HP: For a better world

I woke up from the endless darkness, and just as I opened my eyes, I saw a girl with big front teeth looking at me in surprise.

"Weiss! You're finally awake, how do you feel!"

Weiss? Who is Weiss?

I looked around in a daze—the strange room was decorated with foreign decorations, there was a familiar language in the strangeness, and there was even... a flying and jumping medicine bottle. Wait, what is that? ! ! —The medicine bottle jumped up fiercely and hit my head in my horror.

I screamed "Ah" and covered my forehead, then fell backwards subconsciously without paying attention to what was behind me.

The series of shouts attracted the adults.

Through my tearful eyes I saw a thigh walking to the bed.

"Mr. Winster White, you just woke up and you're not well yet. Don't get too excited." A stern female voice came from above my head.

I choked back the tears of pain in my throat and said almost subconsciously, "Sorry, sorry, ma'am."

But I was surprised to find that I could speak authentic English.

Where is this? Why am I here?

Winster heard the girl in front of him call the aunt next to her Madam Pomfrey.

It's a familiar name, he thought, but the uneasiness brought by the unfamiliar environment prevented him from continuing to think about it.

Madam Pomfrey frowned, she held me where I was, waved the stick in her hand and said something at his head, then put her hand down, "This child's memory seems to be severely damaged, it may be the sequelae of dark magic, I'll call Dumbledore to take a look." She muttered, and asked the girl next to her to talk to Winster more, but not to be too noisy, and remember to watch him drink the potion.

……

Before Winster could say much, the girls started introducing themselves. She called herself Hermione Granger. And his name was Winster White. They were both students at Hogwarts, a magic school. She was a Gryffindor, and I was a second-year Slytherin student...

Winster had a wooden face and couldn't bear to listen any longer.

It doesn't sound like a big deal.

——It’s a big problem, okay? !

I traveled to the world of Harry Potter? ?

Winster waited until Hermione had no idea what to say and started talking about how she excitedly read dozens of popular science books overnight after receiving the Hogwarts admission letter and knowing that magic really existed, and he couldn't help but interrupt her.

"You mean we knew each other before we went to school, and I helped you fight a Slytherin who cursed at you?"

Hermione - Winston knew that they were friends and that foreigners had the habit of calling each other by their first names rather than their surnames - answered him: "It's Malfoy. He's very domineering in Slytherin and often brings two big followers with him." She opened her hands and gestured. Judging from the width, he was indeed very fat.

Winster asked her, "What did he scold you for?"

Hermione hesitated for a moment before she said helplessly, "The words he cursed were terrible. I can't say them."

Winster suddenly remembered that in the plot, when it was their second year, Malfoy had called Hermione a filthy word that showed contempt for her bloodline, "Mudblood".

He felt a little sorry for reminding Hermione of the swear word that slandered bloodline. Winster apologized, after all, he didn't know what the swear word was in theory. Winster didn't ask any more questions. Although Hermione said they were friends, he could guess that their relationship might have become a little cold after entering Hogwarts. At least all the details Hermione had about the original owner were in the library, and the end of the friendship between Gryffindor and Slytherin was clearly in front of him.

Hermione apologized guiltily and said that she did not believe his secret reminder to her. Fortunately, he forced her to wear contact lenses when going to the library on the day she was petrified, so she would not die immediately even if she met the basilisk.

Winster pondered for a moment.

Hermione looked like she wanted to ask him how he knew that, but Winston, now without memory loss, obviously didn't know.

Winster had a lot of questions. For example, why was he in the hospital wing? Hermione said it was because he had come across a very dangerous dark magic object.

...a dangerous dark magic item?

——Could it be a Horcrux? Is this how the previous owner died?

Winster thought almost in horror.

At this time, there was a conversation outside the medical wing.

An old man walked in.

Winster looked over and saw an old man walking over. He had a long white beard with some bows randomly tied on it, a pair of half-moon glasses, and a nose that looked like it had been hit crooked... It was Dumbledore.

Just like what is described in Harry Potter!

Winster felt a little excited, as if he had finally touched the ground. He couldn't help but shout in his mind:

—Really! It's true, I'm in Hogwarts! It's Dumbledore!

He looked at Dumbledore with his sparkling eyes, his mind full of carnival.

Dumbledore couldn't help but smile. "Hello, Mr. White, I heard that there seemed to be a little problem with your memory, so I came to see you. Can you tell me where your last memory is?" He said kindly and politely.

Winster suddenly stuttered, lowered his head shyly, and tried to recall, "...I, my last memory is that a red-haired girl appeared in front of me?" He racked his brains to recall. He had tried before, but still no memory of the original body emerged from his mind - not even a spell. There was only this blurry picture, which might be the last image of the previous body. He thought to himself, I will inherit your identity well, and if you have any wishes, I will try my best to fulfill them.

Dumbledore didn't say anything. He seemed to be thinking and doubting something - he seemed to have been silent for a long time.

Winster said in an apologetic and uneasy tone: "I'm sorry, sir, is there any problem?" he asked nervously.

Dumbledore was distracted at this moment, and said soothingly, "No, it's nothing, Mr. White. I was just thinking about where your memory is now."

Dumbledore asked several questions in succession. Winster answered the ones he could answer, and for the ones he couldn't answer, he just recalled the remaining scenes repeatedly with a confused look in his eyes. Anyway, he really didn't know. Dumbledore would not read a student's mind casually, but the surface emotions could be sensed. Winster maintained an uneasy expression and half-closed his eyelids. And he was indeed a little uneasy and confused.

This thought flashed through my mind and was not caught by anyone.

Dumbledore checked it one last time, then said to Madam Pomfrey beside him, "This child has lost almost half of his memory. It seems that it cannot be recovered at present. It seems to be a very sophisticated forgetfulness spell."

"Is there nothing you can do, Dumbledore?" asked Madam Pomfrey.

Dumbledore shook his head and looked at Winster again: "I'm afraid you'll have to take all the courses again, Mr. White."

Winster was stunned. "Do I need to start from the first grade again?"

"No, I don't think it will cause you to repeat the year, Mr. White. I'm just afraid that you will have to take some extra lessons during the holidays as it is not convenient for you to go back in your current situation - Severus?"

A professor with a gloomy face walked in from the door.

Looking at his greasy hair, Winster guessed that this might be Professor Snape, his dean.

He stared at Winster for a while, and said reluctantly: "I will give him extra lessons. I don't want to find that there is another giant monster with a head full of sphinx in my class next semester. - Considering that he is not the idiot I usually see."

Winster lowered his head and was timid, not daring to speak.

"Well, Severus, I think Mr. White can go to the banquet in the hall. Except that his memory is no longer a problem, I think Mr. White is also very much looking forward to it, isn't he?" Dumbledore winked playfully.

Winster hurriedly slipped out of bed, pulled Hermione aside, and slipped out the door.

As soon as they left the hospital wing, Hermione noticed that Winster had stopped and looked at her awkwardly. Hermione knew that he couldn't find the way, so she pulled him all the way to the hall.

But when they got to the hall, they had to separate. Hermione pointed to a pile of black and green clothes and told Winston that he should go there. She looked a little worried.

But Winster pretended not to notice and left. As soon as he sat down on the Slytherin side, someone came up to him and asked - but not out of concern but out of malice - "White, I heard that you disappeared before, were you almost killed by the heir - hahahaha half-blood!" He screamed and made a throat-cutting gesture. The people nearby showed a hint of watching the fun, but more people just ignored it, and only a few people couldn't help but look over carefully, looking like they wanted to stand up. But seeing that those people were sitting at the edge of the table with less food, it was known that their status would not be too high.

I really can't wait to jump out... Is this a grudge?

Winster blinked, then raised his voice nonchalantly to greet Professor Snape who had just entered the hall.

Snape raised his eyebrows, glanced at Winster, warned the screaming guy with his eyes, then went to sit down in the professor's seat, and it was like extinguishing a bubble, and the arrogance of that circle of people disappeared with a "pop".

Winster continued to eat the meal in front of him, and ticked the guesses in his mind that [the relationship between the colleges is not good] and [there are some potential alliances], and then ticked the guess that [the professor usually takes better care of the original owner], and then he enjoyed the meal quietly. By the way, he listened to a real-life version of Dumbledore's partiality. It must be said that the professor's face was so black that it could be dipped in ink.

After the banquet, Winster waited in the hall and saw Professor Snape calling him and handing him a list of books. He told him that he didn't need to go back to the dormitory, as his package had been packed and he could check if he had missed anything on the list.

Winster obediently agreed and started looking through the pages in the small room.

Professor Snape seemed to know the original owner's habits very well. Winster took out all the textbooks for the first and second grades written on the book list from the bag - and the corresponding notebooks for each subject, which were very detailed and even had some simple and clear illustrations. There was also a diary that seemed to have been casually placed on the top of the package, recording the day that the original owner had a deep impression of, but it was recorded intermittently... including the entire incident in the second grade.

Who writes a diary?

Winster's expression was strange for a moment, but this was the perfect source of information.

How did the original owner get involved? If there was no time traveler, the plot would not change, but why is there a name of the original owner that I have never heard of in the secret room this time...

Winster flipped through the pages quickly. Hermione, whom he met not long before receiving the Hogwarts admission letter, failed to cast all spells except for Potions in her first class. She sighed that Professor McGonagall really loved Quidditch so much that she made an exception and let Potter join the team in her first year. Then there were the repeated and increasingly anxious spell failures, and the increasing frequency of pain and self-doubt. There were also some words from the teacher to comfort him, which were highlighted:

Professor McGonagall: ["Mr. White, you have done very well, but you are not firm enough."]

Professor Flitwick: [I can sense a lot of magic in you, kid. It's not that you don't have talent. Generally speaking, children at this stage have rich imaginations and it's much easier for them to learn these spells than adults.]

Professor Snape: [You are aware of your limited abilities and know to ask the professor, but you have just finished the first-year knowledge. Don't be too ambitious and look at things you shouldn't learn - of course you can learn a little bit. Protect your poor little arms and legs, instead of showing your scars in front of me like a giant monster. I know you've retaliated.]

I drew a simple smiley face after the last sentence :)

Winster flipped through it and found that the first-year report card was sandwiched inside the Potions textbook. He unfolded it to see how bad the original owner's grades were.

Astronomy

Charms Class A

Defense Against the Dark Arts A

Herbal Medicine Class

History of Magic O Potions O Transfiguration A

It seems that he could pass almost all the theoretical courses perfectly, except for the course on spell practice, which he could only barely pass. According to the previous diary, the original owner was probably completely unable to cast a spell.

But I am not him.

Winster thought.

He saw his wand in the box in his luggage, but its wood had completely rotted away. Some parts looked like they were corroded. There was also a small note with the material of the wand. It said: Hazelwood, Phoenix feather core, 12.5 inches. There was a different handwriting on the note saying: Found in your original clothes, the wand body is damaged, I think you need to go to the wand shop to replace it with new wood. - A.D.

This is terrible. Winster thought to himself. He had just checked with Hermione about his family's treasury and found that they didn't leave him much inheritance. The pile of Lockhart books he bought at the beginning of the second grade had surprisingly consumed almost half of the inheritance. He also had to change the wand wood... He didn't know whether to spend the money. Does this thing have a repair shelf life?

Winster sighed, looking somewhat sad, but he soon cheered up and found some of the original owner's hobbies and habits in the diary. He and the original owner had similar hobbies, liking sweets and not being picky about dishes. But the original owner was used to making plans, and if he made plans, they would usually fail because the deadlines were too detailed. However, he had already discovered this problem and was about to try if a slightly vaguer time would be easier to complete when he traveled to the world of Harry Potter... just in time. The most important habit of writing a diary had a good explanation... He didn't even need to make up anything, after all, he had forgotten it, right?

Perfect reason.