HP: For a better world

"White?"

The curly-haired boy with some bruises on his face found an abandoned classroom.

He pushed open the door.

There seemed to be no one inside the door. There was only a tattered table in the empty classroom, and on the table sat a bag that was obviously made from a dragon leather glove.

The edge of the bag was exposed, with the bookcase facing him.

Loial walked straight in.

"...I'm here to tell you Selwyn's conspiracy!" he shouted as he looked around.

What a luxury. What's in the bag, he wondered?

"... White?" he murmured. "Where are you?"

He stretched out his hand, as if possessed.

There is clearly more than one desk and more than one book in the classroom.

There was another cubicle in the classroom, and White was inside, using physical isolation to calm himself.

But Luo Ou just turned a blind eye to it.

It seemed that there was only that book in his eyes. Even though the book only had a little yellowed edge, it was more beautiful than the Veela in his eyes.

The book seemed to be trying its best to seduce him.

"……Hello."

As soon as he took the book out of the dragon-hide glove bag, he wanted to write on it. He wrote.

[Hello, Lori Cliff.]

Shu quickly answered him, [I am glad to meet you, we are friends, right?]

[Yes, we are friends.]

Tell me, who are you here to see?

[Winster White, I believe he will lead the half-bloods and defeat everything. But he has been detained by Lockhart recently. That is a stupid professor. Someone wants to take this opportunity to frame him. I came to tell him about this.]

The book swallowed up the reddish words in big gulps, and the black ink seemed to flow out from the paper continuously, forming bewitching words.

But Loial noticed nothing.

"What are you doing?"

An iron hand grabbed Loial, who was writing on the book with his fingers, and pulled him away from the book. He threw him away mercilessly:

"This is my stuff—"

The voice couldn't help but sound anxious, but the visitor's expression was still as cold as ice.

Luo's confused mind seemed to be awakened by the cold, and he still remembered that he had just entered the classroom.

"...Wait, White, I'm here to tell you something!" White seemed to have used all his strength, and Luo was thrown away and hit the table and chair behind him, falling to the ground.

"I told you, don't bother me! Get out!"

Before he could see clearly, White quickly picked up the book and stuffed it back into the dragon skin bag, this time he tied the bag tightly.

"Selwyn is going to your dorm...wait Winster! What is that!?"

White pushed Luo out the door, ignoring his confusion.

"It has nothing to do with you." He said coldly, "Don't come to me again." He glanced at the group of people with shocked expressions outside the door, "- and you."

"Wait! Huai——"

"!"

Luo suddenly woke up from the nightmare, panting heavily, and saw Winster tiptoeing and gently pushing open the door of the club activity classroom in the dim light. His mind was still immersed in the dream and he almost called the wrong name.

"Wai...Winster? Why are you awake?"

Luo Ou quickly changed his words and asked in confusion.

In the original reality, he brought a group of people to find White and tell him about Selwyn's conspiracy. At that time, everyone was still... After that day, he seemed to have a serious illness. He was drowsy for several weeks, and it seemed that part of his vitality was sucked away. Later, the louder the rumors about Slytherin's successor, the more afraid he became... He was afraid that White's tempting words were all false... He was afraid that he would become a sacrifice in his pursuit of power.

There are too many examples of this in Slytherin, and even he himself couldn't tell what would happen if he had such an opportunity.

And White... was too calm... even when he smiled, there was no fluctuation in his eyes.

It seemed that all happy things bored him, so he never participated in them and lived a secluded life.

His eyes were like a frozen lake...unmoved by anyone.

The Selwyn incident was the only time Loial had ever seen him express silent anger—no one could understand what Selwyn had done to offend him.

There were more than one attempted gang beating, but only that one succeeded. The most tragic outcome shocked everyone.

Perhaps this is the reason.

"It's so late...you want to go out?"

Luo Ou glanced out the window. The bright moonlight shone on the windowsill. The herbs Jenny grew swayed slightly.

Their club classroom is Room 11, located on the left side of the Great Hall foyer - right next to the Goblet of Fire, separated by a door.

The faint blue light from the Goblet of Fire shone through the crack in the door, casting Winster's shadow on the wall.

Shadow turned to look at him.

In the dark night, the pair of blue eyes looked quiet and beautiful. The most praised thing Luoou heard recently was for the eyes... Of course, the face couldn't be ignored either.

Winster paused, shook his head slightly, and spoke in a low voice.

“…Someone was outside and I was woken up.”

Loial carefully glanced at his companions who were fast asleep. Carl had one leg crossed on Mike's belly and was snoring loudly as he was held by Mike.

Luo glanced at Jenny, who was huddled in the corner and frowned because of the noise even in her dream, and cruelly snatched Carl's legs from Mike's hands, and cast a silencing spell.

Mike smacked his lips, and the sound suddenly became as loud as a mosquito. He turned over, scratched his suddenly empty belly, and continued to fall into sleep.

An enviable good sleep.

Winster: “…”

Luo Ou also came over and looked out through the crack in the door.

"Who?"

He lowered his voice and asked excitedly, "Are you planning to sign up for the Goblet of Fire?"

"It's an adult wizard." Winster looked outside with the help of his magical vision, shaking his head from time to time to clear the afterimages left on his retina by the bright white light spots all over the castle.

He listened to the footsteps, "There are two people."

Loial held his breath and listened carefully, but he could hear nothing except Winster's breathing and Mike's annoying hum behind him, and perhaps one or two distant, vague footsteps.

But Loial couldn't distinguish it from the noise behind him, so he tried to stick his ear through the crack in the door.

Winster hit him.

"Ouch," Loial said, stepping back in shock, almost closing the door. "I heard that," he said.

"It's Professor Snape's voice."

"Who is it? You are so excited that you can't sleep tonight... If I catch you, I will severely deduct your school points!" Snape's cold voice came out from the darkness. He always liked to turn off the fluorescence on the head of his wand, lurk in the darkness to catch the violators, and then scare them half to death.

"...It turns out to be Mr. Crouch and... Professor Moody. What are you two doing here? It's so late... You shouldn't be walking around in the castle."

Snape's voice was alert.

"It has nothing to do with you." A hoarse voice sounded. It was Moody. "I brought him here."

His wooden leg made no sound at all during this process.

Crouch took a breath as if he had a headache, and to calm both sides, he explained, "We just came back from outside the school after checking the security measures... We talked about the Goblet of Fire on the way. I was curious about it, so Alastor brought me to see it."

"You have plenty of time to watch during the day." Snape said in a low voice, "I just saw the shadow of a student. Did you see it? I think it's nearby."

He seemed to look around and said, "I beg the two of you who came to see the burning fire in the middle of the night to use your mouths. Where did that student go?"

"We don't see any students," Crouch said. "Not one. We've been here a while."

Moody hummed slightly.

"...Really?" Snape seemed to stare at them for a while, "Then they must be hiding in a nearby classroom..."

He didn't say anything else, and the sound of his robe being whipped around was so close that it seemed to be right next to their ears.

Luo Ou panicked and pushed and shoved Winster, trying to hide as quickly as possible.

The door was gently pushed open

Snape looked in, holding up his dimly glowing wand.

He first glanced at the sleeping bodies on the ground, which seemed to be scattered all over the ground, and then frowned and raised his head: "Cliff, why are you standing at the door if you are not sleeping?"

Luo's bending movement was stuck, and the moment the door opened, Winster suddenly disappeared.

Luo looked around and tried to drag Winster out to die together: "...I...I." Damn, where is he?

Luo's mind went blank.

"Haha... I..." He laughed dryly twice, "I am, I am..."

The moment the door opened, Winster, who had hastily cast the Disillusionment Spell, had no time to cast another one on the second person. He chose to slap Loio on the butt to give him some inspiration.

!

Luo Ou was caught off guard and covered his hands behind his back. Inspiration was hit into his brain along with the slap. He understood the hint given by Winster: "I am, I am going to the toilet!" He said awkwardly.

After being stared at by Snape for a while, he hurriedly moved his hand from his butt to the front.

"I have a stomachache..." he explained superfluously.

Snape glanced inside, without carefully checking whether the number of people sleeping on the ground met the requirements, and stepped back.

"Go quickly and come back soon." He said disdainfully.

"...Yes, Professor," Loial whispered, bending down and slipping out from under Snape's arm.

Snape watched him slip out, then walked back in and raised his wand to look around.

Winster was sleeping soundly in the corner, leaning against the wall in a slovenly manner, looking very hurried.

Snape was silent for a while, trying to use his eyes to wake this shameless man from his pretend sleep.

Winster: "zzZ..." He stubbornly imitated snoring.

Loial returned soon, and Snape had no choice but to close the door, grab a robe from the side and throw it on Winster, warning them for the last time not to come out again.

"...Let's go to your office." The sound of the wooden leg rang out on the floor again.

The door closed and Crouch's voice came in for the last time.