"Wait, what's your name?"
Vison paused slightly after Lupin revealed his identity.
Although he couldn't remember many details from Harry Potter, he still had a faint impression of Lupin.
Wasn't he... a werewolf?
Seeing Vison's reaction, Lupin's expression instantly tensed. He lowered his eyes slightly, instinctively avoiding Vison's gaze.
"My name is Remus Lupin, sir," he repeated quietly.
"Oh, okay, Mr. Lupin." Vison, seeing Lupin's reaction, patted him on the shoulder. "Don't be nervous, Mr. Lupin. When will you be free to come help me? Preferably before September—that's when I'll get really busy..."
Lupin was slightly stunned by Vison's casual answer. Then he let out a subtle sigh of relief.
It seemed the man in front of him hadn't recognized his real identity, nor noticed his... furry condition.
He quietly observed Vison's face, confirming that the man really just wanted help and wasn't testing him. Slowly, Lupin's tense shoulders relaxed.
"Within two months?" he murmured, thinking for a moment. "My time is pretty open now. I can start anytime."
Vison nodded with satisfaction.
He didn't care whether this man was a werewolf, a dog-man, or a cat-man. In the original story, Remus Lupin was an excellent wizard, and that was enough.
Vison just didn't want his plantation ruined by someone who knew nothing.
As long as the plants were well taken care of, hiring a werewolf was no big deal.
Vison pulled a dark card from his pocket and handed it to Lupin. "This is the address."
Lupin took the card and glanced at it.
The card's texture felt unique, like some kind of treated bark. Elegant writing stretched across it:
17 Privet Drive
Sunshine, Daisies, and Sweet Cream Potted Plant Shop
Manager: Eldrein Vissen
"Sunshine, Daisies, and Sweet Cream?" Lupin read softly, the corner of his mouth twitching.
"That's right. Nice name, isn't it?" Vison chuckled.
Though Lupin didn't quite agree, he nodded politely and carefully slipped the card into his pocket.
"Then… see you tomorrow afternoon?" he asked, looking up.
"No problem." Vison extended his hand. "I hope you won't regret taking this job."
The next day, Lupin arrived at the given address right on time.
Though it was set in a typical Muggle neighborhood, there was nothing unusual about it.
Many wizards hid among Muggles for safety and anonymity.
Lupin spotted the shop immediately.
A small sign hung on the door, and as he approached, glowing words appeared:
Remus Lupin is hereby entered.
This was clearly the place.
He reached out and pushed open the door. Wind chimes jingled softly as he stepped inside.
Lupin paused, his eyes quickly sweeping over the shop.
The lighting was gentle, the air fresh with the scent of soil and leaves. Wooden shelves lined the room, filled with potted plants—some common in the Muggle world, others clearly magical.
A normal shop, Lupin thought, nodding to himself.
"You're finally here, Mr. Lupin."
Vison's voice came from behind the counter. He was lounging lazily in a chair, waiting.
Lupin turned his gaze to Vison, who smiled at him as if he'd been waiting all morning.
Seeing Lupin still standing near the door, Vison waved him in. "Come in, Mr. Lupin."
Lupin took a few steps forward, closing the distance. His eyes flicked around once more—everything still looked ordinary.
"So, boss," Lupin raised an eyebrow slightly. "What exactly is my job here?"
"It's simple," Vison stood up and rounded the counter, walking to the middle of the shop. "Take care of these plants, make sure they grow healthy, and help out around the shop."
As he spoke, he plucked a plant from the shelf—its tiny leaves shimmered gold.
"For example, this one. Look, this is Two-Ear Grass. Do you know how to care for it?"
Lupin frowned and leaned in, inspecting the pot.
"Two-Ear Grass is pretty hardy. Doesn't need much special care and rarely wilts unless the environment is extreme," he said slowly. "But… I've never seen golden Two-Ear Grass."
Vison nodded, pleased. At least Lupin knew his herbs.
"Good, Mr. Lupin. Don't doubt it—this is Two-Ear Grass. Maybe the color's mutated a bit, but trust me, it's the same plant."
He set the pot back on the shelf.
Lupin watched, thoughtful, then asked, "Is this really it? Sounds pretty easy."
"Of course," Vison smirked, crossing his arms and leaning back. "But that's just the basics."
Lupin lifted an eyebrow. "There's more?"
"Did you think I'd hire a wizard just to water plants and prune leaves?" Vison shrugged. "That'd be a waste."
Lupin's curiosity flickered. Yesterday, Vison had mentioned a big plantation—that must be where the real work was.
"Uh-huh." Vison grinned, turning toward the back door. "Come with me, Mr. Lupin. I'll show you the real job."
He pushed open the door behind the counter and gestured for Lupin to follow.
After a brief hesitation, Lupin stepped through.
They emerged onto a large lawn. At its center stood a grand tree that, for now, looked like a simple oak—though Lupin could sense something more.
Three sheds ringed the clearing.
Vison led Lupin across the grass toward the farthest one.
"This place is bigger than I expected," Lupin murmured, glancing around.
Vison chuckled, glancing over his shoulder. "Of course."
They reached the shed door. A large Roman numeral "III" marked it.
Vison stepped up and knocked. Instantly, the door swung open from within.
"Welcome to Shed No. 3, Mr. Lupin," Vison said, stepping aside. "This is where we'll really be working."