HP: For a better world

Winster walked into the classroom as the bell rang.

A familiar, cold voice sounded, "Let me see who this is--"

"?"

Winster was startled by the familiar sarcastic voice and looked in the direction of the sound.

Snape looked over condescendingly, and when he saw that it was Winster, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and his mocking tone suddenly faded, "Be earlier next time, no one will wait for you to go to class."

He said lightly, flicked his robe, strode to the podium, and waved his wand. The door behind Winster slammed shut with a "snap", bringing a gust of cold wind.

Why is Snape here in class? Where is Lupin?

"Why, do you still need me to treat you, Mr. White? Now, go back to your seat immediately!" Snape stared at him expressionlessly.

Winster heard his unhappy tone as if he had failed to find anyone to blame, so he quickly squatted and sat in the remaining empty seat next to Hermione.

"Now, let's start the class." Snape said clearly, then he took out a list and began to call the roll.

While he was calling the roll, Winster quickly looked around.

The classroom was dark. Snape, as was his usual habit, had drawn all the curtains, blocking out the terrible weather with lightning and thunder outside and seamlessly transforming the bright tower classroom into the dark and gloomy atmosphere of the Potions classroom.

Most people were there, except for the familiar messy-haired guy - "Where's Harry?" Winston asked in a low voice.

Hermione answered loudly, making sure her voice was neither too loud nor too soft, so as not to be scolded by Snape with "Too loud, five points for shouting in class, Potter" or "Too soft, I can't hear you, five points for shouting in class, Potter".

Although most of the tricky reasons for deducting points would only be used on Harry, Hermione really didn't want to experience the feeling of being deducted points. She didn't want to lose any points at all. It would be too bad that Gryffindor's gem hourglass was almost empty.

Snape paid no attention to whether Hermione's voice was appropriate or not; he simply read out the list in alphabetical order and in order of house.

"No, he's not here yet - Ron said Wood wants to talk to him about something!" Hermione replied, lowering her voice and responding carefully.

Gryffindor has been practicing Quidditch intensively recently to prepare for tomorrow's match against Slytherin. Wood is the captain and Harry is the most important seeker. In recent days, Wood has always called Harry to talk during breaks.

Hermione looked nervous, and obviously felt that as long as Snape was there, Harry would be targeted, regardless of whether there was a reason or not. Not to mention that there was a ready-made reason now - Harry hadn't arrived in the classroom yet.

As expected, Snape read out his name which contained "expectation" -

"Harry Potter…Is Potter here?"

Snape paused deliberately, as if waiting for someone to answer.

He must have noticed that Harry was gone a long time ago, and when he found that no one had answered the question, he immediately showed a malicious smile of satisfaction and disappointment - he was disappointed that no one in the Gryffindor who was so bold dared to answer for Potter, so that he could catch them and deduct more points.

"Harry Pott?" he called again.

"It seems that our savior is not here today," Snape said softly, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "It seems that Mr. Potter doesn't like Lupin's class very much either--"

There were a few snickers from the Slytherins, and the Gryffindors all glared at Snape.

Lupin's lessons had completely won them over.

"--Gryffindor deducts ten points because Potter is absent from class." Snape waved his wand lazily. Winston seemed to hear the sound of Gryffindor's score gems clattering and losing another piece, and he couldn't help but sigh in regret.

Hermione heard a sound of gloating from the side, and couldn't help but clench her fists, slowly shifting her eyes to Winster.

But Winster was keeping an eye on his nose and mouth, and had already lowered his head and opened his book, ready to go to class. When he saw Hermione looking at him, he gave her a serious and puzzled look, as if the frustrated tut- ...

Although they were friends, they were still very happy to see their grades rising. After all, Hermione and Winston were always competing with each other in study. Although Winston did not mind the daily study comparison (because he was usually the winner), it was not necessarily the same when it came to the house cup at the end of the semester. Slytherin's seven consecutive championships were interrupted by Dumbledore's crazy bonus points as early as Harry's first year of school - and it was only the third year, which seemed to be the only academic year in which Dumbledore could not find an excuse.

By the time the roll call was done, five minutes of class had already started.

Harry hasn't come to class yet.

"…In this class, you met terrible Defense Against the Dark Arts professors like Quirrell and Lockhart, and wasted two precious years of your wizarding career. I don't know what you learned from them, but of course I don't care. Who asked me to teach only one class? Not only do I have to write lesson plans for the Potions class for six grades, but I also have to write for this extra Defense Against the Dark Arts class that doesn't get any pay raises or vacations—"

Snape paced back and forth in the classroom as he spoke.

The robes swept past the students on both sides of the aisle and passed by Winster. He moved his nose and smelled a little residual smell of vitality tonic.

"...your Professor Lupin casually claimed to be ill, and did not inform me of any of your class progress in advance." Snape lowered his eyes, "Now take out the book--"

With a bang, the classroom door was pulled open violently, interrupting Snape's voice.

But even earlier than the sound of the door came Harry Potter's rapid shout.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Professor Lupin, I -"

Winster watched as a vein popped out on Snape's head.

However, when he looked up, he saw not Professor Lupin, whom he had been thinking about, but Snape, who had been waiting for him to deduct points.

"I... why is it you?" Harry saw that the person in the classroom was Snape. He suddenly became silent and shouted in surprise.

"This class started ten minutes ago. Potter, Gryffindor will deduct ten points for being late and yelling in class. Sit down." Snape stood at the podium and looked down at him coldly.

Harry didn't move.

"Where's Professor Lupin?" he asked.

"He said he was feeling unwell today and couldn't come to class." Snape said with a grin. "I thought I asked you to sit down?"

The whole class was watching the fun. Hermione looked at Harry standing at the door of the classroom, trying hard to find reasons to deduct points from Snape. She looked like she was about to faint, while Ron was desperately lip-syncing to Harry behind Snape's back.

But Harry's attention was now completely on Snape, and he didn't notice his two good friends at all, so he stayed where he was.

"What's up with him?"

Snape's dark eyes sparkled.

"No danger to life," he said, and from the look on his face he looked as if he hoped there was danger to life.

"Five more points from Gryffindor," Snape said with a smile on his face. "If I have to ask you to sit down for the third time, it will be fifty points."

Unfortunately, Harry finally moved this time. He slowly walked to his seat and sat down next to Ron.

Snape looked around the class, "Before Potter interrupted me, I was saying that Professor Lupin did not keep any records of what you studied."

Hermione raised her hand quickly and moved closer to Snape, almost standing up and touching his nose to answer.

"I'm not asking questions, Granger," Snape said coldly. "Don't put your paw in front of my eyes - I can see it. I'd rather see a rat's paw there than your hand."

Move your hand away, I don't need anyone to answer questions. Instead of raising your hand when I don't ask any questions, why not bring me some potion ingredients to make a potion for me?

Winster muttered and translated it in his mind.

But Hermione did not have the ability of Legilimency, so she could not hear Winston's inner translation. She could only put her hand down angrily, biting her lip and waiting for Snape to continue the class.

Snape turned his eyes away from Hermione and saw that Winston, who was sitting next to her, had already turned to the chapter about werewolves. He was holding his chin with his hand and rolling his eyes boredly. It was obvious that his teacher was plotting against him in his heart. Snape glared at him secretly.

Winster pursed his lips, turned the book back to the table of contents, crossed out several courses he had already taken, including Boggart, Red Hat, Cabba and Grindylow, and then turned the book upside down and placed it on the table.

Snape seemed to glare at him again and returned to the podium angrily.

"Since you are already in the third year," Snape said coldly, "Red hats, Grindylows and other things that you should have learned in the first year are no longer suitable for you, so turn to -" He flipped through the textbook until he turned to the last chapter, "- page 394."

He glanced calmly at the class and said, "Today we are going to talk about werewolves."

"But! We haven't even gotten here yet, we should start learning hinkypunk." Harry muttered reluctantly.

Ron tugged at his sleeve privately and advised, "No matter how he goes, he'll catch us and deduct points from Gryffindor again."

But Snape's ears moved, and he had heard the sound here. He looked over.

"Potter," he said gravely, "turn to page 394, or I'll deduct another mark."

The Gryffindors began to hold their breath.

In just a short while, Gryffindor had already been deducted 25 points, which was a quarter of the points for catching a golden snitch.

If the score continues, even Quidditch won't be able to save Gryffindor's house cup.

The classroom was filled with the sound of flipping pages.

"...Can anyone tell me how to distinguish a werewolf from a real wolf?" Snape asked.

Everyone sat motionless and silent, except Hermione, who suddenly raised her hand high in the air as she always did.

"Who can answer this?" Snape ignored Hermione and continued to ask, with that grim smile on his face again, "Are you saying that Professor Lupin didn't tell you the fundamental difference between the two -"

A Gryffindor girl suddenly said, "We haven't learned the chapter about werewolves yet, we are still learning--"

Winster looked over and saw that the person who was speaking was Parvati, Hermione's roommate and a divination enthusiast.

"Boggarts, red hats, cabbages and grindylows -" Snape interrupted her, "Of course I know what you are learning, hinky punks? That is the knowledge you should have known in the first year - I must tell Professor Dumbledore how backward you are... I can't believe that I will meet a class of third-year students who can't recognize werewolves."

Hermione shouted angrily: "We haven't learned yet, of course we don't know!"

"Quiet!" Snape stared at her fiercely. "You are not allowed to speak without permission in class, Miss Granger." Snape said coldly, "Gryffindor will deduct another five points for speaking without permission."

Hermione's eyes turned red with anger and she sat back.

"The difference between a werewolf and a wolf is that," Winster suddenly stood up, "compared to an ordinary wolf, a werewolf in animal form has a shorter snout and smaller pupils, and looks closer to a human."

Snape condescended to move his eyes from Hermione to Winston.

"This condition is caused by lycanthropy. Lycanthropy is a cursed magical disease that spreads among people through contact with saliva and blood." Winston said calmly, "Among the existing potions, only the wolfsbane potion invented by Damocles Belby in 1970 can keep werewolves sane during a full moon, but this potion will become ineffective if sugar is added."

Winster has been studying werewolves this semester, helping to brew wolf poison potions and brewing his own vaccine-like potions. He has conducted in-depth research on existing materials.

"There is widespread disgust and fear of werewolves in wizarding society. People seem to believe that even werewolves in human form can be dangerous."

"But this is wrong. Lycanthropy is just a cursed magical disease that is only spread through the saliva and blood of the werewolf form. Most of the existing werewolves are victims of werewolf bites."

The whole class's eyes were on Winster, and for some reason Snape did not interrupt him forcefully.

"Despite the existence of wolfsbane potion, werewolves still suffer from discrimination and find it difficult to find stable jobs. They live in poverty. Wolfsbane potion is expensive and scarce due to its long brewing time and complex ingredients. It is difficult for werewolves to have a stable channel to obtain wolfsbane potion."

So Winster changed his target and directed the potion's effect at people who had not yet been infected. They had sufficient financial resources and social status and did not want to become vagrants, unemployed people, and murderers in the wizarding world, but they also valued their own lives enough.

As long as the solidifying potion is successful (the name Winster gave to the potion he brewed for himself, implying the consolidation of identity and resistance to change), lycanthropy will become a disease like rabies. As long as you take the preventive medicine, you will not turn into a werewolf or want to die.

And Winster himself will gain sufficient fame and a lot of money through this.

"Werewolves may also attack their friends. While in wolf form, werewolves completely lose their human sense of right and wrong. However, this does not mean that their moral sense is permanently lost, as Professor Emerette Picardy believes.[1]"

"Very good," said Snape. "Sit down and raise your hand next time, White."

Snape tapped the blackboard. "White has consulted a lot of information and added his own overly naive understanding. One thing that needs to be corrected is that the speculation that lycanthropy is a curse still remains only on paper. Therefore, you, especially you, Potter."

Snape suddenly roared, "Why don't you write all this down!"

There was a rustling sound in the classroom.

He paced the podium. "One more thing to add is the werewolf's appearance: the hair on the werewolf's tail will be in tufts, and it will attack humans unconsciously."

In the next class, Snape talked about the precautions when encountering a werewolf and the key to fighting a werewolf ("Most werewolves lack wands and formal magic education, and cannot cast spells. Therefore, you only need to pay attention to their claws and fangs--" Snape said, "Of course, I'm not saying that you must fight with werewolves when you meet them. With the werewolves' excellent melee ability and reaction speed, I can only suggest that you run away quickly. The Apparition that you learned in sixth grade is for you to run away.")

But most of Snape's speech emphasizes the danger and unapproachability of werewolves.

"How can we tell whether they are werewolves in the daytime?" Hermione asked. She couldn't help but raise her hand to ask a question again.

But this time Snape didn't deduct her points, but let her get up.

"Why do you think werewolves are so dangerous?" Snape said angrily, "They usually look old and pale, and only show obvious signs around the full moon."

There was a rustling sound in the classroom again, and the students were all taking notes hard.

The bell rang, but Snape didn't let them leave.

"Each of you write a paper and hand it in to me on how to identify and kill werewolves. I require you to fill two rolls of parchment on this topic and hand it in on Monday morning." Snape said, "Although I will not be the one to mark it, you can also show your creativity to your Professor Lupin."

"But..." someone couldn't help but say.

"But Professor," Malfoy stood up and said respectfully, "We have a match against Gryffindor tomorrow. Can we give us a few days? If the time is too short, we may not be able to come up with too many good ideas."

Snape looked at Draco coldly. He seemed to hesitate for a while, and then reluctantly agreed considering that Slytherin would also have a match tomorrow. "Okay, then five days later, two pieces of parchment, and you are not allowed to deliberately enlarge the font."

Now everyone has no objection.