Chapter 200 Helping Voldemort Clean Up His Team
Looking at the werewolves fleeing in all directions, Sebastian felt a little bored.
So crispy!
There is no sense of impact at all, and it's not as satisfying as hitting the alchemy doll.
However, we can't let the tiger go back to the mountains!
Every one of the radical werewolves present was a wanted villain.
Although they are not as bad as the criminal Greyback, they are both bad guys who like to attack humans on full moon nights.
If we let them go, who knows how many innocent people will be forced to transform into werewolves under their sharp teeth in the future.
Thinking of this, Sebastian raised his wand and pointed it at the towering trees around him.
Under the effect of transfiguration, they turned into huge pythons and entangled the fleeing werewolves.
No matter how hard they tried to flee, they could not escape the pursuit of these giant pythons.
Before a werewolf could react, he was entangled by the giant python. With the sound of bones cracking, he struggled in vain twice and then stopped moving.
More giant pythons pounced on the other werewolves from all directions. A radical werewolf tried to jump up to escape, but as soon as he got into the air, he was swept by a thick snake tail and fell heavily back to the ground.
The giant python quickly wrapped around his limbs, pinning him to the ground, opening its mouth and biting his neck fiercely.
The screams of the radical werewolves gradually became sparse, and finally disappeared completely in the silent night.
Hearing the movements of his men, Greyback no longer had the dignity he had just now. He was filled with fear and struggled to dodge one giant python after another that attacked him.
Damn!
Why is this monster so strong?
All of his men are top-notch fighters, and they can handle it calmly even when facing the pursuit of Aurors.
Now there is no power to resist at all.
He and his men gathered together just to wait for the full moon night in a few days, transform into werewolves, and then attack a village.
Why would such a monster be attracted here!
Suddenly, Greyback recalled that he had once teased a child in the same way.
The child tried desperately to escape, but was easily caught by himself and bitten hard.
Did that kid turn into a werewolf?
Greyback had no idea. He only remembered that after biting the child, he threw the child into the bushes like trash.
As for the result, it doesn't matter at all.
Suddenly, a huge force came from behind, and Greyback was kicked to the ground by Sebastian while running.
He stood up nimbly, grabbed his wand and was about to attack Sebastian.
"Avada..."
Before he could finish his words, he felt his hand loosen and his wand was snatched away by the monster.
click-
Greyback's eyes turned red. "My wand!"
Greyback was immediately aroused by the thought that he would have no chance of escape after losing his wand.
He lunged at Sebastian and bit his arm hard.
As long as the victim's skin is broken by the bite, the victim is at risk of contracting lycanthropy.
If you don't let me live, you won't have an easy life either!
humming—
Greyback suddenly felt as if he had bitten into solid steel. Not only did he fail to break the defense, but he also lost two of his teeth.
impossible!
It can't be that hard.
Greyback went completely mad, ignoring the pain in his teeth as he bit Sebastian's arm again and again.
Looking at Greyback's crazy look, Sebastian grinned.
"Mr. Greyback, you can't do anything even if I give you the chance. You can't break my defense even if I stand still."
As he spoke, Sebastian stretched out his other hand, grabbed Greyback by the neck and lifted him up, then walked back to Old Pete and threw him to the ground.
Instantly several ropes appeared, wrapping Greyback tightly around them.
"I gave those little brothers of yours a good beating."
"As for you, Mr. Fenrir Greyback, many of my staff hate you with a passion."
"I have to avenge them!"
"Wait!" The madness in Greyback's eyes disappeared, and the desire to survive prevailed again.
"Don't kill me. I can surrender to you and become your subordinate."
"No no, I mean to be your servant."
"Servant?" Sebastian raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, yes," said Greyback eagerly, as if grasping at straw. "I will be your humble servant."
"You are Old Pete's boss, right?"
"For a big shot like you, there are always some things that are not worthy of being mentioned on the stage, and people like me are needed to do them."
"I promise, whatever you ask me to do, I can do it beautifully."
"give me a chance."
"No," Sebastian shook his head slightly, "I don't need any servants."
“I just need good employees who can work for me.”
Sebastian glanced at Old Pete who came out of the igloo, "I already have a lot of excellent werewolf employees."
With that, Sebastian raised his mace and aimed it at Greyback's limbs as he watched in horror.
"By the way, I want to say hello to you on behalf of Lupin, Jenny, and Hall. It is because of you that they became werewolves."
"Confess your sins in pain!"
As the mace fell heavily, Greyback let out a series of heart-wrenching howls.
The severe pain made him a little dazed.
This howl is so familiar; it is usually the sound made by one's prey.
Unexpectedly, when it was my turn, I screamed even more miserably than the prey.
His howls of pain gradually weakened and finally disappeared completely in the night.
Looking at Greyback who was no longer in human form, Sebastian felt no wavering in his heart.
He waved his wand, and the surrounding soil immediately began to churn, as if an invisible hand was controlling the earth, swallowing all the dead werewolves little by little into the deep soil.
The surrounding woods returned to their original state, and only Old Pete knew what had happened here.
Sebastian was in a good mood after eliminating the werewolf leader Greyback and the radical werewolves he led.
He knew clearly that it would not be long before Voldemort would rise again, and these werewolves would inevitably become his accomplices.
Of course, even under Voldemort, filthy werewolves like Greyback were marginal characters.
Voldemort never really valued them, and didn't even give them the status of Death Eaters.
To Voldemort, these werewolves were nothing more than a group of low-level tools who could never gain his true trust.
Thinking of this, Sebastian couldn't help but sneer.
Haha~
Lord Dark Lord, I will help you clean up these filth in advance to prevent these werewolves from polluting your eyes.
I hope you can understand my good intentions.
Sebastian put away his mace, cancelled his dragon form, and left the dark forest with Old Pete.
The forest became completely silent, with only the sound of the wind blowing gently, as if whispering about everything that had happened here.
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