Chapter 162

Greyback has been in a very bad mood recently.

On one hand, he was being chased and hiding by Aurors and Watchers, and on the other hand, he had to be scolded by Albert Runcorn, accusing him of being ineffective.

He didn't even think about it; with these crooked-mouthed and squint-eyed subordinates of his, biting some Muggles is fine, but can they face off against properly trained Aurors?

Runcorn even ordered him to assassinate Murphy Darkholm. Just kidding, you can't even kill him yourself, and you want us to be cannon fodder? Do you really think werewolves have no brains at all?

In addition to the increasing pressure from the wizarding world, Greyback found that the team seemed hard to lead recently.

First, hearing that there were werewolves who could transform on days other than the full moon and attacked Aurors, his werewolf subordinates (including himself) were shocked.

Those werewolves could transform at any time, and seemed to be able to control the transformation process, and even maintain sanity!

This is something they have dreamed of for a long time.

If they could do it too, they wouldn't be beaten and run away by Aurors.

This made his subordinates suspect whether there was a more powerful werewolf leader leading those guys. His militant subordinates had been looking at him with subtle provocations recently, and his authority was gradually being lost.

Secondly, they heard that a Jishi Wizard Hospital had opened in Diagon Alley, capable of treating werewolf mania.

Although it could only treat wizards in the early stages of infection and had no effect on them who had been werewolves for a long time, it was said that the doctors there were also werewolves, and they would not be discriminated against there.

This made the weak guys among his subordinates increasingly miss the wizarding world.

One step in, one step out, two better paths were placed in front of the werewolves, making people's hearts restless, and he could no longer command them as casually as before.

Especially recently, Remus Lupin had also come to the werewolf pack. He had been persuading the werewolves not to engage in destructive activities. Under the current circumstances, quite a few werewolves actually listened to his words, making Greyback's rule increasingly weak.

He urgently wanted to change all this, so he decided to hold a bloody duel.

In the forest.

Facing nearly fifty werewolves, Greyback began to speak.

"Werewolf brothers, you are all my brothers, my sisters, and some are children I brought up myself."

"We are a family."

"The wizarding world abandoned you, your families abandoned you, it was I who gathered you together, gave you food, taught you how to survive, and gave you a place to live."

"How happy we were! Hunting together in the mountains, drinking together, reveling together..."

"No one feels happy, Greyback."

Greyback's speech hadn't even reached halfway when he was interrupted.

He looked at that guy, Remus Lupin!

"Moreover, the person who let this world abandon us, let our parents abandon us, is you. If it weren't for you deliberately biting us, how could we have been abandoned by our families and the wizarding world. We should have lived a normal life like other wizards."

"Instead of being like this now, precarious, running around, like a street rat."

"Happy?" Remus showed a bitter smile on his pale face, "We were just numbing ourselves, letting ourselves forget the unbearable pain. You call that happy?"

"Remus," Greyback glared at him fiercely, "You coward, dare to question me?!"

"I'm just stating the facts, Greyback," Lupin said, "Stop bewitching everyone to oppose wizards. Wanton destruction cannot bring us any benefits. We can live like ordinary people."

"Bullshit!" Greyback mocked disdainfully, "Some of them don't even have wands! Without me, they wouldn't even have food! We aren't as lucky as you, young master! You guy who licks wizards' asses is not our kind at all!"

"So, I am an example," Lupin said, "An example that a werewolf can live better than now."

Greyback realized that if it were a debate, he would definitely not be a match for Lupin, who graduated from Hogwarts.

"Balabalabala... wizard's tone!" Greyback said, "Only wizards use their mouths to argue who is right and who is wrong! If you are a werewolf! Speak in a werewolf's way!"

He said, showing a fierce, hideous grin on his face, "Are you going to challenge me and have a bloody duel with me?!"

Bloody duel.

There is no law among werewolves, and to resolve disputes, werewolves who believe that violence is justice eventually formed the tradition of bloody duels.

This is a one-on-one duel to the death; one side dies, and the other side is naturally right.

These werewolves were not all transformed by Greyback, and the reason they followed Greyback's orders was because for a long time, Greyback had always been the strongest werewolf. He consolidated his position through countless bloody duels, and no one dared to oppose his words.

Greyback's words received a chorus of approval from the werewolves. Regardless of fairness, they had indeed long recognized this tradition.

For a moment, a trace of fear flashed in Remus's eyes.

This murderer who caused his lifelong distress, the devil who appeared in his nightmares countless times, it was impossible to say that he was truly fearless of Greyback.

But he was no longer the little boy he was back then.

He had gained a lot from those friends, including the courage to fight against fate.

A few days ago, learning the news about Sirius from the newspaper, Remus almost wept with joy.

What he believed in was not false; Sirius was innocent, that proud and loyal Sirius was still the person he knew.

This was like a handful of fire, once again illuminating his state of mind that had been sinking into chaos for these years.

Thank you, my friend.

I really want to have a drink with you and have a good chat.

However, your struggle has ended, and my battle has just begun.

This time, I can no longer escape.

He handed his wand to a werewolf nearby, who pulled him, "Don't, don't go, you can't beat him."

Wands cannot be used in bloody duels. Werewolves, who are excluded by wizards, regard using wands in duels as an insult.

"If I fail, I will try my best to consume his physical strength, let Jesse go on stage, he will definitely be able to defeat him," Lupin said, patting the latter's arm, "Jishi Wizard Hospital treats werewolves for free, and Wolfsbane Potion is also free. Everyone can live a normal life in this way. If it is still very difficult, you can go to Dumbledore, he will definitely help you."

"But, we don't know him..."

This group of werewolves like rats in the gutter, where would they go to know Dumbledore, the most prestigious person in the wizarding world?

Lupin was silent for a moment, "Then go find Murphy, he at least will treat us like people."

Murphy is an ambitious person, not the type Lupin likes, but judging from his various actions, he is not a guy who doesn't treat his subordinates as people.

He would confront Aurors for Muggles bitten by werewolves, and would also build a wizard hospital to win people's hearts. This at least shows that he will at least do the superficial work well. In any case, it is much better than Greyback.

"Don't dawdle, do you dare to duel or not?" Greyback yelled impatiently.

He was ready to tear this Remus Lupin into pieces and let this group of werewolves learn again how to treat his orders.

Lupin gritted his teeth, broke free from the arm pulling him, and walked into the field.

It's time to make a break.

He rushed up, and then, he saw Greyback show a gloomy and vicious grin. Then, Greyback rushed up with superhuman speed. His two hands alienated and became larger, stretching out sharp nails like wolf claws, and his mouth also began to protrude, fangs elongated, actually becoming a half-man, half-wolf appearance.

He could actually achieve autonomous wolf transformation, although it was only a partial transformation, it also made his physical fitness far exceed that of ordinary wizards.

Lupin understood.

This is a trap.

He had no chance of winning at all.

He would die meaninglessly.

"Roar!" With a roar, Greyback pounced on him.

The half-wolf muzzle bit his neck, and then, tore fiercely.

(End of chapter)