"Can you tell me why you are here?"

A short wizard sat stiffly in a chair. "I came here because of Wolfman's suggestion. He said that you are a very wise man, running the world's largest multinational company, and the person that gentleman trusts the most; not only that, you are, or..."

He secretly looked at the man opposite with his eyes.

"Or your kind." Lupin added. "Yes, yes." The man said. Lupin looked at the wizard kindly. It was their first meeting, but he felt familiar, perhaps because the other party wrapped himself in a tattered and patched robe, cloak and scarf, with a sick face, mixed with white hair, and eyes full of anxiety. This is so similar to him back then.

"Mr. Lupin," the man was encouraged by Lupin's gentle eyes and spoke much more smoothly, "I have been living alone in the wild for more than ten years. I recently heard about the outside world from a team of explorers. It's incredible, just like a dream. Marginal people like us..." He opened his mouth.

Lupin stopped him, nodded in agreement and said:

"I've seen many examples similar to yours. They came in with sad faces, probably the most helpless expressions ever, and they were at a loss about how to deal with the changes in the world. But after communicating, they left contentedly and started a new life. As far as I know, they are living well now."

"That's right!" the man said eagerly, his eyes revealing hope. "Wolfman said so too! He said you have a way to transform werewolves."

Lupin smiled.

"I don't remember having any secret recipes that I have to keep secret. I did separate some practical techniques from the werewolf transformation magic, and almost everyone in the werewolf group has a copy, so that they can help each other learn. I also founded the Werewolf Rights Association. As long as you abide by the above rules, you can get a wolfsbane potion every month for a very small amount of money. By the way, the association is currently training its own pharmacists, and we have mastered the methods of making four of the seven wolfsbane potions. These benefits are open to everyone, and you don't need to see me to get them."

The man looked at Lupin in confusion. He seemed confused. He couldn't help but lean forward slightly and said tentatively: "But I think you must have something special, right? Otherwise, why do all werewolves respect you? Well, the above alone is completely worthy of respect, but these two kinds of "respect" are completely different. I can feel it."

"Oh," Lupin smiled softly, "I'm honored by your trust. I do have some stories and a few suggestions that may help you integrate better into the outside world, but in the final analysis, there's nothing special. On the contrary... I'm happy to hear your story."

When Tonks came in from outside, she saw Lupin and the wizard coming out of the study. As had happened countless times before, the strange visitor walked lightly, as if he had unloaded a heavy burden.

Lupin handed the man a business card.

"You can contact Miss Temple, she will properly place you, her ability to work is beyond doubt."

"Thank you, Mr. Lupin, thank you so much." The wizard said gratefully, he looked at Tonks who was walking over, "You must be Mrs. Lupin, right? Even an ignorant person like me has heard of your love story, which is really enviable. Mrs. Lupin looks like a kind-hearted person..."

"I have discovered it," Tonks raised her eyebrows after the wizard left, and said, "The comments I got from your friends all have the word 'kind-hearted', as if I am with you because of this!"

"I know. It's because of love." Lupin said seriously, "But in the eyes of other werewolves, love is a luxury, not to mention having such a beautiful and intelligent witch as a wife."

Tonks hummed happily.

Lupin opened his arms and hugged her like he did at the wedding eleven years ago, without any change. He was satisfied with everything now - a smart and considerate wife, a healthy and lively son (without any wolfish features, inherited his mother's Metamorphmagus), a godson (Harry's youngest son Albus), a bunch of relatives and friends, a good career and social status, nothing to complain about.

He was extremely glad that he accepted Dumbledore's invitation.

Because since then, he has been "getting". His heart was extremely fulfilled, so he had the energy to do some things for his kind in these years - including the Werewolf Rights Association and the simplified werewolf transformation magic, as well as the study conversations almost once a week.

Over the years, every year, werewolves have mustered up the courage to come out of the mountains, jungles, and wilderness, observing the unfamiliar environment in front of them with timidity and vigilance. As perhaps the most famous werewolf in the world, Lupin has helped and comforted countless people.

The warm moment did not last long, and a ten-year-old boy rushed in, banging on the stairs. Lupin and Tonks looked at each other and looked at their children.

"Dad, Mom, Sirius asked me to ask you when you'll be there!" Teddy Lupin shouted.

"Right away," Tonks said with a straight face, "if you're not making trouble."

"But if I don't say anything, you'll definitely be hugging each other!" Teddy shouted.

Tonks pouted and looked the little boy up and down.

"What's wrong with your hair?"

Teddy's hair was a dazzling fiery red, different from the ginger color at breakfast. But he inherited his mother's ability to change his appearance at will, which naturally included adjusting his hair color, so his mother's words were tantamount to finding fault. He shook his head proudly, "I met a little red-haired girl, silly, and I told her that I was a relative of the Weasley family!"

Tonks and Lupin looked at each other.

"What's the name of that little girl?"

"Could it be little Rosalie?"

"How could it be?" Teddy looked incredible, "Sirius brings her to our house at least half a month a month, and the other half of the month we meet at Harry's godfather's house-"

"Is it Victoire?" Lupin asked.

Teddy thought hard for a while, then slowly said, "It seems to be called this name."

"Oh my God," Tonks said, "That's Bill and Fleur's child. You played together when you were young."

Ten minutes later, when Lupin came out of the living room, he saw Tonks and Teddy, mother and son, staring at each other in the living room, their hair colors changing like a revolving lantern. This was Tonks's specialty, but Teddy was not to be outdone. This was the first skill he learned after he was born, even earlier than he could shout out his first word.

Lupin leaned against the windowsill, enjoying the scene with great satisfaction. After another ten minutes, Teddy was defeated, and his hair was unwillingly fixed in black. In contrast, Tonks seemed triumphant.

"Let's go," she said happily.

The sun was shining outside, and the hotel was crowded with tourists. They came to the banquet hall on the third floor. At the entrance, before entering the door, they heard a deafening music. Lupin was a little stunned, and a bad premonition came into his mind. The next second, this premonition came true.

Sirius was singing happily on the stage, holding a guitar in his hand, dressed like a hippie; behind him was Bill, his fingers brushing across the keyboard like flowing water, his ponytail swaying from side to side, and the small fan earrings on his ears appearing and disappearing from time to time; Rolf's drum set was obviously not keeping up with the rhythm, as if he was forced to do it. Lupin wondered if he had come earlier, would he be sitting in that position, but it was more likely that he would be like Neville, who was holding a saxophone and looking around, and seemed to have bought a standing ticket on the stage.

Lupin suddenly had the urge to close his eyes.

It was Sirius's "Hairy Kid Band". Even more unfortunately, he realized that he was also a member of the band (forced). Even the name of the band was given by Sirius to tease his new nickname "Hairy Kid King".

The audience in the audience had different expressions. The performers' families all looked like they wanted to laugh but couldn't. Perhaps only Luna really liked it. She held a little bird with rainbow feathers in each arm and tapped her head to the rhythm in ecstasy. The Weasley family sat together, their expressions focused. Ginny desperately pulled a boy, James, to try to stop his growing desire to perform. Mrs. Weasley and Fleur both stared at Bill's ponytail swinging back and forth, but Lupin dared to say that their thoughts were completely different - it was written on their faces! Severus sat in the corner with his mouth slightly open; next to him, the pot-bellied Slughorn was chatting with Draco and Astoria with a smile; the students taught by Sirius at the next table whistled enthusiastically.

"To be fair, it's not bad." Mad-Eye Moody asked in a muffled voice near the door: "What are they singing?"

"A great victory." Lupin said subconsciously.

"Yes, that's it." Moody laughed and hummed along with the melody. With his hoarse voice as a contrast, Lupin could also hear the beauty of Sirius's singing.

When Harry, the organizer of the party, showed up, he saw everyone singing together. Sirius and Bill's stage style was even more rough, which made him a little confused. Did his godfather really have a talent for singing? Didn't Amelia say that only Kreacher praised him? Harry

understood that as "unprincipled flattery", just like if he asked Dobby, Dobby would definitely think his singing was wonderful.

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