Leaving the VIP area, Amosta slowly walked downstairs along the road he had come, still thinking about the Malfoy family, these two had a bad reputation in the wizarding world, and after their old master stepped down, Lucius spent a lot of gold just to avoid the punishment of the law, this matter is not a secret in the high-level realm of the wizarding world.

They are also staunch proponents of the doctrine of pure-blood supremacy, and it is conceivable what choices their old masters will make if the 'King returns'.

But alas, that notebook will create an unhealable estrangement in the hearts of the master and servant.

Lucius Malfoy was a smart man, he probably realized that the notebook was not simple, and he approached himself to leave a way back for Draco, after all, Voldemort was still very good at cutting grass and roots.

Amosta doesn't mind showing some kindness to the Malfoys, who also need to stick a nail in the middle of the Death Eaters.

Descending to the second floor, Amosta glanced at the 'Bio Damage Section' sign hanging on the wall, and turned and walked into the hallway.

The atmosphere was much more miserable, most of the wards were filled with wails of pain, the healers in green rushed to and fro, and everyone had anxious expressions on their faces.

Amosta's gaze swept over the cards embedded in the brass frame hanging in the doorway, and when he reached the back of the hallway, he found a sign that read "Dangerous" Remus Lupin's Ward: Severe Bite - Attending Liaoshi: Hebeklath Smeschik; Trainee Therapist: Augustus Payi.

Amosta had expected an Auror to guard the place, but in reality, Remus was the only one in the room.

Compared to Draco's ward, it was much more normal, with three beds in the cramped room, but in reality, only Remus Lupin slept on the innermost window bed, and the other two were empty, with a neatly folded female pajamas at the head of the middle bed.

Remus was covered in blood-stained bandages, and only his eyes were exposed staring at the Daily Prophet on his lap, and he looked like a freshly unearthed mummy.

"Good morning, Amosta--"

Remus was waving his arms like a stick, and his tone sounded relaxed,

"I was still wondering yesterday when you'll be free to come and see me. After all, you're hot right now. ”

"I personally don't want to cause a commotion wherever I go, and for that, I have to change my face when I need to be in public."

Amosta smiled and strode over to Remus's bedside, noticing a half-consumed fruit basket on the bedside cupboard.

"Oh!"

Amosta raised her brow in surprise,

"I had just come down from Draco's hospital room and I realized that I should probably buy two bouquets of flowers. No wonder Draco's mother didn't look good when she saw me. ”

"I guess it's not because you forgot to bring the flowers—"

Remus laughed.

A little joke diluted the faint melancholy in the room, and Amosta did not sit down, but stood in front of Remus's hospital bed and greeted,

"So--how does it feel, Remus?"

"It can't get any worse, can it?" Remus shrugged, but the overly 'bold' gesture involved the wound on his body, and the bandage on his cheek folded,

"I'm already a werewolf, I can't change it again - the only problem is that the concentration of wolf venom in those wounds on my body is too high, which affects the healing of the wounds, and I now need to take a small dose of wolf venom every day to control the wolf venom in my body, which makes me always lazy and have no energy. The therapist at St. Mungo's told me that this condition could last for a while--"

"It's terrible--"

Amosta's eyebrows tightened slightly, and he scratched his head in annoyance

"What about Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the kids at school are waiting for you to recover."

"Amosta--"

The gauze muffled Remus's expression, but Amosta was sure that Remus was smiling helplessly.

"You and I both know that it's impossible for me to go back to that school to teach, can I?"

"Don't mind, just kidding--"

Amosta laughed happily.

Indeed, it is impossible for Remus to return to Hogwarts to teach, this is something that everyone understands, and the most important reason why he proposed to Dumbledore for the position of Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts was to help capture Sirius, but now, now that Sirius has been confirmed innocent and Peter has been controlled, it is time for him to retire.

It is true that being a professor at Hogwarts is a job that will give him a decent life, but Remus knows that he will not be able to work for long, his own danger cannot be ignored, and if his identity is known to the parents of the young wizard one day, it will definitely bring great criticism to Hogwarts and Dumbledore.

Even Amosta will be implicated by him.

Think about it, the director of the Hogwarts Student Safety Office, the recipient of the Merlin Order of the First Degree, the wizard of the Wizengamot, the senior advisor of the Ministry of Magic, and the hero of the Greyback werewolf gang that was exterminated actually ignored the werewolves around him, what will the people of the wizarding world think when this news spreads?

Not to mention, the reality is that he can't do without St. Mungo for a while.

"That's a good thing, Remus—"

Seeing that Remus was inevitably a little lost, Amosta said calmly,

"At least you're safe now, think of Gilderoy Lockhart, he's going to be a lot worse than you."

Remus was stunned, and then reacted,

"You're saying that Voldemort cursed the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor isn't it a rumor?"

Amosta nodded,

"It's a powerful curse, not easy to defend against." He saw Remus's confusion and added, "I used a little bit of a way to transfer the curse's evil effects last year. ”

Remus nodded, and the gloom in his heart dissipated a little, but it occurred to him that this was not the case when Amosta persuaded him to apply for a professor of this course last summer. Sure enough, he still resents himself for revealing his identity as a golden viper to Dumbledore, so he wants to take the opportunity to rectify himself.

The corners of Remus's mouth twitched, and he seemed to be saying to Amosta, 'You're a good man'.

Amosta could guess what he was thinking from Remus's strange eyes, but he was thick-skinned and didn't show the slightest hint of crampedness after the prank was exposed.

"Speaking of which, what are your plans for life after recovery--"

This is a distressing and real question.

Sirius is about to be vindicated and Peter will not want to get rid of those Dementors for the rest of his life, Harry's safety will not be an issue anymore, everything looks perfect, but his life will go on.

In the past few days lying in bed, Remus has been thinking, but he has never had a clue, Greyback and his gang are swept away, and people will not be able to eliminate the prejudice against those unlucky people who do not voluntarily become werewolves, and the wizarding world under the sun will still not have the soil for werewolves to survive.

"I did think about it--"

Remus's mood was quite calm, after all, his living environment had been like this for more than ten years, and the half year at Hogwarts was like a holiday for him, and now, the vacation was over, and he had to return to his cruel life again.

"I'm going to move in with Sirius for a while after I'm discharged from the hospital. Let's try to see if we can find a job that is willing to accept werewolves--"

Having said that, Remus didn't expect anything, he sighed

"If there really isn't anyone to hire me, then I'll have to go back to my old life, go back to the underworld, and continue to resell herbs and potions, at the very least, the Ministry of Magic has very little control there, and I don't need to go through a lot of license certificates-"

(End of chapter)