After soaking for some time, the potion in the Glass Jar had completely changed color, turning as bloodred as the Animagus Potion.
Vizet picked up the Moonstone Totem and gently waved his Wand at the Glass Jar.
The potion was lifted by an invisible force, slowly rising out of the Glass Jar and gathering in midair into a faintly trembling sphere of liquid.
The Glass Jar itself changed silently as well, rapidly expanding, reshaping, and becoming several teacups.
Each teacup was very shallow, holding exactly one mouthful of potion.
Vizet raised his Wand and tapped it downward. The potion floating in midair instantly broke apart, like arrows giving off red light, and dropped straight into each teacup.
The potion plunged into the teacups without even the slightest splash, and not even the surface rippled, as though it had already been left still for a long time.
Seeing this, Liam Graves became even more certain of his earlier thought. Part of the reason Vizet could control magic with such precision was that he was practicing magic at every moment.
Vizet looked at Liam Graves. "Director Graves, I hope you can help feed the potion to them..."
"I'll watch from here. No matter what accident happens, I'll deal with it and correct it in time."
Liam Graves turned slightly, his gaze falling on the werewolf curled up in the corner. "Mr. Lovegood, what about it?"
Vizet gave the solution through action. He raised the Moonstone Totem, and the tip of his Wand lightly drew across it.
The Moonstone Totem was like a candle whose wick had been lit, and a ring of soft, bright white radiance spread outward.
The werewolf's body stopped trembling and slowly stood up. It had already been drawn by the Moonstone Totem's light; the fear in its eyes