Ian didn't reach out.
"Of course, I know how dangerous werewolf blood is." Ian put on his dragon skin gloves. He wasn't unfamiliar with the issues of werewolf blood and its contagion—within the magic world, the blood of werewolves is like a certain type of viral infection, spread through wounds, and those infected can pass it on to their offspring.
"Precisely because I know how dangerous this disease is, we have to cure it, right? For everyone." Ian started speaking about lofty ideals again.
"You're actually calling this a disease?"
Lupin snorted.
"It's a curse! A very terrifying curse!"
He finally revealed his less studious side.
"Wanna bet? If I can cure this disease, you'll work for me for a hundred years." Ian was full of confidence. He already had a direction for his research on improving the wolf poison potion.
He just needed a living werewolf test subject and a virus sample.
"What kind of work?"
Lupin frowned.
"That's something for later." Ian revealed his cautious side as a Ravenclaw student. He had ambitions; he wanted to do something as significant as the Golden General's US Dollar in the wizarding world. This was a big deal, so Ian wasn't about to casually reveal his plans to open a currency factory in the future to others.
"I don't think I can live for a hundred years."
Lupin chuckled, assuming the little wizard was joking. Seeing Ian still wanting to draw his blood, he immediately pulled down his sleeve.
"No worries, you can have your son finish the work you can't complete." Ian looked regretfully at Lupin's arm, feeling that the babysitter Dumbledore found lacked trust in him.
"You actually think I would have descendants?"
Lupin laughed bitterly like he had heard a joke from hell, "That's something that will never happen. You know, no father would want their child to be born a werewolf just like them."
Saying that.
Lupin let out a heavy sigh.
The tone was sad.
He too had girls he liked.
"So, curing the disease is crucial." Ian, demonstrating his competence, took out a bunch of high-level magic potions he had brewed.
However.
This not only failed to convince Lupin but actually made him stare wide-eyed in shock.
"Did you clean out Snape's little treasury!?"
He looked incredulously at the potions Ian had filled the entire room with.
"A good uncle even has a little treasury!?"
Ian's eyes lit up instantly.
"Uh... turns out it's not. If you drop the idea of researching me, I might be willing to tell you where Snape's little treasury is."
Lupin's tone sounded somewhat regretful. He was still trying to persuade the young wizard not to attempt dangerous endeavors, worried that Ian would run off to Diagon Alley to find other werewolves for his so-called research.
"Never mind, solving the werewolf issue will make me more money." Ian's persevering spirit shone through, leaving Lupin momentarily unsure how to respond.
"I'm going to find Dumbledore."
He could only think of "telling the principal" as a course of action.
"Dumbledore will support me, don't you know? In school, they all call me Ian Dumbledore!" Ian had figured out how well Lupin understood him.
He directly played the fox borrowing the might of the tiger.
"Hmm?"
Lupin indeed froze for a moment, his expression gradually turning to one of doubt and uncertainty.
"Anti-inflammatory!"
Ian whistled.
"Look, this is my Phoenix!"
He grabbed the black phoenix that emerged from the void. To add to its persuasiveness, he even tried to dye the struggling bird's feathers right there.
"Kreee-kreee!"
The black phoenix's terrified cries echoed throughout Lupin's room. The young werewolf felt his brain might be overloaded and couldn't tell if Ian was speaking the truth or a lie.
"Although it looks a bit odd, and its call is quite abstract... that feeling of Apparition just now..." Lupin had to convince himself that the "black chicken" Ian was holding might really be a phoenix. He suddenly realized that Albus Dumbledore's serious and concerned expression when sending him here might not just be for the sake of caring for a Hogwarts student.
"Really, I brew wolf poison potions like a champ." Ian failed to hold on to the black phoenix, which used Apparition to escape, leaving him with a mouthful of phoenix feathers and hands covered with the bird's retaliatory saliva.
"It's not a matter of whether you can brew the potion or not..."
Lupin still wanted to advise the young wizard.
However.
"Knock, knock, knock~"
There was a knock on the door outside.
"Ian, Ian, it's time to eat. Ask Uncle Lupin if he'll have a meal?" It was Catherine's childish voice, with an urgency that suggested cabbage and meat might get snatched up by the other kids.
"Let's eat first, we'll talk about this later."
Ian put everything back into his money bag.
"You all go ahead, I'm not going out tonight. Although it's not a full moon, I need everyone to get used to my habits." Lupin sighed in relief and waved at the young wizard.
"Mr. Lupin, have a good think; do you want to spend your life in the shadows or embrace the hope of standing under the sun... Even if it's just a glimmer of hope, I think you should grasp it." Ian turned back and spoke softly to Lupin, who avoided his gaze. Then he opened the door and walked outside.