Wizet's casually spoken words struck the people before him with tremendous force.
"Experts who ought to be valued..."
They murmured to themselves, repeating the words several times, their eyes gleaming with disbelief.
After becoming "werewolf wizards," they had always borne labels like burden, problem, monster...
They had never imagined that the painful, desperate experiences they had endured while struggling in the cracks would one day be called a "treasure," called "unique value."
"We're... experts?" they asked in trembling voices, all looking down at their hands as though seeing them for the first time. "Can we really... do it?"
If Wizet's cure for Lycanthropy had given them a new life, then what he said now gave that new life incomparable meaning.
"Of course you can!" Wizet always gave them an affirmative answer. "Just as I said, you need to become confident."
Liam Graves added at just the right moment, "Mr. Lovegood is absolutely right!"
"The current situation is extremely chaotic. We face many problems, and we need your help with all of them!"
Wizet took over. "After all, there is still a long future ahead, and your Lycanthropy has only just been cured... I think what you need most right now is rest and time to adjust."
"When you have recovered and feel that it is time to set out, please remember this: the road beneath your feet will become broader because of what you have experienced. You are needed!"
He raised his wand and gave the manor a light wave.
The manor hall, once warm and luxurious, now resembled a fragile bubble rising to the surface. It gradually dissipated into the air at a visible speed.
Everyone returned to the clearing, where traces of the Ritual Magic array remained beneath their feet.
The cold wind of the winter night brushed