Is this the efficiency of your Ministry of Magic? Letting the wolf into the house?

Stan Shunpike was overjoyed to hear that the person before him was a professor at Hogwarts; he felt a sense of reflected glory!

To have spent so long conversing with a Hogwarts professor was a feat he could boast about for a long time.

Chatting with this professor was second only to his time spent with Harry Potter, and he was going to tell all his friends about this!

When Dewey stepped off the bus, Stan was still happily waving his arms at him.

"Goodbye, Professor!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs.

Dewey smiled gently and waved back at him.

"Goodbye, Stan!"

He had called Stan by his name accurately, and Stan clutched his heart in bliss, turning his head to shout: "Ernie, Ernie, did you hear that? The professor remembered my name.

He knows I'm called Stan."

Ernie ignored his conductor, ignited the engine, and with a loud "bang," the Knight Bus vanished from before Dewey's eyes, carrying the lingering echoes of Stan's voice into the air.

Dewey smiled faintly at the empty space.

He had arrived in London.

He looked up; he was standing right in front of the Leaky Cauldron.

If it were up to Dewey's own nature, he would have tried tossing a couple of bombs at the Leaky Cauldron.

Not to harm anyone, he just wanted to conduct an experiment: could wizards be killed by explosives?

Would they cast a spell to turn the bombs into little mice?

Or would their rigid thinking lead them to conjure a barrier to protect themselves?

Unfortunately, he was Lupin now, and Lupin would not harm others, so his amusing idea could not be put into practice.

Imagine what Lupin would do.

Dewey thought to himself, sweeping his gaze over the Leaky Cauldron's sign.

"Stay here for the night?"

Soon, Dewey shook his head; he felt that if Lupin had arrived in London a day early, he would head straight for King's Cross Station.

The private rooms at the Leaky Cauldron were expensive, and given Lupin's finances, he would likely head to King's Cross to rough it for the night and catch up on sleep on the train the next day.

He would also pick up some dry rations to eat along the way.

"Frugality is a virtue."

Dewey said, deciding to follow Lupin's personality and find a place to make do for the night.

Even a bench at King's Cross Station was far more comfortable than the cold, damp floor of Azkaban.

"A kind of luxury."

After saying this, Dewey picked up his suitcase and turned to leave.

Before departing, he glanced at his watch and then at the moon, which was nearly full in the sky; Dewey knew that tomorrow night would be the full moon.

Fortunately, Dumbledore's owl had delivered the Wolfsbane Potion to Lupin.

A new type of potion.

The Wolfsbane Potion was a potion invented by a wizard just last year, and the wizard who invented it had been awarded the Order of Merlin for it.

This was an extremely high honor.

The Wolfsbane Potion was also a great invention.

It allowed a werewolf to maintain their sanity on the night of the full moon.

Of course, it only maintained their sanity.

The Wolfsbane Potion could not suppress the werewolf transformation, but fortunately, on the night of September 1st, it would be a rainy night at Hogwarts with no moon, so Dewey would not have to transform.

Even so, a werewolf during a full moon would feel extremely uncomfortable.

The werewolves referred to here were those who had not yet abandoned their wizarding identity and resisted their nature; true werewolves would never feel uncomfortable during a full moon.

They would only feel more excited!

Standing before the Leaky Cauldron but unable to enter, Dewey felt a bit of regret. Humming "Hedwig's Theme," he planned to walk to King's Cross Station, but he hadn't taken two steps before he heard someone behind him say in surprise: "Lupin?"

Dewey turned around and saw another person.

A tall wizard wearing a hat with dark skin.

He was holding his wand and looked as if he had just stepped out of the Leaky Cauldron.

Dewey recognized this man.

He put on a delighted expression: "Shacklebolt? What are you doing here? Hmm, are you also hunting for the Azkaban escapee?"

Dewey's expression was perfectly calibrated, as if he didn't know that he himself was the culprit behind these poor fellows having no days off and no rest.

Why were these people here? They might not know, but how could Dewey not be clear?

Kingsley Shacklebolt looked at Lupin with a hint of surprise.

Kingsley was an elite among the Aurors, a favorite of Fudge, and quite possibly one of the few wizards in the entire Ministry of Magic who could actually hold his own in a fight.

His appearance here was not unexpected.

Dewey felt it would have been abnormal if he weren't here.

It seemed he was stationed at the Leaky Cauldron to provide close protection for Harry Potter.

Kingsley nodded; he appeared to know Lupin, though unfortunately, Dewey had no idea how they were acquainted.

Had Kingsley also been a member of the original Order of the Phoenix?

Or perhaps Kingsley and Lupin had professional ties?

Inside Lupin's house, Sirius Black had refused to use Unforgivable Curses or Legilimency on Lupin, and Dewey remained entirely in the dark regarding Lupin's personal relationships. Encountering an acquaintance required Dewey to gauge the level of interaction himself.

After Lupin was captured, he had refused to provide any information.

Currently, Dewey was also completely in the dark regarding Lupin's life experiences over the past twelve years.

Whenever he encountered matters involving the past, Dewey had to improvise and maintain control!

This was a challenge.

Dewey did not feel unhappy; on the contrary, he was quite excited.

Dewey loved a challenge.

It gave him a thrill, an adrenaline rush, the sensation of the uncertain unknown!

This feeling fascinated him, or at the very least, made him feel that he was still alive—a living person, rather than a piece of livestock curled up like an infant on a cold floor, waiting to be fed.

Kingsley looked at the still-ragged Lupin and asked, "What brings you to London?"

Dewey replied as a matter of course, "I'm heading to Hogwarts. Dumbledore found me a short while ago and invited me to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. School is about to start.

I'm planning to take the train, well, you know."

Dewey explained it to him, shrugging his shoulders as he did so.

Kingsley immediately understood the sequence of events.

Looking at Dewey, he knew this friend intended to walk to King's Cross Station. Clearly, Kingsley understood that his friend would not stay in a room at the Leaky Cauldron; it was far too expensive.

Throughout London, the Floo Network was restricted, and even Apparition had been suspended because of those two damned fugitives.

The Ministry of Magic had people set up anti-Apparition charms here, so even Aurors like them could not Apparate within London, let alone Lupin.

Lupin had no better option than to walk.

Kingsley never even considered the subway.

There was a cognitive barrier between wizards and Muggles, a barrier usually erected by the wizards themselves.

After a moment of thought, Kingsley said, "Harry Potter is at the Leaky Cauldron. Stay; I have some things to tell you."

Dewey, disguised as Lupin, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Kingsley struck while the iron was hot, grabbing Lupin by the arm.

Dewey went along with it and stopped walking. Kingsley pulled Dewey into the Leaky Cauldron and explained the ins and outs of the situation.

Dewey realized that this matter was even more closely related to him than he had thought.

The two prisoners from Azkaban were truly arrogant; their brazen attacks on Ministry of Magic personnel in London were shocking.

Especially in the nights leading up to Sirius's departure, the rumor that "he is at Hogwarts" had truly terrified the bigwigs at the Ministry, who feared Sirius might storm Hogwarts and go on a killing spree.

Who knew if Sirius, while trying to kill Harry Potter, might casually cast a Killing Curse on other students as well?

Therefore, even though the route from the Leaky Cauldron to King's Cross Station was heavily guarded, Fudge still wasn't at ease with Harry traveling alone.

"Someone must protect Harry at close range."

He had said that this heavy responsibility was originally assigned to Arthur Weasley's family. With the Weasleys and a few Aurors, it should have been enough to protect Harry, but who would have thought that before the plan could even begin, the Weasley family would be attacked by the two villains.

Now, the person protecting him had become Kingsley.

Kingsley saw Lupin and figured they were heading the same way, and that he could help an old friend out—Lupin could also help fend off a wave of villains—so he invited him to come along.

What a coincidence.

Dewey readily agreed and walked into the Leaky Cauldron.

At the same time, he felt a sense of irony.

It was fortunate he wasn't actually trying to kill Harry Potter.

Otherwise, given the Ministry of Magic's measures, Harry Potter would have died more than ten times over. He followed Kingsley into the room contracted by the Ministry and saw the legendary Harry Potter.