Fifteen Galleons.

This was the price the two men agreed upon after a heated argument.

The Aurors were responsible for protecting Harry to King's Cross Station, and Scrimgeour had to pay Harry.

September 1st.

Under the nervous escort of the Aurors, we first went through the fireplace to the Leaky Cauldron, and then drove straight to King's Cross Station. They even kindly sent us to the station.

A short woman with a stiff face, exaggerated curls, and beetle-like glasses held a camera and kept taking pictures of Harry.

The camera couldn't wait to put it on Harry's face.

Harry was not able to get away until the train was about to leave.

The short woman sighed in disappointment; she had only shot two rolls of film.

It’s hard enough to put together a photo album.

"They are really exaggerating." Hermione couldn't help but complain when she saw Harry finally get away. She and Ron had been waiting for him at the door.

"It's hard to make money." Harry sighed.

"Money, what money?" Ron has always been very sensitive about this kind of topic.

Harry looked at the Aurors who were slowly retreating outside and answered him, "Fifteen gold Galleons for cooperating with the Aurors in this show."

Ron swallowed his saliva, very tempted: "I can earn fifteen Galleons that way?"

"That's Harry!" Hermione waved her wand angrily and lifted up their luggage. "If it were you, they wouldn't do that even if you paid them 15 Galleons."

Ron muttered, "That's not necessarily true. Ministry officials are short of money."

Hermione was stunned, looked at Ron, and thinking of his family background, she nodded in agreement.

The train moved slowly.

They walked deeper into the train and got on too late, so the carriages were packed with students. It was not until the end of the train that they found a carriage with only one person in it.

Inside was an adult wizard, sleeping soundly against the windowsill.

They tiptoed in.

After he sat down, he could get a better look at the man's attire. His robe was clean but old, and had patches on it - this was almost unbelievable for a wizard.

Even if you can't afford a new robe, you can use magic to repair it.

He had a handsome appearance, but his complexion was pale and weak, and his body was thin, making him look sickly.

"Isn't this a student train?" Ron lowered his voice. "Who is he?"

"Professor R.J. Lupin," Hermione replied.

Ron was stunned and a little surprised: "How did you know?" Even if Harry answered this question, he would not be so surprised.

Hermione said nothing, but raised her hand and pointed at the luggage rack.

Ron looked over and saw that next to their luggage was a suitcase as worn out as Professor Lupin's, with its corners showing signs of wear and tear.

The signature of "R.J. Lupin" is printed on a corner of the box.

Ron looked at him again and sized him up. "Our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor? He's quite good-looking. Could he be another Lockhart?"

"No." Harry shook his head and looked at Lupin with deep eyes. "He might be a qualified professor."

Lupin, who was "sleeping", moved his ears.

"But he looks so frail," muttered Ron. "It feels like the troll could crush him with one blow..."

Hermione glared.

Ron sighed, "Well, well, I hope he can do it. We haven't had a proper Defense Against the Dark Arts class in two years, and no one in the whole year got an 'O' except Harry."

Hermione gritted her teeth, somewhat unwillingly. She turned her head and looked at Harry who was still staring at Lupin: "Harry, do you know this professor?"

"I've heard of him, but I've never met him." Harry replied softly.

Lupin's ears twitched again.

Hermione frowned and tried to recall: "Is Professor Lupin famous? I don't think I've seen him in the book."

"He's my father's friend." Harry waved his hand.

Lupin's breathing became rapid.

"Is that so?" Hermione nodded. "Then he should be a very good wizard."

Harry nodded: "My grandfather mentioned a lot of things about him. He has self-esteem, is very outstanding, and works very hard."

Lupin's breath suddenly stopped, but his heart beat even faster.

"Then we finally have a reliable professor this year. I really hope..." Ron collapsed back, looking at Lupin who was so close to him, and breathed a sigh of relief.

But he hadn't finished talking yet.

Harry took out his wand, put his right hand on the hilt of the sword behind him, stood up with his eyes narrowed, and his gaze finally fell on Lupin.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Hermione hugged Crookshanks, a little scared.

Harry pulled the amulet from his chest; it hummed slightly.

"What is this?" Hermione wondered.

Ron explained: "This is a gift Bill gave to Harry. It can detect the malicious intentions of its owner."

Lupin had to open his eyes. He waved his hands and said gently, "Relax, Harry. I mean no harm to you."

The amulet gradually became quiet.

Hermione pointed Crookshanks at Lupin, but the half-breed cat-none was snoring and didn't respond.

Harry slowly sat back down, leaned over, and pulled Crookshanks over to him, "Sorry to disturb your sleep."

Lupin shook his head: "It's okay, I've rested enough."

Ron frowned and looked at the amulet: "Could it be that this thing is broken?"

"Shall I ask Bill to change one for you?"

Harry tried hard to recall everything that happened in the carriage just now: "No, the amulet should be fine."

When he saw Malfoy at the train station, the amulet was vibrating.

Can see other people, the amulet is peaceful.

The person who had ill intentions towards him should not be Lupin. He woke up early in the morning, just when his group entered the carriage.

If he had any ill intentions, it would have come out long ago.

Is it because...

Is he afraid that his identity as a werewolf will be discovered?

"Harry, I... I didn't expect you to know about me." Lupin lowered his head and stammered, "I'm sorry, I haven't visited you in all these years..."

"No need to apologize, Professor Lupin." Harry shook his head and tried, "Grandpa told me everything about you. I understand."

Lupin was stunned, his heart in his throat: "Everything?"

Harry nodded. "Everything."

Lupin smiled bitterly: "This is really..."

The amulet was quiet and motionless.

"Compared to Tom and Lockhart, you're already very good." Harry comforted him, "After all, Professor Dumbledore knew it from the beginning."

"Tom?" Lupin was a little confused. "But I remember your first-year professor was not Quirrell..."

"Tom is Voldemort," Harry explained. "Quirrel was possessed by Voldemort."

“It was about the same last year.”

"Tom has brought Hogwarts to a state of chaos."

Lupin tilted his head back; he had never heard Dumbledore mention these things.

Compared to the raging demon, I'm really not that much of a problem.