The next morning, at breakfast, in the office of the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Douglas Holmes was enjoying breakfast when the office door was shoved open, and Fred and George Weasley rushed in, panting.
"Professor!"
Fred spoke first, slapping a copy of the Daily Prophet onto the desk.
"Have you seen it? It's chaos out there! Lots of parents are protesting. They think having our werewolf brothers beside the school is too dangerous!"
George added:
"We just came from the construction site. Our werewolf brothers are all feeling really low. They're working so hard, but people treat them like monsters, guarding against them and insulting them."
"But they haven't stopped working. They're still doing their best..."
Douglas raised his eyes slightly and motioned for them to sit, his face expressionless.
"Chaos?"
He smiled and took a sip of tea.
"Boys, this isn't chaos. It's marketing."
Douglas tapped the magical photograph with a finger.
"What do you see?"
"A group of... misunderstood colleagues?" Fred answered uncertainly.
"No," Douglas said.
"What you're seeing is the Marauders Power Company's formidable engineering capability. This proves that Silvermane Academy's graduates are highly disciplined.
It also shows that we're safe, reliable partners officially certified by the Ministry of Magic.
With her pen, Rita has delivered what we wanted to show to every wizard's breakfast table.
She just used a few little tricks to help it spread."
He paused, then continued:
"As for the parents' concerns, we expected all of them. We had a plan ready long ago."
Fred and George exchanged a look, the tension on their faces gradually giving way to understanding.
At Silvermane Academy's camp, Lupin held the newspaper, his hands trembling slightly.
He looked at himself directing the work in the photograph, at the companions who had struggled in the