Mr. Lupin was a very charming man, elegant yet unassuming.
He was polite and considerate of the feelings of several female colleagues, and when the male colleagues told crude jokes, he would also tell some jokes that were also dirty but quite humorous and made everyone laugh.
In short, the team-building effect was very good.
Mr. Lupin got along well with everyone.
"Goodbye, be careful on the road." Even though he was drunk, Lupin insisted on standing at the intersection to watch each colleague get into the car and leave.
Ilsa looked into the distance, then at the moon hanging high in the sky, and finally looked at Lupin in confusion.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Lupin, I think I recognized the wrong person." Ilsa supported Lupin with a somewhat flattering hand.
Not only did the Ministry of Magic Aurors who had just left, but even she herself could confirm that this Lupin was not a werewolf.
So, if he wasn't a werewolf!
This person must be her real Muggle boss!
It was over, it was over for her job!
Lupin shook his head, clearly dizzy from the heavy drinking and the cold street breeze.
But he remained focused, looking at Ilsa intently. "You need to work harder and show me your performance. I can't fire you, because it would be a huge loss for the company. Do you understand me?"
Ilsa nodded quickly, her voice as if a chicken pecking at rice. After discussing work, Lupin, a little drunken, stumbled forward. Ilsa quickly caught up and supported him again. "Lupin, where's your home? I'll take you back." Lupin chuckled, exhaled the alcohol, and pointed upstairs at the company building. "Fourth or fifth floor, top floor anyway."
He patted his stomach, a touch of pride. "I made some money in France, and the first thing I did when I came to England was buy myself a house."
Ilsa was a little surprised. Although the street was mostly commercial and residential, it was close to King's Cross Station, so prices were quite high.
She looked Lupin up and down. While not handsome, he was refined, clearly someone who loved life. He seemed to have been through a lot, a calmness that came with a certain maturity. Most importantly, he held a high position and was wealthy.
He had the qualities to captivate any young woman!
Even if he were a Muggle, she wouldn't mind spending her life with him.
Unfortunately, she seemed to have accidentally offended him.
Lupin refused to let her see him off, insisting she go home first. Ilsa could only glance back every few steps as she got into the car. She bit her lower lip, and drove off with a hint of reluctance.
"Oh my! Finally leaving!" Lupin suddenly perked up, sprinting towards the corridor behind the company. When he reached the corner, seeing no one, he sprinted up the stairs like a madman.
His face blurred, as if he were being chased by a ghost. He quickly opened the door to the top floor, rushed in, and closed it.
The moment he closed the door, his entire body twisted.
In an instant, he transformed into a red-haired child who looked only ten years old.
It was none other than Anton.
Steady, rhythmic footsteps echoed as Anna approached, clutching the clothes. Her nose twitched, and she frowned, remaining silent.
Anton tugged at the clothes, which had suddenly grown enormous to him, and asked, "How's Lupin?"
"Mr. Fiennes (the old wizard) is watching over him. He's fine."
Anton nodded, took the clothes, and went into the bathroom.
A moment later, he emerged, freshly dressed. He gazed upon the house with satisfaction.
Six bedrooms and two living rooms, over 200 square meters, with an exclusive rooftop terrace—it was simply too wonderful.
Anton stretched out his arms, as if embracing the world. "Haha, I finally have a home of my own."
This hadn't been easy. For the past few months, under the name Lupin, he had worked tirelessly in France, with his vision and eloquence, closing countless large orders that his colleagues considered miraculous.
He earned a resounding nickname there: the sleepless money-making machine.
The hard work had been worth it.
With a house, it felt like finding roots, a sense of peace and stability.
Anna stood quietly behind him, looking at his profile and smiling slightly.
The old wizard floated out from a room, "Since you already have a stable life, I think our Potions class can continue."
Anton nodded seriously, "Indeed, compared to money, magic attracts me more."
"Let Lupin go to work in the future, and I will teach at home."
At this time, a huge wolf head poked out of the room, and the wolf's eyes were full of fear, "I go to work?"
"Of course!" Anton looked unhappy, "Lupin, you old man, how can you let a ten-year-old child like me earn money to support you?"
"But..." Lupin swallowed in fear, "Muggle society..."
Anton quickly interrupted him, "I took you to experience it when I was in France, and you adapted very well. At least you know how to watch TV now, and you are obsessed with "The Countess of Charny."
"I..." Lupin's wolf head had a very rich expression, "The business of the information consulting company..."
Anton interrupted again, "You have a vicissitudes of life temperament. As long as you dress according to the style I designed for you, girls will like it and you will be successful. And I have taught you a lot of economics lessons."
Anton sighed, "Lupin, you are a very smart, excellent and charming person. Your only shortcoming is that you are too unconfident."
Lupin was silent for a while, then smiled bitterly, "You are right, I can't let you, a little guy, support me, I will do it well."
"Hahaha, Lupin, be more confident, you can do it." Anton smiled and put his arms around his werewolf neck, "Information consulting companies are emerging industries. No matter what you say, no one will think it is wrong, and no senior seniors will point fingers at you."
"We are all beginners and are all groping."
"Lupin." Anton's voice is faint, "Although I can't cure your symptoms, at least it doesn't affect your life. You can also start trying to find your own way of survival."
"Let's all start and embrace a new life!"
The old wizard chuckled beside him. "Yes, a new life!"
As a ghost, he didn't need to sleep or a desk, but Anton, the little guy, still assigned him a room, which made him feel particularly satisfied.
He liked to float on the bed or in the bathtub at night, close his eyes, even if he didn't sleep.
There was a huge French window in the hall. With the curtains drawn, Lupin could easily see the house across the street that no one else could see.
Number 12 Grimmauld Place, Sirius Black's home.
When he was young, he had come here with Potter and Peter, and the four of them had played here.
"A new life?"
Anton nodded with a smile and walked towards the kitchen. A moment later, he was carrying a bucket of food to a room in the corner.
He opened the door and found a large snake crawling out from under the high bed left by the previous owner of the house.
Anton poured the food from the bucket into a food bowl and stroked the snake's head like he was stroking a puppy.
"Eat."
The snake nuzzled him affectionately, spitting out its tongue, then lowered its head and swallowed in big gulps.
Anton walked out, closed the door, and a magical light came on.
He stretched and was about to go back to his room to sleep, but he saw Anna standing quietly in the distance, waiting for him.
"Hahaha, she won't crawl out of the room, why are you standing so far away?"
Anna shook her head firmly, "I was attacked by a snake when I was a child, and I get very scared when I see snakes."
So Anton had to walk over by himself, "Is something wrong? Why don't you go to bed?"
Anna's eyes sparkled, a little excited, a little afraid, "The large time converter is almost done, I, I want to go somewhere, but I don't know magic, can you come with me?"
Anton frowned, "Time travel is very dangerous, I'm not strong enough, you should wait for Pedro to wake up, or wait for your father to come back, they are strong enough to protect your safety."
Anna pursed her lips and said hesitantly, "I was deliberately avoiding them." "
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