HP: For a better world

After class, Harry, Hermione and Ron left the classroom with other students.

The strong wind outside has died down and it seems calm for a moment, but there are still heavy dark clouds in the sky and there's no telling when a rainstorm will start.

"It's rare that he would agree to extend the homework time." Ron was the first to speak. They had already walked to a place where Snape could not hear, and they could not help but discuss it.

Harry said, "That's because there is also a Slytherin match tomorrow. During several training sessions I saw Slytherin Marcus leading his Quidditch players to show off the Nimbus 2001 in front of us."

They walked to the bridge, and people greeted Harry from time to time along the way, especially the younger students, who hid in the corners and pointed at Harry.

Harry and Ron ignored them expertly.

"Come on, Malfoy's skills are completely paid for. You can definitely catch the Snitch before him. You have the confidence. Right, Harry?" Ron said while gesticulating exaggeratedly, imitating the movements of catching a Snitch.

Malfoy was not a bad Quidditch player, and Ron said this to belittle Malfoy's ability and encourage Harry's confidence.

"Of course," Harry said, "our tactics are all ready."

"..." Hermione pondered, "...It's strange why Snape hates Professor Lupin so much."

Ron said, "What's so strange about this? Isn't he always like that?" Ron shrugged, "It's like he always has a problem with the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher."

Harry mused, "…I thought he would hold a grudge against that rumor."

Harry was referring to the rumors that had previously stated that Snape was a werewolf.

"But his lecture today was really interesting," Hermione said. "It was as if he had seen a werewolf fight up close."

Ron's eyes widened. "You're crazy, Hermione! You actually want to take his class again - he deducted your marks!"

Hermione was silent for a moment, but she couldn't help but care about the five points. However, she still said, "You should listen to his words in reverse. For example, he said "Hairy Nose, Human Heart"."

Harry couldn't help but ask, "Didn't he just mention that the author of this book might be a werewolf?"

"Yes," said Hermione, "but he also mentioned that it contains stories about humans struggling with lycanthropy."

"I thought his original words were, 'It will only arouse your overflowing sympathy. With your current poor discernment, after reading this book you will only see all werewolves as tragic victims' - how did you hear him say struggle?" Ron couldn't help but complain as they walked along the bridge to the bottom of the Gryffindor Tower.

"Any illness is torture," Hermione said matter-of-factly, "Wouldn't you wail when you had a toothache?"

Ron rolled his eyes, "With the tooth-strengthening potion, I guess it's fine."

Winster followed up from behind and patted Harry on the shoulder.

"Hey, Harry, what are you guys discussing?"

Harry turned around. "Oh, Winston," he said. "We were talking about werewolves."

"Speaking of this," Winster remembered something, "Don't really believe that Professor Lupin will be happy to hand in this assignment - that's Professor Snape's bad taste."

He couldn't help but muttered, "If Lupin really saw that you all handed in your homework, he might get a headache."

After I handed in the homework, I was worried that you would figure out that he was a werewolf. If you didn’t figure it out, I was worried that you had learned too poorly.

Professor Lupin's dilemma.

"I was wondering why that was so strange," Ron believed it straight away, and he muttered, "Snape wasn't that kind."

"So we may not have to do that homework?" Harry's eyebrows suddenly lit up and his joy was beyond words.

Ron's eyebrows lit up at the same time. "Really? Really?" he asked.

Winster said quickly, "I'm not sure, I just said that--"

Winster was not so sure about such a small matter that might change in real time, not to mention that the homework that was originally supposed to be completed within two days had now been extended to Wednesday five days later by Malfoy's plea. Werewolves were a chapter that had to be learned, and no matter how Professor Lupin arranged it to be learned at the last minute, it had to be learned.

——What's more, the class time in a semester is limited for any professor. Snape was so fast this time that he finished teaching about werewolves in one class. This class couldn't be practiced, so Lupin could only review it at most and might even skip it.

It was dangerous enough that Hermione was the only one who guessed his identity...

Oh, where's Hermione? Winster suddenly remembered that Hermione hadn't argued with Ron and Harry about not wanting to do their homework.

Suddenly, the sky turned dark, and an intense white light caught everyone's sight.

There was a flash of white before my eyes, followed by a sudden roar.

The rain poured down in torrents.

The storm is coming.

When Winster and his friends regained their vision after the light had darkened their eyes, they saw Hermione walking hurriedly from the other side of the bridge, holding a wand umbrella that was blown all over the place. She didn't look at the road and was about to hit him.

Winster quickly called her.

"Ah? Oh, oh!" Hermione hadn't reacted yet. She subconsciously looked in the direction of the person calling her and saw Winster: "Why are you here?" She barely braked the car, with an expression on her face as if she had been woken up by the call.

Winster's eyes moved from Hermione's face to her hands.

She was holding the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook in her hands, but she came from the direction of Gryffindor Tower.

This should be Hermione from an earlier timeline. The Hermione who just disappeared might have noticed that the three Winstons appeared here and were about to repeat the scene she had seen, and knew that she might run into herself who had not yet taken the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Hermione's route has begun to repeat itself? Winster couldn't help but look serious. One of the most serious consequences of the time converter is that the user sees himself in another timeline at the same time. Other serious consequences include changing the original events and causing the world line to change, and everyone's time disappearing for no reason.

But for those who use the time converter for a short period of time, the change in the world line generally will not have a big impact, and will only affect life and death because of one's own meeting.

Harry and Ron were both startled. Ron stuttered, "Hermione?" He looked around in the direction Hermione came from. "Weren't you just next to us? How did you go around to the back?"

"What..." Hermione followed Winston's gaze and saw the books in her and Harry's hands. For a moment, she wanted to find a reasonable excuse.

"Oh, Hermione, that's just right. Professor McGonagall just stopped me and asked why Gryffindor's house points were suddenly deducted by 30 points." Winston said naturally.

Harry and Ron held their breath at the same time, worried that Winston's reminder would directly arouse Hermione's anger. Harry was deducted 25 points for being late, which wiped out all the hard work of Hermione in the past three days. Snape also deducted 5 points from him. Maybe she was immersed in the class just now and hadn't recovered yet. This reminder might...

"What!" Hermione screamed. "Thirty minutes? Professor McGonagall?"

She almost subconsciously glanced at Harry and Ron viciously. Ron immediately turned his head to Harry with a chuckle.

Hermione's eyes were about to burst into flames.

"Hermione, please go over and explain." Winster reminded her and winked at her secretly.

Ron and Harry looked at Hermione with fear, as if she was struggling to suppress her anger. But because of Professor McGonagall's call, she had to give up on causing trouble for them and left in a hurry.

Winster watched Hermione go away, then said goodbye to Harry and Ron, "I'll go to class then, and see you at the Quidditch field tomorrow."

Harry and Ron said goodbye to him.

The next morning, Draco came and knocked on the door to wake Winston up.

Winston opened the door and saw that Draco had even brought his own toothbrush, cup, soap, etc. It was obvious that he had just gotten up and ran over.

It was still dark. In the British winter, it doesn't get light until eight in the morning.

Winster rubbed his eyes and looked at him helplessly, "You..." He remembered that he had promised to watch the Slytherin Quidditch game, "Why so early?"

Draco opened his eyes as if it was a matter of course. "Quidditch practice is at six o'clock. Practice for about two hours, then have breakfast and go to class at nine o'clock." Draco counted on his fingers to show him, "No problem."

Classes usually start at nine o'clock, and Winster thought getting up at seven o'clock was early enough. He didn't expect Quidditch to be even more scary.

"Isn't there a game this afternoon? Are you still training?" Winster asked in disbelief. Shouldn't they recuperate and get back into shape before the game?

"Oh, no." Draco said brightly this time, "It's to reconfirm the tactics and team arrangements. The captain heard some news from Gryffindor and wants to make some adjustments."

All right. Winster took his face towel, toothbrush and cup and went to the bathroom to wash up, with Draco following behind like a little tail.

Hogwarts is a medieval castle. The basement was originally used to store food and water, but Slytherin converted the castle into a school. It was not until the eighth century that the Gaunt family funded the construction of bathrooms on all floors in order to hide the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets. Therefore, Slytherin did not have private bathrooms, which were the privilege of prefects and professors.

Winster rinsed his mouth and spat out a small stream of water, glancing sideways. Draco was enjoying the magic towel wiping his face and squeezing out water automatically, and there was a floating toothbrush with toothpaste squeezed out next to him - is this what wizard nobles are like? Winster cursed in his heart. This towel alone is worth ten Galleons, and the toothbrush is three to five Galleons.

Winster pretended to ask casually: "Draco, did you buy your towel at the grocery store in Diagon Alley?"

"Hmm." The towel was covering Draco's face, making his voice a little muffled. He waved his hand to signal it to stop. "Yes, both of them, but the soap is from Fabre." He said casually, "It's the French Fabre. They have recently cooperated with my family. These are also added with some glory potion. I heard that it is a new product recently launched."

She rubbed the soap on the towel and waited for the toothbrush to finish its work before giving Draco a face wash.

After washing up, Draco modestly applied some foam and washed his hands.

He turned to look at Winster, who was rinsing his mouth with a towel around his neck, and said, "Then I'll wait for you at the door." He waved his hand, looking relaxed.