Anyone bitten by a werewolf, whether a wizard or a Muggle, could become a werewolf.
Or, more precisely, a werewolf slave.
But not many werewolves actually did this. After all, werewolves were no longer hunted down in the Wizard World; at most, they were shunned. But if they deliberately infected Muggles and wizards, the Ministry of Magic would hunt them down.
Werewolves did not receive the same favorable treatment as wizards. Once a wizard was caught, execution was almost out of the question. In the United Kingdom, Azkaban was almost always as far as it went. But for werewolves, even werewolf wizards, death sentences were nothing unusual.
Racial discrimination among wizards was far more intense than among Muggles.
Biazis had no taste for infecting humans. He was a pure-blood werewolf, and his ancestors had been werewolves for more generations than he knew. According to his family's legends, they were even descended from the very first werewolves.
Of course, many werewolf families with an established lineage said the same thing. But it was mostly just a way of glorifying themselves.
Biazis, however, truly took pride in his bloodline, so he was not as deranged and unhinged as Fenrir Greyback, whom he had originally intended to recruit into the organization.
In fact, he did not even particularly enjoy biting or eating people.
But today was an exception. Faced with this arrogant brat who genuinely was rather strong, Biazis wanted, from the bottom of his heart, to devour him. Only then could he dispel the panic he had felt while facing him earlier.
So, for once, he brought out the werewolves' signature ability, Silent Stalking.
He was certain that, even on this rainy night, he had not let slip the slightest trace of his presence. Yet the instant he reached Harry's back and