Rio de Janeiro, Brazil...
Evening...
"Look, the magic gathering place here is much more normal, although they still don't speak English..."
Kaisen and Lupin, wands in hand, slowly passed through a huge wooden door, and the magical world of Brazil appeared before them.
"Hmm, I can only say their nightlife is truly rich, they even have a bonfire party."
The two found a table on the second floor of a pub, sitting at an outdoor table, and soon Lupin brought over two terrifyingly large beers.
He carefully examined the two drinks, then smelled them carefully, and only relaxed after confirming they were not poisoned.
Meanwhile, Kaisen was carefully reading a letter in his hand.
This was a valuable lesson he learned in Uruguay; how did that saying go, 'When you're out and about, more friends mean more opportunities.'
He had a bit of a reputation in the Alchemy world, and although Brazil was in South America, not Europe, quite a few Brazilian Alchemists knew of him.
For example, the sender of this letter meticulously introduced him to the entrance of the Brazilian magic world and the exact locations of two crystal mines, Minas and Killas.
"Hmm, honestly, this beer is good. Butterbeer isn't bad, but compared to this, it's a bit cloying."
Seeing this, Kaisen also put away the letter, picked up his glass, and poured it into his mouth.
"When do we leave?" Lupin asked.
"Tomorrow... not necessarily. It's so lively here tonight, honestly, I don't even want to sleep. Not enjoying this joy and going to sleep feels like a waste." Kaisen looked at the huge bonfire downstairs, sighing somewhat.
"That's fine, but I can't drink too much. This isn't England after all; one of us must remain sober."
"Alright." Kaisen shrugged, draining the beer in his glass. Then, with the aid of the pub's magic, it was quickly refilled, and the number '1' appeared on the glass wall.
"Oh ho? This pub magic is quite humane, afraid I'd be 'fishing'?"
"Who knows." Lupin nodded.
Soon, the two chatted idly.
Kaisen complained to Lupin about Dumbledore's shamelessness, cheating the poor Professor out of his hard-earned wages.
His students, the mischievous Little Wizards, and his proud colleagues.
And after two or three drinks... forgive Kaisen, he couldn't tell if the number on Lupin's glass was 3, 4, or 8, but in any case, Lupin also opened up.
He began to reveal his true identity for the first time, although he believed that the Professor sitting opposite him, whose eyes were already starting to glaze over, should have already known his Werewolf identity from Dumbledore.
But Dumbledore protecting the Professor's safety and him saying it himself were different.
"Hmm... you used to be a Wizard, and now you've become... *hic*..." Kaisen hiccuped as he spoke, clearing up a little, and slowly lowered his voice: "A Werewolf Wizard."
"Yes." Lupin admitted readily; he never liked deceiving friends.
Even if the friend in front of him had known his identity for a long time, he still needed an open and honest conversation. This had nothing to do with truth or Werewolves.
It was purely honesty between friends; if he didn't confess, he couldn't get over the hurdle in his own heart.
"Actually, your current Werewolf Wizard state might... only might, remember the milk I gave you at my place on Baker Street?" Kaisen shook his head, pushing back the hair covering his eyes.
"What about that milk?"
"That milk can detoxify, or rather, cure Dark Arts curses, almost all of them, any external forces. I gave you the milk after Dumbledore told me you were a Werewolf... your gaze is so strange, I'll show you."
Kaisen rested one hand on his cheek, pondering for a long time, and finally took out a bottle of fire-resistance potion and pushed it over.
"Drink it. This is fire-resistance potion."
Lupin picked up the bottle and drank it all. Seeing this, Kaisen pulled Lupin's hand, no longer propping up his face with the other hand, but instead lit a flame and held it under Lupin's hand, roasting it.
"How is it? The effect is good, isn't it? After drinking this, you could even swim in lava." Kaisen said proudly.
"Good work."
"Then drink the milk." Kaisen pushed another glass of milk over.
After Lupin finished the milk, at Kaisen's signal, he reached out and touched the flame again, then quickly withdrew his hand.
Cold sweat immediately broke out all over him, and he looked at the empty milk glass in his hand with a pale face...
"This stuff actually works? You're not tricking me, are you?" He looked up, eyes wide, at Kaisen.
The latter shook his head: "Of course I wouldn't trick you, but I don't know what's going on with your situation. I haven't studied Werewolves before. I don't know if it's the Werewolf venom infecting your body, or if you've been transformed into a Werewolf."
"If... *hic*... if you're the former, the milk works; if you're the latter, it doesn't."
Lupin's mood once again plummeted. Over the years, he had naturally studied his Werewolf identity carefully, naturally knowing the difference between the two, and also knowing that he had been completely transformed.
What was called a Werewolf was not some external force to him, so this miraculous milk was naturally useless to him.
"But luckily, you met me. In a sense... for the second type... I should also have a direction."
"Hmm." Lupin looked in surprise at Kaisen, who was holding a wine glass and pouring it into his mouth.
The next moment, he and the glass disappeared, reappearing behind him, steadying his back.
"How's my teleportation magic? This isn't Apparition."
Kaisen sat back down in his seat and mumbled.
"Amazing."
"This is what I meant, if you're the second situation, I still have a way to help you."
Saying that, he directly placed a grinding wheel on the table, put one hand directly on the grinding wheel, grasped the handle with the other hand, and started turning it.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Kaisen, what are you doing! Self-harm?" Lupin quickly leaned most of his body over the table, forcefully separating Kaisen's bleeding hand from that damned grinding wheel.
After applying dittany to his injured palm, he didn't forget to pull out his wand and cast a full-power Vanishing Charm on the bloodstains on the table.
To prevent curses that use blood as a medium from finding Kaisen.
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