Sebastian Saru looked at Wizet. "So, by some means, they turned these Squibs into wizards—or rather, into the peculiar beings I call 'Muggles who can use magic.' Is that right?"
"Yes!" Wizet nodded firmly. "But to verify that, we'll have to wait until after sunrise."
"Lycanthropy is an extremely unusual magical disease. When it flares up on the night of a full moon, a 'werewolf wizard's' body undergoes a rather thorough transformation."
"During that transformation, some of the characteristics—or rather, details—that 'werewolf wizards' originally possessed become difficult to discern. We'll have to wait until the symptoms of Lycanthropy have fully subsided."
He held his wand in hand and looked to Sebastian Saru. "Mr. Saru, Mr. Gaunt, does this safe house... have any restrictions on casting spells indoors?"
"The protective magic is mainly directed outward," Ominis Gaunt said. "If you want to cast spells, just be careful not to damage the walls or floor."
"Understood!" Wizet raised his wand and gave the pile of "werewolf wizards" a light flick.
Without a sound, the mountain of "werewolf wizards" suddenly rose from the ground, floating lightly into the air.
At the same time, countless dark-green vines burst from the earth. Like venomous snakes emerging from their holes, they latched precisely onto the bodies of those "werewolf wizards," binding them tightly.
The vines abruptly contracted, dragging the restrained "werewolf wizards" back to the ground and arranging them neatly into a square formation.
The next second, a sudden change occurred. All the "werewolf wizards" began to shake violently and unnaturally, their bodies emitting dense, bone-dislocating creaks.
Their originally tall bodies rapidly withered and shrank. Every feature belonging to a werewolf swiftly faded away, replaced by human traits.
As the bodies of the "werewolf wizards" contracted, the vines continuously adjusted their angles of restraint. Like shackles,