Harry took Sirius's words to heart, and an image naturally formed in his mind.
Yet before that image had fully taken shape, another one popped up—Ron staring at him with a serious expression.
At that thought, he hurriedly shook his head, trying to fling both images out of his mind.
"Um... um..." His tone was somewhat awkward as he wondered how to change the subject.
Just then, a cold gust of wind swept past. He shivered and instinctively pulled his robes tighter around himself. "How about we head back to the inn?"
"Good idea!" Sirius nodded in agreement. He took out his pocket watch and held it up to check the time. "It's gotten this late... We should head back and get some rest!"
"I think everyone's probably tired!" He looked at Wizet. "Wizet, I've booked the entire inn. How about we stay here for the night?"
"If you head back now..." He checked his pocket watch again. "It'll already be the middle of the night over there. That's too rushed."
Just as Wizet was about to say something, he sensed something unusual in his pocket.
It was Selina Pendragon's notebook. When he opened it, two familiar lines of handwriting appeared on the page.
[Did you do something? Why are all the werewolves I encountered practically dead?]
[They fell stiffly to the ground without moving at all. Even when I cut them in half, they didn't wake up.]
Seeing Selina Pendragon's final sentence, Wizet's eyelid twitched.
He could picture the scene—when Selina Pendragon saw the werewolves collapse before her, she studied them for a while, then impatiently cast the Severing Charm and split the fallen werewolves in two...
When he had previously learned from Selina Pendragon's combat memories, she had done something similar before. That was why such an image