Time ticked by, and the night that would normally pass in the blink of an eye now seemed incredibly long.
Ilsa gradually stopped crying, forcing herself to look at the werewolf, trying to get used to the sight of Lupin transformed into a beast.
"This isn't easy," Anton said, still staring at the werewolf's arm, the light and shadow recording spell beside him flickering, its lines so complex they looked like a tangled mess.
"My teacher, the one you've met, the ghost in my house, his name is Alex Fiennes."
"Back then, it took all the effort and willpower I had to accept a ghost."
"He especially loved to float past behind me when I was looking in the mirror, or just stare at me blankly. Because of that, I became afraid of anything reflective, feeling that if I looked, I would see a headless ghost inside."
"That must have been a terrible experience."
Ilsa could imagine the horrifying scene and couldn't help but feel some sympathy, "So what happened later, how did you two end up living together?"
Anton turned to look at her, smiling brightly, "I accepted him, and we get along quite well."
Ilsa gripped her own arm tightly and looked at Anton with determination, "I can do it too."
Anton shrugged, "I look forward to it."
"Poor Lupin is too lonely, he was bitten by a werewolf when he was very young, if not for the great Dumbledore giving him the chance to study at Hogwarts, he might not have had a single friend."
Ilsa's eyes lit up, "Can you tell me about Lupin? Like, about his friends? I'll get along with them very well, as Lupin's wife."
Anton chuckled, a rather wicked smile on his face, "They're dead, died horribly, and one was locked up in Azkaban, said to be there until he dies of old age."
Ilsa fell silent, looking at Lupin with a touch of pity, "In that case, isn't he all alone again?"
Anton nodded, "He wandered for ten years, with no one to rely on, ostracized everywhere, unable to find a paying job because he's a werewolf, and subjected to constant scorn."
He looked at the complex pattern beside him with some satisfaction and let out a breath.
Then, he looked at Ilsa seriously, "I don't know if bringing you here was right or wrong, Lupin is pitiful, he needs to be saved."
"But that person might not be you!"
In the original story, Lupin met Tonks, thinking of this, Anton's expression turned a little strange, "I don't know if it's for the better or worse that he met you under my influence."
"Miss Ilsa, you've been to my house, there's a werewolf, a ghost, and a goblin, you should know that I'm not an ordinary person."
"I'm a dark wizard, I'm proficient in the Cruciatus Curse."
Ilsa stared at him, stunned, swallowed, and took a step back.
Anton looked at her seriously, "Your arrival might save Lupin, or it might kick him straight to hell. You can choose to accept this werewolf, but it won't be easy, I hope you can think it over carefully, think about the price you'll have to pay for being with a werewolf."
"This price is heavy, because of him, you will live the same ostracized life. Although you two seem to be doing fine now, you are both wizards, you can imagine the ostracism in the wizarding world, unless you plan to cut off all ties with it. If you don't want to burden your parents, you'll even have to stay away from them."
"It's really not easy, you should think it over carefully."
"Love is sweet, but reality isn't always, it's often filled with bitterness. If you truly decide to be with him, then the moment you give up, he will be destroyed."
"And at that time, I will hit you with a Cruciatus Curse!"
Anton's eyes were filled with a chilling coldness, his gaze shooting towards Ilsa like a dagger, "I'm serious, I'm not a good person, I can do it."
He thought Ilsa would be scared, would back down.
But he was wrong.
Ilsa puffed out her chest proudly, "I will become Lupin's wife, and then, as your aunt, I will teach you properly not to use the Unforgivable Curses!"
Anton was stunned.
Ilsa glared back at him, not to be outdone, "Since I've chosen a werewolf, I know what I'll be facing. You don't have to worry about my family, they are all Muggles."
"Muggles?" Anton blinked curiously.
"That's right, my parents are both high-ranking officials!" Ilsa looked at Anton's surprised eyes and smiled triumphantly, as if she had just won a round, "I magically awakened my powers when I was a child, and the school had no choice but to let me attend."
"But to prevent wizards from interfering in Muggle politics, my parents signed an agreement with the Ministry of Magic before I enrolled, they disowned me."
As she spoke, she proudly flicked her beautiful long blonde hair, "I refused, and in the end, the Ministry of Magic compromised, agreeing to let me see my parents once a year, accompanied by a Ministry official."
"No one can affect my family just because I marry a werewolf, the Ministry of Magic would be the first to disagree."
"Wow~" Anton exclaimed in amazement.
"And you will find," Miss Ilsa looked at Anton proudly, "that after I become your aunt, you will get on the right track, instead of being led astray into a dark wizard by a ghost, you are still young, you'll have the chance to become an outstanding and upright person."
Anton had a strange expression on his face, it was quite a sight.
"I didn't know Lupin finding a wife would affect me too, I must be seeing ghosts," he muttered, continuing to stare at the werewolf's arm.
The cost of brewing the 'Wizard's Eye' Potion was extremely high, he couldn't waste any more time.
Time passed quietly.
The sky above the cave gradually brightened.
The werewolf was also changing bit by bit, turning back into a human.
This was the most magical moment.
Anton stared intently at Lupin's arm, not daring to miss a single detail, hundreds of light and shadow recording spell images floated beside him, his brain working furiously.
In the field of vision of the 'Wizard's Eye', those thread-like lines suddenly collapsed rapidly, forming dark green, thread-like sunken cracks, which then quickly expanded, flipped, and swiftly twisted into the magic power curves of a normal wizard.
"I..."
Lupin looked at Ilsa with a complicated expression, "I heard everything."
Ilsa looked at him excitedly, "Lupin!"
Lupin exhaled forcefully, "When I turn into a werewolf, it's as if I become a ghost drifting beside the beast's instincts, only able to watch helplessly as the werewolf hurts people, and then face all the consequences of my actions after I regain control of my body."
"So, I heard it."
Ilsa gripped his hand tightly, her eyes full of pity, "Don't say any more."
Lupin looked at her deeply and smiled, a particularly brilliant smile, as if this perpetually gloomy man had suddenly found sunshine, "Being with a werewolf comes at a high price."
"I'm willing!" Ilsa smiled too.
She pulled Lupin up, smiling happily, she really wanted to throw herself into Lupin's arms for a long French kiss to express her excitement, but unfortunately, there was a third wheel next to them who kept staring at Lupin's arm, which made her feel a little embarrassed.
Lupin walked over and patted Anton's head in annoyance, "You little kid, calling me weak and pitiful, how dare you."
"Wait!"
Anton took a step back, still staring intently at his hand, finally closing his eyes deeply, as if contemplating something.
He raised the corner of his mouth, opened his eyes, and looked at the two mysteriously, "Interested in witnessing a miracle?"
Anton raised his right hand.
He waved his wand with his left hand, muttering an incantation.
Finally, he raised his eyebrows smugly.
And just like that, countless strands of wolf fur grew out of his hand.
Then, his arm began to rapidly expand and grow larger.
Bang!
The clothes on his arm were completely torn, from shoulder to palm, the huge werewolf arm was covered in wolf fur.
The two-meter-long werewolf arm looked extremely thick, Anton wiggled his fingers, the sharp wolf claws spread wide, and he made a 'peace' sign.
"Tsk," Anton looked at his hand in amazement, "Nice!"
Lupin and Ilsa's mouths dropped open in shock, both of them were stunned.