Anton's room is located in the southeast and is the master bedroom of the house.
It has a spacious bedroom, a bathroom that is not too big but big enough for a bath, and a cloakroom that is not much different from the bedroom.
Anton doesn't have many clothes, and the large wardrobe in the bedroom is enough.
This place has been converted into a study.
The bookshelves are full of various materials.
With the study and research in the past few months, Anton's handwritten parchment is almost catching up with those of the old wizard.
A huge hand-drawn drawing is hung on the wall.
The old wizard started a new round of classes, "I explained to you the basics of potions before, and now we are going to start a new and mysterious course."
He waved his arm proudly, "A potion knowledge course that only Fiennes knows in the world."
Fiennes is the name of the old wizard, and Anton is full of expectations for it.
"The configuration cost of the Wizard's Eye Potion is too high, otherwise you should have listened to my class and practiced after drinking the potion."
He pointed to the hand-drawn drawing, "I drank it several times when treating Lupin during this period, and I saw the magic images in the werewolf's body. So, do potions also have magic images?"
"Yes!"
The old wizard looked mysterious, "This kind of magic image is dynamic. For example, the leech in the picture, when it is alive, its image looks like this, in a very stable state."
"When we crush it, it becomes another kind. The most interesting thing is that the emotions brewing in your heart when you crush it will affect its properties."
Anton reacted instantly and exclaimed, "This is the same process as releasing a spell!"
"That's right." The old wizard laughed, "The leech absorbs the luck potion. It seems that it is just putting the luck potion into the leech, but in this process, if the person controlling it has evil thoughts and extreme malice, then the re-released luck potion will become full of unknown dangers."
"Concocting a potion is casting a spell."
"So, little bastard, do you remember my first lesson? The fundamentals of our spellcasting."
Anton's eyes sparkled. "A wizard is a god; his will commands everything."
The old wizard solemnly placed his head on his neck, straightening his face. "This is also the foundation of Fiennes's potion theory."
"Teacher, you're a genius!"
"Crack, crack, crack..."
The magical lines on the door lit up, quietly opening a crack.
A giant snake, its tongue flickering, emerged from the gap.
Its twelve-foot (3.6-meter) body slithered across the floor, its nimble tail gently lifting the handle of the adjacent door, creating a gap.
The snake slipped inside.
The room contained a massive high bed, upon which lay a burly yet diminutive figure, the goblin Pedro.
The snake stared at the goblin for a long moment before turning away.
Then, it crawled forward again, opening another door.
The room looked warm and inviting, with a faint fragrance. On the windowsill dresser, a glass vase with an angel relief held a bouquet of fresh flowers. In the sunlight, the water droplets on the vase shimmered with iridescent light.
The room was empty, save for an open suitcase on the floor.
The snake swam over and poked its head into the suitcase.
The suitcase was enormous, resembling a vast machinery factory. A tiny figure operated a massive gantry crane, maneuvering a massive mechanical structure onto the top.
Then, donning dragon-skin gloves, the young woman laboriously dragged an oversized wrench from a shelf, climbed up an eight-meter-high scaffold, and used her body strength to securely tighten each massive nut.
Sweat dripped down the ends of her black hair. The young woman wiped it, leaving a greasy stain on her face.
Her expression was intensely focused and earnest.
Just like the snake head that had poked its way into the suitcase mid-air, its gaze fixed on her with the same intense concentration and earnestness.
On such a morning, everyone seemed incredibly motivated.
Lupin, in front of the mirror, styled his hair with gel and applied a little moisturizer to his face.
Then, he took the perfume and gently sprayed it on himself, then grabbed a well-made cashmere coat from the hanger and put it on.
Lupin looked at himself in the mirror with a strange expression.
This person...
so unfamiliar.
But just like Anton said, this look wasn't so bad.
He smiled slightly and said to his reflection, "New life, new life, isn't it?"
He made a funny face at himself and chuckled. He walked to the large oak table opposite the bed, turned off the TV, and carefully removed the discs from the DVD player and placed them in a special plastic box.
Then he picked up an exquisite alloy lion-head walking stick from the corner, straightened his chest, raised his head, and walked out of the room with the elegant demeanor that Anton and Anna had cultivated together. He exited the building's back door and walked into the first-floor lobby. Up the stairs was their company's office:
Chada Information Consulting Company.
In the corner was a row of semi-partitioned spaces, each occupied by an employee, each with several phones in front of them.
The information collectors were constantly making and receiving calls, recording information in registers, some even making two calls simultaneously.
Two female colleagues were constantly taking documents they had set aside back to their desks, organizing them, and distributing them to the information processors at the desks in the middle of the hall.
Everyone was busy.
Someone spotted Lupin, quickly greeted him, and then hurried off with the documents.
Clearly, the company was starting to get going.
These people were elite individuals drawn from various fields. They only needed a leader who could inspire them with hope, and their potential would unleash.
Anton was right; there wasn't much he needed to do.
For example, when encountering problems, he shouldn't panic or get anxious. He should remain graceful, calm, and smile.
Then, he would gather everyone for a meeting and let them work out a solution.
He would simply decide on the most promising solution.
Simple, wasn't it?
Lupin encouraged himself, nodding and smiling at the people along his way.
Finally, he reached his own manager's office.
However, shortly after he sat down, there was a gentle knock on the office door. Looking up, it was that troublesome Ilsa.
Lupin's nerves instantly tensed.
Anton had mentioned that this person was the only wizard in the company, and that he had deliberately used the full moon the night before to test him, even summoning the Ministry of Magic's Aurors.
He clenched his hands tightly on the armrests of his chair, resisting the urge to flee.
He smiled, his best smile.
"Good morning, Miss Ilsa,"
The beautiful young woman placed a fragrant cup of coffee on the table and looked at him flatteringly. "Good morning, Mr. Lupin," she said, her white fingers clasping together, clearly nervous. "There was a little incident yesterday..."
Lupin exhaled deeply. He gracefully raised his hands to the table, supporting the side of his face, and said with a smile, "It's okay, just keep working."
Perfect!
He perfectly replicated Anton's posture and tone. He had done it!
As expected, this highly skilled member of the company would breathe a sigh of relief and turn back to work.
Yes, that's what Anton analyzed.
But something unexpected obviously happened.
Ilsa didn't leave, but smiled sweetly, revealing her cute little canine teeth and a small dimple on one side.
"So, Mr. Lupin, can we have dinner together tonight?"
"Ah?"
"No?" Ilsa's beautiful golden hair trembled in the wind, and her gem-like blue-green eyes were misty, as if saying - are you just not willing to forgive me?
Good man, how could Lupin, this perpetual otaku, be a match for such a high-level player? For a moment, he was completely panicked.
"I... I..."
Ilsa blinked, her long eyelashes fluttering, "Then it's settled."
After saying that, she walked away with her slender waist twisting.
Lupin was still there at a loss, "I... I..."
What should I do?
Anton, where are you?