HP: For a better world

"Me?" asked Winston in surprise.

Wasn't Harry supposed to learn the Patronus from Lupin?

Harry smiled bitterly.

“I fainted again,” he said, “in the middle of the game.”

"I don't understand, am I too fragile?" Harry said with confusion in his eyes.

"No," Winster immediately understood that Harry felt it was too embarrassing to be different from others and always faint.

"I'm just as much a regular in the Hospital Wing as you are, Harry. I'm no better at encountering Dementors than you are," he said, lifting his sleeve to let Harry smell the scent of potions lingering on him.

"Ugh—what's that smell!" Harry leaned back immediately.

"Potion smell. Professor Snape gave me some of his special potion."

Snape's special potion refers to the original potion or a more enhanced potion, highlighting a variety of flavors.

Harry looked sympathetic, but he still covered his nose and quickly stepped back. "Oh my God, how much did you drink?"

"Don't talk like you're drinking," Winster shrugged and said casually, "I didn't count, probably seven or eight bottles."

There are seven or eight bottles of powerful medicines that are linked together.

Winster now felt a mixed taste in his mouth, and his stomach was churning with the potion.

"And, Harry, you should say Merlin," Winston reminded, folding his hands.

"It's not like you don't understand." Harry said indifferently, relaxing, as if Winston, who had drunk more potion, was more vulnerable. But he didn't faint either.

"Then let me ask a question. Harry, do you know the characteristics of Dementors?"

"Sucks happiness, gives people colds..." Harry counted them off on his hands, "... and most spells don't work on them."

"Yes," said Winster, "and it can bring out the most painful memories in people's hearts. The worse the experience, the greater the impact on the person. The impact on real dark wizards is not that deep."

Of course, dark wizards can't use the Patronus Charm.

"But you can release white mist, which is better than most people." Harry pointed out why he thought Winston could teach him.

"Then you should also learn more mature techniques from successful wizards, Harry. I can only release white mist - a semi-finished Patronus." Winster disagreed. "There are ready-made professors who can teach us."

"But maybe you just feel that you are the only one among the students who knows this skill and want to keep it." This thought flashed through Harry's mind.

Harry sighed and sat back down sullenly.

"What are you so anxious about? Harry, the Dementors will only stay in the school for one semester, and it may take a long time for you to learn the Patronus Charm." Winster asked puzzledly, but he remembered the black dog that appeared in the audience in the plot.

Could the Dementors that ran into the audience be chasing Black?

Harry hesitated. If he told Ron about the ominous signs, he would panic and scream for the next few days. If he told Hermione, she would laugh at him for believing Professor Trelawney's nonsense. If he told Winston, Winston believed in divination and would not panic as much as Ron, he would be more likely to analyze the situation with Harry and give him suggestions, just like they discussed Sirius Black on the train at the beginning of the term.

"…It's ominous." Harry confided, "I saw it again, in the Slytherin audience, with another cat."

"Slytherin..." Winster frowned and asked again as if to confirm: "Is it the audience seat at the top?"

"Yeah," Harry said absently, "there were a few students around, but Omen didn't hurt them."

Now that he thought about it, Harry felt that the cat looked familiar... Where did it come from? In the heavy rain, the cat was skinny and dark in color, so it was hard to tell what it was.

Will it be acquainted with 'unknown'?

——A cat and a dog?

Only then did Winster confirm that the Dementors had chased Black into the school. The Hufflepuff audience seats were connected to Slytherin. No wonder the Dementors were different from what Winster remembered. Not only did they appear in the venue, but one of them also ran into the audience seats.

But Black actually watched Harry's game in the Slytherin audience.

Wasn't he worried that the Dementors might harm the students?

Winster thought of the second years, none of whom had died, and looked at Harry thoughtfully.

Dumbledore, Hogwarts always seems so peaceful with Dumbledore around, but the danger is hidden in places that people can't see.

"Relax, Harry," Winston said. "The images in divination have different corresponding meanings in different contexts. Just like the tea leaf divination we learned, it makes sense to interpret it from different angles."

If the tea leaves are rotated clockwise, the images will change even if they originally looked similar.

"And you see, the black dog that Trelawney mentioned was also seen by others. That was also an ominous sign for them." Winster said. He remembered that the people sitting at the top of the Slytherin audience were Luo and his group. Winster said goodbye to them there before the game started.

But Winster's attention was quickly diverted. For him, there was no secret about Black. Harry saw that the cat next to him was even more important to Winster.

The audience Harry saw was supposed to be empty.

Is this because something has changed? But there are no more changes. The plot is still Harry losing the game, falling from the sky, losing his broom, Dementors breaking into the arena, and Dumbledore is furious. All the major trends have not changed.

Winster remembered that Hermione said she wanted to lock up Crow Mountain the night before the game.

Harry didn't know what Winster was thinking, he just said unhappily: "But I'm unlucky every time I see it!" His eyes couldn't help but look at the pile of wood chips at the head of the bed.

Winster saw the torn pieces of Harry's Nimbus.

Harry rejected Hermione's idea of ​​throwing it away, and kept the pieces, as if trying to put it back together.

But Harry knew that was a dream. Even if he put the broom back together, it would lose its magic and would no longer be able to fly.

"The last time I saw it, it inflated my aunt. This time, I not only lost the game, but also encountered a Dementor falling from the sky and lost my broom. Malfoy will definitely laugh at me tomorrow." Harry said with resentment, and when he mentioned the broom, it seemed like he was talking about a friend without a name. It can be seen that Quidditch Seekers value their brooms.

Harry was already imagining how he would fight back if Malfoy laughed at him tomorrow.

"Although it's inflated, aunt - but you have left the Privet Lane you hate, haven't you?" Winster tried his best to comfort him.

After all, Black is Harry's godfather. Later he found out that it was the godfather who caused so many bad things... Winster's expression was tense.

Harry reminded him darkly, "... and lost the game. He even lost his broom."

Winster choked.

People's joys and sorrows are not the same, Slytherin only thought Harry was noisy. After three years, they finally won a single match against Gryffindor. Before Winster went to Snape's office, he heard several people happily shouting to celebrate.

"Don't think too much, Harry. You won't die with Dumbledore around you." Winster said such nonsense that even he believed it.

As long as Dumbledore is around, Harry will not die anyway.

The other students are actually more dangerous. There are countless supporting characters who died before the protagonist won the story.

"If you are still worried," Winster said, "then come with me to see Professor Lupin tomorrow."

"click"

The clock hand on the wall jumped to eleven o'clock.

Curfew started.

...

...

——Ministry of Magic——

After Dumbledore and Snape left the Ministry of Magic, many members heard a violent commotion erupting in the Minister's office at the innermost part of the Ministry.

"Dumbledore has gone too far!"

Fudge roared angrily and swept everything on the table to the ground.

He was breathing rapidly like an angry bull.

At this time, someone knocked on the door.

"Who!" Fudge shouted with a sinister expression, obviously transferring his anger directly to the person knocking on the door who didn't know how to read his expression.

There was a pause in the knock on the door, as if the person inside was unexpectedly angry.

"It's a letter from Germany, Minister." A delicate and artificial voice sounded cautiously.

Fudge waved his wand fiercely with his anger still lingering.

The debris on the ground flew up one after another, and time seemed to flow backwards back to its original position. Seeing that most things were restored to their original state, he straightened his collar and spoke again.

"Come in," he said, his tone firm.

A slightly plump figure pushed open the door and walked in, holding a stack of documents in her arms, but she had a huge pink bow on her head.

Dolores Umbridge carefully controlled her eyes to avoid seeing anything she shouldn't see. In her heart, she cursed those little bitches outside who relied on their strong backgrounds and seniority to order her to deliver such important information and knock on the door.

Fudge couldn't help frowning when he saw the big pink bow on her head, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes when he looked at her charming round face.

"What is it?" Fudge said stubbornly, once again putting on his airs in front of his subordinates.

"The German Department for International Magical Cooperation would like to meet with you. To re-run the Triwizard Tournament."

And he was thinking nonchalantly about the fat witch knocking on the door rashly. It seemed that his lively mentality needed some training.

Fudge remembered that she seemed to be a newcomer who had recently been promoted to the Secretariat.

Which family recommended her? Fudge thought about it and said casually, "Germany wants to hold the Triwizard Tournament? I see."

He waved his hand, indicating that Umbridge could leave after delivering the letter.

But Fudge took the letter and hadn't read it for long when he suddenly called out to Umbridge.

"--etc."

Umbridge turned around and saw Fudge dusting the letter. In the lower corner of the letter, in addition to the signature of the German Department of International Magical Affairs, there was also the name of the headmaster of the magic school Durmstrang. "It has been hundreds of years since the Triwizard Tournament was held - why did Karkaroff suddenly apply to their Ministry of Magic to hold this competition?"

The Triwizard Tournament has become infamous for killing, maiming, and seriously injuring competitors over the centuries since it was held.

"I heard there's been a lot of noise in Germany lately," Umbridge's eyes rolled, and she immediately told him the news she had heard from some pure-blood families.

She pretended to reveal the name of a pure-blood wizard who was her source of information. "...she said that her father, who is the head Auror, has been very busy lately, and someone is advocating the abolition of the Statute of Secrecy. Many senior Aurors have been re-employed."

Umbridge's sweet voice rang out.

"I don't know what happened." She asked pretending to be ignorant.