From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

"Just throw down your wand and surrender. At worst, you'll have to spend a few years in Azkaban!"

The werewolf who had lent a hand shouted to his friend, then began to stumble away without looking back—of course, it was only natural that he hurled insults at the wizard who was skilled in shapeshifting.

-

"How are you feeling, Harry?"

William reappeared on the swamp he had created, smiling broadly at Harry—the operation had been a great success, and now it was time to find suitable collaborators among the werewolves who followed Greyback.

Those who participate in drug trials should stay in Azkaban for a while, and those who are unwilling to participate should spend a few more years in Azkaban. He doesn't believe anyone would be unable to understand this issue.

“Excellent, Professor.”

A smile appeared on Harry's face; for the first time, he understood the power of Transfiguration.

“Don’t be too proud. These people aren’t very aggressive,” William said, glancing at the Auror squad that was starting to close in on the Aurors in the distance. “They’re quite shrewd. They know very well the difference between a normal escape and using dark magic on Aurors.”

"So don't think you've taken on a bunch of dark wizards, Harry. They're just a bunch of lousy wizards. Because they don't have the full moon transformation, they're no more dangerous than a bunch of fifth-year students—note, I said fifth-year students."

“Of course, there are still some die-hards among them…” William’s tone shifted, “but unfortunately, they can’t handle my shapeshifting.”

"Alright, let's summarize what we've learned. I should go and discuss the results of this battle with Professor Moody."

Leaving Harry behind, William strode toward Moody's location—unlike his method of creating a swamp to slow down the werewolves, Moody simply cut through them.

Almost none of the werewolves attempted to defeat Moody head-on, especially after they discovered that their leader, Greyback, had disappeared. Instead, they began to camp out and wait to be captured.

Even if they escaped, they would still have to go back to their old ways of stealing. Because of their poor skills and the strong defenses of the wizarding villages, they would often go hungry. It's true that there are Dementors in Azkaban, but I've never heard of any prisoners starving to death there.

The newspapers said that Sirius Black had been in Azkaban for over a decade and still had the strength to escape—that means there's no doubt that Azkaban provided for him.

Since the Aurors had already arrived, getting captured was a given, so they were all quite cooperative.

When William arrived, they even voluntarily surrendered their wands and obediently squatted there waiting for the Auror's decision.

"How's it going, Professor William?"

When Moody saw William approaching, he greeted him gently, but asked the question in a low voice.

He had to be careful—other werewolves were one thing, but Greyback had to die.

Over the years, Greyback has been one of the few werewolves who actively chooses targets to retaliate against; this werewolf leader even dares to threaten other wizards with attacks.

Moody himself was one thing, but it would be a lie to say that the Aurors he brought along weren't worried about this situation. Since he brought them out, he had to take them back and clean up the mess while he was at it.

"Clean and efficient..."

William responded softly—he had witnessed Lupin kill the man, Graybury.

"That's wonderful! What's next?"

Moody spread his hands. Half of this task involved private matters, which were usually handled by the Auror office director, but today it was a bit difficult to explain—he could handle it, but why not choose some of the options?

"Don't worry, it will be handled properly. I've already written to the headmaster about this, and the Ministry of Magic will handle it properly as well."

Other problems would be difficult to handle—but Graybury is far too easy to deal with.

It's true that not many wizards dare to openly condemn this vengeful werewolf, but that doesn't mean there are few who hate him.

Over the years, as many places he attacked as there were, so many wizarding villages hated him to the core.

If it weren't for the fact that selling credit was a bit too direct and shameless, William would have loved to characterize it as an operation to eliminate the extremely dangerous dark wizard Greyback under Fudge's leadership—for that name alone, he wouldn't sell it for less than five thousand Galleons.

But that's a matter for later. For him, finding suitable test subjects is the most important thing right now.

-

"Trial drug testing or another six months in Azkaban?"

When faced with this question, many werewolves chose the former without hesitation—after all, they couldn't kill these Aurors in front of them, and they had a choice, so they didn't have to worry about being killed in one bite.

Besides—for werewolves who survive in the magical world, the end isn't something unacceptable...

Therefore, William's drug trial program was fully booked from the start, even leading to some competition. This surprised the Aurors who were responsible for guarding the werewolves, but considering that he was invited by Moody, they chose to remain silent and wait for further instructions from above.

Not long after, the Aurors received a letter from the ministry—to remain where they were, assist the Hogwarts professors in guarding the werewolves, and to write a report on the course of the operation.

Of course, along with the letter came two weeks of paid leave after everything was settled, as well as a bonus of one month's salary—this reward boosted everyone's morale, and even staying in this wilderness to assist with an experiment no longer felt tiring.

In fact, the very next day, they saw the Daily Prophet on the front page of the newspaper.

Minister Fudge admits his mistake and pleads for more trust from the wizarding world.

Yes—that's how direct the new newspaper headlines are; it looks like Minister Fudge has been impeached.

However, upon closer examination, it becomes clear that the so-called error was actually an intelligence failure.

Minister for Magic, Mr. Fudge, has been keeping a close eye on those who are causing trouble within the Ministry of Magic, and while increasing the number of strikers and Auror troops, he is secretly gathering all intelligence on those attackers.

Before Easter, they successfully obtained intelligence that a large number of dark wizards had gathered together and dispatched an Auror force to surround and eliminate them.

After confirming that the other party was a dark wizard, a decisive strike was launched—that was the mistake.

Of course, this erroneous operation was not without its gains. The long-wanted dark wizard Greberg resisted arrest and was eventually killed. Several of his trusted aides were captured and imprisoned deep within Azkaban.

The remaining members of the gang are currently undergoing orderly trials.

Unfortunately, the dark wizard who attempted to disrupt the peace has not yet been apprehended, but the Ministry of Magic will continue to monitor the situation and pursue the perpetrator to ensure peace.

-

"He was clearly showing off... and yet it was made to appear as if he was directing him..."

Moody slammed the newspaper down on the table, annoyed. He was willing to accept Mr. Crouch's orders, but if Fudge wanted credit, that was simply...

"So it's a very clever way of writing it."

William put down his newspaper and exclaimed in admiration—"To count the credit for one thing twice, that's really Fudge!"

While the apology appeared to be a formality, it was actually an emphasis that they had never given up on hunting down the criminals who raided the Ministry of Magic (William smiled awkwardly), and that the werewolf Greyback who was killed was being investigated because of this incident, which brought up old cases again.

Since Greyback is already dead, even if the Ministry of Magic claims it was a mistake, it won't change that fact. And their concern for another matter demonstrates that the Ministry of Magic still has the capacity for revenge and is still using it…

"Calm down. It would be a bad thing if he didn't admit it. You can't have led those Aurors to achieve great things and then not have it recognized by the department, can you?"

William smiled and comforted Moody, then glanced at the time. "It'll be dark in about four hours. I need to give the wolfsbane potion to those who aren't participating in the experiment—if they all transform, tonight will be anything but ordinary."

"Is the new medicine okay?"

"Relax, dear professor—we've conducted many animal experiments."

William waved his hand and then walked toward the tent where medicine was being prepared. Mr. Belby was already there brewing tonight's wolfsbane potion and the improved potion; success or failure depended on tonight's events.

"Here you are, Professor William—come and see our results."

Mr. Bellby was very happy as the pre-packaged medicine was placed in individual crystal bottles, ready for the experiment to begin.

"I can't wait."

"I agree—I never imagined the second improvement of the drug would be so successful."

-

"Watch out! The moon is peeking out!"

At the makeshift camp, everyone went on alert after the shout.

There are currently seven werewolves in the camp who have taken the improved wolf poison. If the potion fails, just dealing with these werewolves without getting hurt will be a headache enough.

Moody held Mr. Belby firmly in his arms, while William stood a little ahead. Everyone held their breath, waiting for the werewolves to change.

As the moon rose higher, the werewolves who had been sleeping there began to undergo a transformation similar to that of the Animagus—their clothes began to shrink into their bodies, and fur began to grow on their skin…

'It bears some resemblance to the Animagus...'

Out of respect for Lupin's privacy, William witnessed the werewolves' transformation process for the first time—it was so realistic that he even suspected the werewolves were a failed form of the Animagus.

"No...no change?"

"I haven't changed!"

"sky!"

Before he could continue thinking along these lines, the camp was already filled with screams and excited shouts.

Even the Aurors gaped, staring in astonishment at the scene before them.

The werewolves, who should have transformed under the moonlight, remained in their original forms, which contradicted the knowledge they had learned from the Auror interns—that werewolves under the moonlight did not transform.

"This...this..."

They looked at their palms with surprise—they should have been hairy, and they should have been completely unconscious by now.

"Don't panic."

William raised his voice and quickly interrogated, "Do you feel unwell anywhere?"

"Where does it hurt? Where does it ache? Where does it feel hot? Is there any intention to attack someone? What is your sensation of blood?"

"No, sir, nothing at all! I feel better than ever before!"

The experimenter, named Pete, stammered excitedly, "There's nothing there, I...I..."

"Calm down, calm down... Observe carefully. The medicine is not yet finalized. We have left room for modification. We hope it can be more perfect. I urgently need your feedback."

William tried to persuade him, but he was also getting excited—if everything went smoothly, this new potion would completely replace the previous wolfsbane potion…

"Yes, yes, sir..."

Pete frantically searched for something that wasn't right, but he was too happy.

"No, no, sir."

"Alright, let's observe further later..."

"Next, let's test the drug on that person..."

He pointed to the only werewolf who hadn't taken any potion and was simply trapped. Pete volunteered to take the potion, then grabbed the werewolf who was about to bite and skillfully poured it into his throat.

"She has fallen into a deep sleep..."

William carefully applied all the controls to the other party before cautiously stepping forward to check the condition of the controlled werewolf.

"He's safe, just asleep. It seems the curse's power overwhelmed him after the transformation, causing him to fall into a coma. This is also the effect of the original potion—right, Professor Belby?"

“Absolutely correct, Professor William.”

Mr. Bellby smiled broadly. "Although the observation period hasn't started until tomorrow morning, I think—we've succeeded."