"It's been three days," said the shop manager, Isaac Beedle, his face full of worry. "For some reason, those werewolves only attack our people."
"Sometimes they ambush them after work, or on their way to work in the morning. It's like they've set their sights on us."
"Five clerks have already been bitten. Since they weren't bitten during the full moon, the Healers at St Mungo's Hospital say they probably won't turn into werewolves, but they may pick up a few habits, like wanting to eat raw meat..."
"Everyone's terrified. Five clerks asked for leave yesterday, seven today, and tomorrow maybe no one will come to work at all..." Isaac said.
Murphy frowned. Werewolves were specifically biting his people?
He could already smell a conspiracy.
Although the assembly-line model had greatly increased potion production efficiency, and he had now built up quite a bit of stock, so shutting down for two or three days would not matter much, this could not go on.
"Take me to see the bitten clerks first."
The two of them arrived at St Mungo's Hospital.
Second floor, Creature-Induced Injuries Department.
In a ward, Murphy saw several of his clerks.
None of their injuries were life-threatening. Two of them had been bitten on the arm and were basically fine. One witch had been bitten on the shoulder. Of the other two, one was missing half an ear, while the other had had two bites taken out of his face and neck and had been disfigured. His injuries were the worst.
"I used silver powder and dittany to stop their bleeding, but most of them will be left with scars. We don't have any good way to deal with that," a Healer named Hippocrates Smethwyck told Murphy.
"The one fortunate thing is that they were all bitten