Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 162 Bloody Duel

Greyback has been in a very bad mood lately.

On one hand, he was being chased by Aurors and Watchmen, and on the other hand, he was being berated by Albert Rencoun for his incompetence.

He didn't even consider that with his bunch of scoundrels, they might be able to handle some Muggles, but could they really compete head-on with properly trained Aurors?

Renkorn even ordered him to assassinate Murphy Darkholm. Are you kidding me? You can't even take him down yourself, and you want us to be cannon fodder? Do you really think werewolves have no brains at all?

Besides the increasing pressure from the wizarding world, Greyback found that leading teams had become increasingly difficult lately.

First, his werewolves (including himself) were shocked to hear that some werewolves could transform outside of the full moon and had attacked Aurors.

Those werewolves can transform at any time, and they seem to be able to control the transformation process, and even maintain their sanity!

This is something they've always dreamed of.

If they could do that too, they wouldn't have been beaten so badly by the Aurors that they had to run away in terror.

This made his subordinates suspect that there was a more powerful werewolf leader leading them. His warmongers had recently been giving him subtly defiant looks, and his authority was gradually eroding.

Secondly, they heard that a charitable wizarding hospital had opened in Diagon Alley that could treat wolf disease.

Although it can only treat wizards in the early stages of infection and has little effect on those who have been werewolves for a long time, it is said that the doctors there are also werewolves, and they will not be discriminated against as werewolves there.

This made his weaker subordinates increasingly nostalgic for the wizarding world.

With one option forward and one option back, two better paths lay before the werewolves, causing their morale to waver, and he could no longer command them as freely as before.

Especially recently, Remus Lupin came to the wolf pack and kept persuading the werewolves not to carry out destructive activities. Under these circumstances, quite a few werewolves actually listened to him, which made Greyback's dominance increasingly weak.

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

in the forest.

Facing nearly fifty werewolves, Greyback spoke.

"Werewolf brothers, you are all my brothers, my sisters, and some of you are even children I raised myself."

"We are a family."

"The wizarding world abandoned you, your families abandoned you, and 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 used to be! Hunting together in the mountains, drinking together, partying together..."

"Nobody feels happy, Graybury."

Graybuck's speech was interrupted before he was even halfway through.

He looked at the guy, Remus Lupin!

"And you are the one who made the world abandon us, and made our parents abandon us. If you hadn't deliberately bitten us, how could we have been abandoned by our families and the wizarding world? We should have been living normal lives like other wizards."

"Instead of living like this now, constantly on the move, running around like a rat in the street."

"Happiness?" Remus gave a bitter smile to his pale face. "We're just numbing ourselves, trying to forget the unbearable pain. You call that happiness?"

"Remus," Graybury glared at him fiercely, "you coward, how dare you question me?!"

"I'm just stating the facts, Greyback," Lupin said. "Stop inciting everyone to fight the wizards. Indiscriminate destruction won't do us any good. We can live like ordinary people."

"Bullshit!" Greyback scoffed. "Some of them don't even have wands! Without me, they wouldn't even have food to eat! We're not as lucky as you, young master! You wizard-licking-the-ask-asker, you're not one of us!"

"So I am a prime example," Lupin said, "an example of how a werewolf could live a better life than he does now."

Greyback realized that in a debate, he was no match for Lupin, a Hogwarts graduate.

"Blah blah blah... the tone of a wizard!" Greyback said. "Only wizards use their mouths to argue about who's right and who's wrong! If you're a werewolf, speak like a werewolf!"

As he spoke, a vicious grin spread across his face. "You want to challenge me, to have a bloody duel with me?!"

A bloody duel.

There are no laws among werewolves, and in order to resolve disputes, the werewolves, who believe that violence is justice, eventually formed a tradition of bloody duels.

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

These werewolves were not all transformed from Greyback. The reason they obeyed Greyback's orders was because Greyback had been the strongest werewolf for a long time. He had solidified his position through countless bloody duels, and no one dared to oppose him.

Greyback's words were met with unanimous agreement from the werewolves; whether fair or not, they had indeed long accepted this tradition.

For a fleeting moment, a flicker of fear crossed Remus's eyes.

It's impossible to say that he was truly without fear of Graybuck, the murderer who caused his lifelong misery and the devil who appeared in his nightmares countless times.

But he is no longer the little boy he once was.

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

A few days ago, when Remus learned of Sirius Black's news from the newspaper, he almost cried tears of joy.

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

It was like a flame, illuminating once again the chaotic state of mind he had been trapped in for years.

Thank you, my friend.

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

However, your struggle has ended, but my battle has only just begun.

This time, I can't run away anymore.

He handed his wand to a werewolf standing nearby, who tugged at him, "No, don't go, you can't beat him."

Wands cannot be used in bloody duels, and werewolves, ostracized by wizards, consider it an insult to use wands in duels.

"If I fail, I'll try my best to exhaust him so Jesse can take over. We can definitely defeat him," Lupin said, patting the latter's arm. "The Witch Doctor's Hospital treats werewolves for free, and the wolfsbane potion is also free. Everyone can live a normal life this way. If it's still difficult, you can go to Dumbledore; he will definitely help you."

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

Where would these werewolves, who are like rats in the gutter, possibly meet Dumbledore, the most famous wizard in the wizarding world?

Lupin paused for a moment, then said, "Then let's go find Murphy. At least he'll treat us like human beings."

Murphy is an ambitious man, not Lupin's type, but judging from his actions, he is not someone who doesn't treat his subordinates like human beings.

He would confront Aurors head-on for a Muggle bitten by a werewolf, and he would build a wizarding hospital to win people's hearts. This at least shows that he would put on a good show. In any case, he is much better than Greyback.

"Stop dawdling! Do you dare to duel or not?" Graybury shouted impatiently.

He was ready to tear Remus Lupin to shreds and teach these werewolves a lesson in how to obey their orders.

Lu Ping gritted his teeth, broke free from the arm that was pulling him, and walked onto the field.

It's time to make a clean break.

He rushed forward, and then saw Graybuck reveal a sinister and malicious grin. Then, Graybuck pounced on him with superhuman speed. His hands mutated and grew larger, with sharp nails extending like wolf claws, and his mouth began to bulge, his fangs lengthening, turning him into a half-human, half-wolf creature.

He was even able to transform into a wolf on his own, although it was only a partial transformation, but it still made his physical abilities far surpass those of ordinary wizards.

Lupin understood.

This is a trap.

He had absolutely no chance of winning.

His death will be meaningless.

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

The half-wolf's snout bit into his neck, and then it ripped it apart.

(End of this chapter)