HP: For a better world

"Good morning, Harry." Winster walked lazily from the entrance hall with his hands in his pockets and greeted Harry, who was sitting at the long table in the college and cutting his steak dejectedly.

Christmas is coming soon.

This is the last weekend to go to Hogsmeade this semester, and the students are looking forward to it very much. They are looking forward to the seven-day Christmas holiday and the rare and indulgent Hogsmeade week.

They left the school early, cheering and jumping across the snow, rushing towards Hogsmeade in the drizzling snow. There were only two third-year students, Winston and Harry, left in the whole school, and most of the professors had gone out.

The entire auditorium has been decorated in the atmosphere of Christmas, with Christmas trees with stars and ribbons and large candy canes everywhere, and elk and reindeer dolls leaning against Santa Claus's sleigh with squinting eyes.

There were several gift boxes on the sled, which were still empty. Winster guessed that the school would put the gifts for the students who stayed on campus in them on Christmas Eve.

But Harry mentioned that the school only gave one or two quills every year, so there was no need to hold too high expectations.

"It's nearly noon, Winston," said Harry glumly.

"Good afternoon then." Winster nodded and changed his greeting accordingly.

Harry sighed heavily.

Winster walked past him as if he had heard nothing.

"Winster-winster!" Harry rushed over and held him back. "Don't go. We are the only two third-year students left in school today." Harry looked at him pitifully. "What are your plans?"

"Haven't you borrowed all the books?" Winster raised one eyebrow, "Classification of Flying Broomsticks, I think this is thick enough for you to read all day." He wanted to leave after saying that. Harry held him back again, "Come on, Hermione is angry, why are you angry with her? Ron is the type who says one thing and means another, you've also seen him complain about his own rat, Scabbers."

Winston rolled his eyes. "I'm not angry. I just want to have breakfast. Please, Harry, it's almost ten o'clock and breakfast needs to be taken away."

"Okay, okay, just pretend that you haven't been hiding from us for more than a month with Hermione." Harry pouted, then pulled Winston's hand and dragged him upstairs. "There are only some leftovers from breakfast now - it's better to have lunch directly later - let's go ask Professor Lupin if he can start teaching us the Patronus Charm in advance. I'm going crazy from being bored this weekend."

"It's only been two hours since you got up at eight o'clock this weekend, Harry." Winston was pulled up by him helplessly.

"Yeah, just two hours." Harry rolled his eyes almost to the back of his head, "They all went out to play. Only me... and you were left at school."

Winster spread his hands helplessly.

"Come on, what can we do? We have to go find Professor Lupin. He just got sick again a few days ago. We can't disturb him. Unless we play Gobstones... and get all sticky... Do you really want to play, Harry?" Winston refused to imagine that terrible scene. Even if he cleaned up, he didn't want to end up like that.

"We could also go see Hagrid—"

"Hagrid's out too, Harry," Winston added.

Harry let go of his hand in frustration.

By this time they had reached the fourth floor.

Harry wanted to drag Winster to the Defense Against the Dark Arts office on the third floor, but Winster refused to go and dragged Harry up one floor.

Lupin had just transformed a few days ago, so he was crazy enough to run over there even though he knew it was a safe period.

"Please, we can't sneak out of the school. Even if I can, you can't, Harry. Black is still outside." Winster rubbed his shoulders. He had been dragged up three floors by Harry and then dragged up to the fourth floor by his shoulders. He was really overworked. His tone was really helpless. Although Winster didn't know why the Weasley brothers hadn't asked Harry to give him the live map. But Filch was watching him closely, and the Disillusionment Charm couldn't stop Mrs. Norris's determination to catch bad students.

Suddenly, a small flying insect flew over and landed on Winster's shoulder, happily greeting Winster with its compound eyes and sharp abdominal needles.

"?!" Winster looked at it in horror.

"What kind of weather? Where did the bees come from! Oh damn." Winster slapped his shoulders frantically and dodged from time to time.

Harry was about to go up to help drive away the bees when he heard a familiar voice.

He seemed to hear someone calling him softly.

"Harry—"

George? Or Fred?

Harry looked around suspiciously.

"Harry, here, Harry—"

Harry turned back in confusion.

"Harry, we are here! Come here, come closer!" A guy who was not sure whether it was George or Fred was hiding behind the wall pillar and waving his hand to call him.

"Someone is calling me, Winster, I'm going to go over and take a look, you wait here for me--" Harry turned around and shouted as he ran over.

Winston, still frowning and patting his clothes, agreed without turning his head and didn't notice who called Harry over. He was still trying hard to catch the bee.

"Come on, Harry, we have a surprise to show you." George stepped forward, hugged Harry, bent down to avoid Winston's sight, and ran behind the wall, saying with a smile.

"That bug..."

"Hush." ​​George snickered and winked at him.

Harry bent down and followed George's strength to run to a corner behind the wall. A man who looked exactly like George was there, smiling and waving at them.

"Hey, brother, I brought Harry here." George took Harry in his arms and walked in front of Fred, "Don't forget that you lost."

"Well, you didn't win either, brother. We agreed to be together." Fred came forward and put his arm around Harry's other shoulder. The two of them held Harry on the left and right and went into the empty classroom in the dead corner of the wall.

Harry couldn't help laughing when he saw the two brothers coming up and holding him on both sides, because generally speaking, this must be some great fun. He couldn't wait to ask: "Why are you two still staying in school and not going to your 'supply area'?"

Fred and George looked at each other, as if they had reached some invisible understanding.

"What would you do if the two of us went to Hogsmeade? Harry." Fred let go of Harry and began to sigh in a sighing tone.

He shook his head and sighed.

"On this weekend morning, I saw a man, alone, seeing off his friend." George then let him go and recited sadly.

“I returned to the castle alone again,” Fred recalled solemnly.

"Playing with food and sighing."

"Our poor Harry - holding a big book, looking depressed." The twins lamented loudly.

George sobbed deliberately, and Fred pretended to hold his head, pat his back and soothe him, and even sang a lullaby in a naughty way.

It looked just like Fred's mother coaxing his baby George -

"Oh, don't." Harry bent over and held his stomach, his stomach almost aching from laughing.

"Don't say that to me, as if I'm some kind of resentful woman." Harry said after laughing enough and taking a breath.

Fred's face twisted, he let go of George and shrugged, "Okay, that's it anyway."

"We saw you alone in the castle, and you were unhappy - if it was me staying alone in the castle and Fred could go to Hogsmeade, I would be jealous too!"

"Oh," Fred rubbed his waist with a grin and laughed sarcastically: "How can you be jealous of me, dear George——"

George pinched Fred's belly viciously, "I'll take a dung ball and stuff it under your quilt while you're sleeping--"

"Then the next morning, I'm stinking and I go to the Quidditch field, and Angelina asks me, 'Hey, Fred, why do you stink so much today?' - then I'll definitely say, 'Sorry Angelina, I'm George today -'" Fred dodged George's pinch on his hand with a strange smile, and pretended to imitate what he said to Angelina in a profound manner.

George gestured viciously to punch him.

Harry laughed his ass off.

"Ahem, anyway—" Fred brought the subject back. "We decided to give you a gift."

"An early Christmas present!" George nodded seriously.

"This way we don't have to worry about what gift to give you for Christmas!" Gemini said with a smile.

"Oh, you don't have to give me anything special, really, just the little things you make are great," said Harry.

Fred winked at Harry. "But we've thought about it - and even made a bet on who will give the gift."

George took the opportunity to say: "——You lose."

"You didn't win either, bro," Fred shot back.

George said bitterly, "Yeah, that's it. So we decided to come together to give you a gift, Harry."

"Introducing the Weasley twins' secret weapon: the Marauder's Map!"

The twins took out a piece of parchment and spread it out on the table, one on the left and one on the right.

"But... this is just a blank piece of parchment." Harry looked left and right, only to see a blank space on the parchment.

"Oh, Harry, it's not that simple. There are some little secrets." Fred cleared his throat and said, "-I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good."

A drop of ink spread out from the tip of Fred's wand, which was pointed at the parchment, and crawled across the entire map, outlining the entire picture of Hogwarts.

—Now Harry could see it was a map. The magic stairs on it were moving!

Then dark green writing began to emerge above the parchment.

"Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs

Gentlemen who are here to help magical mischief makers.

Introducing

Marauder's Map. "

Harry whispered.

"Oh," Harry looked up, "Are you really going to give me such a powerful magic item?"

The map showed Hogwarts Castle and its grounds in great detail. But what was really noteworthy was the dots of ink that moved along the map. Each dot had a person's name on it - Harry saw that next to the names of [Harry Potter] and Fred George there was a small black dot hovering a short distance away, with the words -

[Winster White]

...

Winster grabbed the bee that appeared in front of him out of nowhere and out of season.

Sure enough, the bee he caught and held in his hand turned into a small stone that could be found everywhere.

Superb Transfiguration.

The Weasley brothers? What are they doing to me? Winston narrowed his eyes.

-

"But now that I have the map, what are you going to do?" Harry looked at every trace of the crawling on the map. Dumbledore was pacing in the headmaster's office, Mrs. Norris was patrolling on the third floor, Lupin was sleeping in his office, Winston was beginning to walk towards this side suspiciously, and - a certain snake king was squatting in the potion classroom without moving.

"It's been fantastic."

Harry couldn't help but admire it. With this map, would he still be afraid of being caught when he went out at night? No wonder George and Fred could always escape Filch's pursuit.

"It's even better, Harry, it won't be that difficult to avoid Snape - look here." George tapped the table and pointed to the passages that spread out of Hogwarts.

"This, this and this - these are four passages that Filch already knows about," George pointed out to Harry one by one.

"To be honest, we were a little reluctant to part with it, after all, it had brought us through our innocent years - and Filch was always clamoring to put us in detention."

Fred chuckled. "He's been successful a few times, and recently he tried to catch us buying dung eggs from the Owlery. Oh Merlin, what fool would go to the Owlery to buy?"

George gave him an elbow. "The remaining three all lead to Hogsmeade. One entrance is at the Whomping Willow, one was fine until last winter but has collapsed now. The last one, the statue of the One-Eyed Witch, is right next to this classroom. Maybe you've noticed it - yes, Harry, it leads to the cellar of Honeydukes." George hooked his arm around Harry's shoulder and leaned closer to him and said, "That's the source of happiness for every little wizard. Little Ronnie's favorite place, isn't it, Harry?"

Harry couldn't help but smile and nodded, and couldn't wait to imagine the beautiful scenery of Hogsmeade. Maybe he could secretly scare Ron, who would definitely not object to Harry going out to play, and they could also go shopping together for those interesting shops that Ron mentioned.

The two of them were about to leave with silly smiles. Before leaving, Fred seemed to remember something and turned his head: "Oh, by the way, Harry, don't forget to wipe off the traces. Just say 'Prank over'!"

"-See you at Honeydukes." The two waved in unison and walked away arm in arm.

Fred and George were still there, and Harry could see Fred elbowing George in return. He could also vaguely hear them saying:

"We agreed to introduce each other together - you stole my line, Fred."

"Ahaha, who just said they were going to stuff a dung ball into my mouth?"

You could even hear George teasing Fred in a shrill voice and shaking his head.

"Oh my stinky baby Fred, you smell so amazing today~Will you agree to go on a date with me~Tsk tsk tsk tsk--"

Harry saw Fred jump up and throw the hood of George's cloak over his head and push it down fiercely. The two brothers fought and walked away from his sight.

Harry looked at them enviously, then lowered his head, tapped the parchment with his wand as Fred had taught him, and said, "The prank is over."

Before the ink disappeared, Winster's little black dot had already walked to the door of the empty classroom.

The door slammed.

"Knock knock."

"Harry?" Winster's voice was full of doubt. He had to knock on the door and ask, "Are you in there?"

Harry picked up the parchment and walked over, opening the door. "Yes, I'm in."

Winster then asked in confusion: "What do Fred and George want from you? I said there are no bees in winter."

He paused as he spoke, his eyes falling on the parchment in Harry's hand, and the question that seemed to have been in his mind all along flowed out of his mouth naturally: "What is this, Harry?"

—Hogsmeade, Honeydukes—

"Oh, Lavender, what do you think of this sugar quill?" Hermione asked casually, picking up a wrapped candy.

She was in Honeydukes's shop, in front of her was a pile of colorful and wonderful candies of all kinds, and behind her was her roommate Lavender, who she had dragged over to shop.

"Either is fine," Lavender answered absentmindedly, her eyes still glancing away.

"What about this?" Hermione picked up another bloody lollipop. She pinched it with disdain, thinking it was a candy for vampires.

She turned to look at her roommate.

"You have good taste," Lavender said, her eyes still fixed on the outside of the store.

Hermione put down the candy in dissatisfaction: "What are you looking at? Lavender, you have already brushed me off several times. We are here to go shopping! And now you haven't picked anything. Let me see."

"Oh, don't look!" Lavender hurriedly blocked Hermione's view. "He's not a good guy."

"What?" Hermione asked puzzled.

"Uh, well, I mean, that would be annoying for you, Hermione."

"Well, well, aren't we here to go shopping?" Lavender said quickly, her hands moving unnaturally on her clothes. She pulled Hermione over and pointed to the other side: "Why don't we go to that divination shop? I'm very interested in that!"

Hermione narrowed her eyes suspiciously.