"Breaking News: Hundreds of werewolves gather in Diagon Alley; Vaughan Weasley's award ceremony plagued by repeated upheavals!"
"Fudge's reputation lies in ruins—he was beaten by the Wizengamot at the award ceremony!"
"Werewolf Affairs Committee: Is it truly seeking benefits for werewolves, or is it in fact tearing apart the Ministry of Magic's authority?—The love-hate saga of Dumbledore and Fudge!"
"Vaughan Weasley, a child everyone underestimated—kind, wise, and compassionate. The werewolves hold him in the highest esteem. According to werewolves interviewed, Mr. Weasley gave them hope and even paid out of his own pocket to cover their recent living expenses..."
"Vaughan Weasley, a hypocritical, cunning viper who uses the appearance of a child to disguise himself. Look, readers—he summoned those savage werewolves, his ruthless army. The Wolfsbane Potion is not the dawn of the wizarding world, but poisonous bait for Weasley to fulfill his personal ambitions!"
"Dumbledore: Is he truly Hogwarts' kindly headmaster, or a White Dark Lord conspiring to overthrow the Ministry of Magic?"
Late that night, in the headmaster's office, Vaughan burst out laughing as he read the newspapers.
He leaned out and looked at Dumbledore, who was fiddling with a tray of sweets on the other side of the room. Teasingly, he said, "Did you see that, Albus? Someone called you the White Dark Lord. That reporter really has courage."
Dumbledore's beard trembled, and he kept a straight face, unwilling to speak.
He was feeling rather miserable now. Back when he had agreed to cooperate with Vaughan in establishing the Werewolf Affairs Committee, he had accepted Vaughan's demand to bring in the International Confederation of Wizards in order to reduce resistance as much as possible.
Though he had anticipated at the time that his actions might draw criticism, he had never expected the backlash to be far greater