"The Wizengamot has passed a resolution approving the establishment of the Werewolf Affairs Committee!"
In the spacious yet crowded warehouse, Barnard and James stood on a makeshift platform built from several wooden crates, reading from a newspaper.
Old people, women, children, and even the able-bodied adults who had come to help—hundreds of people crowded around them expectantly, packing the warehouse to the brim.
James poked the photograph in the newspaper with his wand, trying to let the werewolves see it move.
But with his rather rudimentary spellcasting skills, it was truly difficult for him to accomplish such a thing.
In the end, Remus could no longer bear watching and helped cast the spell, replenishing the magical power in the developing potion on the newspaper.
At last, the werewolves saw it. In the most prominent spot on the front page, within a solemn and majestic hall, a stern-faced witch announced something before the incessant flashes of cameras.
Then she stepped aside and welcomed a familiar figure onto the main podium.
The instant that person appeared, the unbroken camera flashes seemed like lightning.
Whispers rose around them:
"It's Mr. Weasley."
"He looks so dignified!"
"Mr. Weasley seems to have grown taller..."
Standing amid the crowd and listening to the warm, proud remarks around him, Remus wore a complicated expression.
Two months had passed, and he had practically watched with his own eyes as Vaughan's standing among the werewolves grew from mild goodwill to respect, then to utter trust and closeness.
Even though Vaughan rarely came to visit the werewolves.
This had always been the outcome he feared, yet the longer he lived with these wandering werewolves over the past two months, the less able he was to stop it.
All he could do was watch helplessly as these people's feelings toward Vaughan