Lupin's Lycanthropy Disease had finally been cured, and that put Sirius Black in an excellent mood.
Seeing Vizet being hugged by so many people, he grinned and joked with Harry, "Harry, where do you think their 'future' should be?"
"Where is their future?" After thinking it over, Harry found there were far too many answers and shook his head helplessly. "I don't think I can finish listing them..."
Sirius Black patted Harry on the shoulder and said, "How could you not finish? Isn't the answer obvious? Their 'future' is Vizet!"
"Huh?" Harry blinked, unable to keep up with Sirius Black's leaping train of thought for a moment.
"Think about it..." Sirius Black reminded him with a grin. "Didn't Vizet just say..."
He lowered his voice and imitated Vizet's gentle tone. "You are free now. Go embrace the future that belongs to you!"
"And then what did they do? They turned around and gave Vizet a hug..." He drew out his words. "Doesn't that mean Vizet is their 'future'?"
Several former Werewolf Wizards were standing relatively close to Sirius Black. Hearing this joke from him, they could not help freezing slightly, their expressions growing complicated.
Sirius Black's words had only been an offhand tease, meant to liven the mood, but unintentionally, they struck the most hidden worry in their hearts.
They were not M.S.C. employees. It was thanks to Lupin's visits and inquiries that they had learned Lycanthropy Disease could be cured, and so they had taken part in this Ritual Magic.
Before this, they had been like other Werewolf Wizards, with no stable jobs or homes, drifting year after year.
It was precisely because they still held on to a bottom line and their own convictions, and were unwilling to burden their loved ones and neighbors, that they had chosen