Chapter 30: Working Man Lupin

'Lupin? A werewolf?'

Link instantly became interested. Because the third-year Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts in the original story was a werewolf named Lupin, and Link really liked this character.

According to the storyline, this Lupin should still be in the stage of wandering around doing odd jobs to make a living.

So, the Lupin mentioned by New Oriental just now, could he be the same Lupin from Link's memory?

With a bit of anticipation, Link slowly leaned back into his seat. And just as the bell for class rang, a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

It was a middle-aged man who looked extremely haggard and tired. Wrinkles were obvious on his face, some gray hair was visible, and the trench coat he was wearing was covered in patches.

It must be said, just in terms of temperament, he indeed matched the farm and the students present here quite well.

But the corners of Link's mouth lifted the moment he saw him. Because this was indeed the person from his memory, Remus Lupin.

"Good afternoon, everyone. I am your intern teacher Remus Lupin, but you can also directly call me Mr. Lupin." Lupin took out a thick book from his weathered briefcase and said after opening it, "Next, I'll explain The Magic of Language to you. I hope it will be helpful to you."

Hearing this, Link immediately sat up straight and also pulled out his quick-recording quill to take notes.

Although the previous Speed Spell class had been disappointing, he believed this class would be different, because the person teaching this time was Lupin.

Opposite to Link's excitement, the other students who had been very active in the last class, even Filch, showed no interest in Lupin. Some didn't even acknowledge him and directly walked out of the classroom as if no one else was there.

This left Link quite confused.

Then Filch suddenly leaned over and whispered to Link, "Link, during the break I asked around. This Professor Lupin has been substitute teaching for nearly a month, but what he teaches is all sorts of weird nonsense, nobody understands a word. So I'm saying, how about we skip class and go eat instead?"

Hearing that, Link's eyes widened, he simply couldn't believe it. Someone like Lupin, who would later be hired by Dumbledore to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, is now teaching nonsense?

That's simply the biggest joke in the world.

"If you want to go, go by yourself. I still want to attend the class."

Link shouted loudly. Seeing this, Filch curled his lips, carefully protected the notes he had taken earlier, and walked out of the classroom.

Soon after, more than half of the classroom had emptied. On the podium, Lupin appeared quite embarrassed as well.

He forced a smile at those who stayed, and then continued, "Thank you all for being willing to stay and attend my class. Then, let's get to the main topic."

"First, we must be clear on one point, the language we use and the words we speak actually carry magic. Because in a sense, they are a manifestation of our personal will."

"Specific words, when combined with strong emotion, can to some extent control the flow of magic. The spell system we use now was gradually refined and stabilized based on this principle. Of course, compared to precise wording, the emotions we convey when speaking are actually the key."

"As long as you have magic, and your emotions and will are aligned, slight mispronunciations of spells won't matter too much. That's also why, although wizards in other countries don't use Latin-based spells, they can still use magic. Once we understand this point, we can proceed to the next step…"

As Professor Lupin continued to lecture on the podium, the quick-recording quill on Link's desk was writing away automatically.

Link himself was already completely immersed in the ocean of knowledge, and in front of his eyes a large stream of information appeared:

[Refilling Spell Lv4 Experience +1 +1 +1...]

What Lupin was teaching greatly benefited Link and just happened to provide a new idea for advancing his Endless Refilling Spell.

Although his current mental power was still insufficient to precisely control magic, what if he followed Lupin's method, combining words with intense emotion?

Link felt this had great potential.

As soon as class ended, Link gathered his emotions and impatiently picked up his wand, pointed it at his already curved left hand holding a bowl, and chanted:

"Replenish!"

Gurgle~ Gurgle~

A barely audible sound of flowing water was heard, and before Link knew it, a puddle of clear water appeared in his palm.

This made Link shout "YES!" uncontrollably.

Although the effect of the spell was very simple, it was cast with Link's palm as the container, which meant he had already mastered the technique of changing the target container for the Refilling Spell, and brought his mastery of it to a whole new level.

At the same time, he also understood why the other students said Lupin's class was meaningless.

After all, even though Lupin was already using very simple and understandable explanations, this kind of knowledge still wasn't something just anyone could comprehend.

At least not the Squibs and losers sitting here. Even if they understood, Link doubted whether they could activate this knowledge with their soul.

After all, each of them couldn't even cast the simplest Levitation Charm.

So, for them, that earlier Professor Andrew's inspirational "chicken soup" class was more valuable.

At least that could help them regain confidence and become passionate again.

After confirming this, Link shook his head, suppressed his inner excitement, and ran out of the classroom as if flying.

Reality had already proven to Link that Lupin was indeed capable, so Link wanted to talk to him again. A professor as outstanding as him shouldn't be wasting away in this rotten place.

But he had barely run out when he saw Lupin and New Oriental standing in a remote, empty corridor, talking about something.

Link curiously looked at the two of them but didn't go up, he hid in a corner.

He really wanted to hear what the two of them were saying.

"…Alright then, Remus Lupin, after discussion by our Speed Spell Company's Human Resources Department, we unanimously concluded that you are not suitable for this job. So, I regret to inform you, your internship has failed."

"Is that so?" Hearing New Oriental's lofty tone, Lupin's voice clearly became lower. "That's really unfortunate. May I ask, did I do something wrong?"

"You did a lot wrong. I don't have the patience to explain every bit to you," New Oriental said impatiently. "Alright, get lost. I don't want to see you again."

New Oriental's words were extremely rude, but Lupin wasn't angry because of it. He calmly nodded and then said, "Then, Mr. New Oriental, shouldn't my internship salary be paid to me too?"

"Internship salary? What internship salary?"

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