"No, thank you. I'm already full." Lupin smiled awkwardly and wiped his mouth with a napkin. Come to think of it, as an adult, being treated to a meal by two second-year Hogwarts students was... somewhat strange.
Speaking of Harry's question—why Lupin was doing so badly—Kane was actually the most curious.
He had not asked earlier because he thought Harry could do it for him. But now that Harry's emotional intelligence had suddenly kicked in and he did not intend to press the matter, Kane had no choice but to ask himself.
"I thought you worked at a factory. How did things end up like this?"
Lupin shrugged helplessly. "Uh, I was fired. It's as simple as that."
"When did that happen?"
"About half a month ago? Unfortunately, I still haven't found a new job." As Lupin said this, his face reddened again, as though his whole body were about to burst into flames.
"All right..." Kane nodded. "But in the foreseeable future, at least by next September, your life will get better. Let me think—you just need to... endure another nine months."
Lupin instinctively shook his head at Kane's words. "Actually, it won't. Next year, I might try going to another country. Or I might join a magical circus and try performing with them. Someone like me can only find that kind of work."
After listening for a while, Harry only understood that Mr. Lupin before them seemed qualified to become next year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Although he did not know why Kane and the others were certain the position would definitely be vacant next year, the important thing was that this down-and-out gentleman did not want to take it.
"You're not afraid of that curse, are you?" After thinking it over, Harry could only come