The werewolf wizard before Harry now stood over three meters tall, his entire body covered in thick fur.
Unlike werewolf slaves and pure-blood werewolves, which looked like wolves standing upright, this werewolf wizard looked more like a human. An exceptionally tall, powerfully built human, only with wolf claws for hands, a wolf's head, long fur all over, and a huge wolf's tail.
Yet his ramrod-straight posture made him vastly different from the werewolves Harry had known before.
What was this thing?
Ultimately, Harry's experience was still rather limited.
The werewolf that this powerful wizard from the Northern Europe Wizard Organization had transformed into was a level above even the so-called high-ranking werewolves. It was just that no werewolf of this caliber had existed in Europe for many years.
Over on the New Continent, however, there were quite a few nowadays.
Werewolves of this caliber had far greater resistance to magic, and their speed and strength were a qualitative leap above those of other werewolves.
Correspondingly, however, werewolves of this caliber were also incredibly rare.
The New Continent now had the largest concentration of werewolves, numbering over three thousand. Yet among those three thousand, the top fighters capable of assuming this form numbered no more than ten.
Whether Harry's luck was good or bad was anyone's guess. The werewolf before him was very likely the only one of this caliber in Europe, and Harry had happened to run into him today.
Yet ignorance was bliss. Harry had no idea how formidable this werewolf was and merely found him unusual, so he felt no particular concern. Instead, he let out a cheeky wolf whistle.
"Looking sharp, doggy. This look suits you even better than the last one."
The werewolf gazed at Harry with his eerie green eyes, then actually spoke in human