HP: For a better world

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[White lies quietly on the bed in the medical wing, with his eyes closed, as if in a coma.]

No.

[Dumbledore and Snape are standing beside the bed, one of them casting a spell over White.]

They seemed to be checking on White.

[The two have serious expressions.]

["I think I have to tell you that... this child may be an Obscurial." Dumbledore finished his inspection and walked out the door, followed by Snape. Out of the child's sight, Dumbledore sighed.]

["This is impossible, Dumbledore. The Obscurus won't live to be 11 and White will be in his second year!" Snape growled, pacing back and forth in the hospital wing corridor.]

["So I'm talking about possibilities, Severus." Dumbledore sighed imperceptibly. "The only thing to be thankful for is that the child has not yet been completely transformed. But if he still can't control his magic and use it normally before he is completely transformed... "...He is only this age." Snape said in a low voice behind him.]

Do not……

[“Yes…” Dumbledore muttered, “I have no way. The best treatment plan is still 100% fatal. So far, only eight cases have survived, and those who succeeded have lost their magic.”

[“Is there really no way, Principal?”

"Perhaps you can bring him some luck, Severus..." Dumbledore said, but still shook his head, "But it's difficult... Let him be happy in his last days."]

[“A little luck…”

Snape looked at the child who was sitting quietly on the bed with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking, and he didn't know how to face it.]

Do not! !

With a severe headache, Winster finally woke up from his memories.

……

The signal spell exploded in the air.

"Hmm?" Dumbledore looked around as if he had realized something. The heavy rain covered the sound of the signal spell, and the awning blocked the light of the call for help.

But the distinct magical fluctuations caught Dumbledore's attention.

Dumbledore was about to send a professor over to take a look.

But his attention was drawn by the sudden riot that broke out in the audience.

Lightning suddenly lit up the night sky, and a large dark mass hovered over the stadium.

It seemed as if the rain in the sky had suddenly turned into countless small ice crystals that fell towards people.

"Then, then... what... is... it?!" Someone spoke intermittently with chattering teeth and a tone of fear in his voice.

The world seemed to have come to a standstill.

But obviously... he wasn't asking.

Such obvious characteristics could only belong to Dementors.

The cold engulfed the stadium.

As the cold air grew thicker, the sounds in the audience gradually became fainter than the hum of a mosquito until they disappeared completely.

"It's the Dementors." Someone said, but there was still a hint of surprise in his words, "Dementors broke into the school?!"

At this moment, a cry of surprise broke out from the center of the audience.

"What is that?" Commentator Lee Jordan suddenly asked in confusion, "Something is falling from the clouds—"

Suddenly, a small black dot appeared in the clouds. It grew bigger and bigger. Looking far away, one could vaguely see a human figure falling at a very fast speed.

The man went down quickly, with nothing in his hands.

"Someone's falling!" Lee Jordan exclaimed, his voice echoing across the field. "Who's - who's falling?! Professor!"

"Oh...no, no no no no no!" Li said no several times in a row, as if trying to deny what he saw.

Snape stood up suddenly, his face changed drastically and he was about to rush to the field.

Professor McGonagall arrived a little later, her attention still focused on the Dementors that had broken into the arena.

At the moment when lightning flashed across the night sky, people suddenly saw a corner of the man's dark red robe.

"Merlin's bald head! Harry Potter! It's Harry Potter who fell down! - Professor!! Help!!!" Lee Jordan screamed loudly.

Snape grabbed his robes and jumped down from the podium, but Dumbledore was faster than him.

"Snapped!"

Dumbledore appeared in the center of the arena.

Harry was falling.

He raised his wand: "Shock, stop, speed—"

Harry's falling speed suddenly slowed down, and it seemed as if countless layers of huge nets appeared in the air, reducing Harry's speed. Finally, he slowly floated to a height of several feet above the mud ground, and lost his protection and fell onto the stretcher that appeared.

Take care of Harry's business.

Dumbledore then summoned a huge silver phoenix with a gloomy face and anger.

The Phoenix Patronus raised its head and screamed in anger, then spread its wings and flew into the air, crushing the group of Dementors until they were driven out of the school.

Just as Dumbledore was waving his wand and was about to rush the unconscious Harry on a stretcher back to the castle.

A pale Hufflepuff came out, stammering, "Headmaster! Professor! Something happened! Cedric asked me to come over and say that a Dementor appeared in the Hufflepuff auditorium and is attacking students! You should go and have a look! Cedric will go back to help a Slytherin student who is fighting off the Dementor!"

Snape, who had just calmed down after seeing that Harry was fine, became furious again. He strode forward and stared at the badger who came to report the news. "Speak clearly! Who is resisting?"

The little badger swallowed his saliva immediately, as he was frightened to death by the snake king's roar.

"Calm down, Severus, I won't let anything happen to my students." Dumbledore said calmly, but his expression was more like a volcano suppressed by a snowstorm, and no one knew when it would erupt.

"You take Harry to Poppy first." He instructed Snape, "Minerva, you organize the students to return to the castle first." Then without waiting for Professor McGonagall's reply, he waved his wand and disappeared again with a snap.

...

"White!"

After clearing out the students in this area, Cedric hurried back and saw Winster with his eyes tightly closed. The Dementor was slowly floating towards him, breathing greedily in the air. Cedric seemed to see their happiness being sucked out, revealing a painful and sad expression. The little badger next to him was about to collapse, his face as pale as a dead person. The tattered corners of the Dementor's robes were waving around Winster's protective shield, cutting through Winster's layers of protection.

Cedric waved his wand vigorously, casting barrier spells that were constantly broken to delay time, while shouting the names of those who were still awake.

"White! Winster White! Wake up! I've sent someone to notify Headmaster Dumbledore! They'll be here soon! Hold on a little longer!"

But seeing the Dementors getting closer and closer, Cedric broke out in a cold sweat. There were too few spells that could block and harm the Dementors, so the Obstacle Spells that Cedric cast continuously could only barely delay the Dementors' pace.

He was about to lose strength, and even started shouting to provoke the Dementors, hoping to attract their attention and divert their attention. But the Dementors resolutely and greedily pounced on the badger behind Winster.

Winster still had his eyes tightly closed, veins bulging, and he was in agony. No matter how much he shouted, he couldn't wake up.

Cedric gritted his teeth and was about to rush forward, using his emotions to delay the Dementors.

At this moment, the stadium fell into silence. An endless chill surged from the center of the stadium to the Dementor in the audience.

Cedric vaguely heard an excited roar, and the Dementors increased their speed and broke the last defense of Cedric and Winston.

The little badger behind Winster had fallen to the ground, unconscious.

Cedric rushed forward to block it.

"The principal will not let you go, you dirty, ugly monster!!!"

Immediately afterwards, Cedric also felt a sense of powerlessness, as if all the happiness in his life had disappeared, and painful memories flooded into his heart uncontrollably.

"Do not……"

Cedric struggled to hold on to the last bit of clarity and reason. He didn't have that many painful memories, so he could hold on for a while. If he continued, even the bad parts of those happy memories would be magnified. When he recalled them again, the happy memories would no longer be pure, as if he had eaten a mouthful of coarse and bitter gravel while eating his favorite cake, sweet and bitter, until he could no longer taste the happy memories, and only a mouthful of gravel would be left.

Suddenly, he heard a few faint screams. Cedric turned his head with difficulty, only to see darkness in the sky.

Lightning flashed suddenly and illuminated the sky -

Countless tattered black robes fluttered in the air, all Dementors, countless Dementors -

The overwhelming ice froze the hearts of every viewer.

Dumbledore, Dumbledore, why hasn't he taken action yet?

Dumbledore lived up to everyone's expectations, with his huge iconic phoenix soaring in the darkness.

As daylight suddenly brightened, the Dementors that fled more slowly immediately disappeared into thin air.

The Dementors in the audience could not help but pause. Just when Cedric had hope, he reluctantly brought his robe closer, the smelly robe almost stuck to the faces of the two men, stroking them constantly.

Cedric got goosebumps all over his body, but he didn't have the strength to escape. He just covered the unconscious badger behind him more tightly.

But the Dementors wanted to eat everything they could from the two of them, and they also longed for the soul of the unconscious student who had been sucked to the limit of pleasure, so they stopped sucking for a moment.

Winster groaned and woke up from a severe headache. All the memories suddenly came back to his mind like a tide. He felt as if his head had been pried open, and his temples were throbbing with pain.

Winster took advantage of the moment when the Dementor was intimidated by the Phoenix Patronus and hesitated, and he grabbed this opportunity and screamed with a splitting headache: "Exorcist Patronus!"

A burst of white light emerged from the tip of the wand in time, turning into thick fog that continuously blocked the Dementors from approaching.

The Dementor roared angrily and scratched at the air with its rotten claws. It was powerless to do anything about the food that was previously within its reach. It could only suck desperately in the air as if to make up for it.

Winster finally had the time to take a few breaths. When he opened his eyes, he saw the ugly big mouth under the Dementor's hood, and he had no time to notice Cedric who had dragged himself in.

As soon as the last protective shield was broken, Winster tried his best to empty himself and not pay attention to the memories that came one after another. He barely managed to isolate himself, isolate himself from the influence of the Dementors, and wake up from the inexplicably triggered memories.

"What should we do next!" Cedric shouted, and his tense body suddenly relaxed.

Winster's face turned pale and he didn't wait for a reply. There was a bang and Dumbledore appeared on the scene.

"Well done, boys," said Dumbledore, and he waved his wand and the Phoenix Patronus sprang out of it.

The Dementors tried to escape but were blocked and forced back, desperately staying where they were according to Dumbledore's will.

"Slytherin and Hufflepuff each get fifty points for your heroic actions." Dumbledore restrained the Dementor, summoned a stretcher, and put the unconscious badger on it: "- I will make this Dementor pay the price it deserves." Dumbledore whispered, "I promise." His cold gaze moved back to the Dementor, and this greedy and foolish monster seemed to shrink back.

"Ah, yes," Dumbledore walked a few steps away and then stopped again, "I'm afraid you'll have to go see Professor Snape, White."

Winster nodded, and as soon as he moved, his head felt like it was about to split open, as if someone was using a drill to try to drill a hole in his head.

Cedric accepted the result and returned to the castle with the unconscious student.