Hogwarts: I am the White Lord

The room was eerily quiet, as if even the air had frozen, with only old Pete's heavy and rapid breathing remaining.

He lowered his head deeply, and the cold sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks, dripping onto the ground and turning into tiny water stains.

He was waiting for Voldemort's final judgment - life or death?

It's not that Old Pete hasn't thought about the possibility of death. From the moment he stepped into the room, he had prepared himself mentally. What would greet him in the next second would be an emotionless green light.

But compared to his own life, Old Pete was more worried about whether he could complete the task assigned by Sebastian, a task related to the werewolf group.

Werewolves... have a low status in the entire wizarding world and have always been regarded as a stain on the wizarding world. They are discriminated against and expelled, and can never stand upright in the sun.

Only in the Wolf Herb Garden can werewolves like them live with their heads held high.

After the appearance of wolfsbane potion, their treatment in the wizarding world further improved, and people became less discriminated against them.

But this is far from enough. Old Pete has a crazy ambition in his heart. He not only wants to further improve the situation of werewolves, but also wants to make the werewolf group a respected existence.

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

He still remembered Sebastian's promise that as long as the werewolves could make outstanding contributions in the process of getting rid of Voldemort, Swan Media could use this to package and hype the werewolf group, making it a big feature in the history of magic and allowing the werewolves to truly make a comeback.

However, Voldemort never spoke. The silence around him was suffocating, and time seemed to be stretched countless times.

Lucius stood aside and secretly glanced at Voldemort's face, and found that Voldemort was staring at old Pete with his scarlet eyes, with a playful look in his eyes.

He couldn't help swallowing his saliva, and once again lowered his eyes obediently, not daring to say a word. He just prayed that Old Pete could get away with it smoothly. Otherwise, not only would Old Pete lose his life, but he, the introducer, would also be tortured by the Cruciatus Curse.

"Old Pete," Voldemort stood up and walked in front of Old Pete, "Don't always try to be clever. No one can hide from my eyes. Since you told the truth, I decided to forgive your previous deception."

It's just Fenrir, if he dies, he dies. The infighting among werewolves is just a trivial matter. It is enough as long as the remaining werewolves continue to be used by themselves.

What happened to Fenrir just confirmed the scene he had just seen in Old Pete's mind.

As to whether these scenes are fake scenes created by advanced brain occlumency...

Ha ha!

Advanced magic like Occlumency is definitely not something that can be mastered by werewolves, a low-level group that has never even attended Hogwarts.

"Old Pete," Voldemort said softly, "You have not been treated badly by Sebastian. Are you really determined to betray him? Aren't you afraid that he will cause trouble for you?"

Old Pete raised his head without hesitation, his eyes firm, his tone revealing a hint of deep hatred: "Don't be afraid! We have had enough of his exploitation!"

"He promised us that werewolves could gain a foothold in the wizarding world. To achieve this goal, we worked hard to run the Wolf Herb Garden for him, working day and night without slacking off."

"But what happened? Not only did he fail to deliver on his promise, but he also exploited our labor force to the point where we didn't even have time to rest during the holidays."

"This time, all wizards moved to the new city of Hogsmeade. 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 city."

"The entire wizarding world is moving to the new city, but we werewolves are the only ones being blocked outside!"

Old Pete clenched his fists tightly, veins popping out: "Since he despises us so much, why should we continue to work for him?!"

Having said this, he bent down deeply, knocked heavily on the ground, and spoke in a firm tone.

"It was not until this moment that we finally understood that it was not Sebastian who truly gave the werewolves freedom, but you, sir!"

"In your time, werewolves have never been so expelled and excluded as they are today. We can walk in the wizarding world with dignity, instead of being forced to hide in the herb garden and rely on others like we do now."

He took a deep breath, kowtowed again, and said in a resounding voice: "So, we have decided to give up the dark and join the light, and contribute to your great cause! Please give us a chance!"

Haha, that makes sense.

The reason why these werewolves wanted to join him was because they were squeezed out of the new city by Sebastian, which made them resentful.

In addition, the Death Eaters' mighty attack on Gringotts in various countries was so awe-inspiring that they finally realized the situation and made the right choice.

The corners of Voldemort's mouth curled up slightly, and he said gently: "Old Pete, I admire your vision. Your choice is correct. Follow me, and the future of werewolves will indeed be much brighter than it is now."

"In the process of expanding their influence to various countries, Lucius and his men gathered a number of werewolves. As a reward for you, all of these werewolves are under your command. The location is temporarily arranged in the Wolf Herb Garden."

Old Pete was slightly startled, raised his head, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes: "Sir, since we have already surrendered to you, why do we still have to stay in the herb garden?"

“No hurry,” Voldemort smiled meaningfully, “The Death Eaters are not short of werewolves for now. You can do more by staying in the herb garden.”

"Keep lurking and don't let Sebastian notice anything unusual. Wait until the critical moment to stand out. By then, I will make Sebastian completely lose face in the entire magic world!"

"Okay, you can kiss my robe now."

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

The news that the Death Eaters had captured Gringotts swept across the world like a hurricane, shocking the entire wizarding world.

The Ministries of Magic of various countries could no longer ignore the growing power of the You-Know-Who and held emergency meetings overnight. They also sent representatives to the International Confederation of Wizards to request further consultation and support.

The Death Eaters are coming in such a menacing force that it is difficult for any single country's magical government to deal with it alone.

Right now, only the International Confederation of Wizards can step forward, 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 emergency meeting of unprecedented scale, with representatives from various countries gathered together to discuss how to deal with the threat of Voldemort.

However, before they could come to a conclusion, a breaking news plunged the entire venue into silence.

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