A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

"Can you tell me why you are here?"

A small wizard sat nervously in a chair. "I'm here on Waffman's suggestion. He says you're a very intelligent man who runs the world's largest multinational company, and who the gentleman trusts the most; more than that, you're still... "

He secretly looked at the person on the other side with his eyes.

"Still your kind," Lupin added. "Yes, yes," said the man. Lupin looked at the wizard kindly. It was the first time they had met, but he felt a sense of familiarity, perhaps because he had wrapped himself in shabby patched robes, cloaks, and scarves, with a sick face, mixed with White hair, eyes full of unease. It was so similar to him back then.

"Mr. Lupin," the man received encouragement from Lupin's gentle eyes, and spoke more smoothly, "I have always lived in isolation, and have lived in the wild for more than ten years, and only recently heard about the outside world from a group of explorers. It's incredible, it's like a dream, borderline people like us..." He opened his mouth.

Lu Ping stopped, nodded in agreement, and said:

"I've seen a lot of examples like you who came in with a sad face, probably the most helpless look ever, at a loss for how the world was changing, but then left contented and started a new life. As far as I know they Living well now."

"That's it!" said the man eagerly, his eyes revealing hope, "Woffman said the same! He said you have a way to make a werewolf reborn."

Lupin laughed.

"I don't remember any secret recipes that I must keep secret. I did separate some practical skills from the werewolf transformation magic, and I have almost one share in the werewolf group, so that they can help each other to learn; I also founded the werewolf rights association, As long as you follow the above regulations, you can receive a wolf poison potion every month for a small amount of money; by the way, the association is currently training its own pharmacists, and we have mastered the preparation methods of four of the seven wolf poison potions. These benefits are available to everyone and don’t need to see me to get them.”

The man looked at Lupin in confusion, looking confused, he couldn't help leaning forward slightly and said tentatively, "But I think, there must be something special about you? Otherwise why do all werewolves respect you? Uh? , the above is completely worthy of respect, but these two kinds of 'respect' are completely different, I can feel it."

"Oh," Lupin smiled softly, "I'm honored for your trust. I do have a few stories and a few suggestions that might help you blend in better, but in the end it's nothing special. On the contrary... I Would love to hear your story."

When Tonks came in from the outside, he happened to see Lupin and the wizard coming out of the study. As had happened countless times before, the strange visitor walked with ease, as if he had lifted a heavy burden.

Lupin handed the man a business card.

"You can contact Miss Temple and she will place you properly. Her ability to work is beyond doubt."

"Thank you, Mr. Lupin, thank you so much," said the wizard gratefully, looking at Tonks as he approached, "you must be Mrs. Lupin? People as ignorant as I have heard of the two It's really enviable, Mrs. Lupin looks like a kind-hearted person..."

"I figured it out." After the wizard left, Tonks raised his eyebrows and said, "The comments I get from your friends are all with a 'good heart', as if this is why I am with you. together!"

"I know. It's love," said Lupin solemnly. "But in the eyes of other werewolves, love is a luxury, not to mention having such a beautiful and wise witch as his wife."

Tonks hummed happily.

Lupin opened his arms and held her as he had done at the wedding eleven years earlier, nothing changed. He's happy with everything he has now - a smart and thoughtful wife, a healthy and lively son (without any wolf-like traits, inheriting his mother's disguise Magus), a godson (Harry's youngest son, Albus) , a bunch of relatives and friends, a decent career and social status, there is nothing to fault.

He was extremely fortunate that he accepted Dumbledore's invitation back then.

Because he's been 'getting' ever since. His heart is very full, so he still has the energy to do something for his kind after all these years - both the Werewolf Rights Association and the Simplified Werewolf Transformation Magic, as well as the study talk almost once a week.

Every year over the years, werewolves have plucked up the courage to come out of the mountains, jungles, and wilderness, and observe the unfamiliar environment in front of them with a timid and vigilant heart. And as perhaps the most famous werewolf in the world, Lupin helped and appeased countless numbers of people.

The warm moment didn't last long when a ten-year-old boy rushed in and banged the stairs. Lupin and Tonks looked at each other, looking at their child.

"Dad, Mama, Sirius let me ask you when you're over!" cried Teddy Lupin.

"Right now," Tonks said with a stern face, "if you don't make trouble on the side."

"But if I don't make a sound, you'll be hugging each other forever!" cried Teddy.

Tonks pouted and looked the little boy up and down.

"What's wrong with your hair?"

Teddy's hair was a dazzling fiery red, not the turmeric color at breakfast. But he inherited his mother's ability to change his appearance at will, naturally including adjusting his hair color, so his mother's words are tantamount to finding fault. He shook his head proudly, "I met a little red-haired girl, stupid, and I told her that I was a Weasley relative!"

Tonks and Lupin looked at each other.

"What's that little girl's name?"

"It won't be little Rosalie, will it?"

"How could that be?" Teddy looked incredulous. "Sirius takes her to our house for at least half a month, and we meet at Harry's godfather's house for the other half-"

"Is it Victora?" Lupin asked.

Teddy thought hard for a while, and said slowly: "It seems to be called this name."

"God," Tonks said, "that's Bill and Fleur's child, and you played together when you were kids."

Ten minutes later, when Lupin came out of the living room, he saw mother and son Tonks and Teddy staring in the living room, their hair color changing like a marquee. This is Tonks' forte, but Teddy is not to be outdone. This is the first thing he will know since he was born, before he can say the first word.

Lupin was leaning against the window sill, admiring the scene with great satisfaction. Ten minutes later, Teddy was defeated, his hair reluctantly frozen in black. Instead, Tonks looked triumphant.

"Let's go," she said happily.

The sun was shining outside, and the hotel was packed with tourists who came to the third-floor banquet hall. At the entrance, a deafening music was heard before entering the door. Lupin was a little stunned, and had an ominous premonition in his heart, which would be felt the next second.

Sirius was singing happily on the stage, with a guitar in his hand, dressed as a hippie; behind him was Bill, his fingers brushing the keyboard like a cloud, his ponytail swaying from side to side, and the little fan earrings on his ears were hidden. Now; Rove's drum kit is obviously not keeping up with the rhythm. It seems that he is rushing ducks to the shelves. Lupin guessed that if he came earlier, he would be sitting in that position, but it is more likely that he would be hugging Sax looked around and seemed to have bought Neville's standing on the stage.

Lupin suddenly had the urge to close his eyes.

It's Sirius's 'The Fur Boys'. Even more unfortunate, he realized that he was also a member of the band (forced). Even the band's name was picked by Sirius to make fun of his new nickname, "King of the Hairy Boys."

The audience's expressions were different. The performer's family all had expressions of wanting to laugh but not laughing, perhaps only Luna really liked it, holding a bird with rainbow feathers in each of her arms, her head tapped intoxicatedly to the rhythm; Wes Lay and the rest of the family sat together with focused expressions, while Ginny desperately tugged at a boy, James, trying to stop his inflated desire to act; Mrs Weasley and Fleur stared at Bill's tossing ponytail at the same time, but Lupin dared to say that the two had very different ideas - it was written on their faces! Severus sat in the corner with his mouth slightly open; next to him, the potbellied Slughorn chatted with Draco and Astoria with a smile; the student Sirius had taught at the next table enthusiastically blew whistle.

"Not bad, to be fair." Mad-Eye Moody, who was near the door, asked gruffly, "What did they sing?"

"A great victory," Lupin said subconsciously.

"Yeah, that's it." Moody laughed, humming along to the melody, and with his hoarse voice for comparison, Lupin could hear the beauty of Sirius' voice.

When Harry, the organizer of the banquet, appeared, what he saw was the scene of everyone singing together. The stage style of Sirius and Bill became more rough, which made him a little confused. Does your godfather really have the talent to sing? Didn't Amelia say only Kreacher praised him?

Harry understood that as 'unprincipled flattery', like if he asked Dobby, Dobby absolutely thought he sang beautifully.