Werewolf Affairs Committee!
The hottest organization in the wizarding world this year. Compared to the vast Ministry of Magic, it was certainly still small, with a single function, but anyone with even a little foresight could see its vigorous vitality and the potential faintly revealed during its founding.
Dumbledore, the Wizengamot, and Barty Crouch, who had suddenly joined two months ago, along with his Department of International Magical Cooperation.
It had practically torn apart the Ministry of Magic's power structure bit by bit under everyone's watchful eyes. While opening everyone's eyes to Fudge's weakness and incompetence, it had also drawn attention to Vaughan Weasley, the genius Potions master's intelligence, cunning, and ruthlessness in manipulating politics.
It had to be said that everything Vaughan had done to push for the establishment of the Werewolf Affairs Committee hit Slytherins right in their sweet spot.
Slytherins generally had a severe tendency to admire the strong, and in their eyes, Vaughan was practically a born leader—a formidable figure with grand ambitions, sinister and ruthless.
Considering his age as well, those restless, quick-witted people had already begun considering placing their bets on him.
Whether the Slytherin team won or needed celebrating was unimportant, and it had almost nothing to do with those about to graduate. The only reason they had put so much effort into preparing the banquet was for an occasion like this, where they could interact with Vaughan!
Surrounded by this group of elegantly dressed elites, Vaughan showed no particular reaction. He barely spoke, merely savoring the food at an unhurried pace.
In his eyes, these "young wizards" who had yet to graduate were far too green.
Though they tried their best to imitate the mannerisms of their parents and elders in every gesture, the childishness and superficiality beneath the surface were obvious