This is what Ravenclaw looks like.

"No contact?"

"Hedwig couldn't find him... He flew out for a while and then returned confused."

Harry was also confused - this was his first time encountering such a situation.

"The name has been blocked, and the owl's tracing magic has not taken effect..."

Sirius sighed, "The problem is, I don't know who to contact."

He had been squatting in Azkaban for too long, and he was basically out of touch with the magical society. If Hogwarts hadn't taken him in due to the previous generations of school directors, it would have been difficult for Sirius to reintegrate into the magical world.

"Contact me slowly or wait for Remus to contact me..." Sirius scratched the hair that had just sprouted, "Recuperate first... Damn it, how long do I have to stay?"

——

"You shouldn't be fired this month. The day of the full moon happens to be a holiday."

Remus Lupin is now named Cecil Cullen - the latter is not important, if nothing else, it will have to be changed next month.

As a highly discriminated person, his working hours were not long - few wizards were willing to hire werewolves, and he had to rely on fake identification and skilled transfiguration to do odd jobs in the magical world.

But the wages of casual workers are not high - for jobs that do not require identity documents, it is normal to withhold wages or even use so-called probation periods to lower the initial wages. When the time comes, they can just kick people out.

And he basically worked until the day of the full moon and basically said goodbye to his job - the exhaustion and mess after the transformation were all too clear to the shopkeepers who recruited odd jobs.

What can be done?

Even if he was once a Gryffindor prefect, even if he has a lot of certificates, it is still useless. Even if it is an inferior job, people are more willing to recruit normal wizards, let alone people from the Ministry of Magic. Come and check and let me know when you officially join the company...

"I wish I had learned potions properly..."

Lu Ping sighed - compared to other professions, potions, especially those on the black market, are a good place to make money because they only look at the effects and not the people.

But the problem is that when he was in school, his grades were okay, but when it came to the potion market, his talent was not enough, and he was unwilling to make those messy potions, so he couldn't make any money in it.

"You can't be sorry for the dead..."

He sighed again.

He had been sad for his failure to catch Sirius, and also felt sad for the sacrifice of Peter, so he decided to save the last reputation of the four of them and not do anything illegal.

James is dead, that guy Sirius is squatting in Azkaban, and Peter finally sticks to it, just because of his noble character...

But Merlin’s socks…

That idiot Sirius was the victim, and he stayed in Azkaban like a fool claiming to atone for his sins, but that guy Peter was the biggest villain.

"Let's see what the new Daily Prophet says..."

These days, he always takes his boss's Daily Prophet and reads it in his spare time - because it contains the news he urgently needs.

He wanted to urgently meet that idiot and tell Sirius that he admired him, but there was no way - let's not talk about this month's salary issue, how to communicate?

Telling Sirius that he hated him for half his life and then let go?

Would Sirius care? He didn't know, and he was afraid of knowing.

And, how to get into Hogwarts? Dumbledore had already made exceptions back then, so how could he make exceptions now? Let a werewolf enter a place where a group of students are?

The school board would not accept such a proposal unless they were crazy. The entire magical world will hate them!

He sighed and took one last look at the message in the newspaper.

[Recruiting a temporary professor of History of Magic...]

‘How about in the name of recruitment? ’

'Forget it, don't cause trouble for Dumbledore, I have done too many wrong things when I was studying...'

'Work peacefully, Lupin, if Sirius comes looking for you, he will find you...'

He continued to work - but forgot one thing. In order to avoid warning letters from the Ministry of Magic every full moon, he had turned off his name positioning long ago.

——

"The Daily Prophet from three days ago, great stuff."

"No, wow, Hogwarts is recruiting a history professor. Why don't you give it a try when you go out?"

"What are you thinking, are we going to be professors? Hehe, I'll go out and pour out my potions. I won't even touch smuggling!"

Not a famous smuggler, but a potion master who was reportedly caught smuggling for the first time said this about the Daily Prophet's recruitment advertisement.

"Can you make money?"

"Nonsense, I will be a big businessman when you get out... Didn't you smell the potion that you brewed secretly last time? I'm going out to try to increase the fertility rate in the magic world by one-fifth."

"Maybe you can get the Order of Merlin..."

——

"It's really tough..."

Andrew sighed, his eyes brightening a little.

More than half a month later, he finally saw the prototype of success.

After referring to a bunch of failed models, he finally used magic to turn the external restrictions into a chrysalis.

While this is not the strongest structure, mysteriously enough it is the one that can withstand the most restraints.

The external deformation is used to increase the restriction, and the internal deformation technique is used to increase the diffusion ability.

This is almost the most powerful combination of transformation techniques that he can think of and master at this stage.

‘It depends on this time. ’

Andrew re-examined the can of beans and double-checked his full hazmat suit.

"start…"

He waved his wand, pointed it carefully at the can of beans and began to cast the spell.

"Spray, transform, suppress..."

He patiently used this Transfiguration on the jar, turning it into a huge cocoon, and spread the Transfiguration concept of spraying all over it.

"Internal Transfiguration..."

Cast more carefully...

Finally, cause the Transfiguration to overlap...

Then...

"Bang!"

After Andrew withdrew the suppressed Transfiguration power, countless granular objects sprayed everywhere, and each existence that fell on the ground dyed the floor green, and then revealed the original beans.

As the beans reappeared, the ground turned green - not a simple dye, but a small amount of Transfiguration power!

"Success..."

Let's do something more complicated!

The beans that were collected again were put into the jar, and the Transfiguration power on the ground was easily wiped out by Andrew.

"It's a little harder, this time it turns into sand..."

It still works - the whole laboratory was easily turned into a beach. Although it was only a thin layer due to the magic, there is no doubt that the Transfiguration spread to the whole room.

…

‘So, spraying is not the answer either, but spreading and erosion…’

After more than a dozen successes, Andrew finally grasped the key point and successfully doubled the effect of his irregular range casting.

‘That’s almost the limit of my research…’

He smiled tiredly and found a comfortable chair to sit down.

“Next, I will report to Professor McGonagall and start learning range casting in an orthodox way…and keep this spell…I have a feeling that it has more potential than I thought.”