Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 102
"What are you kidding, Mr. Blaine?"

Lupine opened his mouth wide, and his vicissitudes and haggard face showed astonishment, shock, and confusion. He seemed to think that Amosta was just making a nasty joke, but, looking at his serious expression, I don't think this seems like it!
"Let me apply for the Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

This absurd suggestion made the knowledgeable Lupine, who had come from the war years, a little unacceptable. His eyebrows were raised high, his tone was hurried,

"Mr. Blaine, I don't think you've forgotten that I'm one."

The guests in the bar walked back and forth, and Lupine kept his mouth shut vigilantly.

"That's a very good proposal, isn't it?"

Amosta smiled,
"Professor is a decent and meaningful job, not only has nothing to do with evil, but also has a good salary, which can save you from an embarrassing life. You should know that Dumbledore is not the kind of person who is bound by worldly vision and rules. Man, Lupine, your strength is not bad, I think you can do the job."

After the people around him dispersed, Lupine continued to vent his confusion caused by Amostar's proposal,

"I have studied at that school, and of course I know what a professor is, but that's not the problem, Mr. Blaine,"

It was undeniable that this was a proposal that touched his heart, but reason told Lupine that it would never be possible.

"My identity as a werewolf is not a secret to many people, Mr. Blaine, do you think the Hogwarts Board of Trustees and the Ministry of Magic will allow Dumbledore to hire a werewolf to teach young wizards defense against the dark arts and those dangers?" Yes, it's ridiculous, I am a dangerous magical creature myself!"

"If you can't look at yourself, Lupine, how dare you expect others to look at you rationally?"

Amostar continued to follow the persuasion,

"Dumbledore will help you solve all the problems you worry about. In addition, there is a potion master in the school who can make wolfbane potion, which can save you from the pain of those few days every month."

Wolfsbane Potion can almost be called the savior of wizards like Lupine who are forced to become werewolves. Unfortunately, its high price is basically beyond the affordability of most werewolves. Every night, Lupine prayed that he would have enough Galleons to buy this precious potion.

When mentioning this, Lupine obviously hesitated, but when he thought of the potion master's past with him, Lupine could only shake his head with a wry smile.

"It won't be that simple, Mr. Blaine." Lupine smiled desolately, "If you have a child, would you be happy to see his teacher is a werewolf who loses his mind at every turn and bites other people's necks?"

How could Amosta give up on this 'excellent' idea of ​​revenge? He patiently enlightened Lupine, telling him the benefits of being a respected professor without hesitation.

"--Think about it, Remus,"

Amosta called Lupin's name affectionately,
"If you can do a good job in this position, then some wonderful things will happen. People may greatly change the image of werewolves, and they will no longer look at you differently. Remus, you are like saving everyone. A werewolf who is forced to walk in the dark like you!"

Amostar's tone was impassioned, and in the end, even he himself admired his ability to bewitch.

Could it be that I really have the potential to become the third generation Dark Lord?
Looking at Remus Lupine, who was only one step away from the promise, this thought suddenly flashed in Amosta's mind.

Lupine exhaled heavily. After all, he was a wizard born in Gryffindor. After Amosta's persuasion, courage quickly gathered in his heart.

"But there have been rumors, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts,"

Lupine, who suddenly remembered something, pointed at the newspaper spread out on the table, and frowned.

"There have been some bad rumors and this year's Gilderoy Lockhart seems to confirm it"

"What nonsense!"

Amosta cried out 'righteously',

"It's just rumors. Look at me, Lupine. I retreated from that seat unharmed. I didn't suffer any harm. Even after doing this, my luck has been pretty good. Recently, I even sent a little fiscal!"

No matter from all aspects, Amosta's opinion is a very good proposal, but it is precisely this that makes Lupine always have a trace of vigilance in his heart.

"Why, Mr. Blaine?"

Lupine asked in bewilderment,
"There is no doubt that I have offended you. I would not be surprised if you dealt with me in the same way you dealt with my brutal fellows before, but you didn't do that. Instead, you enthusiastically introduced me to me. work, trying to make ends meet for me... that's weird isn't it?"

"Because I recognize your ability and kindness, Remus—"

Amosta smiled gently, he already knew that he was about to achieve his goal,

"The professor I worked on this course spent a few months with the little wizards in the school intimately. They are a group of very cute children. They all deserve orthodox and professional education, and they all should have A bright future, and Gilderoy Lockhart's case clearly proves that even the great Dumbledore can sometimes get his eyes wrong, and I can't bear the thought of those children wasting their most precious years, Remus, I think you are capable of helping them-"

The brightest sunlight at noon dispelled the darkness in this gloomy bar, and also dispelled the fog in Lupine's heart. The doubts between his brows dissipated, and he showed a relieved and relieved smile.

"I've got to go back and see if my herbs are still there, Mr. Blaine,"

Lupine stood up, adjusted his old robe a little,

"I hope that no one will feed my herbs to the horsemen. Thank you very much for your hospitality, Mr. Blaine. This meal will probably last me for several days."

"About my proposal--"

Looking at Remus walking towards Diagon Alley, Amosta narrowed his eyes and also stood up.

"I'm sorry that I can't give you an accurate answer right now. I still need some time to think about it carefully."

After all, as a wizard who has gone through extremely cruel war years and wandered in the underground world all year round, Remus Lupine is more rational and vigilant than Amosta imagined.

"in addition,"

Standing in the golden light and shadow, Lupine's stretched smile made him seem 20 years younger. He looked at the young wizard at the dining table with a pointed smile in his eyes.

"I probably understand why Albus can still be so tolerant after knowing what you have done in the past few years. You are indeed different from the you in my impression,"

"What do you mean?"

Amosta's expression suddenly hardened.

Lupine smiled and waved to him, turned and walked into the light, after a breath, a gentle voice came into Amosta's ear from outside the door, causing him to fall into a long silence

"You have a tender heart, Amosta—"









(End of this chapter)