HP: For a better world

"Ah, yes," Lupin repeated what Harry had said. "He got away."

"He must have found some way to deal with Dementors... Spending too much time with Dementors will cause them to lose their magic. I still don't believe he can..."

Lupin shook his head and sighed.

"So we hope to learn the Patronus Charm from you," said Winston. "We all saw how you dealt with the Dementors on the train - four of them."

Harry nodded hopefully.

Lupin smiled bitterly and touched his nose. "Kids, you think too highly of me. Think carefully, of the four Dementors you encountered, only two were outside your car door, and the rest were behind the car windows. I drove away one by relying on their fear of Dumbledore and their patronus, and the rest actually ran away because they were afraid - you all know how powerful the spells Dumbledore can cast."

"But……"

"But, Professor, we have to have a way to deal with them." Winster finished the sentence before Harry.

"It's impossible for Headmaster Dumbledore to stop them all the time - you know, Black is still on campus. The Ministry of Magic won't let him go."

Lupin looked at the two determined faces and took a breath with a toothache, "Okay, okay."

"You two both want to learn, right?"

Harry and Winston nodded vigorously.

Lupin covered his forehead in distress. "I'm afraid I'll have to wait until after Christmas. My illness always comes at the wrong time. Professor Snape taught me a few classes and told me that I had to write lesson plans. I've been busy making up lesson plans recently. How about next semester, Harry? Winster?"

Although Winster hoped to learn the Patronus Charm earlier, he and Harry agreed to Professor Lupin's arrangement.

Leaving the Defense Against the Dark Arts office, Harry and Winston found that they had to rush to the cellar for Potions class in more than an hour. But before that they had to go to the hall for lunch. Harry apologized and said he had to rush back to the dormitory to get the Potions textbook.

The two of them had to separate here.

Before leaving, Winster thought of Hagrid, who looked depressed even with Aragog around: "Harry, how long have you not visited Hagrid? He may be in a bad mood recently." Winster said tactfully. There were many people in Slytherin who paid attention to the Hippogriff incident, and most of them wanted to know whether Fudge would obey any request of Dumbledore.

After all, this matter was not a big deal, but at least no wizard was injured.

And at the center of their attention was Hagrid.

This kind of thing is not easy to explain to Harry, so he left quickly without waiting for Harry to call Winston. He also had to return the cup and arrive at the Potions classroom in advance, lest the teacher suddenly give instructions before class.

But what surprised Winster was that on the day after tomorrow, Wednesday, when Professor Snape started collecting homework, Ron actually didn't do his homework.

Was his quarrel with Hermione not over yet? Winston collected all the homework around him and stood in front of Ron again helplessly.

Ron's eyes widened, looking at Harry and Winston in disbelief: "What - didn't you say that Professor Lupin might not collect homework?"

"I did say that..." Winston stood in front of them holding a stack of parchment and scratched his head awkwardly, "But isn't this Professor Snape who's calling for the collection? I also have to go and watch over the homework submissions one by one."

"They've all - handed them in?" Ron pointed around the classroom in disbelief.

A few Gryffindors laughed secretly. The Slytherins were particularly confident. They laughed the loudest.

Malfoy stood behind them with his nose turned up, a smug look on his face - he almost walked with his head held high these days after defeating Harry - and was showing off to Crabbe and Goyle how easy the homework was, unlike some poor families who probably couldn't even afford defensive magic props.

"Of course, he can't use the method I wrote that only wealthy nobles can use--" Malfoy stretched out his voice proudly.

Winster felt a little jealous of his smug look.

Ron's face flushed (Malfoy was shouting so loudly that Ron must have heard it), and he said angrily: "You all wrote it! Why didn't anyone remind me!"

Harry scratched his hair awkwardly. He had recently been looking up information about Dementors with Winston, hoping to learn more about them before class. After fully understanding the difficulty of the Patronus Charm, he had been thinking hard about it for the past two days and had inadvertently forgotten about Ron, who snored every night as soon as he lay down on the bed.

"…Why should I do the Defense Against the Dark Arts homework just because Snape asks me to do it? He's not the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class!" Ron was complaining about the inappropriateness of Snape's assignments.

It's hard not to want to agree when you're a student, and Winster himself did the homework last night just in case.

For this reason, he even delayed experimenting with his own potion for a day.

Moreover. Winster laughed dryly, suspecting that Snape might be worried that Harry would be defenseless in the same room with Lupin, so he hoped to use this paper "Fighting Methods When Encountering Werewolves" to fill his "damn troll head" with something.

Hermione sneered behind him.

Crookshanks followed Hermione, wagging his tail.

Ron was even more unhappy when he heard this. Thinking of the fact that Hermione hadn't even stayed with them these few days, he turned his attention to Hermione and said, "And you, Hermione. You really don't even help me? You're as arrogant as your damn cat! Look at it - fuck! It's still staring at my pocket!"

"Go! There are no mice here! Go back to your cat bed." Ron stomped his feet and threatened Crookshanks who was walking towards him with an elegant cat step.

Hermione was so irritated by his attitude that she squatted down and picked up Crookshanks.

Crookshanks growled at Ron, looking like he was about to pounce on him. But he was still unwillingly picked up by Hermione's hand, and struggled to turn himself over with his paws on Hermione's chest. A fierce cat face was facing Ron.

"Can you please use your brain before you speak, Ronald? Who was it that said before that you didn't want my help? Who said, 'Ah, I can't do Snape's homework' - it was you." Hermione was so angry that she laughed.

She spoke out her annoyance in the past few days without stopping: "Don't always think that it is Crookshanks who is scaring your mouse! Remember what the clerk said, your mouse should have died of old age a long time ago, it is simply a gift from Merlin that it is sick now. There are so many cats in the school, only Crookshanks...ah ha, only Crookshanks can catch mice." Hermione said sarcastically. Winston could see that tears were brewing in her eyes because of her excessive excitement, but she stubbornly refused to let it fall.

"...Why don't you talk about Mrs. Norris? She and Filch are the main force in catching mice in the castle." She raised her chin hard, her voice choking with sobs: "Crookshanks also hates being locked up by me, just because of your mouse that has reached the age of old. Everyone's pet is a pet!"

Ron couldn't believe his ears. "Should have died of old age long ago? I can't believe you would say such vicious words. Look! Look! That damn cat, it's breathing at me again!"

Ron pointed angrily at Hermione's arms.

Crookshanks was arching his back with his paws half extended and half exposed, the pads popping out, and he was breathing in Ron's direction with his teeth bared.

"Yeah, it's feeling unhappy on my behalf," Hermione said sarcastically, "unlike some people who always blame others and get angry for no reason, and I--" Her chest heaved violently, "and I always give in to you, I've had enough. You only care about your mouse, Weasley. Do you know what Hagrid is going through? You don't know anything, you only care about your mouse!"

"Meow!" Crookshanks growled in response, scaring the mouse in Ron's pocket so much that it started to tremble.

Then Winster heard a scream.

"Oh no Scabbers!" Ron screamed and reached out to catch it.

A black, bald-haired rat struggled out of Ron's pocket, bit him hard, dodged Ron's hand, fell to the ground, and disappeared.

Ron was a step too late. He covered his hand that was bitten by the rat with a hissing sound and watched his pet rat disappear around the corner of the classroom.

"Scabbers——"

But Scabbers had already run away. Winster didn't have time to draw his wand, so he could only chase it a few steps until he reached the outside of the classroom, and then he watched it disappear into a crack in the castle - now no one knew which direction it had gone.

Why is it running? Hide and seek? No, something is wrong. Wormtail has escaped early.

Winster walked back slowly and shook his head at Ron, who was looking at him expectantly.

"Are you satisfied now?" Ron covered his hands and turned around to say to Hermione, "Scabbers ran away!"

Crookshanks' claws were completely out, and he was howling wildly, but he was still firmly held in Hermione's arms, and big tears fell on the cat's fur. Crookshanks' voice gradually fell, and his big tail swept Hermione's knees again and again, and he began to comfort Hermione with a "meow meow".

"Yes, it's all my fault." Hermione said to Ron with tears in her eyes, then ran away crying with the cat in her arms.

"You're going too far, Ron." Winston threw down the parchment in his arms and chased after her again, but he only saw Hermione disappearing around a corner.

Hermione was so angry that she even used a time-turner to avoid other people's attention.

Unable to see how many times Hermione turned, Winston had to walk back.

He couldn't help but lose his temper at Ron.

Now even Harry couldn't help but blame Ron.

"She said that Scabbers should have died a long time ago! Shouldn't I be angry!" Ron shouted angrily. "She also kept talking to me with her nose pointed at me. Does she look down on me? I think she has been leaning towards Slytherin for a long time." Ron kept looking at Winston while speaking.

"You deliberately prevented me from completing my homework, hoping to see Gryffindor lose points - Harry, I've already told you that there's nothing good about Slytherin! Who knows when he'll try to trick you? He's good friends with Malfoy now!"

The students in the classroom had already left in twos and threes. When Malfoy saw Hermione running away and Ron began to direct his anger at Winston, he quickly took his two followers who didn't know how to read the signs and walked away.

"Why, it's my fault again? I don't need you to question who I make friends with." Winston said coldly, "Besides, it's me who always quarrels with my friends and I always ignore my friends' normal advice? Weasley, you always make me see the stupidity of Gryffindor. Didn't I tell you that what I said was only a possibility? Things will change. Nothing in the world is eternal."

Winston glanced at Harry, then returned his gaze to Ron, the smile that had been on his face disappearing.

"I don't know what you're thinking. You dare to treat a mouse that has lived for ten years as a treasure? Animals with extraordinary abilities usually have magical abilities. Does your Scabbers have magical abilities or is he descended from a dragon?"

"It's just an ordinary mouse," said Ron unconvinced.

"Then you should also know that a seemingly ordinary thing has unusual abilities - 'Never trust anything that can think independently unless you see clearly where it hides its mind.'" Winster read out the words that the wizards warned their children and sneered.

"You can only see the head of the spotted mouse but not its heart. Think about my experience last year... Do you have to be like me to know what you should touch and what you shouldn't touch? Weasley, whose 'family is full of wizards'." Winston gathered the parchment papers that were handed in and said, "When you are done, come to the Potions Office and hand it in. The professors are basically in the office."

"Oh, by the way, Harry, mice carry a lot of germs. You know, even if you are a wizard, you should be careful if you are bitten by a mouse." Winston smiled slightly at Harry, then looked at Ron coldly again.

He gave Harry one last reminder, and walked away quickly with the parchment paper.

Harry had no idea what to do and stood there at a loss. Seeing Winston had also left, he had no choice but to face Ron, whose expression was becoming more and more incredulous.

"Uh, uh, Ron? How about we catch up on our homework first? Snape is teaching Fred and George right now, and we can hand it in before he finishes the class—"

As Winston walked out of the classroom, he could still hear Harry's voice carefully comforting Ron behind him.

The sound became smaller and smaller until it disappeared. Winster walked into the owl shed. There were strange birds everywhere. The owls were all sleeping. The shed was very quiet. Only the occasional hooting sound announced that a few owls had just finished their work and flew back from the window.

Winster found Summer in one of the nests, dozing off on one of the poles with one eye open and one eye closed.

Winster was too busy to take care of her owl, so he entrusted her to the school's owl shed. He only came to her when he needed her. Summer was a little unhappy, but she was responsible for buying various potion materials for Winster. Now Winster needed her to help send a message to Hermione.

"Summer...Summer..." Winster woke her up softly.

Summer opened her closed eye unhappily, "Good girl, take a letter to Hermione for me. Help me find where she is, and then tell me, okay? I'll wait for you in the Potions Office."

Winster was holding the parchment in both hands and could only free one hand to reach out and scratch Summer's head feathers. She felt comfortable and half-closed her eyes, looking sleepy.

"Coo, coo." Summer enjoyed it for a while, but still flapped his wings with regret, picked up a note handed over by Winster, and went to work diligently.

Filch's hoarse voice came from outside the door, "Good girl, Norris, you said you saw someone sneaking in? Well, let me see which rascal was trying to smuggle contraband--"