Vernon's eyes widened.

He stared at the word so intently that his body was shaking, and the driver next to him almost thought that he had not cleared the charcoal or that there was a problem with the oil pressure again.

Vernon is not a wizard, but he is no stranger to "werewolf" - as the most popular mythological creature, it is also an element of mysticism that has appeared on the big screen frequently in recent years. Following Dudley, he has learned a lot about it.

The first thought that came to his mind was "fortunate". Fortunately, he didn't have to ride in the same car with Dudley and Petunia. His wife and son were the most precious things in his life.

Immediately following.

He was in a panic, clasping the silver ring on his finger.

"That thing won't work." Harry held his hand down.

Fenon was stunned.

"I'll talk to you about it when we get home." Harry pushed him back to the passenger seat.

Twenty pounds was not enough for the fare.

Vernon paid more than a hundred pounds for the two cars together.

After returning home.

Vernon took them to sit in the living room, and just as his butt touched the sofa, he stood up impatiently and looked at Harry, then at Lupin who was sitting obediently, and Sirius who was playing and fighting with Dudley.

"Harry, you have to explain this to me." Vernon held his forehead with his hand, and said in a complicated tone, "What on earth is going on?"

"As you saw in the car just now," Harry continued quietly, "Uncle Remus is a werewolf. I'm afraid he'll have to stay here for the next month."

"Silver is useless against werewolves. Although silver powder and distilled water can heal wounds caused by werewolves' bites, they will only prevent scars and cannot prevent infection."

Vernon took a deep breath, said nothing, and just looked at Harry quietly.

Until now, he still didn't like his nephew very much, but he had to admit that he was indeed a mature boy and he could try to trust him - if he could come up with some reliable reasons.

Sirius and Dudley also came over.

Penny went to the kitchen to prepare a snack for them.

"Although people say that werewolves are a curse," Harry briefly introduced, mainly to Uncle Vernon and perhaps Sirius, "In fact, werewolves are more like a disease, a cursed disease."

Sirius nodded and agreed: "We have studied it before. What is lycanthosis?"

"Lycosis," Harry continued, "can be understood as an infectious disease, usually spread through blood or saliva."

Vernon took a deep breath.

Dudley held a biscuit in his hand, wondering whether to open his mouth and eat it.

"Don't worry. Under normal circumstances, werewolf blood and saliva are not contagious." Harry kindly comforted him. "It won't turn people into wolves. It just means they will develop some werewolf-like characteristics."

Vernon grasped the point: "Werewolf-like features?"

"For example, I like to eat rare steak." Harry nodded, "My temper becomes bad."

Vernon was startled and muttered, "It seems that it is not a big change. Many people in Great Britain are like this."

"But you said contagion, that disease, how is it transmitted?"

"I have to keep my family safe."

Harry was patient: "You can only become a werewolf if you are bitten by a werewolf who turned into a werewolf."

Some confusing words.

Fenon weighed the issue in his mind.

"But how to turn into a werewolf is not something you can control." Harry picked up a biscuit and continued, "But don't worry, uncle, there's no need to show that horrified expression."

"Uncle Remus only turns into a werewolf on days when the moon is full."

"At other times, I won't transform casually."

Fenon's heart, which had just risen, fell back in an instant: "Really, you don't usually turn into a werewolf?"

"Really, I guarantee it." Harry nodded and raised his hand to swear.

Sirius raised his hand as well.

"So you kept him here to cure his illness? Can this disease be cured?" Fenon muttered and picked up a biscuit.

Sirius looked at Harry in surprise.

Treat Remus?

How come I didn't know about this?

"For now, there is no way." Harry shook his head, "There is only one potion that can alleviate the pain of becoming a werewolf."

At this point, Harry paused, looked at Lupin, and changed his words: "Or, it should be said that increasing the pain of becoming a werewolf can keep the werewolf sane during the full moon."

“I can clearly realize what kind of horrible monster I have become.”

Lupin sighed and lowered his head.

This was the most painful thing in his life.

"Can you solve it?" asked Vernon.

Harry shook his head: "Not necessarily, but we have to try."

Fenon stopped talking. He grabbed his fat chin and after a while, he reluctantly agreed: "Okay, okay, you can let him stay."

"There are already two freaks like you in the family. One more or one less won't make any difference."

Sirius cheered for him, "Mr. Dursley, no, Mr. Vernon, you are awesome!"

Vernon sneered.

Lupin gave him a grateful look.

"But!" Vernon threw out that word, causing everyone except Harry to freeze slightly, "Take him out to me on the night of the full moon."

"We are a normal family. We can't let our neighbors see a werewolf in our house."

Lupin immediately said: "Don't worry, I will leave before the full moon."

Vernon snorted, "How are you going to arrange accommodation for Harry and Dudley if there is only one more Mr. Lupin?"

"Sirius can join me!" Dudley invited enthusiastically, "I have saved a lot of games that I want to play with him."

Sirius hesitated.

"I can sleep in the doghouse with Sirius," Harry said simply.

"No, Harry, you don't have to do this." Lupin shook his head, "I can sleep in the living room, or if you don't feel crowded, I can sleep with Sirius..."

"I've learned Animagus." Harry interrupted him, "Don't worry, I have my own doghouse ready."

He pulled out his wand and tapped it against his pocket.

With a whoosh, a golden and red doghouse flew out and landed on the ground nearby.

"You learned Animagus?" Sirius was surprised. "When did you learn it?"

"June 7?" Lupin hesitated, searching his memory and quickly finding a date. "I remember there was a thunderstorm in the Scottish Highlands that day."

Harry nodded: "That day."

"What does your Animagus look like?" Sirius asked expectantly. "James's is a stag. You should be similar to James?"

Harry said nothing, just smiled and waved his wand.

The body twisted and turned into a white wolf, lying on the ground.

Dudley and Vernon were not surprised; they had seen Sirius do this often during last summer vacation.

"It's a big dog!" Sirius was even more surprised. He jumped up excitedly and stepped on the sofa. "Hey, Harry, this is so cool! The Animagus of the godfather and godson are both dogs!"

"Mr. Black!" Penny raised her voice, "You haven't taken off your shoes yet!"

“You can’t step on the sofa with your shoes on!”

Sirius immediately threw his slippers off and cleaned up the sofa in one go.

Lupin's face was serious as he retorted, "No, it's obviously a wolf."

"It's a dog!" Sirius pinched his waist and said confidently, "Look at this fur, there is no white wolf, but a lot of white dogs, like Bichon Frise, Silver Fox..."

"Does Harry look like those two breeds of dog?" Lupin sneered.

Sirius was startled and grabbed his hair: "Large dogs, large dogs, there are also Samoyeds and Pyrenean Mountain Dogs, um..."

He was familiar with only these two types and couldn't name any more.

Lupin sneered: "I'm glad you can name two, but do the two you mentioned have any similarities with Harry?"

Sirius couldn't refute it, he gritted his teeth and said stubbornly: "Hey, Remus, Harry can't turn into a wolf, James is a stag, I am a black dog..."

"But I am." Lupin deadpanned.

Sirius pinched his waist: "You are a werewolf. Are werewolves and wolves similar in any way?"

"Werewolves are also wolves!" Lupin was more confident than him.

Sirius argued: "How can a werewolf be a wolf? A werewolf is a human. Does it mean he has wolf ears and is a wolf?"

Lupin said nothing, but waved his wand, chanted a spell, and produced more powerful evidence.

"Expecto Patronus."

He had never liked his Patronus, but now it looked particularly pleasing to the eye. A silver wolf emerged from the wand and landed next to Harry. In comparison, they looked almost identical.

Sirius was hit hard and was overwhelmed and fell down.

Fell heavily on the sofa.

After a while, he held Harry's paw and said aggrievedly, "Harry, what is your Animagus?"

Harry twisted and turned back into human form: "It's a wolf."

Sirius was distraught, muttering to himself: "How could it be a wolf, Harry, how could your Animagus be a wolf?"

Lupin pinched his waist and looked at his patronus, feeling an indescribable sense of joy in his heart.

Vernon and Dudley looked at each other oddly.

They still found it difficult to understand this group of wizards.

Penny was busy in the kitchen and soon prepared dinner, which was still the old British three: fish, chips and green beans.

The only difference was that the plate in front of Lupin was filled with a piece of raw fish that had hardly been processed.

Lupin held his knife and fork, hesitant to speak.

Harry waved his wand and cast food magic, and oil and flour flew out of the kitchen to make cooked food.

"Aunt, even though Uncle Remus is a werewolf, he usually eats cooked food." Harry said bluntly.

Penny was stunned: "Didn't you say you like to eat raw food?"

"That's a person who was bitten by a werewolf in human form." Harry emphasized, "Except for the full moon, Uncle Remus is just like a normal person. Just don't get bitten by him by accident."

Lupin's eyes widened. "Harry, I won't bite anyone casually. You have to tell Sirius."

Sirius, who was chewing fried fish, looked up innocently.

"You don't even need to get a rabies shot if you get bit by him." Harry said simply, "I have difficile with me, and I can cure it quickly."