Sebastian Sallow looked at Vizet. "So they used some method to turn these Squibs into wizards—or rather, into the strange beings I call 'Muggles who can use magic.' Is that right?"
"Yes!" Vizet nodded firmly. "But to verify that, we'll have to wait until after sunrise."
"Lycanthropy Disease is an extremely unusual magical illness. On the night of the full moon, when Lycanthropy Disease flares up, a Werewolf Wizard's body undergoes a very thorough transformation."
"Under that transformation, some of the traits they originally possessed—or rather, details—become difficult to detect, so we still have to wait until the symptoms of Lycanthropy Disease have fully weakened."
He held his wand in his hand and looked at Sebastian Sallow as he asked, "Mr. Sallow, Mr. Gaunt, does this Safe House... have any internal restrictions on spellcasting?"
"The Protective Magic is mainly directed outward," Ominis Gaunt said. "If you want to cast spells, just be careful not to damage the walls or floor."
"Understood!" Vizet raised his wand and gave it a light flick, the tip pointing at the pile of "Werewolf Wizards."
Silently, the mountain of "Werewolf Wizards" abruptly left the ground and floated lightly into midair.
At the same time, countless dark green vines burst from the earth, like venomous snakes emerging from their holes, precisely climbing onto the bodies of those "Werewolf Wizards" and binding them tightly.
The vines suddenly contracted, bringing the bound "Werewolf Wizards" back to the ground and arranging them cleanly into a neat square formation.
The next second, a sudden change occurred. All the "Werewolf Wizards'" bodies began to tremble violently in an unnatural way, and dense creaking sounds like bones shifting out of place rang out from them.
Their originally tall bodies rapidly shriveled and contracted. All the traits that belonged to werewolves quickly faded,