As the Young Wizards discussed among themselves, a sudden commotion broke out on one side of the Great Hall.
Amid the startled cries of the Young Wizards, a raggedly dressed wizard burst into the Great Hall. He swept his gaze around, immediately spotted Harry among the Gryffindor seats, and quickly strode toward him.
"Professor Lupin, he looks like he's in a hurry," Ron asked curiously.
"He's coming this way. Could he be looking for Harry?" Hermione guessed.
Harry knew why Professor Lupin was so agitated. He must have heard about the Werewolf Potion, perhaps even taken it, becoming a legal werewolf capable of controlling himself!
Lupin arrived at Harry's side, suddenly stepped forward, and pulled him into a tight embrace. Only after a long while did he let go.
Looking at the professor before him, whose eyes were red-rimmed, Harry could not help but smile.
"Professor, what's wrong? Why are you suddenly so emotional?"
Professor Lupin had already guessed that Harry knew he was a werewolf. Seeing Harry feign confusion now, he immediately understood Harry's intentions.
The Werewolf Potion had only just appeared, and people were still not very accepting of werewolves. If his identity were exposed, it would likely cause panic.
Professor Lupin's face was filled with gratitude. He heavily patted Harry on the shoulder and said chokedly,
"Harry, I... I don't know what to say."
A nightmare that had lasted decades had been ended in an instant by the young wizard before him. Even now, Lupin still felt a powerful sense of unreality.
After releasing Harry, Lupin gently wiped the corner of his eyes with trembling hands. Forcing a smile, he spoke in a low voice only the two of them could hear.
"You have not only given me hope, but given hope to all werewolves.
"From today