"Of course." Harley leaned back slightly in her chair,
"You see, Uncle Remus was my father's friend, and Professor Dumbledore also believes he isn't dangerous."
"Although the two of them don't seem to get along, Professor Snape still provided him with the Wolfsbane Potion to make sure Uncle Remus wouldn't endanger anyone else's life."
"Given that, I can't think of any reason for us to discriminate against him or refuse to let him be the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Hermione's expression, a mixture of surprise and horror, gradually faded.
She began to think it over carefully, and realized that, just as Harley had said, Professor Lupin didn't seem to pose any danger.
"All right, you're right." Hermione quickly regained her energy and began stuffing books into her bulging schoolbag.
On Saturday morning, the long-awaited first match for the Hogwarts Quidditch Cup finally began.
The weather was terrible. Thunder had been rumbling and fierce winds howling since early morning.
But Quidditch matches weren't rescheduled because of bad weather.
And according to the rules, the professors weren't allowed to use a Weather Charm to force the weather to improve, either.
This made Hufflepuff captain Cedric very happy. After all, judging by their builds, Gryffindor's players didn't have the advantage.
Especially Harley, the sharpest blade in the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. She was simply too light.
That meant Harley would have to expend more energy battling the storm, which would make things a little easier for the Hufflepuffs.
It was nearly eleven, and the match was about to begin, but the weather outside hadn't improved.
Of course, that didn't stop the young wizards from coming to watch.
They wore raincoats or held enormous umbrellas, huddling together in the stands.
Harley was very curious. What could they see in such awful