An M employee raised the "Emotion Collector" in his hand. "Mr. Lovegood, aside from using this Magical Artifact to recall memories, what else can we do?"
An M employee named Andrew picked up the thread, his voice hoarse and urgent. "Mr. Lovegood, when Mr. Lupin assigned tasks earlier, he only had us split up..."
"We actually know nothing about the entire Ritual Magic... but from the way things look now, turning that Fenrir Greyback into a real 'werewolf' is definitely going to be extremely difficult!"
"What else can we help with?" He looked straight at Vizet. "Please, you have to tell me!"
There was an almost pleading determination in his eyes. "Even if it costs me my life, I won't hesitate! I really don't want to be a 'Werewolf Wizard' anymore!"
"As long as my 'Lycanthropy Disease' can be cured, even if I die, I won't have any regrets. At least my son will be able to write 'ordinary wizard' into my epitaph."
"Andrew!" Mr. Lupin's voice was filled with helplessness.
The M employee named Andrew slowly shook his head. "Mr. Lupin, you wouldn't understand..."
His eyes were already red, and his voice carried a sob he could not suppress. "This is the only dignity I can leave my family."
Andrew counted among the oldest of these M employees. Before joining M, this group of M employees had all lived like walking corpses, not caring which day death might come for them.
The identity of "Werewolf Wizard" left them rejected by Magical society, unable to find work, even estranged from their families, living every day in self-loathing.
For a "Werewolf Wizard" like Andrew, if his "Lycanthropy Disease" truly could be cured before he died, paying with his life really was nothing.
Because to them, the real pain was not death,