Voldemort Today Was Different from the Voldemort of the Past

"Fenrir, you returned sooner than you expected... Could that opponent really have been so pathetically weak?"

Inside the cave, the venomous snake Voldemort was possessing coiled atop a protruding rock and gave an icy voice mixed with strange hissing.

At those words, "Silver Fang," who had just removed his mask, shuddered all over and had already dropped to his knees, stammering, "L-Lord... Lord..."

"I failed to win today's semi... semifinal... That man called Noth... his Transfiguration... I really couldn't break... break free..."

After saying this, he crawled toward Voldemort on all fours and kissed Voldemort's drooping snake tail, his body shaking like chaff in a sieve, fear flickering in his eyes.

His body was also constantly writhing, swelling, and his figure was actually a full size larger than before. Clearly, he had taken Polyjuice Potion and turned into someone else.

If Lupin's father had appeared here, even if he had only taken a simple look at "Silver Fang" at this moment, he would have recognized "Silver Fang's" true identity at a glance—Fenrir Greyback;

Fenrir Greyback was a Werewolf Wizard, infamous for his love of attacking children, and one of his victims was Lupin in childhood.

"Fenrir, you know I have placed great hopes in you..." Voldemort said slowly. "You are my most trusted servant... I look forward to the day you build a werewolf army..."

Fenrir Greyback stopped kissing the snake tail, his voice carrying a trace of excitement. "Lord... I truly... I look forward to that day as well!"

He could clearly feel that there were quite a few differences between Voldemort today and the Voldemort of the past;

If it had been Voldemort from more than ten years ago, what would have greeted him now would surely have been the torment of the Cruciatus Curse, not words as