Wizards universally harbor aversion and fear towards werewolves.

The vast majority clearly believe that even werewolves in human form may pose a danger.

Within the magical world, wizards receive education related to werewolves from a young age.

For instance, in the first-year Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, "The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection," information about werewolves is introduced. Quirinus Quirrell once told low-grade students like Erina in class about treating werewolf bites: applying a mixture of silver powder and dittany to a freshly bitten wound could promote its "closure," preventing death from excessive blood loss.

In fact, it's not just the first-year classroom at Hogwarts that's like this.

Content related to werewolves appears in almost every year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

From healing wounds caused by werewolves, identifying werewolves, expelling werewolves, to... how to kill werewolves.

However, few students seriously consider one point: why, under such intense encirclement and suppression, have wizards still failed to completely eliminate this shadow that has haunted the human world for centuries?

If danger alone were considered, dragons and giants are much more dangerous than werewolves in their transformed state.

"Among those werewolves, are there werewolves transformed from wizards..."

Above the Armenian primeval forest, Erina carefully searched the forest below, muttering to herself thoughtfully.

In most cases, even if adult wizards cannot defeat werewolves, they can often successfully escape from them.

Because of this, almost ninety percent of "postnatal werewolves," when not transformed, are actually ordinary Muggles, at most a little stronger than usual, more resilient than ordinary people, and... their nails and teeth carry a bit of werewolf venom.

For example, Fenrir Greyback, the most notorious in Britain, does not possess any magic in his human form.

Even when he led many werewolves into Voldemort's ranks more than a decade ago, the werewolves could not claim to be "Death Eaters."

No Death Eater looked up to these savage beasts; they merely used werewolves as tools to threaten the Ministry of Magic and other pure-bloods.

In fact, werewolves have an even lower status in the wizarding world than Squibs, after all, Squibs are at least not dangerous.

Ever since learning the specific identity of the "kidnappers" from Aghashiyan, Erina's sense of urgency had reached its peak.

There are many ways for a Major Arcana to send a distress signal, but Gilderoy Lockhart chose the most decisive one: destroying the Major Arcana insignia.

In extreme cases, the Hyperion could even launch a saturation coverage attack after locking onto the area. Even turning the entire Armenian primeval forest into a sea of fire would be within a reasonable scope. If we use a later-generation comic as an example, it is equivalent to the Buster Call permit in "One Piece."

This meant that Lockhart judged that there might be a possibility of leaking secrets, so he directly called for Hyperion support at the highest level.

In the magical world, the greatest threat to wizards will always be another wizard.

Although there were still many doubts in her mind that had not been resolved, Erina was very clear that Lockhart did not have much time left.

If a Major Arcana destroys the insignia, it is almost equivalent to preparing for the worst—Erina did not tell Arhipovna that Lockhart was not a hostage, but a bomb placed next to the "kidnappers." Once that pin is forcibly cut...

"You have to remember that you are a liar... Mr. Lockhart... don't think about being a hero..."

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At the same time, deep in the Armenian rainforest.

A piercing scream stopped abruptly, followed only by the heavy breathing of a man.

"Huff, ha... huff..."

Lockhart fell from the chair onto the moldy-smelling floor, gasping for breath like a fish out of water.

His whole body trembled violently uncontrollably.

He couldn't remember how many times this was, maybe three times, maybe four times, time had long lost its meaning for him.

Compared to the resistance exercises he had received at Destiny Group, the pain he endured today far exceeded all previous ones.

Lockhart felt that the bones in his body were burning, as if white-hot knives were tearing at every inch of his skin.

The worst part was that he couldn't pass out.

On the floor directly in front of him, his wand lay quietly on the ground, just within reach.

However, Lockhart didn't plan to pick it up, at least not now, it was meaningless.

His right hand trembled, fumbling behind him for the chair, struggling to get up, he slumped back in the chair, looking up at the middle-aged witch.

Antillesia McIntosh, that was her name when she introduced herself.

Lockhart wasn't sure if this was just a pseudonym, but her grades at magic school were clearly not bad.

Not to mention in a situation where he had lost his wand, even if they restarted a one-on-one magical duel, Lockhart was not confident of defeating her.

And besides Antillesia McIntosh, in this woodland cabin that was temporarily serving as an "interrogation room," there were also eleven men and women holding wands, eleven werewolf wizards—which was why he destroyed the Major Arcana insignia in the first place.

This lineup was too outrageous.

If the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic were to come out now, it would be hard to say who would arrest whom.

Even if the entire population of Armenia were added together, they couldn't gather so many werewolf wizards.

Lockhart even suspected that he had stumbled into a regular salon gathering of werewolf wizards from all over Europe—in fact, considering the crowd he had roughly glimpsed on the way over, and the number of houses, this forest at least gathered werewolves from four or five werewolf communities.

Fortunately, none of these werewolf wizards seemed to be proficient in Legilimency.

As for Veritaserum? Ha, that's a rare potion several times more expensive and complex than werewolf venom potion.

"This feels very painful, doesn't it, Mr. Lockhart?"

Antillesia McIntosh asked softly, she returned to her previous haggard expression, and waved her hand around.

"Then, I can tell you that the pain we werewolves endure when we transform is not much less than this—everyone here, and outside, goes through such terrifying torment that makes us lose our minds once a month. And now, we only hope you can tell us a definite answer. If there exists a spell that can restore werewolves, then prove it. If it doesn't exist, just tell us..."

"Romulus, give him back his wand—don't worry, I don't think he'll blow this place up."

The tall man at the door walked over, still holding his Ak47 in one hand, picked up Lockhart's wand that had fallen on the ground with the other, shoved it roughly into his hand, then didn't say a word, and returned to his post outside the woodland cabin to continue guarding.

"I really don't understand..."

Antillesia McIntosh frowned, her wand always pointed at Lockhart.

"What exactly are you thinking? Isn't this a very simple option?"

"I remember saying at the very beginning, if there really isn't a magical way to turn werewolves back to normal in this world, you can just say it directly, dispel this illusory hope, and I and everyone present will not stop you from leaving here."

"Frankly speaking, after experiencing so many Cruciatus Curses, I think this punishment is almost enough to repay this lie."

"And if it really exists, why do you insist on us going to Gringotts and paying some kind of trial prepayment?"

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Not good! A bit of writer's block~~

Brain: This plot is so exciting! Paws: Didn't write it out!