The girl stopped reading abruptly.
For a moment, the attic was so quiet that a pin drop could be heard.
Not until the automatic coat rack had helped Vaughn change into his coat, twisted itself left and right to "admire" him for a moment, patted him on the shoulder, and dusted off nonexistent specks of dust did Hermione come back to her senses.
She looked at Vaughn, who appeared utterly unfazed. "Aren't you worried about this opposing viewpoint?"
An iron floated up on its own, releasing a faint mist of steam as it smoothed out the shallow wrinkles left in Vaughn's velvet suit.
Vaughn looked at himself in the mirror, then at Hermione, and asked in return, "What about you? Do you think what he said makes sense?"
Hermione fell silent for a moment before saying dejectedly, "...Although I don't want to admit it, and I really don't like the views he put forward, I have to say that the history of magic I know is exactly like that."
Vaughn asked again, "Then what about the views of those supporters earlier?"
Without thinking, Hermione replied, "Of course they're right too. Matters concerning werewolves should be decided by werewolves themselves..."
At that point, she froze and frowned in frustration.
She suddenly realized that whether it was the supporters or the opponents, what they wanted to express seemed to be correct.
Seeing her confusion, the now fully dressed Vaughn turned around and ruffled her hair. "When it comes to the establishment of WAC, neither side is wrong. They simply stand in different positions."
"Then... what about you?" Hermione asked.
"My thoughts aren't important." Vaughn smiled. "From the moment I developed the Wolfsbane Potion and refused to transfer ownership of it to the Ministry of Magic, my position was naturally determined. I had