HP: For a better world

"So what did you hear last night?" Luo Ou said depressedly. The two of them were walking towards the library with a pile of books in their arms. These were the books that the club needed to return on time.

Winster's eyes wandered for a moment, "...They said they wanted to go back to the office to continue the discussion?"

"That's great," Loial said sarcastically, "I heard it, too." There was a hint of dissatisfaction on his face.

The entrance hall is right after the castle gate. The Goblet of Fire is placed in the hall. On the left is the corridor leading to the courtyard, and on the right is the auditorium. There are several abandoned classrooms in the corridor leading to the courtyard. One of them, classroom 11, was assigned to Winster and his friends as an activity classroom, and it was also where they slept last night.

The voice Winster heard was the first to come from the yard.

"...I didn't mean to leave you alone to face the professor last night." Winster approached and nudged the indignant Loial with his shoulder. Loial glanced at him sideways and said, "You know...my Disillusionment Charm can only be cast silently. It requires hand gestures. I don't have time to cast one for you in such a short time."

Loial accepted the explanation, but remained silent for the moment. They reached the library and Loial handed the books back to Madam Pince.

They walked down the stairs leading to the second floor together before continuing their conversation.

"Okay, I forgive you." Luo Ou said easily, but he also complained: "You know the dean won't do anything to you, why are you hiding? He even put a piece of clothing on you--"

Winster said with a bit of annoyance, "In theory, it won't be a problem...but...well, I don't want to pay attention to him for a while." Winster said.

"Because he stopped you from looking for Potter?" Loial was puzzled. "You can go secretly, right? Don't you know how to Disillusion? You just need to use the spell... After all, you are struggling with it yourself."

"I promised him to stay away from Harry Potter."

Luo Ou rolled his eyes. "I've never seen you so obedient."

"You don't understand." Winster shook his head in annoyance. "Okay!" Winster sighed a little angrily, and this anger was directed at himself. "I... just don't know how to say it."

"So what's going on?" Loial asked.

"About a white wolf," said Winston unhappily. "I feel like he's lying to me, but he's telling the truth. He's a magical creature living in the Forbidden Forest - if that's not my illusion."

"Forbidden Forest? Have you really forgotten the pain after your wound healed?" Luo walked down the stairs and came to Winster. He turned around and hit Winster on the shoulder. He said jokingly, "Let me see if it still hurts."

"Hey!" Winster protested, but he still didn't dodge and was hit by Luo. He grabbed Luo's hand with his backhand and said, "I think you want to try concussion."

Loial shrugged. "Can't you hold me back? Come on."

He said.

"I'll push you down next time." Winster said disdainfully, "Don't play dangerous games."

Luo turned around and stepped back to Winster's side, and the two walked side by side to the second floor.

Winster rubbed his shoulder, where there was a mark left from the Forbidden Forest - it was a bite mark left by Lupin. Although he had publicly forgiven Lupin's behavior in order to recruit werewolves, the bite mark left by Lupin still became a permanent scar.

Luo's slap was not light, and the shock and pain in his shoulder made Winster feel that the bite mark was bleeding again, and the warm and cool liquid seemed to flow through his body again.

Luo Ou glanced at me, as if to say, how do you know it hurts?

Winster rubbed his shoulders uncomfortably, "I'm fine."

"At least I am still alive now, and the culprit is already waiting for his punishment in the Ministry of Magic."

Winster paused and continued.

"Besides, I'm not that fragile. Everything is my own choice."

"If I really die, it's the consequence of my choice. I've thought about it when I made the decision. Surrendering to death...that's not me." Winster whispered, "I hope that whatever choices I make are because of what I want, not because of fear."

"Just like what I am asking Harry now, I want to get the truth, whether I just encountered an illusion, or there really is a creature, an intelligent life." Winster looked at Luo O seriously and said firmly, "This is very important."

Whether he was curious about Moon Wolf's existence or wanted to thank him, he had to confirm his existence... Thinking of this, Winster's thoughts paused for a moment - was White Wolf a lady or a gentleman?

They stared at each other for a moment, then Loial looked away in annoyance. "...if you were uglier, for God's sake," he said angrily. "Stop looking at me like that. Do I look like a girl to you?"

Winster, who was awakened from his deep thoughts by his words, couldn't hold back any longer, "Shut up! You English gay."

"You are English, so isn't it natural for you to make such a guess?"

Loio laughed and shook his head, then walked forward a few steps, looked out the stairs and saw something. He suddenly asked, "...Snape told you to reduce contact, but he didn't tell you to have no contact at all, right?"

"What's wrong?" Winster asked suspiciously.

Luo Ou motioned him to look down. Probably in the corridor on the second floor, Harry Potter was walking out of the Dark Magic classroom holding a bunch of strange-looking instruments.

"Harry..." Loial ran down, grabbed Harry's shoulder and said in a friendly tone, "What are you doing with all these things? What are these?"

Harry was so startled that he nearly dropped everything in his hands.

Luo Ou hurriedly helped him up.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief and then saw who it was. "Oh, it's you, Cliff," he said in confusion. They didn't seem to be familiar enough to call each other by their Christian names.

"What do you want from me?"

"Actually, Winster is here to ask you something - what are those things you are holding?" Luo Ou asked with interest, "-- they are still ringing."

"Oh," said Harry, who was not used to Slytherin's enthusiastic style, "These are looking glasses - Professor Moody said they were all broken and asked me to help throw them away."

"Where?"

"Hagrid said he could melt these down to make a new axe...or something. I was just about to send it to him," said Harry. "By the way, you said Winston..." He hesitated, "Where is he?"

Luo nodded, indicating that the guy who tried to chase him up the stairs but got stuck in the stair trap was Winster.

Winster was pulling his legs out of the stairs in frustration. "Go and help him. I'll help you deliver these things to Professor Hagrid."

Loial said without question, snatching the scrap metal from Harry's hands.

"Hey, wait!" Most of the mirrors in Harry's hand were taken away. He desperately held down the last few to prevent them from being snatched away by Loio.

"I can take the remaining few items myself. Thanks for your help, Cliff." Harry insisted, "I was going to go there anyway."

"Okay, I'll be leaving first." Luo said lightly, "See you later, Winster!" He turned around and ran away.

"Damn it, come and help me first! Luo! Cliff!" Winster shouted, his face flushed red, his legs still stuck in there and unable to get out.

The only sound left in the corridor was Loio's cheerful laughter. "Who told you to trick me last night? This is called revenge! Hahahahahaha——"

Harry scratched his head awkwardly, put the remaining broken mirrors in his pocket, climbed up the stairs, and walked to Winster.

"Do you need my help?" Harry said seriously, pinching his palms hard to prevent himself from laughing. "Just pull it out with force."

"No need," Winster accidentally stepped into this unskilled trap, his face flushed with embarrassment, "I have an idea."

He pulled out his wand and stared dangerously at the stairs, "Relax!"

With a "pop" sound, like the sound of uncorking a beer bottle, Winster pulled his leg out.

Harry could barely hold back his laughter.

Winster frowned and compulsively straightened his robe - along with his trousers - on his legs.

"Ahem..." Harry cleared his throat. "Loial said you were looking for me?" He couldn't help but let a smile show on his face, but he tried his best not to make Winston think he was laughing at him.

Winster stared at the staircase dangerously for a moment, then suddenly waved his hand and said, "Make a double copy."

One of the steps on the staircase blurred for a moment, then returned to normal.

Okay, Winster thought, gritting his teeth.

I can't be the only one to make a fool of myself.

"What did you do?" Harry asked curiously.

"Oh..." Winston turned and smiled at Harry, "I have prepared a new gift for everyone - a little surprise."

He put his arm around Harry's shoulders affectionately and whispered in his ear, "…You won't tell anyone else, right, Harry?"

Harry's smile froze for a moment, and he quietly replied, "...Of course not."

"But..." He said in embarrassment, pulling Winston's sleeve, "You have to tell me where you put the new trap, right?"

Winster immediately pushed Harry away, saying righteously that this was a "surprise" and he would not tell him.

Then he moved his fingers and wrote on the original trap ladder: "Step on it and your feet will be trapped in this ladder."

Harry's eyes were filled with question marks, and he decided not to take this shortcut for a while.

……

Leaving the shortcut through the library on the second floor, they strolled along the second floor corridor and slowly walked down the grand staircase toward the foyer.

"I was going to ask you again once I was sure," Winston said, "about the Lupin incident last semester."

Harry interrupted him reflexively and looked at his neck, "Isn't your wound healed?"

"Yes," Winston replied patiently, "I just want to know if you saw any wolves when you were looking for me in the Forbidden Forest?"

"Wolf? Of course," Harry replied.

Winster's eyes lit up and he asked, "What do they look like? What color are they?"

"It's black, and there's only one." Harry said, and added, gesturing the size of the wolf with his hands. Looking at Harry's gestures, Winster estimated that the wolf Harry saw was at most a wolf cub.

He was a little discouraged.

"It could also be grey, about this size."

Winster said, "Thank you Harry."

"Why do you ask?"

"Just curious." Winster replied thoughtfully.

Seeing his expression, Harry racked his brains to recall. He couldn't tell Winster about the wolf cub taking Snape to find Winster, because Harry promised Dumbledore to keep the fact that they used the time-turner in violation of the rules a secret. He couldn't explain to Winster how he saw it. As long as Winster asked Snape, their illegal use of the time-turner might be exposed.

"Where have you been lately? I feel like I haven't seen you in a long time, Winster."

"In fact, I use the Disillusionment Charm in every class," Winston answered him, "You can't see me the rest of the time because Professor Snape has been asking me to help brew potions."

"So, you have the weekend off?"

"No," Winster spread his hands, "but our dear dean is busy cleaning up the mess caused by Durmstrang, and he doesn't have the energy to arrest me for labor for the time being."

It was getting more and more lively down there, and the sound of people's voices reached the ears of Winston and Harry, making them so curious that they involuntarily quickened their pace.

They walked into the foyer, which was crowded with people.

Someone shouted, "Come on, Weasley!"

——I don't know if it was George or Fred, who was standing in the middle of the hall, with four golden lines surrounding the Goblet of Fire, each ten feet long, right where the Sorting Hat was originally placed during the Sorting Ceremony.

The people from Durmstrang were standing in line to watch the fun, and Winster also saw a few unfamiliar faces hiding in the crowd - they must be people from Beauxbatons.

"Harry!" Ron called out to them. "Have you finished your classes?" he asked loudly.

Hermione next to him slapped him hard.

He rubbed his shoulders.

"Yeah," Harry and Winston walked over, "it's over," said Harry.

Winster was a little surprised - but not particularly surprised - Moody had always been dissatisfied with the fighting level of his class, especially Harry, with whom he had always been the strictest - it was almost natural for him to give him special treatment, not to mention that that was Harry Potter, Dumbledore's favorite.

Winster's expression quickly calmed down, as if he had known about this for a long time.

"I thought he wouldn't let you go until the afternoon," said Ron, spotting Winster. "Hey, Winster."

Winster nodded, "Good afternoon, Ron." He looked around, "What are you doing? Harry was also curious.

"It's George and Fred," Hermione began, looking a little interested. "They're trying various ways to cross the age line and put their names in the Goblet of Fire."

Harry and Winston immediately leaned towards the Goblet of Fire.

One of George and Fred was seen testing the edge of the age line with a long wooden stick. A small wooden stick was tied to the long stick to form an X shape.

After testing the sticks to see if they could pass the age line, Fred put a piece of parchment with their names on it at the end of the sticks.

Another stick was added to the long stick so that it could cover a distance of ten feet (about three meters).

When he struggled to throw the note into the Goblet of Fire, there was a thunderous cheer from behind them. Then the flame of the Goblet of Fire suddenly swelled up, spitting out the note, and the flame quickly burned along the stick. Fred screamed and threw away the burning stick.

Just as the stick was burned out, the blue flame on it emitted a puff of smoke and dissipated.

Fred was embarrassed and blew a puff of wood smoke. George, who was standing next to him, was holding a notebook and wearing a pair of rimless glasses on his nose. He crossed out a line and said, "This idea is not good, Li, next one!"

Fred spat twice on the ground.

Cheers switch seamlessly to laughter.

"There is only one last way." Li said, "I got some aging potion, and the man who sold it to me said that several wizard students have bought his potion in order to register." He took out a small bottle and said in a proud tone, "If anyone succeeds, remember to split the prize money equally."

Winster didn't see any potion maker's mark on the bottle - only products from Knockturn Alley would not have even a shop logo.

Fred and George went over ecstatically and took a drop each, and the rest was what everyone wanted to see - the two of them were severely bounced out by the age line, and with a loud popping sound on their faces - long white beards emerged from their faces.

"The third and fourth!" someone chuckled.

The laughter got louder, and Dumbledore walked out of the hall with a smile in his eyes. "Perhaps I should invite you to enjoy a special meal for seniors with me." He said in a low voice with a smile, "The sugar-free lunch that Professor Snape specially requested. Just use a straw," he blinked and said mischievously, "Your beautiful new beard will never get wet. There are two more people before you - they are waiting for you in the hall, and I think they will be happy to see new companions before Madam Pomfrey is done with her work."