Remus Lupin's "lycanthropy" had finally been cured, putting Sirius Black in an excellent mood.
Seeing Wizet being embraced by so many people, Sirius grinned and joked with Harry. "Harry, where do you think their 'future' lies?"
"Where does the future lie?" After giving it some thought, Harry realized there were simply too many possible answers. He shook his head helplessly. "I don't think I could ever finish saying them all..."
Sirius patted Harry on the shoulder. "How could you not finish? Isn't the answer obvious? Their 'future' is Wizet!"
"Huh?" Harry blinked, unable to keep up with Sirius's leaps in logic for a moment.
"Think about it..." Sirius prompted with a broad grin. "Didn't Wizet just say..."
Lowering his voice, he imitated Wizet's gentle tone. "You are free now. Go embrace the future that belongs to you!"
"And what did they do? They turned around and gave Wizet a hug..." he drawled. "Doesn't that mean Wizet is their 'future'?"
Several former "werewolf wizards" standing close to Sirius froze slightly upon hearing his joke, their expressions turning complicated.
Sirius had only meant it as an offhand joke to lighten the mood, yet he had inadvertently struck at their deepest hidden concern.
They were not M.S.C. employees. It was only thanks to Lupin's inquiries and investigations that they had learned lycanthropy could be cured and thus taken part in this Ritual Magic.
Before this, like the other "werewolf wizards," they had had neither stable jobs nor homes, drifting from place to place year after year.
It was precisely because they still held onto their principles and convictions, unwilling to burden their families and neighbors, that they had chosen to leave their hometowns and struggle to survive in unfamiliar places.
What worried them most at that moment was that Sirius's casual joke might