"I remember there’s a spell that can force a werewolf to turn back into a human..." Leis pressed his finger to his forehead, frowning in thought.

"Right, it’s the Human Restoration Spell!"

Finally, in the corners of his memory, Leis recalled the spell.

This was a spell developed by his old friends Helga Hufflepuff and Rowena Ravenclaw, designed to force a transforming werewolf back into human form.

However, he could hardly be considered skilled in this spell; in his view, encountering a werewolf meant killing it—what was the point of turning it back into a human?

He seriously recalled the details of the Human Restoration Spell and then attempted it several times on the werewolf stuck in the mud.

Due to the limited magical power he could wield, and lacking a wand, as well as not being particularly adept with the spell, Leis failed at least seven or eight times before he successfully cast the Human Restoration Spell, transforming the werewolf he had subdued back into its human form.

The thick fur gradually faded, the limbs slowly elongated, and the body shrank bit by bit. About a minute later, the wolf on the ground had transformed into a pale-faced brown-haired woman.

The madness in her green eyes was slowly replaced by reason, and her killing intent gradually turned into astonishment. She raised her head in confusion, and when that full moon came into view, she suddenly lowered her head, as if the moon were not a moon but a red-hot iron.

Then she heard the voice of a boy.

"You’re lucky; you still have some use for me, so I’m willing to give you a chance to serve me."

She turned to the source of the voice and found a black-haired boy staring down at her. The boy had a pair of black eyes that were deep and cold like lakes. In a daze, she felt an illusion that she wasn’t wearing any clothes; her instinct told her that all her secrets were laid bare before this boy.

"Y-You are...?" she spoke, her voice hoarse, as if she had just spent hours singing at the top of her lungs.

"Leis."

"My name is Lupert." After stating her name, Lupert fell silent for a moment. Once she understood her situation, she sincerely said thank you.

That thank you was absolutely heartfelt.

Although she didn’t understand how Leis had done it, she knew that this great wizard had forcibly interrupted her transformation into a werewolf—this was nothing short of a miracle, a blessing for werewolves! Who, except for a few madmen, would want to transform into a mindless, bloodthirsty beast every month? The morning after a full moon, her mouth always filled with the nauseating taste of blood, Lupert dared not even think about what had happened the night before. Leis’s spell had planted a seed of hope in her withered heart...

"There’s no need to thank me," Leis shook his head. The Human Restoration Spell was not his invention, and his motivation for saving the werewolf in front of him was not pure; they were merely using each other.

After some effort, Leis dug Lupert out from the ground.

"Wand." Leis extended his hand to Lupert, who was brushing off the dust from her robes. Lupert froze for a moment and then obediently took her wand out of her pocket and respectfully handed it to Leis with both hands.

At that moment, Lupert resolved to follow Leis, acknowledging him as her master. No other reason; just the fact that he could suppress her transformation into a werewolf was enough.

Leis nodded in satisfaction: he was lucky; this werewolf had a wand, indicating she had once been a wizard, and she could surely take him back to the world of wizards.

Thinking of this, he looked down at the wand Lupert had given him: it was very old, with some parts peeling off and one end glowing with a white light.

Leis: ...

This thing, he would have rejected even for use as firewood in the past.

A hint of crimson flashed across Lupert's face.

"It’s hard for werewolves to find stable work; I’ve been wandering for the past few years and have very little money..."

"Having something is better than being empty-handed," Leis interrupted her defense. Although he could cast most spells without a wand, having one would save him some effort. If he had had a wand when he cast the Human Restoration Spell just now, he wouldn’t have failed so many times.

As for whether using a wand would lower his status, he wouldn’t consider that; he no longer needed to show off his magical prowess by casting spells without a wand. Only half-baked wizards would take pride in being able to cast spells without one.

"Take me to the wizards' settlement." After taking Lupert away from the campsite and arriving at a quiet, deserted clearing, Leis issued his command. He wanted to understand the current state of affairs before receiving his acceptance letter from Hogwarts.

Lupert blinked, momentarily unable to answer the question. It wasn’t because the question was too tricky, but because there were simply too many places in the UK that could be called wizard settlements.

She tentatively mentioned Diagon Alley, and to her surprise, Leis nodded in agreement.

Lupert was stunned; she truly hadn’t expected there to be a wizard who didn’t know where Diagon Alley was.

Once the destination was confirmed, Lupert and Leis stood in place, staring at each other.

Leis: ?

Lupert: ???

"Please raise your wand high above your head." Realizing that her "master" seemed to lack common knowledge, Lupert hurriedly told him how to summon the Knight Bus.

What good is that? Leis frowned; he didn’t remember any transfer spells that could be cast just by raising a wand—if there were, it would only mean that wizards' magical skills had undergone a qualitative change over a thousand years.

However, he didn’t think Lupert would pull any tricks, so he raised his wand above his head as she instructed. The next second, a dazzling light suddenly illuminated the dark campsite, followed by a deafening "bang," and then a gigantic, terrifying creature with eyes as bright as the sun charged into Leis's view.

Leis: ?!

What kind of monster is this???

He was genuinely shocked by the sudden appearance of this "giant beast." Its massive size and terrifying presence were no less than that of a fire dragon.

Leis instinctively summoned the magical power within him and unleashed a wind blade at that thing with all his might.

"Stop!" The moment the Knight Bus appeared, Lupert realized her mistake. She threw herself at Leis with all her strength, causing his wind blade to miss its target.

The wind blade summoned by Leis grazed the side of the Knight Bus, leaving a half-meter-deep, more than ten-meter-long trench in the ground.

"Lupert!" Leis suddenly turned his head, glaring at Lupert, who dared to obstruct him.

"It’s not an enemy; it's a means of transportation taking us to Diagon Alley!" Lupert briefly explained what the Knight Bus was.

Although he didn’t know what a bus was, Leis understood Lupert’s meaning; the hulking figure before him was not a magical creature but a kind of public carriage.

"Merlin..." a voice, quacking like a duck, interrupted their conversation in a trembling tone.

Leis looked over and saw a pale-faced young man collapsed on the steps protruding from the bus door.

"You scared the conductor," Lupert said, shrugging her shoulders with a look of helplessness.