Regulus Teases the Dog

After Regulus asked that question, before Lucius could answer, he probably had an idea in his mind.

It won't take long for Greyback to join the Voldemort camp.

Just look at how difficult it is for Lucius to talk to this Werewolf. Every sentence is polished, and every concession must be made in the name of Voldemort. Pressure. Greyback is afraid of Voldemort, fear is mixed with dissatisfaction, fear is because he knows that he cannot afford to offend her, and dissatisfaction is because the animal nature in his bones does not recognize anyone as his master.

So he refused to be obedient and tried to bargain.

This attitude can only mean one thing: it hasn't been long since he took refuge there.

After all, Greyback is now a bigger boss Werewolf.

He has thirty or forty wolves, which are somewhat useful to Voldemort, but they are far from irreplaceable.

If he is killed, Voldemort will be unhappy, but he will not fall out with Lucius for him, let alone touch Black family for him.

So if Lucius really answers that he doesn't think much of it, he can deal with this Werewolf now.

But in fact, he had no intention of actually taking action.

A living Greyback is more useful than a dead one. If you kill it, the sample will be gone. The research value is what he wants.

Greyback can reach this stage in Magic's identity as Werewolf, which is considered a gift. No matter what, he is the biggest one in the group.

Moreover, other Werewolf are either hiding in the wilderness to survive, or being chased around the world by Auror. The fact that he can form an armed force recognized by Voldemort shows that he is not only powerful, but also smart.

Werewolf is widely distributed. Wherever there is a wizarding society, someone will be bitten. If someone is bitten, there will be a Werewolf group. Just like a virus, one bites one by one and spreads to the outside world, spreading everywhere.

Among such a large base, Greyback may not be the only one who can reach this point. There may be others who are stronger than him, but it is really difficult to find samples delivered to us in the short term. It would be a pity to lose them.

Regulus even thinks Greyback is quite sensible.

Even though I'm here, I have material like Werewolf in front of me, so I have to take something back with me.

If these Werewolfs just squatted there silently, he would still have to find an excuse to tease them.

Now that it's okay, Greyback came up to her, putting her scarred face so close, sniffing and squinting, condescending and sizing up.

It's just right to take the initiative to provoke him and save him the trouble.

When he asked that question, it was not to confirm authority or obtain permission, but to find someone to take the blame. Again, he just wanted to add fuel to the fire. If you provoke me, I will respond. Whoever has no brains will be the first to hold back. Let's see who can't hold his breath.

I can't help it, that would be great.

Lucius also reacted at this moment, his expression changed first.

What he was most worried about was that Regulus would take action directly. With Regulus's age and ability, he would not be able to bear the provocation. If he took action, the mission would be ruined.

Regardless of whether Greyback dies or not, the recruitment progress of Werewolf's troops will definitely be affected, and Voldemort can't explain it.

But Regulus not only did not take action, but also asked such a question, which stopped him and made him unable to answer the question.

What could he say?

He said he valued it very much and was standing in front of Greyback to stop Regulus.

He said he didn't take it seriously, but nodded and allowed Regulus to cook the wolf on the spot.

There are pits at both ends.

Lucius cursed unpleasantly in his heart.

What is the purpose of putting so much effort into spreading a message, and then sacrificing his identity to deal with a beast?

If only this wolf knew how to wink and responded quickly, he would have left with Regulus.

He didn't want to, he had to show off his wildness with a grin on his face and bring in a Heir of the Black family to provoke him.

Regulus thinks Greyback is sensible, and Lucius thinks it is ignorant.

Lucius has already grasped the handle of the wand with his right hand, pressing his fingertips against the wand body, ready to deal with the consequences on his own if Regulus really takes action. Greyback heard those words.

The expression of contempt and playfulness on his face was stuck, and he froze there.

It doesn't require any animalistic or human nature. Anyone with a brain can tell that this brat is ignoring him.

For Greyback, ignoring is much more uncomfortable than provoking.

In his eyes, wizards are just soft bones wearing beautiful clothes and full of beautiful words. Their bones are so brittle that they can be broken with one bite.

It's a prey with fine skin and tender meat that can't run fast on a full-moon night, and has a sharp and crisp sound. It's food that he can drag down with one bite and turn into something like him.

He had bitten many wizards, and every one of them either trembled or ran away in front of him, and no one dared to look at him seriously.

When the wizard saw him, he should be afraid, he should shrink back, and he should look at him with disgusting eyes that he dared not say anything about.

He was the predator, they were the prey, and no one ever got this sequence wrong.

Now, a wizard's boy, in front of him, on his territory, treated him as a commodity for which he wanted a price.

To provoke him is to treat him as an opponent, but to ignore him is not to take him seriously at all.

The growl in his throat changed its tone, from a threat to a stinging anger, and he stepped forward, about to have an attack.

Before Lucius could think of how to speak, Regulus had already made a move.

Greyback The signs of an attack were clearly seen.

The Magic Power in his body was agitating at the moment, and the animalistic side was already surging, covering his body in a thick layer, ready to pounce out and bite at any time. Regulus could even tell how the Magic Power was surging inside Greyback's body.

Spread outward from the core, pouring into the limbs, into the tips of the claws, into the teeth, and into the muscles.

This is Werewolf's battle preparation. It is the same logic as a serious wizard mobilizing Magic Power, but it is more primitive, more direct, and more dependent on instinct. If a wizard sees a Werewolf in this posture, he will either strike first or retreat to defend.

But Regulus didn't plan to do anything directly, just to conduct a wave of tests.

When he and Dumbledore were outside Shrieking Shack, we talked about Werewolf and animal nature. At that time, he had no real objects in his hands, only theories.

Now the real thing is right in front of him, Greyback that is facing him.

What exactly is animality?

When Werewolf transformed, his reason was washed away, leaving only pure instinct.

So in the human form, is this animal nature asleep, or is it always awake and seeping into everything?

When a Werewolf faces a real death threat, will it use its brain to judge first like a human, or will it react like a beast with its body before its brain?

He wanted to verify it.

Just right.

Regulus didn't raise his hand, didn't draw his wand, and didn't even look at Greyback seriously.

He just had an idea in his mind, Fiendfyre.

As soon as I thought about it, Magic responded.

There is no need for spells and gestures, nor is there any need to build the Magic Power structure in consciousness and then release it, those steps have long been eliminated.

He wants to cast a spell now, and Magic Power knows how to do it.

As soon as the idea emerged from his mind, the corresponding Magic Power structure had already taken shape in his consciousness, perfectly embedded between Star Orbit, waiting for his confirmation.

It has nothing to do with proficiency, Magic Power has become accustomed to his way of thinking.

He remembered the touch of Fiendfyre, the cursed fire, the cursed creation, and the self-conscious tendency to destroy.

The orange-red flame surged in the memory, and the dark red lines danced in the flames.

In Consciousness Space, the Magic Power structure of Fiendfyre spread out automatically. It was not released completely, but only completed the rehearsal of the summons at the conscious level. The corresponding breath seeped out from his body, very light and fine.

Regulus There was no change in appearance, no fire, no heat, not even a move on the robe.

There are no traces of Magic Fluctuation or spells that can be detected. It is just that after the fact of Fiendfyre was confirmed once in consciousness, the body was briefly dyed with a layer of texture of Fiendfyre.

It's so light that there's only a little bit floating in the surrounding air. It doesn't matter where it floats. It's not collected or dispersed deliberately.

Lucius was standing nearby, and the two Werewolf who were guarding behind him were all overwhelmed by this, but none of them reacted.

Lucius's brain seems to be unable to receive what is on this channel. Those two ordinary Werewolf are simply too inferior.

Only Greyback reacted, his pupils suddenly shrank into a line, and he rubbed his heels back on the ground.

Then the hair on his neck stood up, from the back of his neck to his shoulders, and the roar in his throat got stuck.

Before his brain could start, his body moved first, his feet moved back, making a heavy friction sound on the ground.

The muscles on the back of the legs tightened in an instant, and the center of gravity moved backwards instinctively. The upper body was still frozen in place, and the lower body was already running away. Animals have the most primitive fear of fire, but Werewolf is not afraid of fire.

Adult Werewolf has rough skin and thick flesh. Ordinary flames cannot burn through the fur. Even if the fire hits his face, he just ducks back, shakes his head and continues to fight. Fire is just uncomfortable for Werewolf, not a fatal threat.

But Fiendfyre is not fire, it is a cursed creation that burns away all combustible and non-combustible things, whether material or Magic Power, swallowing everything without paying attention. Greyback's instinct cannot tell the difference between Fiendfyre and fire, but it can feel something more fundamental.

A kind of destruction that will kill him if he touches it, a kind of devouring that does not give him any chance to fight back, and a kind of fear after the original memory of the flame is infinitely magnified.

This fear does not pass through the brain or judgment, it is written in the blood, millions of years earlier than the birth of Werewolf. Greyback's body had already reacted and stepped back the moment it smelled Fiendfyre's breath.

The heels rub against the ground, the muscles tighten, and the center of gravity shifts back. These actions are all completed before consciousness.

His mind was still processing what Regulus had just said, and his body had retreated for him without even realizing it.

Regulus looked at it, and the teasing interest in his heart became even stronger.

So clever.

The moment he released the idea of Fiendfyre in his mind, the fire actually already existed.

It hasn't burned out yet, it's still stuck at the end of possibility, and it hasn't become real.

But the result of burning Greyback to death was already established when the thought fell. He only needed to prevent it from turning from thought into reality. What Greyback's instinct smelled was this.

A death sentence that has been sentenced but has not yet been executed.

It doesn't know the term of punishment, the instrument of torture, or who is being executed. It just relies on the purest intuition of a beast to know one thing. If it takes half a step forward, he will be gone.

Regulus took back the breath as quickly and silently as it seeped out.

Greyback The hair that exploded on his body slowly subsided a little, and his body relaxed.

The muscles that had tightened at that moment suddenly lost their focus, and the inertia caused his upper body to sway forward.

It was only now that my brain caught up and began to process what had happened in less than a tenth of a second.

He looked down at his feet and couldn't figure out why he retreated just now.

He didn't see the fire or smell the smoke. The little boy in front of him stood perfectly still from beginning to end, not even moving a finger. Only his body made a decision for him that he couldn't understand.

A very low rumble came out of his throat. He glanced down at himself and then at Regulus, frowning deeply. Regulus became interested. That moment just now confirmed his suspicion.

The animal nature is not asleep, it is always awake, on the lowest level, in a place that Greyback can't even reach, and it is extremely sensitive. When a real death threat comes over, it does not need to go through the brain, the body directly makes the decision for it.

Underneath the human form of Werewolf lies a beast that can take over at any time.

If the verification is successful, then try again.

The one just now was fire, what about another one?

What would happen to this beast if it were to die in a completely different way?

Fiendfyre Let him retreat, what about other types of destruction?

He wanted to see how Greyback's animal instincts were classified, how they reacted, and how they made choices in the face of different levels of death threats. As soon as his thoughts moved, Magic Power moved again.

This time he hit a ball in his mind.