HP: For a better world

But once outside, Snape quickly warned Winston that his admission did not mean his apprenticeship was finalized.

"Don't forget the potion I asked you to brew," he said. "Until you succeed, I will not announce this to the Apothecary Guild. I have never thought of showing someone's poor skills in front of other potion masters."

Snape glanced at Winster indifferently, ignored the two junior students following him, and walked away with his robes thrown off.

Winster's cauldron had been moved out long ago, and the cauldrons left in the potion office were all small, insignificant experiments. After all, Snape was really busy recently, and he couldn't ask the teacher to be busier to help him look after the crucible - students didn't do that.

The excuse just now was nothing more than Snape seeing through Winston's intention to slip away early, and Professor Trelawney was madly poking at his sore spots on Christmas.

Snape didn't want to get involved with Lupin about us, and he couldn't stand others questioning his potion skills.

"Okay, teacher." Winster agreed readily. He didn't care about those people in the Pharmacist Guild anyway. As long as he brewed a pot of potion of his own, what could he not get?

Although it's not easy.

But he had plenty of time, and he was not in a hurry. Rome was not built in a day, and there was no new potion that would succeed in one go. As long as he took his time, worked steadily, and continued to perfect his potion, he would surely succeed.

Although Snape always said one thing and meant another, he had obviously admitted that Winston was his student a long time ago. Otherwise, he would not have announced it in school.

……

After Christmas, Winston started to use the time turner again. As a result, Hermione had no time to do anything else and only focused on running between the library and the classroom.

And Winster was inevitably picked on by Professor Trelawney.

It was as if she had found a new target and began to bombard Winster. Winster had no way to avoid Professor Trelawney. He still had Divination class to attend, and this was an inevitable part of getting a perfect O in the final exam... To be honest, Winster really regretted it a little bit.

This class is not a must.

It was better than Professor Trelawney grabbing Harry's hand and muttering that this was the shortest lifeline I had ever seen in my life, and then approaching Winston and forcibly grabbing his hand, frowning and sighing the next second.

Winston could not escape Trelawney's attack, and listened to her muttering with a grim face: If you don't listen to fate, you will suffer disaster...

The next second she would talk about how Professor McGonagall has been sick and uncomfortable recently because Christmas did not follow the guidance of her, the prophet.

(But it was hard for Winster not to think that it was just Professor McGonagall who was a bit old and ate too much tripe out of spite and couldn't digest it - who would just take a bottle of digestive potion when they are sick?)

Then she once again talked about Lupin's avoidance of her proactively showing him the future, and spoke with a regretful tone about Lupin's premonition of his bad future, which attracted the students who liked Professor Lupin's class to be moved by her words. Then she sighed and hesitated to say something to Harry or Winston.

Luo Ou failed to rescue him from Professor Trelawney, and could only watch helplessly as Professor Trelawney talked about Winster's palm.

Harry was relieved and sympathetic.

But it must be said that Winster's disaster story was also very popular among his classmates. Professor Trelawney was as popular because of him as Harry was - this made Winster feel very puzzled.

As for Hermione, as Winston expected, she and Ron had a fight again not long after they had inexplicably reconciled.

"What's the reason this time?" Winster asked her again.

"An expensive gift from an unknown source," Hermione replied through gritted teeth.

At this time, they had just finished their first divination class since the beginning of the school year. Winston was forced by Trelawney to listen to the seemingly worried words of the charlatan, and he felt very annoyed. Hearing this, he immediately rolled his eyes and said venomously:

"I knew I couldn't count on Weasley's brain to function properly."

"Winster!" Hermione called out Winster's name with dissatisfaction.

"Isn't that right? He always finds some inexplicable reasons to target you and me." Winster stood up for Hermione. "The rocket crossbow has an unknown origin. What's wrong with you telling Professor McGonagall? Dangerous things should be handed over to people who can handle them, instead of foolishly thinking that you can do everything. It's important for people to know themselves."

It was rare for Hermione to hear a tone of contempt from Winster. She called Winster's name again with a little surprise, reminding them that they were just arguing, but they were still friends.

Winster frowned and said nothing.

"What happened to you today?" Hermione asked curiously, then sighed: "That's right... Trelawney went crazy and told someone every day that you were going to die. Anyone would be in a bad mood. I told you long ago that we should give up this course - and you said her divination was accurate, Winston."

Isn't this a filter from the original novel? We know that although Trelawney is usually unreliable, she is indeed a real prophet?

But Winston has come to his senses now. As for prophecies, Trelawney only made two prophecies about Harry in her life, and Winston knew the contents of both.

As long as Winster directly cuts off the key figure in Voldemort's resurrection, it will be fine. If Peter is eliminated, the rest will never happen again. As for Black, he is not a good person either. He escaped from prison without caring about anything and indirectly killed two hundred people whose happiness was sucked away by the Dementors. He is also the teacher's enemy. It is a blessing that he was able to clear his name by catching Peter.

He said reluctantly, "She is also a professor. We can only give up this course next semester. I can't refuse her face. I don't want to get a P in Divination alone."

Hermione pouted, holding the book with him, walked around a staircase that had just been turned away, and went down from the shortcut on the side.

Hagrid seemed to have recovered from his depression after Christmas. In addition to trying hard to memorize the magical beast cases that Winchester and the others had sorted out and sent to Hagrid, he also began to think about how to make Buckbeak more obedient.

Maybe he already had an idea, Hagrid performed particularly well in this class.

He found a pile of salamander eggs and lit a bonfire in front of the students.

The eggs soon hatched into a bunch of small and exquisite fire lizards, covered with bright red or dark blue scales, which changed with the temperature of the flame. The wood was roasted in the flames, making a crackling sound, and the small lizards flew in the flames, spitting sparks from time to time, playfully spitting a series of sparks at the students around them.

To be honest, it's not hot at all, it's even very cute.

They flew in the heat rising from the flames, spewing sparks, and fled from Hagrid's hand, swinging their tails.

He had learned his lesson, and this time he used an ordinary campfire. With a simple fireproofing spell, the students could walk into the flames and reach out to catch the flying lizards.

Winster was looking at Hagrid in surprise, and he actually came up with a brilliant idea. Then he heard Hagrid encouraging everyone to catch these cute little animals and see who could get the most love from these little guys.

"It looks like Hagrid has gotten the hang of teaching." Hermione said happily for him, "That's not that hard, is it?...Oh, you little cutie." She summoned a ball of fire that rested on her fingertips, causing the greedy salamanders to pounce on her and fawn over her.

Harry and Ron followed a group of excited students, casting fireproof spells, and rushed directly into the bonfire, shouting and scratching around. From time to time, the sound of someone's excitement could be heard.

"Hey, I got it!"

"I have more than you, I caught two!"

"Run away, run away."

The captured fire lizards were not annoyed, and continued to happily spit out bright sparks at the students who held them in their palms. There were also a few fire lizards who disliked the heavy hands that held them, and they stuck out their tongues at them like a grimace, spitting out a series of sparks that jumped out of their carefully opened palms. The fireproof spell numbed and tickled every student who entered the flames, making them laugh.

"A salamander without fire can only live for six hours. Take good care of these little guys. They are just born and very fragile." Hagrid stood aside and warned everyone, his eyes nervously watching the students who got into the fire. But when he saw everyone's support, he was visibly happy, and he laughed and encouraged everyone:

"The students who get the most favor from them can get a bottle of fire lizard blood. Maybe you will be willing to take the cutest one back to keep in the fireplace - what a cute little thing." He said lovingly to a little fire lizard that ran to him on the hot air at the tip of the flame and shook its head. This fire lizard might be the most powerful one among the fire lizards. It stayed steadily at the tip of the flame, only occasionally darting down to the center of the flame, and soon returned to the tip of the flame on the new heat, growing beautiful scales of bright red and slightly blue.

Winster was also happy for him, and he brought a pile of chopped firewood and dried leaves from the side.

He then took out a bottle of high-concentration alcohol from somewhere and sprinkled it on the surface.

"Smart move! Five points each for Gryffindor and Slytherin. These little guys love the high temperature of flames. Ah, Ravenclaws also thought of this idea, three points!" Hagrid happily watched everyone use their own methods to attract salamanders.

"Winster, be careful of the explosion." Hermione quickly reminded him when she saw him pour the alcohol directly onto the firewood.

"Don't worry." Winston blinked, placed several fire-extinguishing spells next to the firewood, and then asked Hermione to light it.

The flames suddenly jumped up and quickly surpassed the bonfire next to it. Winster pulled out a burning piece of wood from the fire and handed it over. Several quick-eyed and quick-handed salamanders flew over and grabbed it, waiting eagerly for Winster to put the wood back.

The students who were busy playing over there kicked the wood in the bonfire here and there, kicking out several piles of flames, which fell into the hands of Ravenclaw and started a new fire.

"Don't use magic fire, kid," Hagrid warned a Hufflepuff student, "If you leave it on for too long it will give rise to fire snakes."

"Hagrid!" Winster called him, waving at him furtively to ask him to come over.

Hagrid gave them a few more worried instructions and watched them put out the fire before coming over.

"Coming." Hagrid smiled and walked over to stop in front of their campfire and pretended to poke the flame to see how it was burning. "What do you want from me?" he whispered, his eyes still on the charmingly scaly salamander in their fire. He bent down and teased it a few times.

"Have you thought about Buckbeak's training yet?"

When this topic was brought up, Hagrid's mood suddenly seemed a little heavy, but he no longer felt as desperate as when he first received the news.

"...After I got your Christmas presents, I thought about it carefully. Malfoy can't cover everything up." Hagrid glanced around quietly and saw that the students were all focused on the salamander. He whispered to Winston and Hermione, "After the school was infested with rats, the headmaster and I walked around the Forbidden Forest for a few days. We didn't find anything new, so Dumbledore specially sent a letter to Mr. Scamander who was going back for Christmas."

"But doesn't this question your academic level, Hagrid?" Harry leaned over gently, received a loving slap from Hagrid, and whispered while rubbing his back.

Hermione turned her face away.

"Who cares!" Hagrid shook his head. "Dumbledore gave me my position because he valued it. If he thinks it's necessary, I'll just continue to be my guard. Without Dumbledore, I don't know where I would be now."