Harry shook his head, didn't take the barbecue, and remained extremely cautious. He was confused by the current situation, "Who are you? Sir, how do you know where this is?"

"I'm Remus Lupin, I'm your father's best friend, and I've never betrayed him," Lupin glanced at Sirius on the ground.

Sirius looked back innocently. To be honest, he was very happy to see Remus again, even though he didn't believe in himself yet.

"As for why we're here," Lupin looked at Harry, "it seems that it has nothing to do with the book you're holding, that old book of Bedouin the Poet, which has very strong black magic on it," He frowned. "Harry, how could you have such a thing?"

"Phew—you're a wizard, Mr. Lupin," Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt a lot closer to Lupin. So far, the wizards Harry had met were all friendly and nice people.

Although it's unclear if it's actually his father's best friend, Harry decided to keep a friendly attitude first, "Oh, I didn't know there was black magic in the books... It was given to us by a lady named Satasha..."

"She originally hoped to have a chance to talk to \'Britain's greatest psychic' through the psychic battle, but she realized that Lena might be more capable, so she asked us to help her find her missing sister," Ha Leigh recalled what happened not long ago, "We've had this book for a while, but nothing weird has ever happened!"

"You and... the dog, and even me, were sucked into the book—that's weird enough," Lupin coughed.

"When I ran into the woods to find you, all I saw were books and your shoes on the ground. Fortunately, I wrote a letter of help to Headmaster Dumbledore before I touched the fairy tale book..."

Sirius showed \'Lupin is as reliable as before\' eyes.

"Headmaster Dumbledore!" Harry briefly saw the old man who was \'reliable to look at\' when Anna got the admission letter, and still remembered his string of amazing titles.

"That's great!"

Harry's trust in Lupin rose a notch in an instant.

"We just need to wait in this cave for Headmaster Dumbledore to come to the rescue," Lupin had already made arrangements for the future, "there are some bird eggs, mushrooms and hares nearby, we can make do with it. Time, I hope the rain doesn't flow in when it rains..."

"Um... Mr. Lupin, aren't we going to the town over there?" Harry pointed to the castle in the distance, then to an unremarkable small village in the forest. "Or go to the small village?"

"Harry, let's stay here in peace, I don't have the strength to fight a giant dragon," Lupin analyzed rationally, "It seems that there are not a few magical animals in this place."

"What about Ms. Sattasha's sister?" Harry scratched his head, racking his brains. "Her sister...probably is here."

"To be honest, I don't really recommend running around in unfamiliar places...running around..." Lupin saw Harry's green eyes full of anticipation.

He suddenly understood something.

Oh... Harry didn't want to find Sattasha's sister as his main task, he just wanted to take this opportunity to take a good look at the fairy tale world.

"She might be down some rabbit hole, a cauldron, or a fountain of good luck..." Under Ron's strong Amway, Harry was very curious about the story of the poet Bedouin.

When he saw Lupin's vicissitudes of life, he suddenly felt a little ashamed and felt that he was too ignorant, "Forget it, Mr. Lupin, I think we should just stay here..."

Lupin held up the barbecue and looked at Harry's ill-fitting bomber jacket, dirty jeans, and only one sneaker, feeling that he was too incompetent to be an uncle.

He waved his wand and turned a small rock into a fitted shoe. "Put it on Harry."

"Oh! Thank you, Mr. Lupin," Harry almost forgot that he was missing a shoe. When he saw the shoe, he felt the coolness from the slate through the socks. He gratefully took the shoe and put it on On your feet, squat down and tie your shoelaces carefully.

"Pack up, Harry, if you move fast, we can get to the little village not far away before it's completely dark."

Harry's eyes lit up at Lupin's words, "Are we going to find Lady Sattasha's sister?!"

Of course, Harry would prefer to take a look at the Fountain of Good Luck and Tumbling Pot, and if he could take a look at the wizard's hairy heart... that would be nice too.

"Yes," Lupin said, looking happy at Harry's happy expression. He smiled and patted Harry's little head. "Let's go find Sattasha's sister."

Sirius also tried to show a smile and shook his tail, but suddenly felt that he should not be too childish in front of his former best friend, so he lowered his tail and tried to pretend to be mature.

"Come on, Harry, let's use the Levitation Charm to get down here first," Lupin put out the fire with a little magic and patted Harry on the shoulder.

"And Big Black," Harry pulled Sirius over, highlighting its presence, "Anna's pet, I can't lose it."

pet…

Lupin frowned, but soon let go, he took a deep breath, "Okay, Blake," Lupin smiled and looked at the dog, "I'll let you go for a while, wait until we get out of here, and then put the You're locked in a cage."

Sirius ran behind Harry, and the giant dog looked comical behind the little boy.

"Please don't scare it, Mr. Lupin, we never cage Big Black," Harry said seriously. "Anna said dogs are man's best friend."

"Of course," Lupin nodded, "dogs are indeed man's best friend," but only if the dog was a real dog.

 …

For Adams, director of the 'Office of Aliens' at the Ministry of Magic's Fantastic Creatures Division, it was a perfect day, save for the morning elevator incident.

Signed the house elf Mark's document, dealt with the werewolf wounding incident that had never been resolved before, and ate the donut that he was thinking of at noon.

"It's hard work, Miss Lisanna, it's time to get off work, do you want us to join..." Adams sent an invitation to Secretary Lisanna who was using the stapler.

Before she could finish she was ruthlessly rejected by Lisanna, "I'm sorry, Mr. Adams, I have to sort out these things again, next time."

Adams raised his eyebrows. "Of course, uh...have a nice job..."

He picked up the suit on the hanger, seemingly unconcerned, and left the office humming \'Where's the witch\', actually keeping his head down to hide his embarrassment at being rejected.

"Mr. Adams!" Bob rushed out from the side of the corridor, "You almost forgot this, that turkey!" He handed the tattered box to Adams, "You can leave it to your teacher to study now, if If it's convenient - ask him for a certificate... eh? Mr. Adams, why is your face so red?"

"Uh...it must be because it's too hot," Adams made a random excuse and hurried away with the suitcase in his hand, "I know Bob, I'll give it to the teacher."

Adams flashed into the elevator and almost stepped on the wizard's leather shoes. "Sorry!" He looked up and found that he was still an acquaintance. "Oh! Mr. Arthur, I'm so sorry!"

Arthur made room for Adams, who was holding the box. It could be seen that Arthur was in a good mood. He smiled brightly, showing his white teeth, "Of course it doesn't matter, Adams! It doesn't matter if the rotten leather shoes explode! Because I'm so happy right now!"

That's not necessary, Adams was infected by Arthur's happiness, "What good thing happened? Mr. Arthur?"

He smiled, the red-haired middle-aged man always so optimistic and positive.

"\'British psychic battle!\'" Arthur's expression exaggerated, "I love this show! The superior has specially equipped a Muggle TV for our department! Merlin's super beard - today is my luck day!"

"Ding! The eighth floor underground, the main hall, including the reception area, the magic repair and maintenance center, the magic brother fountain, and the explosive candy disposal center, etc.," the elevator reached the eighth floor lobby.

"If you have a chance, you must watch \'British Psychic Battle\'! Adams!" Arthur Dark got out of the elevator excitedly, saying goodbye to Adams.

Adams nodded, he couldn't wait to go back to his apartment and turn on Muggle TV to find the show.

But before that, he had to deliver the chicken to Mr. Newt.

The fireplace stuck by the exploding candy can already be used normally, and now it is the rush hour, and there are particularly many wizards gathered in the hall.

"Mr. Porcaby, the suit is good!" "Mr. Porcaby..." "Good afternoon!" Adams responded to the wizard's politeness in the hall without stopping, hurried past the Magic Brothers Fountain, came to the fireplace, and stood at the end of the line , Adams shook his feet impatiently because he wanted to go back to watch TV quickly.

"Please go first, Mr. Pokéby, you look like you are in a hurry," the elegant blond man found Adams' urgency, he turned slightly and gave Adams his place.

The blond man is very optimistic about this promising young director, and thinks that it would be a good thing to be able to make friends with him.

"Mr. Malfoy, you are too polite!" Adams was not familiar with Lucius Malfoy, but he had a good impression of Lucius. After all, who would hate a handsome man who was handsome and good-looking?

"Mr. Pokéra," Lucius looked at the inelegant tattered box Adams was holding, and suddenly thought of something, "I heard that a house-elf came to you to sign papers today?"

The news of this handsome man is really well-informed.

"Yes, that house-elf wants to start a housekeeping business..." Adams answered honestly.

"It's terrifying... These dirty little things have such thoughts... You don't agree, Mr. Pokébe?" Lucius raised his chin and pulled out a stiff smile.

"You wouldn't do that, would you? I'm just making sure, with all due respect, house-elves, they should be doing house-elves' work... there shouldn't be any other thoughts on their minds..."

"I agree," Adams said quickly. "Can you turn down such a good housekeeping company? Mr. Lucius, they even offer tutoring!"

Lucius maintained his graceful expression, "Haha," he laughed dryly, scolding Adams in his head, \'The half-blooded brat who doesn't know the sky and the earth, his head is only when his head is stepped on by a giant's stinky feet. Ideas like this try to support house-elves! \'

"House-elf as a tutor?"

Lucius sneered, trying to taunt ruthlessly from this point, spraying venom.

"Headmaster Dumbledore is one of the shareholders of this housekeeping company," Adams looked at Lucius innocently.

"I think maybe this means that Hogwarts will allow a group of students to be part-time tutors, and it also means that families who have hired tutors can learn better, and can keep up with Hogwarts faster than other little wizards. Gwarts learning progress..."

"Win at the starting line," Adams added.

hmm... this...

Lucius swallowed the words that were about to come out~lightnovelpub.net~ patted Adams on the shoulder and showed a kind smile, "Mr. Pokebe, when will this housekeeping company start business? "

Adams also smiled and handed Lucius a flyer, "You can call to reserve first."

"Am I the first to know about this?" Lucius took the flyer and glanced at the extremely exaggerated image of house-elf.

"Except me and my secretary."

Lucius' smile grew brighter, and it seemed that he had made up his mind to let the child win at the starting line.

"Have a nice night," Lucius threw a handful of Floo powder into the fireplace for Adams.

"Thank you, and good luck, Mr. Malfoy," Adams nodded, giving the exact address, "a seaside cottage in Dorset!"

He walked into the flames, which quickly disappeared.