HP: For a better world

(This chapter contains a lot of original plots, which cannot be skipped, so I wrote it a little longer. The plot accounts for about 2,000 to 4,000 words, and it is still a normal 4,000 update.)

"So you two escaped through this map?" Hermione pointed at Fred and George's gifts and said in a bad tone.

"Why don't they give this good thing to their only brother?" Ron complained with an expression of disbelief on his face, "Is this the treatment given to a younger brother? I want to protest to them -"

Harry nodded and said, "Yes. It's this secret passage. Winston and I were just strolling around Honeydukes wearing our invisibility cloaks when we spotted Lavender and you."

Winster curled his lips and asked the bartender for a cup of hot butterbeer. To be honest, it was not very tasty. It was sweet with a hint of bitterness, and made him feel dizzy. Winster did not like this kind of thing that would affect his sobriety. The bartender came over with a few cups of butterbeer, and Harry pulled up the invisibility cloak to cover his exposed face.

To avoid the motley crowd of students, they were now at the Three Broomsticks.

This was suggested by Ron, because there would be more adult wizards here and it wouldn't be as chaotic as the Hog's Head.

As Malfoy had revealed, the Minister of Magic was coming here today, so the security here would be stepped up, and as long as Harry stayed safely under the invisibility cloak, this would be a very safe place, both from the Dementors who were always patrolling around Hogsmeade and from the possible appearance of Black.

"Lavender?" Hermione took her cup of butterbeer and licked the foam gently, frowning and said, "I got separated from her and don't know where she went. I didn't see her in the fortune-telling shop either."

Ron rolled his eyes and said nonchalantly, "Don't worry about her. She's not going to get lost. You can explain it to her when you get back."

Hermione glanced at Ron speechlessly, watching him fix his gaze on the departing bartender. She waved her hand in front of his eyes unhappily, "Come back to your senses, Ronald. We're talking to Harry about this map!"

Winster raised his glass and clinked it with Harry, who had reappeared his head next to him, in a bored tone: "Yes, Miss Granger, you should continue the interrogation."

Harry happily drank a mouthful of butterbeer, then licked the circle of white foam on the corner of his mouth and said, "Although Filch doesn't know about this passage of Honeydukes. But."

"Hermione, there are so many people coming and going there, and there are Dementors patrolling here every sunset. I don't think he has the guts to come and cause trouble for me."

Ron looked away nostalgically: "Yes, Hermione, you know how scary Dementors are. Black wouldn't have the guts to do that."

Hermione glared at them all.

At this time, a group of wizards walked in, talking loudly while pushing open the door of the bar.

The wind and snow blew in from behind them.

Fudge and an Auror were in the lead. ("Hide, Harry," said Ron. "I see Fudge and Shacklebolt.")

Then a huge figure blocked the wind and snow, and Hagrid squeezed in from the door.

"...We have just checked. The footprints where the explosion occurred are covered by the wind and snow... Black hasn't left here yet, but he doesn't dare to come in." Fudge said to them.

"I wish I could run into him," Hagrid cried, "then I'd have a chance to crush him, damned traitor!"

Winston reached out and cast another Invisibility Charm on Harry.

Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick followed at the end and entered the bar.

The cold air stopped coming in.

"Please give us a glass of red currant liqueur, canyon water, two glasses of sherry soda and honey wine." The wizard named Shacklebolt ordered the female bartender in a low voice, then turned back. "Professor, Minister, is there anything else you want?"

"No, Kingsley!" said Fudge. "That's very nice. I was just thinking of a glass of sweet and sour fruit wine. With so many things to do, a wine with a low alcohol content is the most suitable."

Professor McGonagall and the others smiled and nodded, then walked to the inside of the bar near the fireplace and sat down.

Winster and the others are here too.

"You've been very busy lately, haven't you, Minister?" The female bartender came over with the single dish they ordered. "What brings you to my place, Sirius?"

"Who else but him, dear, it's great to see you, come and sit with us. Oh thank you," Fudge took the wine she handed over, "Rosmerta, come and join us, I think you have heard about what we are going to talk about."

Madam Rosmerta put down her drinks and sat down next to Fudge. Kingsley stepped back.

"what's up?"

"What else? About Black breaking into the school on Halloween," said Fudge, taking his dark green bowler hat off his head and placing it in his hand.

"That's what I heard," Rosmerta admitted.

Hagrid coughed awkwardly a few times, and Professor McGonagall glared at him with a look of disappointment.

"I heard you talking about the explosion, Minister, what happened?" Rosmerta asked worriedly. "Blake is still here?"

"A large rock exploded nearby. We suspect that Blake got angry when he saw the defenses were so tight... He ran away immediately, and we found nothing."

The Auror named Kingsley drank the glass of soda in his hand in silence.

"But you know those Dementors are affecting my business, Minister. They broke into my tavern twice just because they said Black might be hiding here," said Rosmerta unhappily.

"Of course I know... I don't like them either, dear, who can?" Fudge said with a smile, twisting his thick lower limbs, "I also encountered a few on the way here. It was really terrible, but they are really responsible... aren't they? Patrolling this area for us diligently every day..."

"Yeah, you get to try a few random snacks every day." Professor McGonagall said sarcastically, "Luckily Dumbledore doesn't allow them into the school."

At this point, Fudge's face seemed a little unhappy, but he soon smiled again: "Ah yes... Of course I support Dumbledore's decision, he is always right."

"They say Black did it..." Rosmerta said thoughtfully, "but I still can't believe it... He would actually fall to that level... Who would believe such a thing if they had seen them as children?"

"You know too little, Rosmerta." Fudge curled his lips, with contempt in his tone, "He has done worse things than you know."

"What? Worse than killing so many muggles…?"

"Yes," Professor McGonagall murmured, "worse than that - Rosmerta." Professor McGonagall looked over, "You said you remembered when they were little. Do you remember Potter? Not the little Potter we have now, but his father, James Potter."

"Oh of course - he often came to my place with some of his best friends - one of them was his best friend, Sirius Black!" Rostamer recalled, and then her voice suddenly dropped off, "...you mean, Professor McGonagall, you mean..."

"Best friends," Professor McGonagall blew her nose, "they are inseparable."

"Yeah," said Hagrid, "closer than the Weasley twins who are at school now. I've always thought their talent for mischief could rival James and Black."

Professor Flitwick interjected. "They were both extremely talented," he said with a sharp note in his voice. "They were skilled in Transfiguration. Minerva was very fond of them."

"And Lupin and Peter, four good brothers!" he added.

Fudge sighed and said, "You can imagine how good their relationship is. Potter even invited Black to be his best man and asked him to be Harry's godfather... No one wanted to tell poor little Harry about this... I mean, who could bear it?"

Professor McGonagall sniffled and kept wiping her welling tears with her handkerchief, while Professor Flitwick stood on his stool and patted her on the back to comfort her.

Rostamer glanced at them, then turned his gaze away and asked Fudge, "It can't be worse than this, right?"

Fudge shook his head and whispered back, "It's worse than that - you know the Fidelius Charm, Rostamer?"

She came over with interest.

"It's a kind of magic that involves hiding a secret within the soul of a living person. As long as the secret-keeper refuses to reveal it, no one will ever know the secret, and You-Know-Who won't be able to see it even if he puts his nose to his face," Professor Flitwick explained.

"That's it - Dumbledore suggested this method to them when You-Know-Who was hunting James Potter. Of course, Dumbledore also told them that he could be the Secret-Keeper."

Rostamo asked in confusion, "Then how come they were still discovered by the mysterious man? Could it be that..." she asked hesitantly.

Fudge sighed deeply, "...you can imagine the rest - James and the others finally gave the position of Secret Keeper to Black."

Rostamer covered his mouth in astonishment, "How could Headmaster Dumbledore agree to this?"

Professor McGonagall recalled sadly, "He couldn't beat them... I mean, Dumbledore respected their choice so much. Just because James Potter told Dumbledore that he believed Black would rather die than tell where they were, and that Black himself planned to hide... That's it, but Dumbledore was still worried. But now it seems that they still chose Black and believed his best friend... and then everything happened a week later."

The sound reached Harry's ears unimpeded.

He was speechless.

He just wanted to rush over and yell at them, demanding why they hadn't told him all this, but his feet seemed to have taken root, and he wasn't at all as lively as he was before when he had lifted his invisibility cloak and yelled at Ron.

Hermione and Ron couldn't see Harry's expression, but they knew it must be hard for Harry to accept it. Winston lowered his head slightly, and the invisibility spell covered his expression.

Even though he had known that Harry would know about this, and that it turned out to be a good thing in the end, Winston still felt bad for what he heard now.

"Harry..."

Before he could finish his words, the adult's voice rang out again.

"Black betrayed them?" asked Rosmerta.

"What else can we do?" Fudge said, "He betrayed his best brother, told You-Know-Who about his whereabouts, and killed them. Poor Harry lost his parents when he was only one year old."

"--Filthy, stinking, traitor!" Hagrid seemed unable to bear it any longer. He roared and slammed the table as he stood up. His voice was so loud that the whole tavern seemed to be shaking, and the voices of other people fell silent.

Professor McGonagall shouted sternly, "Keep your voice down! Hagrid, are you going to let news of this get around and reach Harry's ears?"

Hagrid sat down with a thump of frustration, covering his face with his hands. "No... I met him, before he killed so many people, after he killed James and Lily! I just rescued Harry from the ruins and met him..."

"I should have been suspicious at the time. He appeared there inexplicably, but I didn't know. I didn't know he was James and Lily's secret keeper. I asked him, 'What are you doing here? I've found Harry.' I thought he had heard about the attack by the You-Know-Who and was worried about his brothers, so he hurried here!" Hagrid's voice gradually became louder, and the rumbling sound shook the eardrums of the people around him. Many people left the tavern in unbearable pain.