Chapter 395 No! You Came Just In Time!
"I saw that you were not used to using a quill, so...this is for you."
The small gift box contains an exquisite Montblanc pen.
It looks expensive.
Obviously, Hermione had saved up her pocket money for a long time and was able to get it through the group purchase.
"Thank you for the gift, Hermione...I love it!"
Blake was stroking the pen happily.
"Well...as long as you like it."
"My owl is sick, so...I have to send it directly to you."
"I didn't forget your birthday..."
Hermione looked at Blake and touched the corners of her clothes with both hands.
"Then...it's okay - I'll leave first."
Hermione said and wanted to leave.
"-T....."
"Is there anything else you can do?"
...It's okay, can't you stay a little longer before leaving?"
Blake looked at Hermione expectantly.
Hermione glanced at Cassandra, who didn't look particularly good.
A look of struggle flashed across his face.
"Forget it, it seems I came at the wrong time. Shouldn't I leave.
"No! You came just in time!"
Blake gently took her hand.
Hermione pulled several times but still couldn't break free.
Alas...you are really an enemy..."
Chaos Wish.
Agatha handed the bloody card to the house elf working at the front desk.
The house elf raised his eyes and looked at the card that Agatha had just handed over.
"Well...you are from the fourth natural disaster.'
As he murmured, he picked up the quill and drew a cross on the parchment.
"Congratulations, you passed our test."
"Of course, even if it is a test commission, we will not let you go through it in vain.
"Here are fifty thousand gold galleons. This is your reward for this commission."
“I hope I can make up for the losses this test has caused you.
He asked again seemingly casually.
"By the way, how many casualties did you have this time?"
“We can add some additional compensation at our discretion.”
Agatha's eyes flashed.
"No need, we didn't suffer any harm."
"Oh...that's it. Well, I will report your situation to my master."
The elf drew another stroke on the parchment.
"Please go back and wait for the news. Of course, starting from today, the rewards for all the commissions your organization receives will be increased by 10%."
"Just deduct it from the commission from Chaos Wish. This is our sincerity."
After Agatha walked out of the Chaos Wish, she turned her head and took a long look at the door of the Chaos Plain.
House elves who can call themselves "I" instead of calling themselves by their names are ruthless characters.
For example, Dobby never talks about me, but talks about Dobby...
Obviously, the elf in charge of window registration is not someone to be trifled with.
Moreover, Agatha can clearly see a little bit.
The house elf had made a cross on the parchment.
The names of many organizations are recorded in two rows.
And the organization name he crossed out was clearly the one alongside the fourth natural disaster.
That is to say......
He ambush them in that fake ancient ruins that day.
Not a Chaos Wish person.
But another organization that also accepted the test commission!
And that organization was killed by the fourth natural disaster, so its name was also crossed out...
However, besides their group, there are many other groups.
In other words, the test is not completely completed yet?
Agatha returned to the mountaintop base with some questions and reported to Lao Leip.
And Old Rep also directly informed Blake of the news with an owl...
Soon, Blake's reply came.
The meaning is also very simple, that is, business as usual.
Those who accept the commission will accept the commission as usual.
Lazy in the sun and sunbathe as usual.
As for Chaos...
When you want to see clearly what something is.
The best way is to let it move on its own...
Last two weeks of vacation.
Blake also spent his time slowly in peace and warmth.
Although Hermione and Cassandra still had some trouble dealing with it.
But at least it's not as tense as before.
In the meantime, of course Blake, the main lubricant, is indispensable.
Just like that, No. 1 arrived quietly.
Blake arrived at King's Cross Station very early.
As he looked at the familiar Hogwarts Express.
I increasingly feel that there are contradictions in the British Muggle Protection Act and the Office for Prohibiting the Misuse of Muggle Items.
On the one hand, they are so strict that they don't even allow flying carpets.
But on the other hand, they allowed brooms and trains to be modified...
Aren’t brooms and carpets both Muggle creations?
Just because a broomstick is required for Quidditch, does it become legal?
And this train...
Well, it's just some subtle double standards.
Even Arthur Weasley, who wrote the "Muggle Protection Act", is quietly tinkering with Muggle cars at home.
What else is there to say?
Blake was sighing.
There are more and more people in the station.
Suddenly, he saw a thin, middle-aged man with a pale face in the crowd.
He was carrying a shabby suitcase and walking through the crowd with his head lowered, as if he was afraid of attracting others' attention.
Blake found himself immersed in walking straight onto the Hogwarts Express.
Not the words of the students’ parents and flight attendants.
For such a middle-aged man to enter the Hogwarts Express like this, he could only be picked up by the school's teachers.
However, professors generally don't take the Hogwarts Express.
Except for one person...
Blake touched his chin and followed with interest.
Remus John Lupin walked into the car with his head lowered.
Soon I found an empty carriage and sat down.
The inferiority complex in his bones made him somewhat resistant to being noticed.
So, when he walked into the empty box and closed the door without attracting anyone's attention.
It was a breath of relief.
He put the old suitcase on the table in the carriage with some difficulty.
Then he leaned weakly on the back of the chair.
He had just undergone a werewolf transformation.
Now, he still feels a little weak...
To be honest, when I received Dumbledore's letter.
He thought he was dreaming.
Dumbledore would actually invite him...a werewolf whom everyone disliked to be a professor!
You know, he suffered discrimination just because of his identity as a werewolf.
So hard to find a job and live a miserable life.
How could he refuse such a good job when he was in such a desperate situation?
Of course, your werewolf identity must never be exposed!
Otherwise...my professorship will come to an end.
Even Dumbledore would be affected.
No one would want their children to attend class in front of a werewolf...
But the good thing is...
As long as it is not the day of transformation, as a werewolf, except that his face is paler and weaker, he is no different from ordinary people.
However, considering that Snape is now the Potions Professor at Hogwarts...
A wry smile appeared on Lupine's lips.
This is really... Enemies are on a narrow road...
Both sides were at fault for what happened back then.
It’s nothing more than you bullying me and me bullying you
However, both of them went too far at the time...
Thinking of what Dumbledore said in the letter, he would ask Snape to brew wolfsbane potion for him.
Lupine was a little worried that Snape would put poison in the potion for him...
"In short... I just have to be careful... Never let anyone know my identity..."
Lupine muttered to himself.
He looked at the growing number of students outside the window for a while.
Some past events from that year came to mind again.
Having just undergone transformation, Lupine is still very weak.
He just sat for a while and felt a little sleepy, so he planned to lie down and sleep for a while.
So he took out a worn but clean coat from his suitcase.
Prepare to cover yourself when you sleep.
Suddenly, the carriage door was knocked.
"Excuse me, is there anyone else sitting here?"
Lupine looked at the carriage door in surprise.
I saw a young man with light blond hair, wearing the school uniform of Hufflepuff Academy.
He was leaning against the carriage door and looking at himself quietly.
"Oh... Of course... I mean, no one is sitting here, you can do whatever you want."
Lupine did not refuse the boy to sit in.
After all, it would be too overbearing for him to occupy a carriage by himself.
And, this is a Hufflepuff little wizard.
He still has a good impression of Hufflepuff's little wizard.
"Thank you so much."
Blake thanked him and walked in directly.
He sat directly opposite Lupin.
Then pretend to look out the window.
But out of the corner of his eye, he was secretly looking at Lupin in front of him.
He had never seen a werewolf with his own eyes.
Werewolves in the wizarding world, just like AIDS patients in the Muggle world, are deeply discriminated against.
In fact, the werewolves in the wizarding world are much better.
Because they are in human form, the werewolf virus is not highly contagious.
Only when they transform into werewolves, their saliva and blood are extremely contagious.
Therefore, werewolves in a normal human state are actually not that scary.
Lupine didn't notice Blake's furtive glance at him.
However, his physical weakness made him feel increasingly sleepy.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to take a nap." Lupine said politely.
0Please ask for flowers......
"Oh...of course I don't mind." Blake smiled
"Thank you." Lupine covered himself with clothes and prepared to lie down on the table.
Hufflepuff’s little wizard is so polite⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯
However, just when he thought so.
Blake suddenly spoke.
"You look very bad, doctor...
Lupine had no choice but to gather his energy again and replied: "Well...I have been...sick recently, so I am a little weak."
"Ah..........If it looks like this, are you cured now?"
"It just happened not long ago, so...I feel a little tired now. If I can...I want to lie down for a while."
Lupine felt that although this little wizard was very polite, he was a bit talkative...
He just wants to end the topic quickly and rest directly.
However, Blake obviously didn't intend to let him go so easily.
“When you recover from a serious illness, you will indeed become much weaker, so you need to prepare some nutritional supplements.
"Didn't St. Mungo's prescribe nutritional supplements for you?" Blake asked with concern.
Lupine smiled bitterly and shook his head.
He is a werewolf, and he changes shape secretly in one place. Where can he go to St. Mungo's?
Moreover, of course he knew that nutritional supplements were effective in his recovery after deformation.
However, he can't afford nutritional supplements or anything like that...
The down-and-out werewolf doesn't have that much money...
"The therapist in charge must have forgotten."
"It's okay, I just have some here." Blake took it out of his pocket.
He quickly took out two bottles of nutritional supplements glowing green.
This is still Snape's original inventory...
But he was mercilessly plundered.
Because of this, Snape was so angry that he drank several bottles of joy potion before he could calm down.
Blake pushed two bottles of nutritional supplements in front of Lupin.
Lupine looked at the potion supplement in front of him in surprise.
These two bottles of magic potion supplements seem to be of high quality!
The prices are quite high!
Let alone give him two bottles of nutritional magic supplements of this quality.
Even if he takes a sip, he can quickly recover from his current weak state!
"No...I can't accept it." Lupine pushed the supplement back seriously. "This is so precious!"
The price of a bottle of this supplement is at least around fifty gold galleons...
This is still relatively cheap.
This is how potions make money.
Otherwise, how could the Potions Master be so rich?
These two bottles add up to one hundred gold galleons!
How could he accept such an expensive gift from a student?
Besides, he is just weak and can recover in two days.
Why waste such precious supplements?
"Is it very precious? I still have many more!" Blake said, grabbing five or six more bottles from his hip bag...
Lupine saw him preparing to pour the small bag down.
He quickly stopped him.
"Child, these potions are very precious. You should put them away and not waste them." Lupin advised earnestly.
Blake said with a serious expression: "Magic potions...are valuable only when they are used by those who need them."
"I think these potions should be stored and put on the shelf instead of being used when they can be used. This is the biggest waste!"
Snape: Why don't you give me your ID card?
After listening to Blake's words, Lupine suddenly felt that what he said actually made sense...
While Lupin was dazed, Blake picked up a bottle of potion and stuffed it into Lupin's hand.
"Now, you are a person who has just recovered from a serious illness, and you just need this magic medicine."
"You should drink it."
"Otherwise, where will you find the energy to teach us Defense Against the Dark Arts after school starts? Professor Remus John Lupin?"
Lupine looked at him in shock.
"How do you know that my name is Remus John Lupin, or that I am a professor?"
Blake pointed to Lupin's suitcase.
"Your name is on it, Professor..."
"And, as we all know, in the new school year, we will have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
"It's actually not that hard to guess..."
Lupine rubbed the potion bottle in his hand.
"You're a smart kid. What's your name?"
"I'm a Hufflepuff student about to enter third grade, you can call me Blake.
When Lupine heard the word Blake, his hands tightened suddenly.
Because he thought of another Blake
A traitor who he could never understand why he betrayed...
"Child, what's your last name?" Lupine asked softly.
"My actual surname is Dumbledore, Professor..."
"What?! Dumbledore?! Is... Professor Dumbledore's Dumbledore?"
"Yes...Actually Professor Dumbledore is my father."
Lupin:!!!
"Ding! An unusually shocking emotion has been detected!"
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for getting the golden treasure chest!".
