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Skirt-Lifting Maniac: I bet 500 points that Jiraiya will not defect from Konoha!

Illustrator: Not necessarily! If what Konan-san says is true, and Jiraiya has understood the irreconcilable contradictions between the ruling class and the working masses, then Jiraiya, standing on the side of the working masses, might actually overthrow the Hokage and the Daimyo!

Wig: Ali-chan’s analysis makes sense. I bet 500 that Jiraiya will defect.

Curly-haired boy: Wig, you bastard, you have 500 points and you're not buying something we need? You're gambling with them? Damn it, I really misjudged you! Gin-san, I bet 1000 points that Jiraiya won't defect!

Hatchet Girl:? You just said so righteously that they were gambling?

Curly-haired boy: Humph. You're still too young, Kotonoha-chan. Look carefully, Gin-san, am I gambling? No, I'm just waiting for some idiot to give me money.

Illustrator: Wow, you seem quite confident. Are you a prophet or omniscient, and can you be absolutely certain that Jiraiya will not defect?

Curly-haired guy: You don't need that kind of outrageous ability, you can see it with just your naked eyes! What kind of personality is Jiraiya? He would be hostile to the woman he secretly loves? Don't be so funny, hey!

Hatchet Girl: But you're talking about the Jiraiya in the Naruto story, not the current Jiraiya. The Jiraiya in Naruto didn't understand what revolutionary ideals were, and he didn't have the kind of awareness he has now.

Curly: Some people, no matter how profound their enlightenment, can't overcome the barriers within themselves. Just like some pioneers would sacrifice themselves for the common good, but they couldn't kill their own evil sons for the greater good. Jiraiya is the archetypal pioneer.

Lin Fengjiao: Mr. Yin, I think you are too arbitrary. You are not Jiraiya.

Book Artist: That’s right, you’re just a mere samurai without moral integrity.

Eriri believed that the "pioneers" Sakata Gintoki described did exist. Ultimately, this was the result of selfish thinking and incomplete transformation. However, she felt that Jiraiya was not like that; he possessed a deep concern for the lives of the people.

Curly-haired boy: Bullshit! My moral integrity is now completely full, the threshold has exceeded 200 or more!

Hatchet Girl: I understand, I understand. The upper limit is 500,000, right?

Curly-haired guy: You guys are so...

Sakata Gintoki was so angry that his face turned pale.

Fairy Chi Lian: What do you think, Master An?

This is an actor: watch it while lying down.

Scarlet Snake Fairy:?

Lazy Kitten: Phew, just lie down and watch. Is Brother An Ran planning to fully utilize his sense of humor now?

Qi Luoli sent the message with a grin, then her expression suddenly changed. She raised her hand and grabbed the evil claw that was resting on her head. "Can you please stop touching me? I'm going bald if you keep touching me!"

"Hold me, sorry." Ye Rong, who was sitting next to her, decisively retracted her hand and looked at her cautiously.

Why do you think I'm a bad person?

Looking at the other person's pitiful eyes, Qi Luoli really wanted to curse at him. He had been touching her head and ears for more than ten minutes, and he still hadn't had enough!

Not only that, if I get the slightest rejection she acts like a pitiful little bottom. How the hell am I supposed to live like this?

Forget it.

Taking a deep breath, Qi Luoli finally gave in. She shrank back into a cat form and jumped directly into Ye Rong's arms. "Come on, I'll pet you as much as I want!"

Ye Rong stroked her cat's head as if it were a treasure. After a long while, she slowly commented, "Well, cat fur isn't as smooth as human hair."

What the hell!

Qi Luoli's mouth twitched violently, and she suddenly felt like she had shot herself in the foot. But at this point, no matter how much she regretted it, it was too late. I was tired, so I decided to give up.

Pretending not to hear Ye Rong's words, Qi Luoli lay on her owner's lap like a puddle of liquid. She turned her gaze to the group chat, oblivious to what was happening outside.

This is an actor: I don't think Jiraiya will defect from Konoha, but he will definitely change the social structure of the Land of Fire from other aspects. The entire Naruto world is a system of one village, one country, and the two are in a symbiotic relationship. As a result, Konoha will inevitably be impacted and affected by the changes.

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: Yes, I think so too. But I can't predict the exact impact. It could be positive or negative.

This is an actor: isn't it interesting that it's unpredictable?

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: Indeed, I now fully understand this.

When she was assisting her boyfriend before, she hated the unpredictable results. But now that she was the one planning things behind the scenes, she realized how sweet it was.

It would be really boring if everything was heading towards a certain outcome.

The illustrator: You two are a truly terrifying couple, completely treating other people's fate as a joke, right? That's too much, and you won't even let us watch the live stream!

Skirt-lifting maniac: Condemn, this kind of behavior of eating alone must be strongly condemned!

Angels of the Hidden Rain Village: My boyfriend broke up with you guys, and you still accuse me of eating alone? Who's going too far?

Book Artist: Well, that’s two different things!

Fairy Chi Lian: My boyfriend is my boyfriend, and my fun is my fun. These are two parallel lines, and both should be divided! Don't forget our goal: all means of production should be public.

This is an actor: Are people also considered means of production? Is this a reverse Marxist philosophy practice?

Hatchet Girl: Of course humans aren't considered means of production, but An Ran-san, you're not human. You're a god, a non-human creature completely separate from the human species!

This is an actor: I think you are asking for a fight.

Hatchet Girl: Hey, I’m really happy to be naughty.

This is an actor: Well, since you strongly requested it, I'll show you something fun.

After sending the message, Gerard immediately opened the live broadcast room. The screen showed a somewhat dilapidated wooden house.

A middle-aged man in a gray-brown suit and with an unshaven beard was standing in the dilapidated house, carefully packing his luggage. Judging from the situation, he seemed to be going on a long journey.

Skull Island Handsome Guy: Who is this?

Book Artist: If I'm not mistaken, he should be that Lupin? Remus John Lupin, the third-year Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts?

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Hatchet Girl: It seems to be him. His dress and appearance are consistent with the image in the original work.

Skirt-lifting maniac: But compared to the original image, his beard seems to be a little longer now?

Although Lupin in the original Harry Potter novel also had a beard, he was clearly not as unkempt as he is on screen. This is why the group members in the live broadcast room did not recognize him immediately.

Lazy Little Kitten: Not only has the beard grown longer, but the clothes also look like they haven't been washed for dozens of days.

Illustrator: He's quite slovenly. It's hard to imagine a guy like him getting a beautiful wife.

Ying Lili shook her head, feeling a little sad.

If she were in his shoes, she definitely wouldn't fall for a man like that. It's not a question of being poor, but a question of attitude towards life. No matter how poor you are, you should keep yourself clean. What's the point of being so sloppy?

Foul-mouthed man: Damn it, this guy isn't even half as handsome as me! How can a guy like him get married? I don't understand it at all!

Curly: Damn, his wife is still Tonks, right? The natural-born Metamorphmagus, a member of the Order of the Phoenix?

The Villain from Soul Society: Hmm, Gin remembers it pretty clearly?

Curly-haired boy: Humph, Gin-san, I am a natural memory master!

This is an actor: Oh? A so-called memory master can't even use everyday idioms properly?

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: Gin is clearly just bragging. He probably remembers Tonks because he's interested in her, right?

Curly-haired boy: What, what are you interested in! Gin-san, am I that kind of person?

Illustrator: It's obvious that you are. And I have to say, Miss Tonks has a really great figure. She's got a nice curve, and long legs.

Hatchet Girl: She is quite pretty.

Wig: Hmm, I remember there was a big age gap between her and Lupin, right? With such good conditions, why would she fall for such an older man?

Lin Fengjiao: Maybe, this is true love?

Foul-mouthed Man: No, no, no, uncle, I don't believe this is some bullshit true love! It's a conspiracy, this must be a conspiracy! Little sister Tonks has definitely been brainwashed, absolutely!

Upskirt Maniac: The way you eat lemon is so ugly, Mr. Deadpool.

Skull Island Handsome Guy: A person dominated by jealousy!

Foul-mouthed man: What jealousy? Damn it, you actually think I'm jealous of such a sleazy old man? Seriously? How much do you despise me?

Book Artist: You're mistaken, Mr. Deadpool. We think it's Tonks you're jealous of.

Hatchet Girl: Hahahaha, shit!

Lazy Little Kitten: I’m so jealous of Tonks, hahahaha!

Foul-mouthed Man: We can no longer play along, Xiaolili. Uncle, I solemnly declare today that we are no longer friends!

Book artist: It’s so funny, you talk as if we are friends.

The livestream was ablaze with comments, and Lupin, who had unwittingly become the subject of the livestream, was a bit excited. After packing his travel bag, he squatted down and pulled out a brand new letter from a locked side drawer.

It was supposed to be a locked drawer, but in reality, the lock was already rusted. With just a slight bend, the latch would fall completely off. So locking it or not was essentially meaningless, yet Lupin seemed to attach great importance to this ritual.

It seemed as if to him, not locking the letter would be a disservice to its preciousness.

call.

Taking a deep breath, Lupin spread out the letter and stroked every word on it as if it were a treasure.

Dear Mr. Lupin, We are honored to inform you that you have been selected as the new Defense Against Magic professor at Hogwarts. Please go to Hogwarts to complete the induction procedures before the start of school in early September.

—Yours sincerely, Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall.

After reading the contents of the letter again, Lupin was trembling with excitement. This wasn't a dream, this really wasn't a dream! Merlin, he could finally leave this damn place!

As a werewolf hiding among humans, Lupin's life can be described as extremely poor.

In the entire magical world, no department or organization would be willing to hire an unstable werewolf to work for them.

Helpless Lupin had to huddle on the edge of the dark jungle in Albania these years, relying on collecting herbs and alchemical materials to survive.

Yes, this is not called living at all...it can only be called survival.

After all, selling these materials through formal channels also requires a certificate from the Ministry of Magic. Without this certificate, Lupin can only take the black market route.

And those black market merchants were obviously all black-hearted guys. The items they bought from Lupin were usually only about one tenth of the market price.

But Lupin had no choice. Apart from trading with these unscrupulous merchants, what else could he do? After all, he was a werewolf, an alien in the eyes of wizards.

This is why he was so excited when he received the offer letter.

Gaining recognition from Hogwarts means that he can finally return to the long-lost wizarding world with confidence.

of course.

Lupin also knew that the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was cursed by Voldemort, after all, he was a member of the Order of the Phoenix in his youth. These secrets could not be hidden from him.

But so what?

He felt that his current life was more terrifying than the curse of Voldemort.

"I don't want to stay in this damn place anymore, ever!" Putting down the letter, Lupin clenched his fists, his eyes full of fighting spirit.

But at this moment, he did not notice that a black hole suddenly opened up behind him.

"My dear friend, I'm afraid you can't get what you want." A sinister voice sounded behind him, and Lupin was stunned.

All petrified!

A sharp voice sounded, and just as Lupin reacted, he became rigid.

Tapping.

Unhurried footsteps passed behind him, and a short, plump figure slowly came into view, picking up the letter of appointment on the table. "The great master is truly as foresighted as ever. You have indeed been appointed professor by Dumbledore, my dear friend."

The figure slowly turned around, and Lupin was indescribably shocked: It's you?!

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The person who appeared before Lupin's eyes was a short man with thinning hair and small eyes. He was wearing a gray striped suit and his skin looked extremely pale.

Peter Pettigrew?!

Looking at his former friend, the petrified Lupin cried out inwardly. How could this be possible? How could this be possible? Why was he here? Wasn't he killed by Sirius?

Like everyone else, Lupin used to think that it was Sirius who betrayed the Potters and caused the explosion that killed all the Muggles on the street and Peter Pettigrew.

But now, seeing Peter Pettigrew appearing in front of him so openly, his cognition became confused.

What’s going on? What is happening?

"Hey, I know you're surprised now, right?"

Looking at Lupin, who had been petrified with only two eyeballs still moving, Peter Pettigrew laughed shrilly and said, "You must be wondering why I'm still alive. Shouldn't I have been killed by Sirius? Isn't that right?"