An M.S.C. employee raised the Emotion Collector in his hand. "Mr. Lovegood, besides using this magical artifact to recall memories, what else can we do?"
An M.S.C. employee named Andrew took over, his voice hoarse and urgent. "Mr. Lovegood, when Mr. Lupin assigned us our tasks earlier, he only told us to split up and act separately..."
"We actually know nothing about the entire Ritual Magic... But from the looks of it, turning that Fenrir Greyback into a true 'werewolf' is definitely going to be very difficult!"
"What else can we do to help?" He looked directly at Wizet. "Please, you have to tell me!"
There was an almost pleading determination in his eyes. "Even if it costs me my life, I won't hesitate! I really don't want to be a 'werewolf wizard' anymore!"
"As long as my 'Lycanthropy' can be cured, I won't have any regrets even if I die. At least my son will be able to write 'ordinary wizard' on my epitaph."
"Andrew!" Remus Lupin's voice was filled with helplessness.
The M.S.C. employee named Andrew slowly shook his head. "Mr. Lupin, you wouldn't understand..."
His eyes had already reddened, and his voice trembled with suppressed sobs. "This is the only dignity I can leave behind for my family."
Andrew was among the oldest of these M.S.C. employees. Before joining M.S.C., this group of employees had all lived like walking corpses, indifferent to the day death might come for them.
The identity of a "werewolf wizard" had left them rejected by magical society, unable to find work, even alienated from their families. Every day, they lived in self-loathing.
For werewolf wizards like Andrew, if they could truly cure their Lycanthropy before dying, then paying with their lives really was nothing.
Because to them, true suffering was not death,