Beneath the silver moonlight, a lean, aloof boy gazed up at the sky and the moon. The whole scene looked like a classical oil painting.
It might have been more beautiful without the twisted creatures nearby, neither quite wolf nor human.
But to the werewolves watching him, their bodies only partially transformed, the handsome boy gazing at the moon looked more like a mad Wizard.
As Fenrir Greyback's followers, they knew who Will was. He was the one stopping them from spreading Werewolf Venom and keeping werewolves divided.
When they had first been captured, they hadn't known what awaited them. They had assumed they would be fed a few Potions or used to test them.
After all, everyone knew Will was a Potions Master.
But they had never imagined he would experiment directly on them. Wasn't that something only a mad Wizard would do?
Even Dark Wizards didn't do that anymore!
The relentless experiments on their bodies had kept them trembling with fear, especially when they saw their own kind tortured by the Cruciatus Curse or reduced to a state of profound mental impairment by a Memory Charm.
But tonight terrified them most of all. Compared with what happened tonight, physical torment almost seemed bearable. These werewolves did not know enough to realize that the Cruciatus Curse could damage the soul.
People feared the unknown most, and what Will did tonight lay so far beyond their understanding that it shattered their beliefs.
To werewolves who liked spreading Werewolf Venom, Werewolf Transformation was unstoppable. It was a curse and a blessing, and they wanted to infect more people until they had created a world of werewolves.
But what had they seen tonight?
A Hogwarts student who had yet to graduate, a boy in his teens, could stop and even reverse Werewolf