HP: For a better world

The time of remedial lessons passed as Winster happily compared the traces of the flow of magic power, and soon it was the end of July.

On the first morning of August, the therapist knocked on Winster's door and told him that he could be discharged. Then, an owl visited the ward. Winster opened the letter, placed some snacks in the ward in front of the owl, and sat at the table to read the letter:

[This week's make-up class is cancelled, waiting for further notice - S.S]

Winster casually tucked the letter into his Potions textbook, jumped off his chair and ran out of the room.

He ran to the stairs and skillfully went down to the information desk on the first floor.

He searched one by one at the outermost edge of the newspaper rack next to the information desk. "Sure enough, it's here!" Winster pulled out a stack of The Daily Prophet from a pile of newspapers, shook it, and spread it out -

The cover of the newspaper had yesterday's date written on it, and a large photo filled the entire cover: a man with a haggard face and long, messy hair sat in a dusty corner, giving a gloomy and numb look.

Winster continued reading:

[Blake is still at large

Sirius Black, arguably the most evil prisoner ever held in Azkaban prison, remains at large, the Ministry of Magic has confirmed today.

"We are doing everything we can to bring Black back to justice," said Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge this morning, "and we implore the wizarding community to remain calm."]

Winster was completely immersed in learning magic during this period. He asked a lot of questions about his thoughts in class. Although Snape scolded him for being so audacious, many problems were solved. He almost forgot to pay attention to Sirius's escape from prison... The prisoner of Azkaban was about to begin. But he still had to consider where to live after being discharged from the hospital. Winster could not choose to go back to the orphanage to spend the rest of the vacation. He could barely fool around with the sudden changes in Hogwarts for two years, but once he went back, his habits that did not belong to the orphanage would inevitably be discovered. He had never stayed in an orphanage, but he had a lot of experience in boarding school. In other words, he had to get to know Harry Potter.

Let me think, yesterday was Harry's birthday. According to the plot, Harry blew up his aunt and ran to Diagon Alley overnight, but was blocked by Fudge who came to look for him, and now he is living in the Leaky Cauldron.

How about going to the Leaky Cauldron? Harry was surrounded by Ministry of Magic protection personnel, and Black couldn't really attack his godson, so it was very safe.

Winster touched his wallet and fell into deep thought.

……

"White?" Harry was waiting for his breakfast at his table in the Leaky Cauldron, and was surprised to see his Slytherin classmate holding a plate of hot fried eggs and bacon in front of him.

"It's me, good morning, Potter." Winster greeted and sat down with a few slices of bread in front of him.

Harry looked at where he was, then looked at White, "…Why are you here?"

"I heard from Hermione that you suffered severe memory damage...I mean, are you okay?"

White took a bite of bread and swallowed a sip of water before he could answer him. "I work at the nearby Flourish and Blotts bookstore to make up for my expenses." He shrugged and said, "You know, I'm an orphan. Although I have some inheritance from my mother, it will be completely depleted before the fifth grade to support my expenses for the entire school year."

"As for the memory damage, thanks to Professor Snape, he came to give me extra lessons from time to time during this holiday, which really helped me a lot..." Harry couldn't help but interrupt him: "You mean Snape... Professor will come to give you extra lessons?" He added the word professor stiffly.

White nodded and looked at the time-revealing spell: "Let me see... Yes! This afternoon, in four hours."

"The owl just informed me, so I came to remind you that you don't want to be caught by him," he quickly took a few bites of bread and swallowed the last bit. He stood up and prepared to leave. "I have to go to work part-time, see you later-by the way," White turned around and said a little embarrassedly, "If you need my help, Harry, I will do my best." He smiled at Harry with his eyes bent. His blue eyes were as clear as a lake in the sun.

Winster left.

Harry didn't expect that he could have a peaceful chat with a Slytherin, and he could sense that the other party had good intentions. ...Maybe it was because Winston knew that I rescued him from the Chamber of Secrets? He was still a friend of Hermione who always said that he was different from other Slytherins...Ron might not be very happy.

Harry couldn't help but think of Hermione's quarrel with Ron in his first year and how she used Winchester to pressure him. He had also finished his breakfast and planned to go to Mr. Fusco's ice cream shop to enjoy the sunshine for the whole day at the small table outside. There was also a free ice cream every half hour.

Severus Snape walked into the Leaky Cauldron with a depressed mood. He took a quick look and walked straight to Old Tom. He knocked on the bar impatiently and said, "Excuse me, where is Winster White?"

"Professor...?" A hesitant voice called out to him, and Snape looked over and saw two black-haired little wizards sitting in a corner of the bar, blocked by the drinking crowd around them. It was not until White spoke that Snape saw this troublemaker in the crowd - no, two - one of whom had slightly long and slightly curly hair draped over his shoulders, and the other had messy hair. There was a scar left by the mark of dark magic on the familiar head.

There were two pieces of parchment and a pile of textbooks on the table, and only one of the parchments was dipped in fresh ink. And the messy hairy head that wanted to shrink to the ground. Snape instantly thought of Harry Potter, who had inflated his aunt to run away and forced him to look for her in the middle of the night.

——It is obvious that the famous savior Harry Potter has been replaced by a mandrake trying to bury his head in the soil. I sincerely hope that I will not have to repot this giant monster that has turned into a mandrake under Dumbledore's orders in the future.

"…It seems that our Mr. Pott has become so confident and arrogant that he has become a great wizard and does not need to fool his poor, soon-to-be-deaf Potions Professor by writing homework that is as bad as a troll's butt."

Snape glanced at Potter and sneered at the two of them. Winston straightened his back with a start, put his elbows on the parchment in an attempt to block Snape's deadly gaze at the parchment, and quickly stepped on Potter, who was trying to hide, to make him sit up quickly.

"Ah... our great savior Harry Potter," Harry got up from the floor with despair, but it was too late. The poison sprayed over the two people's heads: "It seems that you can always find a nanny... Isn't it another new friend who is willing to help you... to loosen the soil in your barren brain." Snape sneered, "I will tell this matter-" He glanced at the content on the parchment, which had a few lines of Transfiguration points written on it. "- Tell Professor McGonagall." Then he turned his eyes and fixed his gaze on Winster. Winster quickly turned his eyes away.

"Let me see if Mr. White has made great progress and completed our progress perfectly, so that he has the leisure to massage the troll's non-existent brain here. - Come here, White! Go to your room!" Snape's voice was very low but it exploded like a thunder in Winster's ear, "Let me see your results!"

Winster walked over with a deathly pale face. Harry watched Winster's back with sympathy, his eyes seemed as if he was watching a dead person.

Two hours after the class ended, Professor Snape left the bar.

Harry moved closer, watching Snape as he went away in case he suddenly turned around.

"I always thought you were Snape's favorite student," Harry whispered to Winston, "He never scolded you in class before, but he could find fault with even Malfoy."

"I think so too," Winster spread his hands, indicating that he had no previous memories, "but Professor Snape will only be merciful and give up his venomous tongue when he is in a good mood," he added.

Then they agreed to go shopping for the new semester next week. Harry was horrified and began to look for his book list, trying to remember where it was stuffed. Winston, who was standing by, had already started to fantasize: "You can come in the afternoon. After I help you tame the monster book, I can ask the store manager for leave and we can go shopping together!" He took out a long piece of parchment and said as he looked at the columns of textbooks listed on the parchment.

Harry exhaled and looked up. He finally found the list of textbooks sent to him in Hedwig's owl rations. He ran his finger over the titles of the books on the list, "... Um, you mean this Monster Book of Monsters? Hagrid gave me one... Oops!" Harry took out a thick leather book tied tightly with a belt from his bag. As soon as the book came out, it struggled desperately, broke free from Harry's hand and banged the floor frantically, and the belt made a fragile "bang" sound. Winster bent down and picked up the book, and stroked the spine of the book.

The monster book fell silent.

Winster returned the book to Harry. Harry opened his mouth wide: "How did you do it? Why did it suddenly become quiet?"

Winster held up the book and pointed the spine towards Harry. "Just touch their spines like this," he demonstrated to Harry.

"How did you come up with that?" Harry took the book in amazement and read it over and over again.

Winster spread his hands. "Maybe it's because I know that the monster book is probably the teaching material for the course on protecting magical wild animals?" He smiled proudly. "I got this job thanks to this." He knocked on the quiet monster book.

Winster remembered very clearly that Hagrid was the professor of the third-year Care of Magical Wildlife course. Normally, when he was teaching, everyone would know how to tame this book of biting monsters.

Of course, this cannot be said.

Winster blinked, "Then I'll be leaving first, Harry, see you in the afternoon!" He jumped off the chair, waved goodbye to Harry, and walked out of the Leaky Cauldron.

Winster walked in Diagon Alley. The crowded streets were filled with magical equipment. Although he had seen them all in the past few weeks, he still looked around with great interest.

He had the Galleons he had earned from working part-time in the past few weeks, thanks to Hagrid's monster book. Before going to Flourish and Blotts, Winster was worried that his idea of ​​using this method to get a part-time job would not work out. You know, Flourish and Blotts was not short of people, and he, a half-blood from an orphanage, didn't have the connections to find a good part-time job.

……

——A few weeks ago.

In Flourish and Blotts, the monster books were fighting wildly in cages, and pieces of paper were flying everywhere like snowflakes.

The manager of Flourish and Blotts tried to curb the overly lively books—but only added new scars to his miserable exterior.

Winster walked up and politely asked if Flourish and Blotts needed any more help. The manager certainly didn't want to incur any extra expenses - he regretted buying the monster books. But when Winster suggested that he had a way to tame these monster books:

"Are you sure, little sir?" The manager emphasized the age of the little wizard in front of him. He looked suspiciously at the black-haired, blue-eyed little wizard who claimed that he could make the monster book quiet down and was willing to enter the cage of the book to demonstrate. He looked only eleven or twelve years old. The magic education received by little wizards of this age is still at the basic stage. Asking them to do things will often only make things worse.

"Of course, if you are worried that I will get hurt and you will need compensation, I can sign an agreement with you to ensure that what you are worried about will not happen." Winster said. He reached out and took out a simple contract from his arms and placed it on the table on tiptoe. "But if I prove myself and save your loss, in exchange - you have to provide me with a job with a monthly salary of 50 Galleons."

The manager pushed up his glasses and squinted as he looked Winster up and down.

"You are... a Slytherin?"

"Yes."

The manager showed a look of realization. He signed the contract and then, while muttering something like "I knew it", "cunning", "you can tell at a glance that he is a snake", he asked Winster to bring him a set of thick clothes and leather gloves.

Winster put them on and approached the cage cautiously. A monster book noticed him and slammed into the railing, biting it madly. The railing creaked harshly, and the cage trembled and looked shaky.

Winster drew out his wand and pointed it at the nearest book: "——Immubuls (All immobilized)"

The book in the cage suddenly slowed down. Winster saw the gap and quickly grabbed the book's spine and took it out of the cage. He counted the control time of the freezing spell in his mind, and when it was about to disappear, he patted its back a few times like touching a cat.

"Squeak--" The iron cage let out a sharp scream, and the monster book in the cage instantly returned to normal, and began to tear again. The monster book in Winster's hand yawned lazily, and the pages drooped down, and then stopped moving.

The manager looked very excited. He muttered "Merlin's underwear" and walked back to Winster. He grabbed Winster's hand and said, "Deal!"

……

Winster thought about it as he walked towards the clerk of Flourish and Blotts who was waving at him. However, in the end, it was a deal. The two of them still argued about the amount of salary, and finally set the monthly salary at 40 Galleons a month, which was not high, but it was different for many wizard students who worked during the holidays. In addition, Winster secretly suggested providing some "extra services" to those wealthy noble families for a fee, and made a lot of extra money by appeasing the monster book. Snape also promised to let him go to the potion store to discuss the purchase of materials for practice after the potion class. Excluding the cost of accommodation in the Leaky Cauldron, he now has about Galleons in his wallet. He plans to use this money to buy teaching materials and potion materials to practice some advanced potions... After all, Winster can't practice the handling of potion materials by getting confinement by contradicting his own dean - is it possible to blow up the crucible?

The professor will scold me to death!

Winster seemed to see Snape giving him a killing curse. He shuddered and shook his head to get rid of this terrible thought. He walked into Flourish and Blotts and got down to work.