Partings are always sad.
With the success of the experimental phase, Lupin's life became much easier, he was even in the mood to open a bottle of red wine with Ilsa to enjoy the moon when it was full and high in the sky.
Of course, the happiest of all was Anna.
When Nagini shed her viper state and returned to her human form, the beautiful and happy life of 'two years ago' was clearly no longer out of reach. For this, she was so happy that she kissed Anton's cheek in public.
The old wizard had left early, heading to Hogwarts with that noisy band.
The goblin Pedro also left, he planned to travel with his weary body, the one-two punch from Rosier and Anton was too devastating for his fragile soul.
And the thought of returning to this place to research (be researched) together after Anton's school holiday made his skin crawl.
But there was no other way, Nagini was his daughter, Anna was his granddaughter, his mindset had long grown weary, and the continuation of life had become his hope.
Anna's family was also leaving soon, she shyly told Anton that they should keep in touch by writing letters after school started.
Andre Rosier generously left Anton a full ten large bottles of potions and a small mountain of Galleons as funding for his research.
Yes, a small mountain of Galleons.
The obscenely wealthy kind, which finally filled up Anton's small vault at Gringotts.
The Rosier family was indeed ancient and rich in heritage, Andre specifically took Anton to his family's vault and found a stone tablet from a shelf filled with countless magical items.
The stone tablet was called the 'Book of Bloodlines'.
Placing his palm on it, Anton finally confirmed that this body of his belonged to the Weasley family.
A tree-like pattern, following a series of names, clearly confirmed that his so-called father was Arthur Weasley's brother.
His mother was the last descendant of a certain fallen pure-blood family from Germany, clearly marked as (deceased) in the Book of Bloodlines.
For this, Rosier let out a sigh.
"People have to look forward, don't they?" Anton shrugged nonchalantly.
"!!!" Rosier's expression was strange, "Why are you the one comforting me?"
Finally, that evening, Miss Ilsa cooked a sumptuous dinner to celebrate Anton going to school, but watching the secretly delighted looks on Miss Ilsa and Mr. Lupin's faces, Anton found it hard not to suspect that the two were happy to finally have the world to themselves.
But in any case, school was starting.
Carrying a brand-new suitcase filled with all sorts of high-end brand clothes bought by Mr. Lupin, the werewolf had finally become completely Muggle-ized, the couple unanimously agreed that Muggle clothes were much more exquisite than wizarding ones.
Of course, necessary wizarding items like robes, wands, and books still had to be purchased in Diagon Alley.
Anton didn't wake the two who were still sleeping in, cuddled together, and walked alone with his suitcase towards King's Cross Station.
Their home, '11 Grimmauld Place', was only a twenty-minute walk from the station.
He walked at a leisurely pace, stopping by a restaurant for breakfast along the way.
"Oh my god, Ron?"
A shout exploded beside him.
A tall, red-haired boy ran up to him.
"An elegant and handsome Ron?"
Another tall, red-haired boy also ran up.
These two looked almost identical.
Their expressions were equally strange.
"Are you calling me?" Another small boy came from behind the twins, then his eyes widened as he looked at Anton, and he looked back at his two older brothers in disbelief.
Unlike Ron, whose hair was messy as if chewed by a dog, this person in front of them, though also having the same red hair, had it combed back in a neat, slicked-back style. He wore what looked like expensive casual trousers and a loose shirt, with a watch that looked very magical on his wrist.
He held a suitcase in one hand and a paper coffee cup in the other.
Anton smiled slightly, "Hello."
"Mum, come and look!" one of the twins shouted loudly, "Arthur did something to wrong you, this is terrible, he actually has an illegitimate son!"
Smack!
Arthur slapped him on the back of the head, "Shut up, Fred!"
"Oh, I'm George, Dad, you got it wrong."
"I'm George."
"Both of you, shut up." Molly pushed the twins aside, squatted down to be at eye level with Anton, "Child, what's your name?"
Anton looked at this big family with great interest, whether in the original books, fanfiction, or movies, it was hard not to feel a sense of warmth towards this family.
"Antony Weasley, you can just call me Anton."
"Weasley!" Molly could hardly believe her ears, her eyes widening as she looked at her husband.
Arthur's mouth twitched, and he also came over and squatted down, "You must be my brother's child, that bastard just let you go to school all by yourself, he didn't see you off?"
"No, my father is dead, I live with my uncle and aunt now."
"Dead?!" Arthur's face was filled with reminiscence and sadness, "That bastard just died like that? He didn't even contact me, just died like that?"
Molly could only pat his shoulder gently.
But in any case, a family reunion was still something to be happy about.
Because of Anton's easy-going nature, the group quickly hit it off. Ginny hid behind her mother, curiously looking at Anton, the twins clearly liked this cousin, and the three of them were soon chatting away.
Only Ron looked at the enthusiastic family with a strange expression.
For a moment, he felt that this Anton was Arthur's son and the twins' younger brother, and he was the one who was superfluous.
"You actually live at 11 Grimmauld Place! I can't believe it, I didn't even know." Arthur said with emotion, "If I had known you were alone, I would have brought you home."
Molly nodded in agreement, lovingly ruffling Anton's little head, "You must come and stay with us after the holidays at Hogwarts."
Anton grinned, his smile bright and brilliant, "I have a home now too, my uncle and aunt are very good to me, and the other family members are also very good to me."
Arthur looked unconvinced, "What good friends could my terrible, sloppy brother have, you should be with your relatives, Antony."
Just then, a royal blue painted BMW slowly drove over from a distance.
The exquisite trim of artificial crushed diamonds sparkled with a dazzling and smooth light in the sun.
"Oh, Merlin's beard." Arthur stared at the car nonstop.
"I love Muggle cars the most, look, it's a work of art."
"It would be even better if I could touch it!"
Just then, the BMW stopped beside him, Arthur couldn't help but feel a surge of joy, and quietly reached out a hand to touch it.
Molly slapped him hard, "Arthur, you can't act like this in front of the children."
Click.
The car door opened, and a figure hurriedly got out from the passenger seat, picking up a bag.
"Damn it, Anton, why did you go to school by yourself, Ilsa scolded me for it, young wizards need to be escorted to school by their guardians. I bought you chicken nuggets..."