As humans expand their territory, they are also abandoning land.

Most people yearn for the hustle and bustle of a bustling city. Every British person has a London dream. Those villages in desolate areas are gradually returned to nature. Only those who have a strong attachment to their hometown or wealthy people will still have houses in these remote, desolate, and even nearly abandoned places.

Nature is always connected to magic.

Barty Crouch Jr. approached an abandoned house and flicked his wand.

The air in front of him spread out like ripples.

Apart from the slight vibration caused by the magic, there was no other change. He put his hand on the handle and gently pushed it open.

The room was filled with the pungent smell of alcohol and uncooked meat.

There were several gnawed corpses - some of cows, some of sheep, and some of humans.

"Mr. Crouch." Seeing him come in, a man who was a head taller than Barty Crouch Jr. stood up and said respectfully, "You are here."

Crouch said nothing, covering his mouth and nose.

There were less than ten people in the room, some lying on stools and some lying on the floor.

"You killed someone again?" Crouch turned his gaze back to the corpses on the ground.

The man shrank his head: "The noise we made was small. We have confirmed that these are all widows and orphans. They have no relatives or friends."

"Aren't there a few left for me?" Crouch waved his wand and conjured up a clean stool for himself.

The man paused and said nothing.

"How is the communication with other werewolves going?" Crouch sneered and waved his hand. He knew that these guys with empty brains and little education were not reliable at all.

The man lowered his voice, "Mr. Crouch, we...we were unable to contact more werewolves."

"That damn Lupin, he has been spreading the news that Potter is researching a potion to cure lycanthosis."

"This is very bad news."

He paused for a moment, carefully looked at Crouch's face, and said slowly: "We, the loyal servants, certainly believe that the great Dark Lord will surely make a comeback."

"But those stupid werewolves don't think so."

"them……"

"They believe what Lupin said and think Potter can really find a way to lift the curse."

Crouch interrupted him and asked meaningfully, "Why do you believe Potter? He doesn't seem to be a potion master, or... when Lupin was talking to you werewolves, did he mention that Potter received funding from a potion master?"

The man shook his head: "No."

"But Potter, just Potter is enough."

He looked at Crouch, the Death Eaters' most visible leader - and almost the only Death Eater in public - and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Potter, that's Potter.

The one who defeated and then killed the Dark Lord.

The heir of Gryffindor.

In the eyes of ordinary wizards, Potter is almost the next Dumbledore - just waiting for Dumbledore to retire and Potter to take over the position of Hogwarts headmaster, or after Mr. Potter graduates, they will challenge Dumbledore. It is said that Mr. Potter has beaten all the professors in Hogwarts, except Dumbledore.

If he could even defeat the mysterious man, it’s not impossible that he said he could cure lycanthropy.

At least... the werewolves were more willing to believe Potter.

Compared to the Death Eaters' promise of a werewolf kingdom when the Dark Lord returns, they think it is more credible that Mr. Potter can cure lycanthropy.

"Not under the name of any Potions Master?" Crouch nodded thoughtfully.

The man was terrified: "Mr. Crouch, we are absolutely, absolutely not moved by Potter's statement."

"We have always been the Dark Lord's most loyal servants."

He looked at the wand in Crouch's hand with fear in his eyes.

It's not true to say that being wrong can cure lycanthropy. If one can live an upright life, who would want to become a lowly werewolf?

But they don’t dare...

Because of this news, and because of the news that the Dark Lord was killed by Potter, the werewolves who wanted to escape all died. They died under the wand of Barty Crouch Jr., died in front of them, tortured to death by the Cruciatus Curse.

Crouch glanced at him and smiled softly: "Why not?"

The man was stunned.

Crouch waved his hand: "But this matter does affect father's plan. Have you thought about how to solve it?"

The man lowered his head.

Solve? How to solve it... That was Potter's doing. Can they solve Potter? They didn't even dare to think of this.

Crouch thought of something, and lowered his voice: "Find a way to gather the werewolves together."

The man exclaimed "Ah" in surprise.

"Mr. Crouch, they won't..." The man frowned.

Crouch shook his head. "I know. Go tell them that the master has developed a potion to cure lycanthropy."

"Mr. Crouch!" the man asked in surprise, "Is it true?"

Crouch nodded and smiled sweetly: "Of course, Master can do anything."

"This is the reward that the master originally intended to give to you loyal servants, but now perhaps it is time to take it out and win over those wavering wolves."

The man was even more surprised.

The other werewolves in the room finally responded. They raised their heads, pricked up their ears, and their eyes began to light up.

"But the situation is urgent." Crouch said softly, "I will inform you of the specific time after I return, but I will give you a difficult task. During this period of time, gather as many werewolves as possible as quickly as possible, right here, okay?"

The man bowed and replied respectfully, "Everything is as you wish, Mr. Crouch."

Barty Crouch Jr. nodded, said nothing more, and turned and left.

As soon as he walked out of the house, his face immediately cooled down.

The great Dark Lord, his real father, researching a solution to lycanthropy? What a ridiculous statement. How could a noble man like him care about these most humble and lowly creatures?

Of course not.

What he said to the werewolves in the house just now was a lie.

"In the end, I am the only one who is loyal to my father." Crouch sighed, waved his wand, and Disapparated away.

His face was hideous and distorted.

In his eyes, this group of werewolves was completely untrustworthy.

They wavered in their loyalty to their father simply because Potter could cure lycanthropy - what a ridiculous loyalty.

Since I have decided to dedicate everything to my father, there is no reason for me to regret it halfway through. I am just as hateful as those Death Eaters who... kept to themselves after my father got into trouble.

And they have no value.

Although the goblins are not completely loyal to their father, they can forge weapons and form teams of thousands.

These werewolves...

With only a dozen or so, they are even less likely to be threatened by "wolf madness".

Let them blossom into their final and greatest value in your hands.

Barty Crouch Jr. returned to his residence, took out a two-sided mirror, waved his wand gently to cover all the backgrounds, then injected magic into the mirror and called out the name of the owner of the other mirror: "Severus."

Soon, the two-way mirror was turned on.

Snape's face appeared in the mirror: "Barty, when did you have the audacity to give me information at this time?"

"You should be thankful that I don't have any classes at this time."

Crouch whispered: "Severus, my dear, I have something to consult you about."

Snape nodded, but said nothing.

"Did you know that Potter is researching a potion to cure lycanthosis?" Crouch asked.

Snape sneered, "You finally remember to ask me about this now? He has been here all along. It has been over a year."

"How's the research going?" Crouch asked casually.

Snape sneered even harder: "You really think I'm a house elf and think I can know all the information about Mr. Potter?"

"Perhaps you could ask Slughorn; he would know better."

Crouch smiled and said, "I heard that you had detention related to Potter last year and the year before?"

“The professors take exceptional care of their outstanding students.”

Snape asked confidently, "Do you think I will look upon Potter with new eyes and teach him how to become a qualified or even excellent potion master?"

"Are you really giving him detention instead of tutoring?" Crouch demanded.

Snape still asked back: "What do you think?"

There is no trace of falsehood in the expression or magic.

Crouch relaxed a bit. "Severus, how long will it take you to research a solution to lycanthropy?"

"Now," Snape replied immediately.

Crouch watched him with interest.

Snape said coldly: "Recite the Killing Curse on all the werewolves. Once they are dead, lycanthropy will naturally no longer exist."

"What a great idea." Crouch applauded him, "Severus, I need you to help me pass a message to Potter."

Snape narrowed his eyes.

"Let me see..." Crouch picked up something, but he was completely unable to see clearly in the mirror because of the thick fog. "On the 26th of this month, in that abandoned village in Yorkshire, the werewolves will have a party."

"Werewolves from all over Great Britain, and perhaps from other countries, will come."

"It's a big party."

"A werewolf party?" Snape repeated.

Crouch nodded.

Snape frowned and asked, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Crouch whistled. "Who knows? Thank you for your hard work, Severus. I have other things to do."

Without hesitation, and without waiting for Snape to continue questioning, he cut off the magical fluctuations on the two-sided mirror.

Snape's face was cold as frost and he took a deep breath.

After a long while, he waved his wand and words slowly appeared on a piece of paper. When it was completely written, it twisted into a paper crane, flapped its wings, and flew towards the Gryffindor Tower.

Whether Crouch asked for it or not.

Or maybe it's because of his current responsibility that he has to pass on this message.