After soaking for some time, the potion in the glass jar had completely changed color, turning as blood-red as Animagus Potion.
Wizet picked up the Moonstone Totem and gave the glass jar a light wave of his wand.
The potion was lifted by an invisible force, slowly rising out of the glass jar and gathering into a faintly trembling sphere of liquid in midair.
The glass jar itself changed silently, rapidly expanding and reshaping into several teacups.
Each teacup was shallow, holding just enough potion for a single mouthful.
Wizet raised his wand and pointed it downward. The potion floating in midair instantly broke apart, like streaks of red-glowing arrows plunging straight into the teacups.
As the potion poured into the cups, not a single drop splashed out, and even the surface of the liquid remained perfectly still, as though it had been sitting there for a long time.
Watching this, Liam Graves became even more certain of his earlier thought: part of the reason Wizet could control magic with such precision was that he practiced magic constantly.
Wizet looked at Liam Graves. "Director Graves, I hope you can help feed the potion to them..."
"I'll be watching from here. Whatever unexpected situation arises, I'll handle and correct it promptly."
Liam Graves turned slightly, his gaze falling on the werewolf curled up in the corner. "Mr. Lovegood, what about it?"
Wizet answered with action. He raised the Moonstone Totem and lightly traced its surface with the tip of his wand.
The Moonstone Totem was like a candle wick being lit, a ring of soft, bright white radiance spreading outward.
The werewolf's body stopped trembling, and it slowly rose to its feet. Drawn to the Moonstone Totem's light, the fear in its eyes vanished completely as it walked toward the totem