"He was the one. I recognize him."
After searching the memory, Barty Crouch Jr. turned around excitedly.
Voldemort nodded. "Did this Werewolf's memory reveal where Lupin lives?"
Barty shook his head, but before Voldemort could be disappointed, he hurriedly added, "The few times he passed through the Highland Pub, he saw Lupin there. The last time was last year."
"Dumbledore came to see you last year?" Voldemort turned to Greyback.
"Yes," he replied.
Voldemort nodded, then looked over the crowd of Werewolves kneeling before him. "Erase their memories."
"Which one?" Old Nott asked.
"Every one of them."
Gringotts Forest was in Scotland and covered more than forty thousand acres.
The vast forest concealed far too many secrets:
Gnome tribes, herds of unicorns, all kinds of Magical Creatures, Vampires, Werewolves, and even wizards living in isolation.
With so many people hiding here, one more wizarding Werewolf wouldn't draw much attention.
Remus Lupin was the Werewolf hiding there.
He had built a treehouse in the forest, well concealed, where he lived most of the time.
Not far from the treehouse was a partly enclosed cave. Whenever the moon was full, he locked himself inside.
It had to be said: he was a kind Werewolf.
That day, he woke as usual at dawn and went to the stream to fetch water and wash.
As he was about to return to the treehouse, he spotted a tall figure in the distance, one he knew quite well.
He wasn't surprised, but he didn't approach right away.
He Apparated back to the treehouse, took a shabby but clean wizard's robe out of his trunk, and put it on before climbing down.
"Headmaster, what brings you here?" Lupin asked the tall figure with his back to him.
The white-haired old man, who had been gazing at