"What are you kidding, Mr. Blaine?"

Lupin's mouth was wide open, his face was stunned, shocked, and bewildered, and he seemed to think that Amosta was just playing a bad joke, but looking at his solemn and serious expression, it seemed that it didn't look like it!

"Let me apply for a position as a professor at Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

This ridiculous suggestion was a little unacceptable to the well-informed Lupin, who had come from the war years, and his eyebrows were raised high, and his tone was hurried,

"Mr. Bryan, I don't think you have forgotten that I am a..."

The guests in the bar walked back and forth, and Lupin closed his mouth vigilantly.

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

Amosta smiled, reading the Pavilion

"Teaching is a decent and meaningful job that not only has nothing to do with sin, but also pays well and can save you from a difficult life... You should know that Dumbledore is not the kind of person who is bound by the world's eyes and rules, Lupin, your strength is not bad, I think you can do the job. ”

It wasn't until the people around him dispersed a little that Lupin continued to vent the confusion caused by Amosta's proposal,

"I went to that school, and of course I know what a profession a professor is, but that's not the problem, Mr. Blaine,"

Admittedly, this was an exciting proposition, but reason told Lupin that it would never work out.

"My status as a werewolf is no secret to many people, Mr. Bryan, do you think that the Hogwarts Board and the Ministry of Magic will allow Dumbledore to hire a werewolf to teach the young wizards how to defend against the dark arts and those dangerous..., it's ridiculous, I'm a dangerous magical creature myself!"

"If you can't even look yourself in the eye, Lupin, how dare you expect others to treat you with a rational gaze?"

Amosta continues to follow the good path,

"Dumbledore will take care of all your worries, and besides, there is a Potions master in the school who can brew wolf poison potions, which can save you from the pain of those days of the month."

The wolf poison potion can almost be called the savior of wizards like Lupin who are forced to become werewolves, but unfortunately, its high price is basically beyond the reach of most werewolves, and for many painful nights of transformation, Lupin has begged for enough Galleons to buy this precious potion.

At the mention of this, Lupin obviously hesitated, but when he thought that the Potions master had once had a holiday with him, Lupin could only smile bitterly and shake his head.

"It won't be that simple, Mr. Blaine," Lupin smiled lonely, "if you had children, would you be glad to see that his teacher was a werewolf who lost his mind at every turn and tore at someone's neck?" ”

It was hard to think of this 'brilliant' idea of revenge, how Amosta was willing to give up so easily, and he patiently enlightened Lupin, telling him how much it would be to be a respected professor.

"--Think about it, Remus,"

Amosta affectionately called Lupin by name,

"If you can do a good job in this position, then something wonderful will happen, people may change the image of werewolves and never look at you differently, Remus, you are saving all werewolves who are forced to carry the weight in the dark just like you!"

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

Do I really have the potential to become the third Dark Lord?

Looking at Remus Lupin, who was only one step away from Ying Cheng, this thought suddenly flashed through Amosta's heart.

Lupin exhaled heavily, after all, he was a wizard from Gryffindor, and after Amosta's persuasion, courage quickly gathered in his heart,

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

Lupin, who suddenly remembered something, pointed to the newspaper spread out on the table, and his brow furrowed,

"There are some bad rumors, and this year's Gilderoy Lockhart seems to have confirmed it..."

"Nonsense!"

Amosta cried out 'righteously',

"It's just a lie, look at me, Lupin, and I'll step back from that seat unharmed, unharmed... Even, after doing this, my luck has been good, and I have made a small fortune recently! ”

Amosta's opinion was a very good proposition in all respects, but it was precisely this that kept Lupin on his mind a little wary.

"Why, Mr. Blaine?"

Lupin asked, confused,

"No doubt I have offended you, and I would not be surprised if you had used the same brutal methods against me before, but instead of doing so, you were eager to introduce me to a job and want me to make ends meet..., isn't it?"

"Because I recognize your abilities and kindness, Remus--"

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

"The professor I did this course and spent a few months with the little wizards in the school, they were a group of very lovely children, they all deserved an orthodox, professional education, and they all deserved a bright future, and the Gilderoy Lockhart thing clearly proves that even the great Dumbledore can sometimes get his vision wrong, and I can't bear to let those children waste their years at the most precious age, Remus, I think you have the power to help them--"

The brightest midday sun dispelled the darkness in this somewhat gloomy bar, and also dispelled the fog in Lupin's heart, and the doubts between his brows dissipated, revealing a reassuring and relieved smile.

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

Lupin stood up and straightened his old robes a little,

"I hope no one will take the herbs to feed the horsemen..., thank you very much for your hospitality, Mr. Brian, this meal will probably last me for a few more days."

"About my proposal--"

Looking at Remus as he walked towards Diagon Alley, Amosta narrowed his eyes and stood up as well.

"I'm sorry I can't give you an accurate answer right now, I need a little time to think about it seriously."

After all, a wizard who has walked through the incomparably cruel war years and wandered the underground world for many years, Remus Lupin is more rational and vigilant than Amosta imagined.

"Also,"

Lupin stood in the golden light, his smile stretched out as if he had suddenly become twenty years younger, and he looked at the young wizard at the table, with a meaningful smile in his eyes,

"I can probably see why Albus is so tolerant after knowing what you've done in the past few years, you're really not the same as I think you are,"

"What do you mean?"

Amosta's expression suddenly hardened.

Lupin smiled and waved at him, turned and walked into the light, and after a breath, a gentle voice came from outside the door into Amosta's ears, causing him to fall silent for a long time

"You have a tender heart, Amosta--"









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