HP: For a better world

"Stop! Winster!" Hermione angrily grabbed the bag that was trying to hold the invisible Winster, and said in a low voice: "Where are you trying to run to? You haven't chatted with us for a long time - have you forgotten your friends for those Slytherin people!"

Winston stopped and turned slowly, "Hermione?"

"Long time no see," he quickly showed a light and intimate smile, "How come? Why do you miss me so much - I'm just too busy recently and have no time to look for you -"

Winster apologized.

"Really?" Hermione demanded.

"Then you hang out with those Slytherins all day, showing them around the school every day - so idle."

Hermione scoffed.

"Are you enjoying being their leader?"

Luo's figure appeared vaguely around the corner, behind Hermione.

Winster winked at him, indicating that he was delayed and would be late.

"Of course not." Winster denied it flatly.

"Actually..." Winster cleared his throat, "I've been training with Professor Snape recently and I'm very busy, so..."

He gave Hermione an apologetic smile, reached into his bag behind her back, turned a few pages of his notebook, and quickly performed a Double Copy on the notebook.

"Is that your excuse?" Hermione asked, "Snape's training?" She was still very angry because she found that Winston was showing some signs of avoiding them and thought he was angry with Harry.

"No, of course not," Winster said quickly. "I know I've been a little bit neglectful of you recently, and to express my apology, I specially prepared a gift for you—" Winster rummaged in his bag and took out a slightly old notebook.

"The teacher allowed me to record some magic techniques," Winston handed it to Hermione, "I thought I would give you a copy first - because my book is not finished yet, so this one is just a copy."

Hermione took the notebook and looked at it doubtfully, and found that most of the contents in the notebook were related to dark magic. Her tone suddenly became unbelievable.

"—Are you learning the dark arts?"

Winster: "What?! No, no, no, not at all, I assure you, Hermione."

Winster said without hesitation: "Actually... you know that incident with Lupin made the teacher feel guilty. He thinks that I need a certain level of self-protection ability so that I won't be defenseless when encountering danger... In addition, he is worried that I lack knowledge in this area and have no defense against Durmstrang's magic, so he has been strengthening my lessons recently. These are part of his lessons... Logically, I shouldn't tell others."

Winster paused and smiled helplessly: "Especially since Harry is my competitor now, he is also receiving special training from Professor Moody. I think this problem is the same for him as it is for me."

Winster said apologetically, "Please keep it a secret for me, Hermione? I want to keep some tricks to compete fairly with Harry."

"...Don't worry." Hermione promised: "I won't tell them. Of course, I won't tell you about Harry either."

"Thank you for your consideration, Hermione." Winston said hurriedly, "Then I'll leave first, the teacher is waiting for me in the basement!" He grabbed his bag and slipped away quickly.

"See you later, Hermione!"

——The inspirational clip before the Goblet of Fire announces the battle with the dragon. Winston defeats all the protesting Slytherins and establishes his position. They work together to plot for victory. During this time, he suspects that Moody has been replaced and tells Snape that the investigation of the wine gourd is fruitless. Harry's Marauder's Map is also fine. Dumbledore confirms the news from the Ministry of Magic that Wormtail is still locked up.

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"Avoid the dragon, understand? You just need to get the eggs. Don't risk your daring dreams. There will be casualties no matter how safe it is."

"But you will take action, right?" Winster smiled and blinked.

"I said - don't count on others for your life!" Snape said sternly, "No one can guarantee that they can save you."

"It's enough to know that you will take action." Winster said without hesitation, "As for the rest... I know how dangerous a strong fire dragon is. I will never confront it head-on without absolute certainty."

Winster promised cautiously.

"Very good." Snape stared into Winston's eyes and said slowly, "Don't let me find out your restless behavior again, and don't show off. No matter how high-spirited you are, only the one who survives to the end is the winner."

Snape taught, "The winner takes all."

"Do you understand?" He repeatedly emphasized, "Only by living can you have a future. Don't underestimate the dangers of the Triwizard Tournament. I can't keep an eye on you all the time, and Dumbledore is not omnipotent."

-

"Moody is dead... The people who had the most frequent contact with him in the past year were you and Perkins."

Dumbledore said in a low voice, unable to conceal his anger: "You told me that Voldemort possessed Perkins. But now Perkins is dead! There is no evidence!"

"——How can I be sure that you are not controlled by someone, Crouch! Or in other words..."

"You are no longer yourself, Crouch," Dumbledore demanded.

The rage surging in the top wizard's heart turned into terrible magic that surged and undulated in the room.

The documents on the desk were flipping around, the hour hand was spinning madly, and the light above my head was swaying from side to side as if it was going to fall down at any second.

Crouch's pupils suddenly shrank, and his tired and surprised face immediately revealed expressions of anger, pain, and guilt due to being questioned.

"Are you doubting me? Dumbledore--" Crouch demanded.

Dumbledore had no intention of listening to his explanation, and the anti-transfiguration spell fell directly on Crouch.

Crouch "!" cursed and immediately reached for the wand at his waist.

Yet as he reached for his wand, nothing happened to the spell that fell upon him.

His rage came to an abrupt end.

Dumbledore stared at the unchanged old Barty Crouch with an uncertain look, then he pressed down his wand, his face livid.

"...Fuck! You don't believe me, Dumbledore!" Crouch swallowed slowly and cursed, but he didn't dare to let go of the wand. Who knew when Dumbledore would go crazy again?

Even though we cannot defeat them, we still have to resist.

Crouch accused: "Are you crazy, Dumbledore! You are attacking a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic!"

Dumbledore said coldly: "I am not crazy, I am just verifying whether some people have been replaced."

"What's the result?!"

Crouch roared.

"I hope the results you just got can prove that I am myself!" Crouch said word by word.

"That is why I have confirmed your identity," Dumbledore said unequivocally, "but that only confirms that no Transfiguration was used."

Crouch spat in anger.

"Are you doubting that I'm colluding with the dark wizards?" Crouch pointed at his nose and asked him, "I even sent my own son to Azkaban. Do you think I would agree to those dark wizards to take revenge on Moody for something?"

A twisted look of hatred flashed across his face.

"Who would have thought that Moody would be controlled by a dark wizard?!"

Crouch pounded his fist on the table.

"He is so cautious! So cautious that he is neurotic! He feels uncomfortable if he doesn't have dozens of scopes around him every day! He would suspect that a jumping rabbit is a bomb disguise-"

"In total, according to what he said... for a whole year - you didn't realize that he was being controlled by someone."

“—Neither do I.”

"Are you deceived or is it my fault?!"

Dumbledore was still burning with anger, but he took a deep breath and calmed down on the surface. "That's not what I meant, Crouch. Please forgive me for being a little impulsive."

"I just saw an old friend die tragically in front of me, and I was very upset for a while."

"Yes, I forgive you." Crouch said gloomily.

He means:

——I can’t beat him anyway.

——Dumbledore’s suspicion was not groundless.

Moody was by no means a willless, controlled wizard. On the contrary, he had received the most professional confrontation training, and almost no dark wizard could control him for a long time.

Not to mention Moody's allergic caution.

Only those who are trusted by him and have long-term contact with him have the opportunity to succeed when he is relaxed.

Dumbledore is one such person, as is his old boss Barty Crouch. Moody is not a mirror that can be vigilant against all dangers day and night. As long as he proves that he has not been replaced, Moody's vigilance will be slightly relaxed.

Moody was controlled for a whole year, until just now (when Voldemort resurrected and relaxed his control) he woke up and rushed in to tell everything and then died. Crouch is the biggest suspect.

Most of the time, Perkins was instructed by him or even accompanied him to meet with Moody.

“—It’s not my fault!”

Crouch shouted in a low voice, clenched his fists and waved them in the air angrily a few times.

He confessed briefly and quickly:

"I never thought she would be controlled!"

"—it's Fudge!"

"It must be him!"

"…Someone in the Ministry recently suggested that I return to the Execution Department. He feels that his position is being threatened…You know how close he is to those people now!"

-

"You are too late, Wormtail," Voldemort told the story of the devil's three oaths. "Of course, I am not as cruel as the devil in this Muggle story. You are a great hero, Wormtail. Although you had to come to me, didn't you? You were hiding everywhere with half of your body, and you couldn't find a way to recover. Then you thought that his great master could help him solve this little problem."

"He dragged his broken body into the forest to look for his temporarily trapped master. Maybe I would be grateful and restore his whole body for him - it was a good idea."

"Master, no, forgive me!" Wormtail cried, "I never thought of that!" He crawled on the ground trembling and kissed the robe of the newly resurrected Voldemort frantically.

Voldemort looked down at Wormtail from above, his scarlet eyes narrowed kindly, his voice as gentle as a venomous snake crawling slowly through the grass: "It's okay... It's okay, Wormtail. No need to explain, I don't mind that the people around me have their own little calculations... This is all normal, you will always obey my orders."

Wormtail trembled and dared not speak.

"I will give you a complete body, a stronger and more flexible body. Come, Wormtail, stand up and accept the gift of your master."

Wormtail huddled on the ground in fear, his voice shrill and thin: "Master, don't! Please, don't--"

“Shut up, you piece of shit. I told you to stand up!” Voldemort waited for a while, and seeing that he was still too scared to stand up, he immediately abandoned his gentle manner and roared impatiently, “Do you want me to pull you up?”

He kicked Wormtail hard, right where his lower body was connected to his intact body before it was completely severed.

Wormtail screamed in pain, his voice shrill.

Winster swallowed nervously and shrank deeper into the cloak.