HP: For a better world

Gryffindor common room.

Ron held his head in his hand, writing on a blank piece of parchment with a used and featherless quill in his other hand.

"What is your method of writing?"

Harry sat by the fire, and thought about it, scratching his face in embarrassment. "I wrote that when the peephole sounds, we should use the ESP spell to explore the surroundings in advance, and run away after confirming that the danger is a werewolf..." Harry's tone became uncertain. "...We should be able to run away, probably."

Ron rolled his eyes and slumped on the table, saying gloomily, "Thank you for eliminating another option for me, Harry. I've already given you my peephole...what about him?"

Harry understood and said hesitantly: "Winster... he wrote a combination of Silence and Disillusionment Charm..."

Winster said that with this combination, he could escape on the spot.

"He has learned everything?"

"Yeah," said Harry, "and he asked me to help him look at it. It's a pity that he hasn't quite mastered silent casting yet."

"Well... genius," Ron said sarcastically, leaning over the table. He lay there for a while, then sighed and stood up again to write and draw on the parchment.

Harry was flipping through a thick leather book with many animated illustrations. On the side of the book was written: "Quidditch Tricks: You Are the Next Quidditch Star!"

A handsome wizard on a broom flew across the cover and gave Ron a thumbs-up, showing his big white teeth. He looked a bit like Lockhart. Ron knew him. He was Viktor Krum, the star seeker of the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team.

After a while, Ron looked up again, "Harry, when did you learn the ESP spell? How come I didn't know about it?"

Harry looked up in confusion. "I haven't learned it... He can't possibly ask a werewolf to come. Isn't that what they always did before?"

"Oh, right." Ron muttered, and continued to write furiously. Perhaps it was because the fifth-year Potions class was about to end, and Snape would find someone who was bold enough not to complete his homework, and he was a Gryffindor, and even a friend of Potter. Ron stopped distracting and started writing frantically while flipping through a book next to him.

But now it was Harry's turn to fidget after flipping through the book. He wiggled his hips in his chair, trying to figure out how to start.

Ron picked up the pen, looked at it, dipped it into the ink bottle beside him, and continued writing.

Harry's eyes began to dart around, as if there were some invisible bugs in the air. Ron seemed to be sitting still, writing indifferently.

Swish, swish, swish... He never stopped writing and kept writing smoothly.

"Ron." Harry couldn't help but call out as he watched him finish writing on most of the parchment and pause while turning the pages of the book.

Now most of the people in the Gryffindor common room are in class, with only a few students who are about to graduate gathered on the other side, chatting leisurely and drinking sweet-smelling drinks brought in from somewhere, with a hint of cream, which smelled very tempting.

"What?" Ron scratched his face with the tip of a feather, looking thoughtful.

"Why?" Harry stammered, leaning forward and whispering, "I mean why do you always have some opinions about Winston - just because he is... Slytherin?" Harry whispered the last word even more quietly, as if he was afraid of waking someone up.

But of course no one paid attention to the two juniors who were talking quietly around the fireplace.

They were all talking about where they had interned and what jobs they wanted to choose, then clinked glasses, laughed and ate snacks.

The laughter was so loud that it perfectly drowned out the conversation between Harry and Ron.

"What did you say? Winster?" Ron seemed not to hear his last few words clearly. He just heard Winster's name, and his expression suddenly became very bad: "Harry, I'm not saying bad things about him behind his back again. He hurt Ginny, he brought her into danger, that's Volt, Volt...the mysterious man." Ron plucked up the courage to shout out that name, but after trying for a few times he still didn't dare to utter that syllable, and finally he could only stammer out, "You know who he is. Harry, our whole family is glad that Ginny survived. Mom's family all died at the hands of that man. Only some distant relatives are left."

"But... you know very well, Ron, that Winston was also implicated. He was controlled and had no control over himself. Just like Ginny was controlled and ordered the basilisk to petrify those students."

"But look at what he's doing. He's making friends with Malfoy - you didn't grow up in the wizarding world so you might not know... The last person that Malfoy made friends with was the old bat... Snape, our current Potions Professor." Ron said in a bad tone, "The one before that was my mother's generation ago, Malfoy sponsored the guy you know."

"Which one do you think he is?" Ron demanded aggressively.

Harry, Harry, thought either of these would be awful.

"Perhaps, maybe he's attracted by his talent for potions, Ron. We all know that Snape has a special liking for him." Look, he even asked Winston to collect the homework. Harry didn't dare to finish the second half of the sentence to provoke Ron.

"He's making friends with Malfoy," said Ron grimly. "Malfoy's letting him sit in his Quidditch seat."

"How can I be kind to him, Harry," Ron repeated, "Malfoy hurt Ginny."

Harry hesitated: "But..."

"No buts!" Ron raised his voice and almost screamed. "No good thing happens in Slytherin!"

"Look at him, and the few followers who always follow him!" Ron said fiercely. "Another Slytherin clique. Who knows if they are learning some dark arts behind the scenes? Snape is their instructor -"

Harry sighed. "But Hermione... You shouldn't have said that about Hermione, Ron. You said that about her... You said that about her as if she had completely surrendered to Slytherin. She didn't mean to scare Scabbers away."

Ron scribbled a few strokes on the parchment in annoyance. He pressed the tip of his pen hard on the parchment, making a hole. Then he stood up:

"That's it. I've finished writing, let's go and turn it in. After I turn it in, I'm going to go find Banban."

Ron, with a dark cloud hanging over him, strode out of the common room, followed closely by Harry.

...

...

"Knock knock."

"Come in--" Snape said loudly, and then lowered his head to look at the homework with a hole in it in his hand.

Winster walked in with a stack of papers, looking unhappy.

Snape raised his head lazily and glanced at him: "...What, did you have a fight?" He flicked the parchment in which he had poked a hole due to excessive force. On it, rows of large characters tried to occupy all the space in an ancient manner.

Winster was unhappy: "Teacher, how do you know everything?"

Snape raised an eyebrow. "Do I need to explain to you how bad your facial expression management is right now?"

Winster touched his face unhappily and tried to pull back the corners of his mouth.

"Actually, it's because of this." Snape raised the parchment homework in his hand with a playful tone.

Winster took the stack of homework and put it on the desk, then took away an unsigned letter that was temporarily placed on top.

"…Ron Weasley." Snape read the name written on the parchment. "He didn't seem to understand your efforts. Wait a little longer at the door. When I came back, I saw a lone piece of this homework stuck at the door of the portrait."

"Stuffing it in the gap of the picture frame, what a troll's way of hiding it... If I didn't know that he wasn't a studious person, I would have thought he was reminding me." Snape sneered.

Winster sat back in front of his cauldron. The potion was still bubbling and steaming, but it was thicker and no longer changing color. It looked like a big improvement, but the properties were so stable that when Winster added something else, the potion didn't move, and instead swallowed up the properties of the added medicine.

Failed again. Winster sighed and emptied it with a sullen face, leaving only a small portion to be put into the bottle he had recently hung on his chest.

The green pendant gleamed around his neck.

Take it back for analysis to see what the problem is.

"Too stable... I can see that you want to brew a potion to remove some curse." Snape glanced at it and said lightly, "You can't expect a potion to solve all problems. The properties of potions are usually changeable - the shrinking potion can turn every animal into its juvenile form. But it can't keep it in its juvenile form forever. Its key words are 'become smaller', 'restore' and 'protection'. The more keywords there are, the more difficult it is. The brewing time will also increase accordingly. What you have to do now is not to achieve your goal, but to limit it."

Winster reluctantly calmed down and listened to half of it.

There are no windows to the sky in the Potions Office. It is located in the basement of the castle, and there is only the Black Lake outside the window.

To get the owls to fly in, they had to knock on the door with their beaks.

Snape glanced at him, snorted softly, and lowered his head to continue marking his homework. Ron's parchment was placed on the top, with a bright "T" on it.

Then he saw Winster's homework: "You..."

The portrait suddenly opened back, and a short, fat, brown owl flew in, carefully avoiding the cauldron on the ground and landing on Winster's shoulder.

Winster gasped when she grabbed him with her claws: "Teacher, I have something to do, so I'll leave first." He put all the herbs into the crucible and started boiling them again, saying.

Snape stopped asking and nodded: "Go away."

Winster picked up the letter aside and walked out.

The portrait slowly spun the door shut.

The Gorgon in the portrait glared at him fiercely: "Next time you let an owl peck my hair, I will tell your teacher!"

She touched the head of a trembling snake, which was shaking against her neck with its eyes closed.

Winster ignored her and only asked Summer: "Did you find her? Where?"

"Coo, coo, coo, coo." Summer called a few times and angrily patted his head with her wings.

"Okay, okay, I don't understand. Take me to find it."

Summer flew out, and Winster followed behind.

They ran all the way to Black Lake.

"Huff, huff." Winster took a few breaths, raised his head and asked Summer: "Is this it? But this is a meadow, Summer."

Summer cooed twice.

"Okay, okay, can you still find her?"

Summer stood on a branch with her head tilted and said nothing. Winster had no choice but to give her a note.

"Find Hermione, Summer," Winster repeated.

Summer flew into the air, circled a few times in the air, and then fell back down, looking back innocently.

Winster, Winster had no choice but to let her go back to sleep.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon. The sky was still clear, the sun was gently shining on the grass, and the breeze was blowing through the treetops. An owl spread its wings and flew away into the distance - if Winston hadn't wanted to find Hermione, he would have been willing to stop and admire it.

Winster first ran to Hagrid's hut to find Hermione.

Hagrid was not in the room, and only Aragog opened the door for him with a pair of pliers.

Before Winster could say anything, he saw Aragog spit out two balls of spider silk and blasted him away.