He took a comfortable hot bath, changed into clean clothes, washed his wizard robes and hung them in front of the window to bask in the sun.
Soon, the bar owner, Old Tom, brought hot meals.
A large portion of fragrant roast suckling pig, a small dish of pickled eel, a small plate of fruit salad, and a glass of butterbeer.
Anton raised his index and middle fingers and gestured two, "Two servings, sir."
Old Tom looked at his stomach curiously, "Maybe you can't eat so much."
Anton laughed and patted the box next to him, "I have a sick uncle who also needs to eat."
"???" Old Tom walked away with a strange look on his face.
He has been running a pub for most of his life and has seen everything. Hey, he has never seen such a thing.
Carrying a sick uncle in a box and walking around, what kind of weird behavior is this?
When the food was delivered again, he was surprised to find that it was indeed the case, and...
"Lupin?!!!"
Lupin, his pale face covered in cold sweat, looked up and smiled. "Old Tom, long time no see."
Old Tom did not seem happy to see someone again after a long separation. He stared at Lupin coldly, then glanced at Anton. "Others may not know, but I know for sure, Lupin. Werewolves are not welcome here!"
Lupin was silent for a moment, then sighed. "I'm leaving now. Let him stay. I don't know him well."
Old Tom hesitated for a moment, staring at Anton suspiciously.
Anton smiled and waved. "No need. I'll go with him."
"No, I can't take care of you in my current state!" Lupin was anxious. He stared at Anton and said seriously, "Listen, kid. I'm a werewolf, and I can't have you always by my side. It's too dangerous for you."
Anton shrugged. "Then why don't you stand up and take a few steps?"
Lupin struggled for a moment, then fell back onto the bed.
The result was obvious. Anton hadn't expected the Cruciatus Curse to be so damaging to Lupin. Or perhaps, as one of the three Unforgivable Curses, it had this effect on most people?
Anton vaguely remembered Neville, marketed as the "Gryffindor Swordmaster." His parents were both Ministry of Magic Aurors and members of the Order of the Phoenix. Despite his strength, he was driven insane by Voldemort's subordinate Bella, tortured with the Cruciatus Curse and confined to St. Mungo's Hospital for over a decade without recovery.
Lupin was clearly seriously injured, but Old Tom insisted, "You can't stay here!"
"I'll leave," Lupin said, looking dejected.
Anton smiled at Old Tom. "Before I go, perhaps I could enjoy this lunch? I haven't had meat in ages."
Without waiting for Old Tom's permission, he rubbed his hands together, sat down, and began to eat with relish.
Old Tom looked at the two of them, pursed his lips, and finally smiled at Anton. "Eat!" He turned and left.
The roast suckling pig was delicious!
The pork skin was roasted to an extremely crispy texture, and underneath was a layer of fat that was almost rotten. A bite of the pork belly, rich and lean, burst with a rich sauce.
Anton, who had originally given up hope on British food, suddenly brightened up.
"Delicious!"
Oh my god, he hadn't smelled meat in two months!
Anton excitedly carried the plate and placed Lupin's portion on the bed. "You can sit up and eat a little. At least you can regain some strength."
Lupin lowered his head in silence, his messy hair covering his eyes. It was unclear what he was thinking.
"Discrimination is everywhere in this world," Anton said with a smile. Lupin looked up in astonishment.
"Among wizards, pure-bloods discriminate against half-bloods, half-bloods discriminate against Mudbloods, and Mudbloods discriminate against non-magical Muggles. Those who graduate from magic schools discriminate against those who wander the wild side. More broadly, even though they're all intelligent beings, humans discriminate against all other intelligent creatures: goblins, house-elves, werewolves, vampires, centaurs, veelas..."
Anton took a swig from his butterbeer. "Even pure-blood families have their superiors and are discriminated against."
He chuckled. "Discrimination is everywhere. Everyone is part of the discrimination chain. Unless you're as powerful as Dumbledore, there's no way to avoid it."
Lupin looked up at Anton, his face slightly moved.
He had never heard such arguments before. Usually, even the closest friends would encourage him to show his best self and gain recognition.
"Don't expect others to agree with you." Anton waved his arms, his small body seeming to house a powerful keyboard warrior. "You should be aware of this discrimination, accept the status quo, and find a way to survive that suits you!"
"A way to survive?" Lupin murmured.
"Yes!" Anton grabbed a pig's trotter and took a strong bite. "Your spells look powerful. Perhaps you could be a professor."
Lupin smiled, a smile so bitter.
''Who would want a werewolf as a teacher?''
A dirty cloth bag was turned upside down, and gold galleons spilled out, forming a small pile on the bed.
Anton pointed at himself with a grin. "Me!" Anton's face filled with pain.
"You killed him; he died a miserable death. Now I have no teacher, no one to teach me magic; even surviving has become difficult."
"You have to compensate me. Teach me spells! Of course I'll pay your tuition!" Anton looked at him seriously.
"I can't find anyone more suitable than you."
The corners of Lupin's lips twitched; he wanted to say, "You killed your teacher!"
Clang~.
Anton's clean left hand grabbed a handful of gold galleons and thrust them at Lupin; the golden color was particularly dazzling.
"Then let's make a happy deal!"
Lupin wanted to refuse, but the color of gold was too dazzling, and he needed money, as he was already broke. After so much turmoil, he could only sigh in frustration at the oppression of life. He looked at Anton seriously.
"Every night of the full moon, stay away from me!"
Anton quickly finished his sumptuous lunch. He walked toward the bustle outside, tapping his fingers lightly on the window.
"Perhaps we should go live in the Muggle world. Both magical herbs and gold galleons will be very important supplies in the future."
"What do you think, Mr. Lupin? I must consult you."
He turned his head with a serious expression, but saw Lupin holding his fork shakily, struggling to pick up a piece of meat, but unable to.
"???"
Anton walked up quickly, staring at Lupin with a serious expression. "How could the Cruciatus Curse have hurt you so much?"
Lupin raised his head and tried hard to smile.
"It's okay."
After saying that, he rolled his eyes and fell down.
"Walter?!!!" Anton was stunned.