Where had Susan gone?
As soon as she left Umbridge's office, she headed straight for the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey soon made the fake wound on her arm disappear without a trace.
Her arm was soft and pink again—almost too pale and delicate. If anyone claimed a Werewolf had bitten it recently, they would be taken for a complete fool.
"I've filled out your medical record. Just stay in the Hospital Wing tomorrow," Madam Pomfrey said as she washed Susan's arm with some kind of potion.
"All right." Something occurred to Susan. "So is Professor Lupin really a Werewolf?"
"I think you already know the answer, don't you?" Madam Pomfrey said, applying the potion to Susan's arm.
Susan did not answer. Deep down, she already knew. She simply did not want to admit it.
She was not alone. Quite a few older students had suspected something about Lupin. The better students were no fools; they had noticed that Professor Lupin disappeared on every full moon, year after year.
But they had all silently agreed not to say anything. Professor Lupin really was a good teacher: conscientious, kind, and always willing to do everything he could to solve his students' problems.
Most importantly, he had never hurt anyone.
Susan desperately hoped Lupin was not a Werewolf. If only Werewolves could become human again. But could anyone really make that happen?
Susan looked out the window. She truly did not want to see tomorrow's full moon.
Cedric emerged from Lupin's office looking dejected. No matter how hard he had tried to persuade Lupin, Lupin had insisted he was not a Werewolf.
But what good did that do? He was only fooling himself.
Cedric planned to talk to Will and ask him to persuade Lupin.
He had even begun thinking about how to