"Oh, so, are you here for autographs or to seek justice?"

Romulus's revelation of his werewolf identity didn't have the effect he desired. Neither Lockhart nor Aghashian showed any surprise or fear. Lockhart shrugged and, under the wary gazes of the werewolves, walked towards the fireplace in the kitchen.

He tapped his wand lightly, and the copper kettle on the stove began to gurgle and steam.

"Tea, anyone? Though you might have to wait a bit, there's not much hot water..."

"No need, we'll stand."

Romulus said, glancing nervously at the darkening sky outside, and took a deep breath.

"I'll get straight to the point. We're here for one reason: to become human again! Mr. Aghashian, you've done it before, more than once, right? Using that... uh, extremely complex Human-Reverting Charm, successfully freeing several werewolves lingering near Muggle villages from this damned curse – before the full moon was even over – I've read about it in books several times."

"Become... human again? I'm sorry, what are you talking about?" Aghashian asked, puzzled.

"The spell! The spell to turn werewolves back into humans! There's no need to lie, we know all about it!"

"Uh – self-invented magic? Werewolves turning back into humans?"

Aghashian stared at Romulus, completely baffled. What was this guy going on about?

"Alright, I'll help you refresh your memory, if you really don't remember."

Romulus, seemingly prepared, took a somewhat worn but well-preserved copy of "Wandering with Werewolves" from his pocket and placed it on the dining table in the living room, expertly flipping to a specific page, pointing at the text and reading aloud, word for word.

"…I pinned it to the ground with one hand, and with the other, I held my wand against its throat – then I gathered my strength and cast the incredibly complex Human-Reverting Charm. It let out a bloodcurdling howl. Then, the fur disappeared from its body, and its large fangs retracted.”

"He turned back into a human, simple and effective."

"You're the model for the protagonist in this story, right?" Romulus exhaled softly. "The Ministry of Magic and various newspapers and magazines confirmed its authenticity a few days ago. You found a way to lift the werewolf curse… We’ve gathered here from all over Europe, what else could we be here for?"

"Oh, it's not like that! Novels are novels, you can't look for reality in fictional stories."

Aghashian finally understood the reason for the werewolves' visit and chuckled easily.

"Werewolves turning into humans? How is that possible... To date, the only solution is Wolfsbane Potion – potion books detailing the Wolfsbane Potion recipe should be available on the shelves of major bookstores. I'm very sorry, gentlemen, but that so-called Human-Reverting Charm simply doesn't exis..."

However, he immediately realized this was a big mistake.

"You can refuse, but you don't have to fool us like we're idiots!"

Romulus growled, slamming the dining table and slapping a newspaper he took from his pocket on the surface.

"In *Advanced Charms*, this spell clearly exists – Human-Reverting Charm: it can force Animagi, Blood Curse carriers, and other targets transformed from humans back into their human form. Depending on magic power and skill, it can handle varying degrees of transformation. The Order of Merlin even made an exception and awarded Gilderoy Lockhart a Third Class medal for this. Are they all lying through their teeth?!"

"Yes, I think so, they always like to spout nonsense." Aghashian said drily.

"Is the experience in this novel real?!"

"It's real, but –"

"Did you help those villages get rid of werewolf attacks forever?!"

"Yes, enough… You want to know the truth, right?" Aghashian suddenly raised his voice in exasperation. "Then let me tell you! That werewolf died, understand? When he was buried in the dirt as a human, he became human forever, are you satisfied?!"

With Aghashian's words, the werewolves gathered in the living room clearly stirred.

But then Romulus's roar once again overpowered the old wizard, making the cups and saucers tremble.

"Liar! Do you take us for three-year-olds?! The Ministry of Magic, the Order of Merlin... We're not illiterate beasts!"

"I'll say it one last time, werewolf, there's no way to turn back into a human!"

The old wizard laughed angrily and said viciously, "Give up! Even if ten Merlins were resurrected, it wouldn't be possible!"

"If you became a werewolf yourself, would you still think there's no way? Huh?"

"You can try, frankly, I think I've lived long enough –"

Aghashian straightened up, glaring back at the furious Romulus, and sneered.

"If you think you can threaten me with this, then I'm telling you, you're completely wrong! The moon is about to rise, and if I remember correctly, today is a full moon... You still have a chance to leave town and hide in the forest – dozens of werewolves transforming collectively in a non-magical town, even if the Armenian Ministry of Magic can't handle it, the International Confederation of Wizards will summon Aurors from various countries to come after you."

"Is that so? Are you threatening me? Do you think anyone here likes this damned werewolf life?!"

Romulus's face twisted, and he roared, saliva almost splattering onto the desserts on the table.

Before his spittle could fly out, however, Lockhart waved his wand and conjured several lids to cover the dessert plates.

Since the British Ministry of Magic took the lead in cracking down on the domestic werewolf community, the magical governments of many countries have begun to itch to emulate the actions of the British Ministry of Magic. Originally lone werewolves had to start banding together, they did not want to become the next batch of poor beasts locked in cages.

And at this time, the story of *Wandering with Werewolves* undoubtedly became their last hope in the dark.

"Listen, old man – my patience is running out, if you can't remember the spell, I have plenty of ways to help you remember!"

Romulus raised the AK-47 in his hand again, while giving his companions a look.

If it weren't for the remaining hope of turning back into humans, most of the people present wouldn't want to live anymore.

"Then come on, do you really think wizards are afraid of Muggle firearms?"

Aghashian raised his wand and said coldly – if he really went all out, wizards could definitely cause more damage.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

At this moment, a sudden cough echoed in the living room.

Gilderoy Lockhart cleared his throat and, with a smile, looked at the tense parties in the living room.

"Calm down, calm down... We're all adults here, let's not resort to shouting and killing at the drop of a hat."

The young wizard looked as if he was attending a ball, gently pressing down the Armenian old wizard's raised wand arm, turning to Romulus and the others and smiling, speaking slowly and deliberately, with a hint of authority in his tone.

"You don't seem to have asked for my opinion yet, gentlemen. Don't forget, I'm the author of *Wandering with Werewolves*."

"You? What, are you going to threaten to blow up this house again? It's not like before!"

Romulus scoffed, pointing his thumb towards the door, "I'll allow you to get out of here, for your bravery. This is between us and Aghashian – we gave you a chance, we gave you kindness, respect, but all we got in return was mockery..."

"Oh, no, you may have misunderstood me. You have to pay attention when you read the news!"

Gilderoy Lockhart's smile remained unchanged as he took the newspaper from Romulus's hand, spread it out, and tapped his finger on a line of text.

"I, Gilderoy Lockhart, used Obliviate to erase Aghashian's memory, so I could smoothly take his experiences as my own and write them into a novel. The reason for the exposure now is that I've repented and actively restored this old geezer's memory."

"Romulus, stop wasting time with him, let's just do it!"

A middle-aged man standing behind Romulus lost patience, pulled up his sleeves, and prepared to step forward.

"Tsk, tsk… It seems your common sense and imagination are quite poor –"

Lockhart shook his head regretfully, raised his finger, and continued without changing his expression.

"When a wizard casts Obliviate, it's like using an eraser to remove pencil marks on parchment."

"However, a skilled memory master can follow the previous traces to restore that erased memory... In other words, if a wizard can restore a memory, it means he also possesses that memory."

"You wouldn't be naive enough to think that the Order of Merlin would give me a medal if there wasn't some truth to it?"

The young wizard raised his finger and tapped his temple lightly, smiling triumphantly.

"Get it? I have the method to revert to human form that you want as well."

"Lockhart, you –" Aghashian frowned deeply, turning sharply to look at the young wizard.

"Hey, don't interrupt at this time, old man!"

Lockhart snorted, interrupting the old man with a displeased look.

"Yes, that spell was indeed researched by you, but what does that have to do with me?"

"There is indeed a way for werewolves to turn back into normal humans. The method is cumbersome, complex, but it does exist – but the problem is, if everyone threatens to cast spells like you guys, then there's nothing to talk about. St. Mungo's charges two Sickles for treating a cold."

"So I'll just say it straight, I can help you find a way to turn back, but..."

Lockhart looked around at the menacing werewolves, rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, and said with a smile.

"So many of you, you'll have to pay first."

"Lockhart, you little rascal, shut up! I'm not so bad that I need you to –"

"Oh, almost forgot! There's one more very important thing! Monopoly makes for profit margins..."

Before Aghashian could finish speaking, Lockhart suddenly clapped his head and abruptly turned his wand to the side.

"Obliviate!"

In the next moment, a beam of crimson light heavily struck the old man.

Lockhart put away his wand gracefully, looking quite satisfied at the old wizard who had been hit with Obliviate.

Silent spells aren't truly without sound, after simple training, he could even say "Avada Kedavra" while directing his wand to cast "Episkey" – this slight trick might not fool skilled charm masters, but obviously didn't include the werewolves.

"I am very sorry, gentlemen. I may have to raise the price a little bit."

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