What happened in Knockturn Alley was an unexpected interlude.
But for Ian, who had spent days without getting Lupin's blood, this interlude was like someone placing a pillow under his neck just as he grew sleepy.
It took an entire afternoon before Ian finally left Knockturn Alley with Lupin, thoroughly satisfied.
"What did you do to them?" Even after an entire afternoon, Lupin had yet to recover from the shock. He had been unable to get any useful information from the werewolves missing arms and legs. Being beaten senseless by a young wizard was indeed a humiliation too shameful for those prideful werewolves to speak of.
"Of course, I made them wholeheartedly accept my great truths." Ian fiddled with his bulging Money Bag, which contained blood drawn from dozens of different werewolves.
Naturally, besides the diversity of blood samples, Ian had also made the werewolves collect some other bodily fluids themselves. He was quite interested in whether werewolves' reproductive ability and milk were infectious as well.
However, none of the books related to werewolf research contained anything on the subject. The young wizard could only conduct the research himself and fill that academic gap.
"What great truths?" The moment Lupin returned to Wu's Orphanage, he began cleaning up the blood still lingering in his room. He had suffered quite a few nonfatal injuries during the earlier battle.
Although he had already treated his wounds and cleared away most of the blood in the room before returning, he still needed to be thorough for safety's sake. If a child accidentally came into contact with his blood, it could become an irreparable tragedy.
Children a few years old even dared put maggots in their mouths. Licking unidentified liquids from certain places was practically basic behavior, and many cases of childhood poisoning stemmed