal blow at a critical moment.

At the very least, it would disgust Sebastian and undermine his morale.

Thinking of this, Voldemort tilted his head slightly, his eyes fell on Lucius, and spoke slowly.

"Fear is indeed the best reason, Lucius. I certainly don't mind taming a group of well-behaved and obedient hounds. After all, the fighting power of werewolves is still very objective no matter what."

"These werewolves are Sebastian's subordinates. They are willing to turn from darkness to light. Why should I refuse?"

"But..." The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a hint of interest, and his scarlet eyes flashed with a glimmer of inquiry, "I want to meet this old Peter in person to confirm whether he is sincere in surrendering."

"Master," Lucius said quickly, "I have asked Old Pete to be ready. I can bring him to you any time."

"In order to prevent Sebastian from noticing Old Pete's movements, I suggest calling Old Pete over after the meeting. Sebastian is currently dealing with the mess at Gringotts and has no time to take care of the Wolfe Herb Garden."

"Of course, if the master feels that he disturbs your rest, then I will bring him here another day. Everything is subject to the master's will."

Oh, this Lucius is still so thoughtful.

If he hadn't lost his notebook, he could still be entrusted with the important task.

“It’s okay. You can bring him here now,” Voldemort smiled slightly, then looked at everyone and instructed, “Today’s meeting ends here. I will not pursue the matter of Gringotts any further. When you go back, please make sure there are no termites in the team.”

"Karkaroff, since there's nothing going on in Austria, go deal with the guys pretending to be us in Africa and Asia."

"Kill a few typical ones, and gather the rest into our team. These high-quality combat forces cannot be wasted. Okay, adjourn the meeting!"

The Death Eaters stood up one after another, saluted respectfully to Voldemort, and left the hall one by one.

Soon, the hall fell completely silent, leaving only Voldemort sitting in the main seat, his fingertips slowly stroking the Elder Wand, as if he was thinking, or waiting.

A moment later, there was a slight knock on the door, and then the door was pushed open. Lucius Malfoy lowered his head as usual, with a respectful attitude, while old Peter beside him was obviously a little uneasy.

Before coming here, Old Pete had prepared himself mentally countless times, but after seeing those scarlet eyes, he couldn't help but feel weak all over.

He had personally experienced the time when Voldemort was at his peak, and was well aware of how cold-blooded and cruel this man was.

"My Lord!" As he had practiced countless times before, Old Pete's knees went weak and he fell to the ground. "On behalf of the werewolf community, I hope to join you and contribute to your great cause."

Voldemort's gaze slowly fell on the werewolf, and a hint of profound meaning flashed across his eyes.

"Look up and look me in the eyes." Voldemort's voice was low and slow, and every syllable carried an irresistible majesty. "Old Pete, do you really want to join me and be loyal to my team?"

Old Pete's shoulders trembled slightly. He mustered up his courage and slowly raised his head. His Adam's apple rolled as he tried to steady his voice: "Sir... we werewolves are truly surrendering... it's absolutely not false... and we werewolves have long wanted to join your team."

"Really?" Voldemort's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a half-smile. He leaned forward slightly, and his voice suddenly turned cold, "But I smell a lie..."

The air turned cold in an instant, and old Pete's heartbeat suddenly stopped. His acting skills and Occlumency were both recognized by Sebastian, so it didn't make sense for them to be exposed right away.

"If you really want to join me, why haven't you accepted Lucius's invitation? Tell me! Who gave you the courage to come and play tricks on me?"

Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly became sharp and the Elder Wand pointed fiercely at Old Pete.

"Heart-wrenching!"

Old Pete's body twitched violently, and then he fell heavily to the ground. The intense pain was like countless hot steel needles piercing his bone marrow. His limbs spasmed uncontrollably, and white foam appeared at the corners of his mouth due to the severe pain.

His nails dug deep into the floor, trying in vain to resist the bone-eating torture. The sound coming from his throat changed from a roar to a wail, and finally, it turned into a cry.

"Sir! Spare my life - ah ah - I am not lying! I really want to surrender -"

The corners of Voldemort's mouth slightly raised, his eyes showed no mercy, only cold scrutiny. He admired old Peter's pain, watching him rolling and struggling on the ground, like a wild dog roasted by fire.

"Ah - spare me! Great Dark Lord, I will never dare to deceive you again. We didn't agree to recruit you before because of Fenrir."

Voldemort waved his wand gently to remove the spell: "Speak clearly, this is your last chance!"

"My lord," Old Pete collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. He forced himself to kneel straight, his hands trembling as he supported himself on the ground, "Thank you for your kindness."

"In Wolf's Herb Garden, many people were transformed into werewolves after being bitten by Fenrir. It can be said that we hate him to the core."

"By chance, we killed the abominable Fenrir."

"After you returned, my lord, you arranged for Mr. Malfoy to find Fenrir so that he could subdue the werewolves."

"It was not until this moment that we remembered that Fenrir was your subordinate."

"We..." Old Peter paused and said in a hoarse voice, "We made a huge mistake. Naturally, we dare not agree to Mr. Lucius's recruitment."

"Now, after seeing with our own eyes what happened to Gringotts... we truly understand how foolish our past decisions were!"

Old Pete knocked his head hard on the ground, and shouted in a voice of despair and awe, almost pleading:

"Sir! Please forgive our mistakes! We are willing to offer our loyalty and give everything to atone for our crimes..."