"Hello, Remus."
In the ward, Murphy saw the man who had only recently woken up.
Remus Lupin's injuries were severe. The virus in Greyback's saliva had entered his brain, causing serious inflammation there for a time, leaving him unconscious for a long while. He had only regained consciousness recently.
Remus looked extremely haggard. Since he had been relying on injections and liquid food for nutrition, he had wasted away until he was almost unrecognizable, even paler and more sickly than before, with barely a trace of color left in his face.
"You're Murphy Darkholme?"
Murphy nodded.
"Those werewolves..."
He had woken up a few times in between, but had soon gone back to rest each time. He had not left the ward and still knew nothing about the outside situation.
"Oh, twelve died. The rest were saved," Murphy said. "Those friends of yours were very lucky. They're all still alive."
Most of the werewolves who had died were the ones who had originally jumped around the most gleefully with Greyback. Murphy's crows had been tracking them for some time, and before Radwan Perry and the others made their move, they had already known very well who should be killed and who could be left alive.
"Twelve..." Lupin was somewhat shocked, but he did not say much more.
Among his fellows, there were indeed some who deserved death.
"Thank you for sparing them," Lupin said.
He was referring to the werewolves who were close to him. Most of them were rather weak in character, and had followed Greyback basically because they had had no choice. They did not have much blood debt on their hands either, belonging to the group that Greyback and his diehard warmongers looked down on.
Lupin knew that with those dozen or so werewolves who could transform