The cleanup work went on for almost the entire night. It was neither pleasant nor a memory anyone would want to revisit. Fortunately, the chaos caused by the Werewolves eventually subsided, but everyone knew this was only the beginning.
Harry had originally thought that after such a major battle, the Leaky Cauldron and Diagon Alley would be deserted for a while, just as they had been last time. Yet people continued living their lives as usual, except Sneakoscopes were selling far better than before.
Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes urgently put a pin-shaped Sneakoscope on the shelves, which could ordinarily be worn on the chest as a brooch. Shops selling hunting supplies were doing even better business, and wizards strutted about arrogantly, as if they were ready at any moment to teach those Werewolves a lesson.
The Daily Prophet continued reporting disappearances and deaths. The list was not long, and almost all of them were Muggles. That was not even the full count, because the Muggle Prime Minister was still compiling a list of the missing.
The attack at Anfield Stadium had been disguised as an accident. A few fans had ignored warnings and secretly brought fireworks into the stadium, setting some flammable material alight.
In short, the panic caused by Werewolves and Death Eaters was simply not on the same scale.
Harry sympathized with the Werewolves' situation, but he had no way to solve it for the time being. After washing up, he immediately went to St Mungo's.
Because of Rita Skeeter's report, Ron could no longer stay in an ordinary ward. He had been moved to the aristocratic ward at the back of St Mungo's, which was practically a luxurious sanatorium.
This place had once been reserved for pure-blood aristocrats, but now it was open to everyone, except those with