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"No contact?"

"Hedwig couldn't find him...she flew out for a while and then returned in confusion."

Harry was also confused - it was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

"The name was blocked, and the owl's magic to find the person didn't work..."

Sirius sighed, "The problem is, I don't know who to contact."

Having been in Azkaban for too long, he was basically out of touch with the wizarding world. If Hogwarts had not taken him in because of several previous generations of directors, it would have been difficult for Sirius to reintegrate into the wizarding world.

"Contact me slowly or wait for Remus to contact me..." Sirius scratched the hair that had just sprouted, "Recover first... Damn it, how long will I have to stay?"

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"I probably won't be fired this month. The full moon day happens to be a holiday."

Remus Lupin, now named Cecil Cullen - the latter is not important, and if nothing unexpected happens, it will have to be changed next month.

As a discriminated person, he could not work for long - few wizards were willing to hire werewolves, and he had to rely on false identity documents and skilled Transfiguration to do odd jobs in the wizarding world to make a living.

But the wages for odd jobs are not high - for jobs that do not require identity documents, it is normal to deduct wages or even use a so-called probation period to lower the initial salary, and then simply fire people when the time comes.

Moreover, he basically quit his job on the day of the full moon - the exhaustion and mess after the transformation were all too clear to those shop owners who recruited odd jobs.

What can we do?

Even though he was once a Gryffindor prefect and had a lot of certificates, it was still useless. Even for a lesser job, people would rather recruit normal wizards, not to mention that the Ministry of Magic would come to check and notify him when he officially joined the job...

"If only I had studied Potions carefully..."

Lupin sighed - compared to other professions, potions, especially those on the black market, only looked at the effects and not the people, and it was a good place to make money.

The problem was that his grades were okay in school, but when it came to the potion market, his talent wasn't strong enough, and he wasn't willing to make those messy potions, so he couldn't make any money from it.

"I can't let down the dead..."

He sighed again.

Before, he had been sad for not being able to catch Sirius, and was also sad for the sacrifice of Peter. He decided to preserve the last reputation of the four of them and not do anything against the rules.

James died, Sirius was in Azkaban, but Peter finally stood firm, just for his noble character...

But Merlin's socks...

The idiot Sirius is the victim, and he is still staying in Azkaban like a fool, claiming to be atonement for his sins. Peter is the biggest villain.

"And see what the new Daily Prophet says..."

These days he always read his boss's Daily Prophet in his spare time - because it contained news that he urgently needed.

He really wanted to meet that idiot and tell Sirius how much he admired him, but he had no channel - not to mention the issue of this month's salary, how would he communicate when he went there?

Tell Sirius he'd hated him for half his life, and then feel relieved?
Would Sirius care? He didn't know, and he was afraid to know.

Moreover, how to get into Hogwarts? Dumbledore had already made an exception back then, how could he make an exception now? Let a werewolf into a place where a group of students were?
Unless the school board is crazy, they will not accept such a proposal. The entire wizarding world will criticize them to death!
He sighed and took one last look at the news in the newspaper.

[Recruiting a temporary professor of History of Magic...]

'How about in the name of recruitment?'

"Forget it, don't cause trouble for Dumbledore. I have done too many wrong things when I was studying..."

'Just keep working, Lupin. If Sirius is looking for you, he will find you...'

He continued to work - but forgot one thing. In order to prevent the Ministry of Magic from receiving warning letters every time there is a full moon, he had turned off his name location long ago.

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"The Daily Prophet from three days ago. Great stuff."

"Yes, wow, Hogwarts is recruiting a history professor, why don't you try it out when you get out?"

"What are you thinking? We're professors? Ha, I'm going to go out and honestly sell my potions. I won't even do smuggling!"

A non-famous smuggler, a potion master who was said to have been caught on his first smuggling trip, commented on the job advertisement in the Daily Prophet. "Can I make money?"

"Nonsense, I'll be a big businessman when you get out... Didn't you smell the potion I secretly brewed last time? I'm going to try to increase the fertility rate of the wizarding world by one-fifth."

"Maybe you can get the Order of Merlin..."

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"It's really tough..."

Andrew sighed, his eyes brightened a little.

More than half a month passed, and he finally saw the outline of success.

After referring to a bunch of failed models, he finally used magic to transform the outer constraints into a chrysalis shape.

While this isn't the strongest structure, it is, in mystical terms, the one that can most withstand limitations.

The outside world is deformed and restricted, while the inside uses deformation to increase the diffusion ability.

This is almost the strongest combination of transformations he can think of and master at this stage.

"It all depends on this time."

Andrew rechecked the can of beans and carefully checked his protective suit.

"start…"

He waved his wand, aimed it carefully at the can of beans and began to cast a spell.

"Spray, deform, suppress..."

He patiently used this transformation on the jar, turning it into a huge cocoon and spreading the transformation concept of spraying over it.

"Internal deformation..."

Cast more carefully...

Finally, to cause the Transfiguration to stack...

then…

"boom!"

After Andrew withdrew the suppressed power of Transfiguration, countless granular objects sprayed out in all directions. Every time they fell to the ground, they dyed the floor green and then revealed their original beans.

As the beans reappeared one by one, the ground turned green - it was not simply dyed, but was covered with small amounts of the power of the Transfiguration Spell!

"Succeeded..."

Let’s get a little more complicated!

The collected beans were put into the jar again, and the power of transformation that was originally on the ground was easily wiped out by Andrew.

"It's a little harder, this time it will turn into sand..."

It still worked - the entire laboratory was easily transformed into a beach, although it was only a thin layer due to the magic, but there was no doubt that the transfiguration spread to the entire room.

...

"So, spraying is not the answer, but spreading and erosion..."

After more than a dozen successes, Andrew finally grasped the key point and successfully doubled the effect of his irregular range casting.

"That's about the limit of my research..."

He smiled tiredly and found a comfortable chair to sit down.

"Next, I need to report to Professor McGonagall, and then start learning range casting in a proper way... and memorize this spell... I have a feeling that it has more potential than I thought."

(End of this chapter)