#200 - Chapter 200 Helping Voldemort Clean Up His Team
Watching the werewolves scatter and flee, Sebastian felt a bit bored.
Too fragile!
There's no sense of impact at all; fighting a golem is more satisfying.
However, we can't let the tiger return to the mountain!
Every single one of the radical werewolves present is a villain on the wanted list.
Although they aren't as heinous as Greyback, they are all wicked types who enjoy attacking humans on the night of the full moon.
If they were allowed to leave, who knows how many innocent people would be forcibly transformed into werewolves by their sharp teeth in the future.
Thinking of this, Sebastian gripped his wand and pointed it towards the surrounding towering trees.
Under the effect of the Transfiguration spell, they turned into giant pythons, coiling around the fleeing werewolves.
No matter how desperately they tried to escape, they couldn't shake off the pursuit of these giant snakes.
Before one werewolf could react, he was wrapped around the body by a giant python, and with the cracking sound of bones, he struggled futilely for a moment before becoming still.
More giant pythons pounced on the other werewolves from all directions. One radical werewolf tried to leap away, but just as he took off, he was struck by a thick snake tail and slammed heavily back to the ground.
The giant python quickly wrapped around his limbs, binding him tightly to the ground. The snake's mouth opened, and it bit his neck hard.
The screams of the radical werewolves gradually became sparse, eventually disappearing completely into the silent night.
Listening to the movements of his subordinates, Greyback no longer had the imposing manner of just now. He was filled with fear, struggling to dodge the incoming giant pythons.
Damn it!
Why is this monster so strong?
All of my subordinates are top-notch, capable of calmly dealing with Auror pursuits.
Now, they don't have the slightest power to resist.
My subordinates and I gathered together only to wait for the full moon in a few days, transform into werewolves, and attack a village.
Why did we attract this kind of monster!
In a daze, Greyback thought of how he used to play with a child in the past.
That child desperately ran away, but was easily caught by him, and then bitten hard.
Did that child become a werewolf?
Greyback didn't know. He only remembered that after biting that child, he threw him into the bushes like trash.
As for the result, it didn't matter at all.
Suddenly, a huge force came from behind, and Greyback, who was running, was directly kicked to the ground by Sebastian.
He nimbly got up, grabbed his wand, and was about to attack Sebastian.
"Avada..."
Before he could finish speaking, he felt his hand loosen, and his wand was directly snatched away by that monster.
Crack—
Greyback's eyes turned bloodshot: "My wand!"
Thinking that after losing his wand, he would no longer have any chance of escaping, Greyback was instantly aroused to ferocity.
He lunged at Sebastian, biting his arm hard.
As long as he broke the other party's skin, the other party would be at risk of contracting lycanthropy.
If I can't live, you can't think of having it easy either!
Crunch—
Greyback suddenly felt that he was biting on hard steel. Not only did he not break through the defense, but he also knocked out two of his own teeth.
Impossible!
It can't be this hard.
Greyback went completely crazy, ignoring the pain in his teeth, tearing and biting at Sebastian's arm again and again.
Looking at Greyback's frantic appearance, Sebastian grinned.
"Mr. Greyback, you're useless even if I give you a chance. You can't break my defense even if I stand still."
Saying that, Sebastian reached out his other hand, grabbed Greyback's neck, and lifted him up. He returned to Old Peter's side in a few steps and threw him on the ground.
Instantly, several ropes appeared, tightly wrapping Greyback.
"I gave your little brothers a quick death."
"As for you, Mr. Fenrir Greyback, I have many employees who hate you to the bone."
"I have to avenge them!"
"Wait!" The madness in Greyback's eyes faded away, and the desire to survive once again took over.
"Don't kill me, I can rely on you and become your subordinate."
"No, no, I mean become your servant."
"Servant?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, yes, yes," Greyback said eagerly, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, "I am willing to become your humble servant."
"You are Old Peter's boss, right?"
"For a big shot like you, there are always some shady things that need someone like me to do."
"I guarantee that no matter what you order, I can handle it beautifully for you."
"Give me a chance."
"No need," Sebastian shook his head gently, "I don't need any servants."
"I only need good employees who can work for me."
Sebastian glanced at Old Peter, who came out of the icehouse. "I already have many excellent werewolf employees."
Saying that, Sebastian raised the wolf's fang club and aimed it at Greyback's limbs in his terrified eyes.
"By the way, I represent Lupin, Jenny, and Hall to say hello to you, because of you, they became werewolves."
"Repent of the sins you committed in pain!"
As the wolf's fang club fell heavily, Greyback let out bursts of heart-wrenching howls.
The intense pain made his spirit a little dazed.
This kind of howl is so familiar, usually the sound made by his prey.
Unexpectedly, when it came to him, he screamed even more miserably than those prey.
Along with the pain, his howls gradually weakened, eventually disappearing completely into the night.
Looking at the disfigured Greyback, Sebastian's heart was without any ripples.
He waved his wand, and the surrounding soil immediately began to surge, as if an invisible hand was manipulating the earth, swallowing all the dead werewolves little by little into the depths of the soil.
The surrounding forest returned to its original appearance, and only Old Peter knew what had happened here.
Eliminating the werewolf leader Greyback and the radical werewolves he led, Sebastian was in a great mood.
He clearly knew that before long, Voldemort would rise again, and these werewolves would inevitably become his accomplices.
Of course, even under Voldemort, Greyback and these dirty werewolves were just marginal characters.
Voldemort never really valued them, and didn't even grant them the status of Death Eaters.
For Voldemort, these werewolves were just a group of low-level tools, and they would never gain his true trust.
Thinking of this, Sebastian couldn't help but reveal a sneer.
Hehe ~
Lord Voldemort, I'll help you clean up these filth in advance, lest these werewolves stain your eyes.
I hope you can understand my good intentions.
Sebastian put away the wolf's fang club, canceled the Dragon-Man form, and left this dark forest with Old Peter.
The forest became completely silent, only the wind gently blowing, seemingly whispering everything that had happened here.
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