Chapter 110 Lupin's Current Situation

"Magic? Hmm... Do you want to say it's a little unique? Because I heard her say that she hasn't made any friends yet." Kaison asked, sitting directly on the ground.

"You can say that, but this is the personality of every little wizard. Not everyone is likeable and likes to make friends. There are also many people who like to be alone. There are especially people like Ravenclaw. Books and knowledge are Their best friend."

Professor Flitwick explained.

"That's it...as long as everything is fine."

"Don't worry, Luna is much stronger than she looks."

"uh-huh."

Kaisen said as he also put on gloves, picked up a piece of mutton and started eating.

At the same time, Hagrid walked over at some point carrying two wine barrels.

"You know what I'm going to do, right?" Hagrid said, showing his big teeth.

"certainly."

Kaysen summoned two wine glasses from the office area.

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the next day...

"Forehead............"

"If I drink any more I'll be a dog."

Kaisen climbed out of bed, clutching his hungover head, and poured a sip of milk into his mouth with difficulty before he felt better.

When he came downstairs to the office, he looked at the gifts piled in the corner and reached the ceiling. He rubbed his hands with excitement and opened them without any fuss.

Professor McGonagall's dark red wizard hat, it looks good, wear it.

Professor Flitwick left behind a silver harpy.

Professor Sprout gave him a pie that he couldn't finish eating... I don't know what kind of magic it was, but Kayson had never seen it before.

Lockhart... what this guy sent was really a self-portrait... but fortunately it wasn't a magical self-portrait, otherwise he might really be unable to bear it and plant Lockhart in a flower pot.

But now he will be much gentler, like with his head pointing upwards.

But what made him most satisfied was the huge red stone lamp screen built by the little wizards on the Black Lake.

It had been shrunk by him and placed on his desk.

Well, satisfied, indescribably satisfied.

After unpacking all the gifts and showing them their appropriate locations, the painstaking project of rebuilding the floor-to-ceiling windows began.

Last night, I accidentally destroyed the entire glass window.

How cool it was to knock on the glass back then, but how embarrassing it is to rebuild the glass windows now.

After spending most of the day rebuilding the floor-to-ceiling windows, Kaysen finally took out the magic manual again.

Laying the Magic Manual flat on the desk, the map about Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets that had been copied from the Room of Requirement floated on top of the book like a holographic projection.

You can flick it around with your fingers until all the disrupted points, lines and surfaces are straightened out.

The only difficulty is that this map is 3D, and it is much more difficult to rearrange it than in 2D.

"That damn Voldemort brat, you'd better pray that you die quickly, otherwise you will suffer the same fate!" Kayson gritted his teeth and put together the picture, not even noticing that Dumbledore walked in front of his desk. .

"Ahem." Dumbledore coughed twice.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Kaison raised his head and asked.

"No, how did you get in?"

"The office door is unlocked."

"Okay, what's the matter?" Kaysen asked.

"Remus is in a little trouble," Dumbledore said.

"Well, you say."

"There is a werewolf careerist in England named Fenrir Greyback. He bit Remus when he was a child."

"He is an ambitious man, and in a sense a poor leader. He relies on violence and terrifying intimidation to rule a large group of werewolves who are not as powerful as him. However, because of your enchanted book therapy, a large number of werewolves have become Get rid of the werewolf identity."

"Werewolf is no longer an incurable terminal disease. In the past, he only needed to show his claws, and the wizards would choose to calm down. But now one galleon can cure wolfsbane, so he lost what he was best at, showing off The minions can make the wizards give in."

"He holds a grudge against you."

Kaysen rubbed his chin.

"So...he hates me for asking him to come to Hogwarts to find me. What does this have to do with Lupine?"

"Remus has been traveling to various werewolf gathering places to promote enchanted book therapy. This has directly turned Greyback's rule into a ridiculous joke, so Greyback has been chasing Remus during this period." Dun Bullido explained.

"Oh, Lupine is very skilled. What can a werewolf do to him?"

"Not only to help him defeat Greyback, but also to persuade him to return to Hogwarts to take over the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor next semester. Lockhart has officially submitted his resignation to me, and he will leave at the end of this semester. St. Mungo's," Dumbledore said awkwardly.

"Has his paper been sent out? I'm still thinking of giving Neville a surprise at Christmas," Kayson said.

"He will. Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom invited you to spend Christmas with them this year. They sent many letters and you didn't reply, so they came to ask me."

"Actually... I don't really want to go."

"Then I won't go." Dumbledore naturally took back the letter he had taken out in his hand: "It just so happened that I didn't reply to them. Then it would be said that there was a fire in the owl loft or a batch of letters were blown away by the wind. "

Dumbledore left, and Kaysen closed the magic manual in his hand.

He refused Neville's parents' invitation without even thinking about it. First of all, this matter was strictly Lockhart's credit, and he could only be regarded as a matchmaker.

In addition, he really hated visiting other people's homes.

And Lupin, half of the semester had passed, and it was almost Christmas.

Kaysen absolutely believed in his skills. Dumbledore asked him to find Lupin not to really help Lupin deal with Greyback, but mainly to frame Lupin to be the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Of course, it was the next semester. Snape was still the substitute teacher for this semester. To be honest, he had a great time teaching for nearly half a semester.

Finally, there was the damn 3D map in the magic manual. It should be said that in terms of mathematical geometry, compared with the real genius, his skills were still not good enough.

But he did have a solution. He could import the geometric figure into an electronic version and let the math experts solve it. For example, he could go back to his alma mater, Manchester, to find those math experts...

Wait...