"This is perfect!" Sirius Black grinned, drew his wand, and gave it a sharp flick. A burst of sparks shot from its tip.
The sparks exploded at the werewolf's feet with a sharp crackle.
Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, the werewolf whimpered and leapt back. It scrambled behind one of the "werewolf wizards," wrapping its arms around the wizard's leg.
Surrounded by "werewolf wizards," it seemed considerably more at ease. It did not move again, merely poking half its head out to stare at Sirius Black with terror-filled eyes.
"How strange!" Seeing the werewolf's reaction, Sirius Black's amused smile deepened, as though he had discovered some interesting magical artifact.
"Look! It seems terrified of us, but... it also seems not to understand anything. If it's so frightened, why doesn't it just run far away?"
"Because the only thing I preserved was Fenrir Greyback's fear," Wizet explained.
"In other words..." Sirius Black's curiosity was thoroughly piqued. "None of those cunning, cruel thoughts were left behind?"
"That's right." Wizet gave a slight nod. "It has, in fact, already performed the act of fleeing. It just didn't flee far enough."
"So something like this is possible..." Sirius Black stared fixedly at the werewolf, his tone brimming with interest. "How fascinating..."
Harry frowned as he watched the scene, then looked at Sirius Black. "Sirius... don't tease him... it anymore!"
"Your call!" Sirius Black glanced at Harry, shrugged, and decisively tucked his wand back into his pocket. "We're surrounded by our own people. I really shouldn't keep doing this."
Nymphadora Tonks wore a worried expression as she looked at the werewolf hiding among the "werewolf wizards."
She asked uneasily, "Wizet, when he... it comes into contact with the others, nothing will happen, right?"
"No." Wizet shook his head, a faint smile