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Chapter 206: Remus Lupin

"I don't think I've seen this person before, have I?" Dracula was a bit skeptical and kept rummaging through his memories in the middle of his mind.

Lord Earl's memory was undoubtedly excellent, otherwise there was no way he could organize the thousand years he had experienced in his mind clearly without any confusion.

But the problem was that there were many things in this world that were not very important in his eyes, and it was likely that even if he saw them, he would still turn a blind eye to them, and would not give them a chance to stay in his memory at all.

So many trivial and uninteresting chores over the course of a thousand years would drive Dracula crazy if he really had to remember everything!

Then again, that friend of Sirius Black's did strike Dracula as somewhat familiar.

He thought about it carefully; he had been back to Romania only a handful of times since he had awakened from his slumber, and he had seen a total of few strangers over there in their roughly early thirties, and even fewer that made some sort of impression on him.

"That friend of Blake's wouldn't be a werewolf by any chance, would it?" Dracula's eyes twitched.

It suddenly occurred to him that during that vacation after the end of the first school year, after he had driven away a large number of shady corpses and werewolves, a werewolf who had thrown himself into the net came to Dracula's castle to meet with him.

"That werewolf's name seems to be just called Lemus Lupin, and he also seems to have said that he is a member of the Order of the Phoenix ..." Dracula's expression became a bit strange, "In that case, Dumbledore had been unable to contact Lupin wouldn't it be my problem?"

At that time, Dracula held the idea of watching the fun and snubbed Lupin to become the Romanian werewolf king.

These two years he had been mixing among those savage werewolf packs, so he must have had a very hard time, and there was not much opportunity to contact the outside world, so it was normal that he could not be contacted with the owl.

However, since he was now connected, it seemed to indicate that Lupin had really made a name for himself in the werewolf pack.

Thinking of this, Dracula hesitated for a moment and lifted his pen to write a short line to his cheap daughter Serena who was far away in Romania:

"Give me a copy of the recent situation on the werewolf side, in a slightly more detailed way."

After a little thought, he felt that this kind of text that does not look like a letter at all is really a bit hasty, and Serena is afraid that after seeing it, not only will she not send over the information about the werewolf pack, but she might even send over a howler letter to scold him ...

So Dracula skimmed his lips and begrudgingly added a few more lines to the letterhead:

"To Serena: How have you been? Don't be too surprised, I really sent the letter out of concern for you, nothing else.

Also, I'm very relieved to leave Castle Dracula in your hands; under your management, the Bloods will surely prosper and get closer and closer to your goals!

By the way, what is the situation of the werewolf pack near the castle? Give me a copy of the recent situation on the werewolf side, in a little more detail.

--B.D."

Looking at the parchment, which finally barely fit the format of a letter, Dracula nodded in satisfaction and casually grabbed a passing Hogwarts public owl and tied the parchment to its leg.

The owl flapped its wings and flew out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, making the long trek towards Romania.

Dracula pondered for a moment that the owl might collapse in the middle of its journey across the channel and the continent, and silently opened a dark moon that sent it directly to the vicinity of Dracula's castle.

Then he immediately retracted this dark moon, fearing that Serena would discover his trail and then yank him back to deal with the backlog of matters at the castle. That would be horrible ...

...

While Dracula waited for Serena's reply, martial law was lifted at Hogwarts.

The young wizards couldn't stay in the auditorium for the rest of their lives, nor could they stay out of class for the rest of their lives for fear of a criminal who had surely left the castle.

The vandalized portrait of the Fat Lady had been taken down from the wall, and in its place was another portrait.

The new portrait featured a heavily armed knight who stood beside an obese gray dwarf stallion, occasionally nervously pointing the longsword in his hand at the students outside of the portrait, making some middle-of-the-road declaration of unknown significance.

The knight's name was Cadogan, and he preferred to be called Sir Cadogan.

Sir Cadogan stayed on the seventh floor of the castle before he came here to become the doorman of the Gryffindor common room, and the younger Gryffindor wizards saw him from time to time when they came back to the common room from the lower floors, so they were all fairly familiar with him.

But no one was happy that Sir Cadogan had taken on the role of common room keeper.

Sir Cadogan spent almost half his time challenging people to duel him. The rest of his time was spent figuring out ridiculously complicated passwords - he changed them at least twice a day.

According to Sir Cadogan it was so that Sirius Black wouldn't have a chance to break their passwords.

"He's just mad," the young Gryffindor wizard complained angrily to Percy, the Student Council President, "Can't we just get someone else?"

"None of the other drawings wanted to do the job," Percy sighed, also a little helpless, "All the other drawings were horrified by what happened to the Fat Lady, and Sir Cadogan was the only one who stepped up to the plate ... "

"How can I put it, although he is usually a braggart and immoderate, he does possess bravery as a knight."

However, Harry, who was the savior of the wizarding world, hadn't just been bothered by Sir Cadogan lately.

Ever since Sirius had destroyed the portrait of the Fat Lady, he had been under the close scrutiny of the professors and the various Heads of Grade.

Professors would always find various excuses to walk with him in the corridors; Percy was always following him everywhere under the guise of tutoring homework and looking after his schoolmates, the problem was that Percy had learned tracking magic so well that Harry couldn't shake him off if he tried.

To top it all off, Professor McGonagall called Harry into her office with a look on her face so heavy that Harry thought the Minister of Magic had been stabbed by Sirius!

"Potter, I think you have a guess as to who Sirius Black is here for." Professor McGonagall said seriously.

"Yes, I know he's looking for me," Harry said wearily, "I've heard Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's conversation before school started, and Tonks, one of the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, she briefly told me about the man."

"In that case, then you must understand why I don't think it's a good idea for you to practice Quidditch in the evening." Professor McGonagall said, "On the pitch, with only your teammates around you, it's safe to say that you're completely exposed to other people's attacks ..."

"But we're going to have our first Quidditch match soon!" Harry said, his mind reeling. "I must train, Professor!"

It was because of his personal reasons that the Gryffindor Quidditch team hadn't retained their title last year, and Harry had always cared deeply in his heart, even though he didn't say it out loud.

This school year, Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor team, was in his seventh year, it was his last year staying at Hogwarts, and all the team members wanted to leave a perfect ending for their captain.

Harry, too, wanted to prove his true strength and win back the respect the others had for him through this school year.

Professor McGonagall watched him intently.

Harry knew that she was actually extremely concerned about the future of the Gryffindor team as well.

After all, Professor McGonagall was a Quidditch fanatic, and she was the one who first suggested that Harry make an exception as Gryffindor's ball finder two years ago.

Harry looked at Professor McGonagall as well and waited, holding his breath nervously.

"Well ..." Professor McGonagall stood up and looked out the window with wide eyes at the Quidditch pitch, which was faintly visible in the rain.

"Well ... I won't lie, I'd love to see our team finally bring home another trophy." She said, "But anyway, Potter ... I think you'd be a little safer, and I'd be a little more at ease, if you had a professor present to oversee your training ..."

...

Time flew by in the spires of Hogwarts Castle, and before you knew it, it was late fall.

During this period of time, Lemus Lupin came to Hogwarts as a visiting professor, not actually taking on any lecturing duties, but simply coming to solve Sirius Black's problem.

The information collected from Serena's side about the werewolf pack had also been sent to Dracula.

As it turned out, ever since Dracula captured the then newly appointed werewolf leader Fenrir Greyburgh, the Romanian werewolf pack had been in a long period of civil unrest.

Lupin, under Dracula's great trickery, had a dream in his heart, wanting the werewolves to live in a magic world without any discrimination.

Therefore, he traveled to the turbulent werewolf territory with a full-blooded passion to gather like-minded werewolves and use his excellent magical ability to expel those werewolves who were brutal and unkind, and who still wanted to kill.

Because of Dracula's explanation, the vampire pack would also help Lupin's actions from time to time.

More than a year passed, and Lupin unknowingly already had a very high prestige among the Romanian werewolf pack, leading a large group of conservative werewolves to create a brand new power.

During this period, the author of the best-selling book "Hairy Nose, Human Heart" was inspired by Lupin's behavior, and personally came to this brand-new werewolf power in Romania, using his influence to build up Lupin's momentum in the werewolf community, attracting more werewolves with bright hearts to join him.

Hairy Noses, Human Hearts was so influential that it once ranked alongside Giedroyd Lohart's Wandering with Werewolves as the most critically acclaimed werewolf-related book, telling the harrowing tale of a werewolf-infected sorcerer's struggle with lycanthropy.

After Giedroy Lohart's deletion of other people's memories became public, Hairy Nose, Human Heart became the best werewolf book, bar none!

As a result, Lupin's reputation gradually spread throughout the wizarding world through the book's author, managing to be known by almost all werewolves.

It was when Dumbledore learned about this matter at that time that he contacted Lupin, who was busy all day long, through the means of that author.

According to reason, Lupin was now at the right time to properly consolidate his strength and enhance the cohesion of the werewolves in his newly established power, but for the sake of his close friends from back then, as well as the students of Hogwarts, he resolutely put down the power in his hands and returned to Hogwarts Castle.

"Professor Dracula, it is an honor to see you again." The first time Lupin arrived at Hogwarts he knocked on the door of the office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and came to visit Dracula.

"It is a pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Lupin." Dracula surveyed with interest the werewolf in front of him whose clothes were still tattered, but whose aura was completely different from back then, and opened his mouth, "But after not seeing you for less than two years, you're really impressing me now."

"This is actually all thanks to your help." Lupin shook his head, "Back then, if it wasn't for the words you inspired me with, I'm afraid that I would still be just a werewolf running around for a living and doing nothing, and I simply wouldn't have the dreams that I do today, much less the achievements that I have now."

"This is all your own effort, it has nothing to do with me." Dracula took a light sip of red wine and said tantalizingly.

He was tantalizing on the surface, but he actually felt a little weird inside.

Back then, in order to have fun, he casually snubbed a werewolf to become their wolf king, but he didn't expect that he actually snubbed it? Whether this situation should feel proud or embarrassed ...

"I know your weight in this, Professor Dracula." After a moment of silence, Lupin still firmly shook his head, "There were several times when some of my fellow conservative werewolves and I were besieged by those brutalists, and almost fell into a desperate situation-"

"At that time, we were all able to get out of danger only with the help of the vampires under your command, and I have all of this help firmly in my heart, I just don't know how to repay them for a while ..."

"Stop, stop, stop, why are you still being fleshy." Dracula put down his tall glass of wine and gave him a somewhat disgusted look, "I won't hide it from you, I helped you a few times purely for the sake of having fun, I really didn't expect you to be able to make it to this level now."

"One size does not fit all, no matter what you think Professor Dracula, it's a great help to me." Lupin said with a straight face, "This is something I can still distinguish."

"Really can't help you." Dracula raised his hand to his forehead and said helplessly, "How about this, how about you come up with this year's Black Magic Defense class paper for me?"

"Well, the deal with Dumbledore expired, and Riddle's ability to come up with questions now isn't quite enough. You've come at just the right time, this is considered your repayment!"