#442 - Chapter 442 Senior, this is Old Pete

Amazing!

Lucius is on point! He deduced Voldemort's greatest secret merely from his personality and reactions.

It must be said that Lucius's intelligence and wisdom played a crucial role in developing the Malfoy family to its current state.

Sebastian looked at Lucius with admiration, nodding slightly to acknowledge his guess.

“Senior, your deduction is very accurate. According to my information, the Dark Lord indeed has more than one Horcrux.”

After receiving Sebastian's confirmation, Lucius was stunned.

He actually guessed right?!

No wonder the Dark Lord didn't seem to care too much about losing the diary; it turns out he had more than one backup plan.

Seriously... what is the Dark Lord thinking? Splitting his soul once isn't enough to satisfy his needs.

So, what should I do now?

The Dark Lord is essentially immortal until all the Horcruxes are completely destroyed.

I am now fully committed to Sebastian's cause, with no possibility of turning back. Since there's no retreat, I must find a way to deal with the Dark Lord.

Besides, the Dark Lord is no match for Dumbledore to begin with, and now there's Sebastian as well. Facing two opponents, the Dark Lord's demise is only a matter of time.

For the future of the Malfoy family, I must make great contributions in destroying the Horcruxes.

Thinking of this, Lucius gritted his teeth and made up his mind: "I will pay more attention to Horcrux information in the future, and I will contact you as soon as I find any clues."

“No, Senior,” Sebastian waved his hand gently, “You don’t need to worry about this matter, in fact, you should pretend that you know nothing about it.”

He paused, a confident smile appearing on his lips: "I already have some leads on the Dark Lord's other Horcruxes, so you can rest assured that the Dark Lord will be defeated."

To be honest, Sebastian was very pleased that Lucius took the initiative to offer to collect Horcrux information.

In addition, he had just proactively reminded Sebastian to pay attention to Dementors, giants, and werewolves, all of which indicated that he was truly taking defeating the Dark Lord as his own cause.

Of course, regarding the giants, Dumbledore had already arranged for Madame Maxime and Hagrid to handle it, and Sebastian had also made corresponding preparations.

As for the Dementors, Sebastian had a working soul in hand, which could order the other Dementors to defect at any time.

As for the werewolves, Sebastian had also made preparations long ago, but he didn't expect Voldemort to put Lucius in charge of this matter before. Now it seems that some preparations still need to be adjusted flexibly.

“Senior, the Dark Lord asked you to find Fenrir Greyback?”

“Yes,” Lucius said anxiously, “Do you have any news about him?”

“Yes! However, you won’t be able to complete this task, because Fenrir and his men have already been killed by me.”

Dead...

Sure enough, that was the reason. No wonder that mad dog hadn't made any moves for so long.

The problem is, how should I report back to Voldemort now?

Thinking of Voldemort's furious appearance, Lucius shuddered, his throat feeling a little dry.

“Senior, don’t panic, I have a way for you to report back,” Sebastian waved his hand, telling him to be calm, then he took out his magic phone and dialed a number, “Hello, Old Peter, Safe House Three, come over here.”

Old Peter?

Isn't that the werewolf leader under Sebastian?

Could it be...

Before long, Lucius saw a tall man push the door open and enter.

The man was wearing casual clothes, his steps were steady but with a hint of urgency. After entering the room, he politely bowed slightly to Lucius, then his bright eyes instantly turned to Sebastian, his face full of excitement that was almost impossible to hide.

In the past two days, as the students of Hogwarts went home for vacation, the rumors of the Dark Lord's resurrection spread rapidly through the streets and alleys like wildfire, causing an uproar in the wizarding world.

Most of the masses scoffed at this, thinking it was just fake news. After all, so many days had passed, and the Ministry of Magic hadn't issued a statement. What else could it be but fake news?

But Old Peter didn't think so. After hearing Sebastian confirm the Dark Lord's resurrection, he became convinced of the news.

“Boss!” Old Peter couldn't help but speak, his voice filled with suppressed excitement, “Is it time for us werewolves to come out? We are all ready, just waiting for your order!”

These words were not just empty talk. Over the past few years, Old Peter and his werewolf group had greatly improved their living conditions thanks to Sebastian's support.

But this didn't mean everything was smooth sailing. The werewolf community still hadn't escaped the prejudice and discrimination of the wizarding world. If they wanted to truly earn respect, time alone was far from enough.

“Either slowly grind your way to the top, or make unparalleled achievements that no one can ignore.” These were the words Sebastian had once said to him, every word like thunder, deeply engraved in his heart.

Sebastian had also told him that when the Dark Lord returned, he would definitely summon the werewolves again.

Since Fenrir's death, their Wolfsbane Herb Garden had the largest werewolf population, and the Dark Lord would definitely target them, and this would be a great opportunity for these werewolves to make contributions.

“Sit down and talk,” Sebastian pointed to the sofa next to him, “I called you here for the matter you have in mind.”

“You have met this Malfoy family's head before, Lucius Malfoy. He is responsible for the werewolf recruitment, and he will recommend you to the Dark Lord.”

“Senior, this is Old Peter, the werewolf supervisor of the Wolfsbane Herb Garden,” Sebastian looked at Lucius again, “I trust him very much, rest assured that he and the other combat team's werewolves have mastered Occlumency, enough to deal with the Dark Lord's probing.”

If they wanted to successfully deceive the Dark Lord, Occlumency was undoubtedly the foundation. As early as after killing Fenrir, Sebastian realized this and immediately began teaching Occlumency to the werewolf members of the combat team.

However, this high-level magic was not something everyone could easily master. For these werewolf employees who had never received formal magical education, Occlumency was like a complex celestial book. Over the past two years, only twenty or so werewolves had truly mastered this skill.

To ensure everything was foolproof, Sebastian specially arranged unbreakable contracts for these werewolves as a final insurance. After all, he knew that when facing an opponent as suspicious as the Dark Lord, any negligence would be fatal.

Especially since, on the surface, these werewolves were all employees under Sebastian, if they rashly defected, it would inevitably arouse the Dark Lord's vigilance. Therefore, they had to develop a perfect infiltration plan.

So, for the rest of the morning, Sebastian, Lucius, and Old Peter discussed together, refining every step, and considering all the details and changes that might occur during the infiltration.

Their discussion lasted for several hours, until they finally reached a consensus. After the plan was completely formed, Sebastian sent the two away, and then Apparated to the Ministry of Magic to attend the Wizengamot meeting to be held in the afternoon.