He took a comfortable, hot shower, changed into clean clothes, and cleaned the wizard's robe, hanging it in front of the window to bask in the sun.
Soon, old Tom, the owner of the bar, brought a hot meal: a large portion of fragrant roast suckling pig, a small plate of marinated eel, a small plate of fruit salad, and a glass of butterbeer.
Anton raised his index and middle fingers, gesturing with a double, "Two servings, sir."
Old Tom looked at his stomach curiously, "Perhaps ye can't consume that much, old chap."
Anton laughed and patted the box next to him, saying, "I have a sick man to eat too."
"???" Old Tom walked away with a strange expression.
He has been running a tavern for most of his life, and he has never seen anything like this before. Hey, he has never seen such a thing.
Putting a sick man in a suitcase and walking around, what kind of weird behavior is this?
When he brought the food again, he was surprised to find that it was really like this, and...
"Lupin?!!!"
Lupin raised his head and smiled with a pale face full of cold sweat, saying, "Old Tom, long time no see."
Old Tom didn't have any joy of reuniting after a long absence. He stared at Lupin coldly, and then at Anton, saying, "Others might not be aware, but I happen to know Lupin. We don't exactly extend a warm welcome to werewolves around these parts, y'see!"
Lupin was silent for a moment, then sighed, "I'll leave now. Let him stay. I'm not familiar with him."
Old Tom hesitated for a moment, staring at Anton suspiciously.
Anton smiled and waved, saying, "No need, I'll go with him."
"No, I can't take care of you in my current state!" Lupin was anxious. He stared at Anton and said seriously, "Kid, listen. I'm a werewolf, and I can't keep you by my side all the time. It's too dangerous for you."
Anton shrugged, "Then stand up and take two steps?"
Lupin struggled for a moment, snapped, and fell back on the bed.
The result was obvious, and Anton didn't expect the Cruciatus Curse to inflict so much damage on Lupin. He also wondered if it had the same effect on most people, considering it is one of the three Unforgivable Curses.
Anton probably remembers Neville, who was marketed as a 'Gryffindor Juggernaut'. Both his parents were Aurors of the Ministry of Magic and members of the Order of the Phoenix. Despite his strength, he was tortured by Voldemort's subordinate, Bella, with the Cruciatus Curse. He became a lunatic and has been confined to St. Mungo's Hospital for over ten years without recovery.
Lupin was obviously seriously injured, but Old Tom insisted, saying, "You can't stay here!"
"I will leave," Lupin said, looking lonely.
Anton looked at Old Tom with a smile, "Before I leave, maybe I can enjoy this lunch? I haven't eaten meat for a long time."
After speaking, without waiting for Old Tom's agreement, he rubbed his hands, sat down, and ate with relish.
Old Tom looked at the two of them, pursed his lips, and finally smiled at Anton, saying, "Let's eat." After speaking, he turned and left.
The taste of roast suckling pig is exquisite!
The pig's skin was roasted to a crispy perfection, and underneath it was a layer of flavorful fat. With each bite, the combination of the fatty and lean pork belly released a burst of rich sauce.
Anton's eyes lit up, as he had lost hope for British food.
"So delicious!"
Oh my god, he hasn't smelled meat in two months!
Anton excitedly took the plate and placed Lupin's portion on the bed, "You can sit up and have a little, at least to regain some strength."
Lupin lowered his head and remained silent, his messy hair covering his eyes, leaving his thoughts unknown.
"Discrimination is prevalent in this world," Anton enlightened with a smile, and Lupin raised his head in astonishment.
"In the wizarding world, pure-bloods discriminate against mixed-bloods, half-bloods discriminate against Muggle-borns, and Muggle-borns discriminate against non-magical Muggles. Those who come from wizarding schools discriminate against outcasts. To expand further, even intelligent creatures such as goblins, house-elves, werewolves, vampires, centaurs, and veelas face discrimination from humans..."
Anton took a big sip of butterbeer and continued, "Even pure-blooded families exhibit superiority and discrimination."
He chuckled, saying, "Discrimination is everywhere. Everyone is at a certain link in the chain of discrimination. Unless your strength reaches Dumbledore's level, there is no way to avoid it."
Lupin raised his head and looked at Anton, who was chatting, with a hint of emotion on his face.
He had never heard such an argument before. Usually, his friends were supportive, encouraging him to showcase his talents so that everyone could recognize him.
"Don't expect others to agree with you," Anton waved his arms, and his small body seemed to possess the spirit of a powerful keyboard master. "You should be aware of this kind of discrimination, acknowledge the status quo, and find a path that suits you!"
"A path to survive?" Lupin murmured.
"Yes!" Anton grabbed a pig's trotter and took a bite. "Your spells look very powerful. Maybe you could become a professor."
Lupin smiled, a bitter smile. "Who would want a werewolf as a teacher?"
"Wow~" A dirty cloth bag overturned, and a pile of Galleons tumbled out, forming a hill on the bed.
Anton pointed at himself with a smile. "Me!"
"My teacher is gone!" Anton acted sad. "He was killed by you and died a miserable death. Now I have no teacher, no one to teach me magic, and even survival is difficult."
"You have to compensate me and teach me magic spells! Of course, I will pay you for your services!"
Lupin's mouth twitched; he wanted to say, You killed your teacher!
"Wow!" Anton's clean left hand grabbed a handful of golden Galleons and placed them in Lupin's hand.
"Then we can reach a mutually satisfactory agreement like this!"
Lupin wanted to refuse, but the dazzling color of the gold and his desperate need for money left him tangled and conflicted. Ultimately, under the weight of life's burdens, he let out a sigh of frustration. He had to look at Anton seriously and say, "You have to stay away from me during the night of the full moon!"
Anton finished his sumptuous lunch in just three bites, then walked towards the bustling traffic outside the window and lightly tapped on the window with his fingers.
"Perhaps we should consider living in the Muggle world. Whether it's Potions or Galleons, they will be crucial resources in the future."
"What do you think, Mr. Lupin? I value your opinion."
He turned his head and looked serious, but saw Lupin struggling to pick up a piece of meat with his fork, but unable to do so.
"???"
Anton quickly stepped forward, staring closely at Lupin with a serious expression. "Does the Cruciatus Curse inflict such harm on you?"
Lupin raised his head, struggling to force a smile.
"It's nothing." He muttered, before collapsing.
"Lupin?!!". Anton exclaimed, stunned.