Will nodded under Lupin's delighted gaze and agreed. "I could go, and I could help a few werewolves become ordinary people again."
Lupin looked very happy.
"But don't celebrate just yet." Will raised a hand.
Lupin looked at Will in confusion, and Will continued, "Only a very small number of werewolves will be able to change back. As you know, this isn't an easy process, and it involves considerable pain."
Lupin nodded, without a trace of doubt—he remembered all too well. It was no ordinary pain, but agony that came from the soul, followed by weeks of dizziness and nausea.
In truth, however, this was fairly easy for Will now. He simply wouldn't let it show.
For one thing, Voldemort and Dumbledore were currently locked in a confrontation, playing their moves against each other, and Will had no intention of attracting anyone's attention.
For another, the pivotal moment in Will's plans had yet to arrive. Naturally, he wouldn't reveal his trump cards one after another.
For now, he only intended to display a little of his power to harvest faith. He could agree to Lupin's request; after all, even Dumbledore wouldn't object to turning some kindhearted werewolves back into ordinary people.
Besides, his arrangements in the Muggle world were about to enter their opening act, so he could also begin taking action within certain limits in the wizarding world.
He would bide his time in silence until he drew his sword and made the whole world take notice.
Will glanced at Lupin, who was still rejoicing for the other werewolves, and sighed inwardly. I'm sorry.
But all of this is for the Greater Good.
It was a truly greater good—not a matter of wizards ruling over Muggles or Muggles ruling over wizards, but a future without war or suffering.
Lupin