Chapter 117 A Certain Day Prepared for You
Even as Christmas Day approached, Lupin and Ilsa were still busy, often not even having time to go home for meals.
The business of the information consulting firm was secondary; neither of them were the type to give up their lives for money.
Werewolf Home, the company Lupin started to support the werewolf community, was rapidly capturing nearly a third of the European market at a miraculous speed.
Perhaps it was the hardships the werewolves had endured that forged qualities of ruggedness, mystery, delicacy, and refinement. The furniture from Werewolf Home possessed an artistic flair not found in ordinary furniture on the market.
Perhaps this was heaven's compensation to the werewolves, allowing this group of people, who had come to love life under Lupin's influence, to live well.
But as the company's strength grew rapidly, it also affected the business of established European furniture companies.
They were fighting a battle.
"Stop expanding! We don't need too much money, nor do we need more influence. We just need enough to support the werewolves of our community. The current scale is already sufficient." Lupin appeared very cautious.
Ilsa strongly agreed with this view, "Blind expansion will only bring destruction. We need to let those business people know that we have no intention of affecting their survival, and also have them acknowledge our existence."
This was difficult. In business, you either advance or go bankrupt; no one can remain aloof.
All in all, the two of them devoted all their energy to the werewolf cause.
Ilsa followed by Lupin's side without any regrets, which moved Lupin deeply.
Werewolf Home also attracted the attention of the highest levels of the Muggle world and the Ministry of Magic. Ilsa brought in her parents, and Lupin found Dumbledore, and they withstood all the pressure for them.
During this time, Anton was mostly wandering around with Anna.
Diagon Alley, Knockturn Alley, Muggle shopping streets, preparing Christmas gifts for all their loved ones.
The Christmas gift he prepared for Anna was a packet of 'Pixie Water Orchid' seeds. This herbaceous flower was very rare; Anton had only read about it in a book in the Restricted Section. It was a harvest from his trip to the Forbidden Forest with Quirrell.
The blue leaves that condensed water droplets had golden specks on them, and 'pixies', magical creatures with simple emotions that couldn't leave the petals, would grow on the tender pink petals.
Its flower language is companionship, very suitable for the quiet Anna.
Anna's gift to Anton was the sphere of a Time-Turner.
It was the size of a fist, with many rings on it. By turning and adjusting them, one could enter the set time.
"June 15, 1991, you must remember this day." Anna rarely made a request of Anton.
Anton looked puzzled. This was a date before he started at Hogwarts, and he couldn't remember anything happening on that day.
"Nothing happened on this day. No one was home."
Anna smiled slightly, "I was in my room all day, having drunk a Forgetfulness Potion for that specific day early on. If you have anything on your mind, you can knock on my door on this day and talk to me. This won't interfere with any changes in time or history."
Anton was stunned, "There's no need for that, is there? I can just write to you, and we're together during the holidays."
Anna shook her head faintly, took a breath, placed her hands behind her back, and tilted her head up to welcome the sunlight pouring in from the floor-to-ceiling window.
The sunlight fell on her delicate skin, refracting a faint, hazy white light.
"Maybe one day, I'll completely turn into a viper, and you still haven't found a way to stop the fate of the blood malediction. Then you can find me on this day, hug me, and chat with me."
She grinned and turned to look at Anton, "In the past, I used to think that if my mother had also prepared such a day, maybe I could travel through time to find her on that day and tell her how much I miss her."
Anton pursed his lips and remained silent for a long time.
He could imagine this girl, who always held her back and neck elegantly straight, sitting quietly on a chair by her room's window.
Just patiently watching the moonlight spill into the room, watching the sun rise and light up the sky, watching the sun high in the sky, the dewdrops on the petals of the flowers in the vase slowly dissipating, and then watching the sun slowly set, disappearing into the gaps between the tall buildings of Grimmauld Place, until finally a half-moon rose.
Such a tedious day, just to comfort others after she lost herself, to give them a chance to talk with her again.
"I don't want to go back to the past to find you. I will cure you," Anton grumbled.
But no matter what, he still firmly committed this time to memory.
The problems of the Maledictuses were getting more and more complicated.
Nagini was troublesome enough, and Anna was even more so!
Yes, this quiet little girl had actually lived for fifty years in real time. No one knew what effect being frozen in magic for 38 years would have on Anna.
To fool time is to ultimately be fooled by time.
"I have enough pride in my identity (a transmigrator). I came to this world destined to change everything." Anton smiled brightly, his confident little face looking out at the city beyond the window, his eyes filled only with determination and unparalleled pride.
"I have encountered problems, and I will conquer all problems!"
Anna turned her head to look at his side profile, smiling very sweetly.
"Mhm."
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Anton prepared gifts for many people. For Dumbledore, it was a novel, "84, Charing Cross Road"; for Professor Snape, a pair of exquisite dragon-hide gloves for experiments; for Professor Voldemort, a beautiful magical ornament that could bring a sense of tranquility...
He also received gifts from many people. Aunt Molly gave him a sweater knitted with the initial 'A' of his name, Mr. Rosier sent a two-meter-tall gargoyle statue—this kind of animated puppet made with ancient techniques was of great research value, and Pedro sent a book in Gobbledegook, "Memory, Thought, and Soul"...
Family always knew what Anton needed.
For the rest of his vacation, Anton was almost always engrossed in this goblin book.
After facing Dumbledore and Voldemort, two masters of Legilimency, Anton became particularly interested in this subject.
Moreover, there was an extremely strange and interesting spell in the goblin book.
—"The Puppet Doll in the Witch's Arms"
Having roamed through Pedro's mind, Anton easily recognized that this spell was in the handwriting of the witch Vorkanova.
This was a type of mirror magic, creating a shell similar to one's own soul, as if placing a puppet doll in the soul's hands.
Its effect was similar to casting a Confundus Charm on one's own soul. Many spells targeting the soul would become ineffective, especially against the Imperius Curse.
He was all too familiar with this theory.
In his previous life, he was a programmer. To prevent potential computer viruses on his portable hard drive, he always opened it in a virtual machine.
A closed shell system that looked very much like a real system.
After being infected by a computer virus, he would just format the virtual machine, and everything would be solved.
Putting a virtual fake soul over his own soul?
This trick seemed very useful against Voldemort