You might have to play in the Quidditch World Cup final?

Marlowe Forfang's Notebook had, in fact, mentioned this kind of situation.

If someone was unfortunate enough to be bitten by a werewolf, they only needed to mix powdered silver with Dittany and apply it to the werewolf bite. After a short period of recuperation, the wound would heal.

Not everyone was willing to become a werewolf. Some people sought only death after being bitten, while others took their own lives after transforming into werewolves during the full moon.

Clearly, Fairmont Lupacy belonged to the second category.

Wizet let out a breath. "Mr. Blanche, I'm very sorry to hear that..."

"Thank you!" Maxie Blanche pursed his lips, unable to raise the corners of his mouth even slightly. "Actually, I came to see you this morning because of the finals."

"Fairmont had been looking forward to this opportunity for a long time..." His voice began to tremble, and he had to take several breaths before continuing. "I hope I can help him finish the match..."

"I hope we can have his name engraved on the trophy... So I'm truly sorry that we had to disturb your holiday. I hope you can help us..."

"Mr. Blanche, of course." Wizet nodded. By this point, he could already infer Maxie Blanche's purpose.

Maxie Blanche explained, "We have another substitute player... but according to Quidditch rules, once a substitute takes the field, they can't be replaced midway through."

The "substitute players" on a Quidditch team might more aptly have been called "rotation players."

They were better described as "rotation players" because any player changes had to be submitted on the roster before the match began.

Once a Quidditch match had started, players would not be replaced under any circumstances, even in the event of serious injury. At most, an injured player could leave the field, receive