Chapter 47: Lupin: I

Frank stood in front of Johnson, slowly raised his head, and summoned the illusory Lamp Pot. "I make a wish!"

"My wish is, next, the moment I step out of the door, I will arrive at a place that can help Johnson, and meet the person currently most suitable to help Johnson!"

【This wish consumption points has no upper limit. Do you want to consume all current points to make the wish?】

"Yes!" Frank confirmed directly without a second thought. He placed all hope on the Genie's wish gift.

The light pouring out of the Lamp Pot drew brilliant light circles in the air, and then crashed head-on into the key in Frank's hand.

Under the infiltration of the wish power, this key emitted a strange light.

Afterward, under the carving of an invisible force, the number seven appeared on the front of the key, and a dividing line appeared on the back. To the left of the dividing line was a starry sky dotted with gems, and to the right was a mysterious planet shrouded in fog.

This number again? What magic does this number have?

Frank didn't understand, but after the key's change ended, he still decisively twisted the key in his hand toward the air in front of him.

With the turning of the key, a door different from the others appeared in front of Frank. There were four animal hollow patterns around the door, and at the very top of the door was a dragon head.

"Brother, rest assured, I will return very soon and completely save you!"

Frank muttered, and stepped into the door.

Above a barren open space, the full moon was slowly rising. The moonlight shone on the open space, illuminating a human silhouette.

My name is Remus Lupin, age confidential, currently homeless, unemployed person, that is, the legendary freelancer. I can only barely fall asleep late every night.

I never drink milk before bed because of economic problems; I can't afford milk at all. Whenever I see the morning sun the next day, I think about whether I should see another sun the next day.

However, I never think about this problem on the night of the full moon, because I am a werewolf. Whenever this night comes, I always have to find a place where there is no one, so as not to hurt people in my frenzy.

Various doctors have examined me, and they all say I have problems, from psychology to body, full of problems.

Lupin poked the campfire in front of him boredly. The flickering firelight illuminated his graying hair, the wrinkles on his face, and that patched robe.

It's almost time. By then, I will become a werewolf without the slightest sanity.

Lupin sighed long. This problem had existed since he was very young. After so many years, he had gradually gotten used to it.

As his vision became increasingly clear, Lupin knew he was starting to transform. But at this critical moment, a door emitting light appeared abruptly on the other side of the campfire.

Portkey?! Who would set a portkey in this place?

No! No matter who it is, don't come out at this time! I can't control myself!

"Run!" Lupin stared with wide eyes, grabbing the last moment of clarity and opening his mouth. Afterward, he felt his body move, pouncing toward the figure appearing in the door.

Pa!

After a loud noise, Lupin's thoughts sank into silence in guilt.

"What the..." Frank, who came out, was startled. Fortunately, he heard Lupin's well-intentioned reminder; otherwise, it wouldn't have been a kick, but a direct shot.

Where is this?

Frank looked up at the sky. It was still night, but why was the moon's position a bit further ahead than when it started?

Besides, even in the suburbs, there should always be a bit of satellite signal...

Frank opened his phone, looking at the sign of no signal on it, and thought in his heart.

Forget it, if it's gone, it's gone...

Frank put the phone away, squatted down, and poked this life form lying in front of him.

This is a werewolf?

"Hey, hey, wake up, wake up." Frank pushed him twice. Werewolf Lupin was in a deep coma.

Finished... I shouldn't have kicked the doctor who could treat Johnson to death, right!

Frank was a bit nervous, reaching out to check Lupin's breathing. It was rhythmic, strong, and powerful. It seemed he was still alive.

Phew... Frank breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, fortunately, but this werewolf was really too weak, not even as good as the Daywalker's ordinary human form.

Looking left and right, there wasn't a ghost of a shadow in this wilderness. Frank had no choice but to lift the werewolf up, place him by the campfire, and then sit alone on the side, waiting for dawn.

To tell the truth, Frank was afraid that if he walked away, this unconscious werewolf could be eaten by wild beasts.

Not long after, when the moon began to set, the werewolf characteristics on Lupin, such as that fur and those fangs, began to fade away gradually.

However, it might be that Frank's kick was slightly heavy; Lupin still didn't wake up. Fortunately, the snoring sound coming from his mouth represented that his life should be worry-free.

Daylight arrived, and Lupin gradually woke up.

"Awake? To tell the truth, you are the most pathetic werewolf I have ever seen, none of them." Frank fiddled with the campfire ashes in front of him and said to Lupin.

"Ah..." Lupin's memory recovered. He understood that he had failed in his attack and was directly knocked down by the other party. "Sorry, I didn't mean to. Didn't bite you, right?"

Frank shook his head.

Lupin was incredibly relieved. Werewolves are infectious; people bitten by werewolves will gradually transform into werewolves. He was like that when he was young.

"Speaking of which, are the werewolves here so incompetent? When transforming, they can't even keep their sanity?" Frank followed up and asked.

"How can a werewolf keep sanity on the night of the full moon..." Lupin's tone was full of helplessness.

"Of course there are." Frank showed a smile toward Lupin. Wouldn't the doctor be hooked now?

Lupin was excited for a moment, then became decadent again. "Don't joke around. This world has never had that kind of person..."

"Hmm-hum, so it's not this world."

Lupin looked at Frank in confusion. What did it mean by not this world?

Frank aimed his gun behind him, pulled the trigger, and a light of more than ten meters flashed. A trench was lifted on the ground behind him.

Lupin had lived in the mortal world for so many years—oh, no, here it should be called the Muggle world. Firearms were natural to him, but he had never heard of one with such exaggerated power. This didn't count as a gun; it counted as a cannon, right!

Jumping into the trench, Lupin measured it up and down. This trench was nearly two meters deep and over ten meters long. Ordinary small-caliber cannons couldn't fire this out!

"You really come from another world?!" Lupin climbed up from the trench, his eyes looking at Frank, expecting his answer.

"Of course."

Having received the answer, Lupin calmed down. "What can I do for you?"

"My friend fell into a coma. He suffered mental pollution..." Frank simply described Johnson's situation. "I found you after making a wish, so you must have a way to solve Johnson's problem."

"Wish?"

"You can take it as a kind of prophecy, divination, or something."

"Oh~" Lupin understood now. It was just like that prophecy of the boy who lived, right.

"Actually, I don't understand your side. If it's an attack similar to fear, sadness, have you used drugs like Joy Potion?" Lupin thought for a while and continued.

"Joy Potion?"

"A kind of magic potion that can neutralize negative emotions and mobilize positive emotions, but you need to control the dosage, otherwise side effects are easy to appear..."

"Where can I buy it?" Frank became excited.

"Er... it needs a bit of time. To prevent hurting people, I stayed away from the crowd, and I'm not sure if that black market is still there." Lupin pointed in a direction and said.

"Trouble leading the way, let's set off!" ===== CHAPTER 48 =====