The Order of the Phoenix headquarters at Tonks's parents' house.
A dozen or so people were seated in the dining room, which had been temporarily converted into a small meeting room.
Besides the usual attendees and the towering Hagrid, there was another addition: a haggard-looking middle-aged man whose shabby clothes had been washed until they faded.
It was Lupin, the werewolf.
At the front of the long table, Mad-Eye Moody leaned on his walking stick and spoke in his usual harsh tone.
"Lupin, how are things with the werewolves lately?"
Though Lupin looked worn out, he carried himself with gentle refinement. He slowly rose and spoke calmly.
"Fenrir Greyback has lost his mind. After he and his trusted werewolves were sent to Azkaban, the werewolves in England came under the rule of another werewolf backed by the Death Eaters, Soro Verdon.
"Soro is ruthless too. He secretly killed a number of those who resisted, then led the werewolves who submitted to him to register at the Ministry of Magic's Werewolf Registration Office.
"Fudge has also been actively promoting policies to grant werewolves greater freedom and make Wolfsbane Potion affordable to ordinary people. The Pure-blood faction is very supportive too. They even raised twenty thousand Galleons to establish an official werewolf relief fund, so Fudge is now extremely popular among werewolves.
"On that point alone, as a werewolf myself, I also strongly support Fudge."
After finishing, Lupin gave everyone a slight bow and sat back down.
Moody pointed at Lupin and berated him loudly.
"These are all Dark Wizard schemes! Don't let appearances fool you! It's all a facade dressed up by the Dark Lord and that brat Shawn to lull us into complacency!"
Lupin simply nodded, showing no intention of arguing back.
Moody fumed, unable to produce any solid evidence.