"--Gilderoy Lockhart, an international celebrity and best-selling author, a recipient of the Order of Merlin, an honorary member of the Anti-Dark Arts League, and a former professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was previously controlled by the Ministry of Magic due to anonymous reports, and at 9 o'clock today, the Wizengamot Inquisition completed the trial of Gilderoy Lockhart, who, according to the Ministry of Magic, could face up to fifteen years in prison for multiple crimes..."

On the front page of the urgent issue of the Daily Prophet, a large section of the first page was a photograph of Lockhart.

Compared to the previous photos in the public newspapers, the Lockhart in this newspaper is much more miserable.

He had messy hair, magic chains, a prison uniform one size larger than his body, dull yellow teeth, a scruffy beard, and blue eyes that showed obvious confusion, as if he couldn't figure out why he had come to this fate!

This may be the last time Gilderoy Lockhart will make headlines, and Amosta, with a smile in his eyes, throws down the newspaper and looks at Remus Lupin, who is once elegant but now almost wolf-spitting on a stoat sandwich.

The round coffee table was already filled with empty plates, and noticing Amosta's gaze, Lupin struggled to swallow the food in his mouth and smiled apologetically.

"I think I must be looking so embarrassed right now--"

Amosta pursed his lips in dismay, looking deeply at the patches on the wizard's robe that Lupin was wearing, and his heart was mixed.

"You're pretty good, Lupin, I don't understand why you're the way you are?"

Lupin seemed to be about to say something, but he suddenly noticed that Tom, the owner of the bar, was walking towards him with two glasses of sherry, so he quickly closed his mouth.

After the bar owner respectfully put down two glasses of dark, thick and sweet wine, and turned to walk away, Lupin rubbed a lot of gray hair, lowered his voice and said with a wry smile,

"You know who I am, Mr. Blaine, and no one out there would be happy to hire a dangerous, unworking werewolf for a while--"

"In the underground consignment market, some tasks are not particularly complicated, and with your ability, it is easy to complete."

Amosta leaned back in his chair, his arms folded over his chest, and continued to ask with his head tilted.

Lupin's face visibly sank, and instead of answering Amosta's question immediately, he stared at the sandwich on the plate that was still half left, and this silence lasted for a long time, until even Amosta was a little impatient, and Lupin opened his mouth with a bitter face,

"Indeed... But I don't dare, Mr. Blaine..., I'm afraid it's hard for me to explain this feeling to you, presumably... I think I'd better keep my distance from those things that break the law, unless, I want to be completely like Greyback someday in the future. ”

Sadly--after listening to Lupin's explanation, this thought arose in Amosta's mind.

As a werewolf, he would rather be poor than hurt others, this is a kind and very principled person, but sadly, people living in the magical world will not change their impression of werewolves because of this, nor will they have much sympathy for it, and they will not even think about how much injustice werewolves have suffered, they only know that they are aliens who reject everything.

Because of Greyback and his men, Amosta didn't like werewolves, but he didn't discriminate against werewolves, and of course, he wasn't in the mood to understand how much unjust oppression these poor fellows had to endure to get to the point where they were now disgusted.

Suppressing the trace of pity in his heart, Amosta cleared his throat and said with a sneer,

"So, Mr. Lupin, I suppose you must be where our festival is, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Blaine, I'm not surprised by what you did when you saw me today--"

Lupin smiled wryly and nodded apologetically, "Albus wrote me a letter after you left Hogwarts... He reminded me of how you might react when you see you again--"

Hum!

The coldness in Amosta's eyes was as sharp as the cold snort he let out, and he stared indifferently into Lupin's eyes,

"I'll bypass your life, Lupin,"

The hint of blood in Amosta's deep voice almost made Lupin fidget, and he wanted to defend himself, but the young man opposite didn't give him a chance to speak,

"But how did you repay my kindness, Lupin... Ask Dumbledore about my identity?

You know, what the consequences of that would be, and if Dumbledore had decided to kill me, there would be only two options for me, either to stay in Azkaban for the rest of my life, or to leave the wizarding world of Europe and wander the world ever after...

Ho, could it be that werewolves show their gratitude in a different way than normal wizards, that I can't understand why you would do such a 'revenge' move? ”

Lupin was speechless, after the fierce battle that year, to be honest, he was frightened by this young wizard who appeared in the underground world not long ago, and subconsciously, he wanted to find out the true identity of the golden viper, and he didn't think much about writing a letter directly to Albus to ask, and indeed ignored what consequences such a move would bring to Amosta.

Justification and apology are useless in front of a wizard like Jin Viper, and if you want to solve this problem, you have to come up with a 'benefit' that can impress him.

"I have some information here, Mr. Brian, and it might be of some value to you--"

After a long silence, Lupin raised his head, but he was in his early thirties because of the precarious life he had lived for a long time, and the trauma in his heart made him look like a man over fifty.

"Fenrir Greyback has recently resumed his activities, and he has arranged for his men to inquire about your true identity in private, probably hoping to find your family..., and he's also in contact with some of his former friends, you should know who I'm referring to... I think he wants to have a decisive battle with you. ”

"He's not dead?"

After snorting contemptuously, Amosta's tone was slightly surprised, "The vitality of the werewolf is really amazing. ”

"Unfortunately, Mr. Blaine, he is still alive--"

Lupin took a deep breath and said,

"After the last fight with you, half of his body was basically scorched, and according to common sense, even with the vitality of a werewolf, he couldn't survive such a serious magic damage...,

Luckily for him, he was dying, and he suddenly remembered that when he was working under the Dark Lord, whose name he couldn't even mention, he had been rewarded for a great slaughter, a very powerful healing spell that barely healed his broken body, and after a period of repair, he was finally rejuvenated. ”

"It's kind of value--"

Amosta nodded, and then, indifferently,

"But compared to the teasing that Gu suffered, Lupin, if Greyback comes to trouble again, I will make sure that he will not be burned to the point that there will be no bones left, do you expect this to appease my anger?"

Lupin's face was full of helplessness, and he shook his robe so that the patches on the robe could be more visible,

"You know what I'm doing, Mr. Blaine, and if you want me to atone for my sins with Garon..., I'm afraid I'll disappoint you."

Amosta took a sip of sweet wine, thinking about it in her heart.

Kill Lupin to relieve anger?

Of course, Amosta could not have done this, Amosta has always been the most cautious about killing, his feud with Lupin is far from the point where he must take out his wand and take the other party's life, and Lupin has made it clear that he has an unusual relationship with Dumbledore.

Amosta fell silent and Lupin quietly awaited his decision, neither of them spoke again, during which the barkeeper Tom came up to them and asked if they needed anything, Lupin looked like he was speechless, and Amosta waved his hand very generously, allowing him to look at the order himself.

Lupin feasted again, and Amosta, who had no idea, turned Lockhart's face over, and while he pondered, he casually read the daily newspaper of the Prophet, and when he reached the seventh page, he was stared at by a job posting in the middle of the paper, and then his handsome face showed a meaningful smile.









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