Voldemort's Sleepless Night

In a dark mountain cave, Voldemort lifted his head slightly and let out a series of hissing sounds.

The night was deep, and the air inside the cave was cold and damp. Drops of water dotted the stone walls, one after another;

The patch of water droplets near the cave mouth reflected the moonlight shining in from outside, gleaming brightly like pearls.

With a rustling sound of movement, Voldemort slowly made his way to the cave mouth, feeling the night's chill deepen layer by layer, seeping through his scales and into his skin.

A low howl came from the distance, followed by several even more mournful responses. The sounds rose and fell through the valley, seeming even more chilling than the cold of night.

"So noisy..."

Voldemort felt an uncontrollable wave of disgust. In his eyes, Werewolf Wizards were nothing but the lowest sort of existence;

But these were extraordinary times, and he had to admit that Werewolf Wizards were still very useful in certain special situations;

For example, on a full moon, releasing those Werewolf Wizards and letting them transform into werewolves meant the savagery and uncontrollable nature they possessed were often perfectly suited to creating chaos and terror.

It was with that thought in mind that he had assigned the Werewolf Wizards and the Dementors to accompany Peter Pettigrew to Hogwarts;

Combined with the intelligence Peter Pettigrew had provided, as long as tonight's plan was carried out smoothly, it should have been enough to eliminate Harry Potter, that enormous hidden danger...

When the distant howling briefly stopped, Voldemort seemed to sense something. He instinctively raised his head, and a speck of silver light happened to arrive before him, smoothly sinking into his body.

The moment he accepted that speck of silver light, his body suddenly convulsed, making him