That arrogant confidence, that impassive yet omnipresent menace, especially disgusted Lupin!
He knew his mindset was wrong. However arrogant others were, that was their business. As the vice president of the new organization WAC and Vaughan's deputy, he should have viewed everyone and everything calmly and rationally. After all, WAC did not have enough backing to act willfully.
But whenever he thought of how, back in the suitcase space, the other party had used all sorts of arguments to subtly pressure Vaughan into so-called "cooperation"...
Whenever he remembered the undisguised contempt in their voices when they spoke of werewolves, anger brewed in his chest!
Especially after leaving the suitcase space, when he brought the Magical Congress delegation to register Matthew...
"Will he bite people?"
"Why was this thing let out of its iron cage?"
"Hey, someone cast a Cleaning Charm on him. He's so filthy—he looks absolutely dreadful..."
"Height... pupil color... hair color... Mr. Lupin, can this werewolf talk?"
"Mr. Lupin, please convey this once more to Mr. Vaughan Weasley. This werewolf... well, Mr. Matthew is not on the registered list, so Mr. Weasley must be held responsible for all of his actions. Please keep him under control, to avoid an outcome none of us wishes to see."
Lupin did not know how he had endured it.
He only knew he had been close to blacking out with rage.
After seeing off those people from the Magical Congress, he realized that his clenched fists had left his nails buried in his palms.
In more than thirty years, he had never encountered so many detestable people. They disgusted him even more than that lunatic Voldemort—at least Voldemort had flexible standards when it came to "discrimination."
Half-bloods, Mudbloods, werewolves, Veela, goblins, and so on—he treated them all equally. They were all trash.