HP: For a better world

But Lupin did not take them for a walk as he had said, but instead walked around a corridor and returned to the office.

He pushed Ron and Harry inside and closed the door. "I don't want explanations," he said, shutting up the excuse Harry was about to make.

He plopped down on the sofa, reached into his pocket, pulled out a ball of paper and threw it casually on the table.

"If Winster hadn't happened to hear Malfoy's complaint today and informed me urgently, Harry," Lupin said, "you should be in the headmaster's office now, waiting to be punished. I understand that you have been locked up in school for a long time and are in a bad mood and want to sneak out to play. Yes, I understand. I thought about it like you when I was a child."

Harry looked at him in surprise, and Lupin nodded at him. "But that doesn't mean I agree with you running out with a map of the school - I know it's a map."

Lupin criticized sternly.

"Just now, someone let Black break into the school because of information leakage. You are so bold and disregard your own safety. I don't know if the Patronus Charm I taught you was used by you to deal with the Dementors patrolling Hogsmeade."

"I didn't," said Harry.

"That's all very well," said Lupin, in a serious tone. "I hope you won't treat your parents' sacrifice as a joke and throw away your life at random, Harry."

"I didn't..." Harry said, this time his voice was so weak that it sounded more like a moan than a protest.

"I will confiscate the parchment, and there will be no next time to cover it up. Professor Snape is doing this for your own good. If it happens again, let him teach you a lesson." Lupin shook the parchment map in his hand and said warningly.

Ron remained silent, probably because he thought he was not the main character in this conversation. He just looked at the confiscated map with regret, because there were rat tracks all over the map due to the rat plague, and he had not looked at it carefully yet.

"And you, Ron."

Ron pointed at himself in confusion, "Me?"

"What's wrong with me?" Ron looked confused. "If it's Harry, I will try my best to hold him back next time," he promised.

Lupin sighed and explained to him, "I know you have a very good relationship with Winster, so good that he is willing to tell you the news behind his teacher's back." He said slowly, "But, today, in front of his teacher, you told him that it was his student who leaked the news. You just said it casually - but have you ever thought about how Winster would explain that he knew Harry would appear on the fourth floor?"

Looking at Ron's confused look, you can tell that he didn't.

Lupin sighed, because he had been a werewolf since he was a child, he could not help but pay attention to other people's opinions. He was sensitive by nature and paid more attention to these details. He also hoped that they could cherish friendship more.

Ron's behavior made him worry that it would lead to conflicts among his friends - not all friends would like to be stabbed in the back by their brothers.

"…I think you can see that your Slytherin friend has a deep relationship with his teacher."

Ron blushed and stammered, "I didn't mean to..."

Lupin shook his head, stood up and chased them away. "That's it, go back quickly and apologize to your friends, otherwise the next time you are caught by Professor Snape, I may not be able to save you in time." He said jokingly.

Harry and Ron both walked out dejected.

"I'm sorry, Harry, I shouldn't have supported your desire to go out and look for Black..."

"I was the first one to want to go out alone and attract Black's attention..." Harry sighed.

They comforted each other and walked towards the Gryffindor common room.

"But you're trying to divert the danger away - there's no telling whose bed Blake will end up in next."

Harry looked back and saw that the Invisibility Cloak was still in the secret passage. He didn't know when he would have the chance to go back and get it. It was conceivable that Snape would come here and hang around in the next few days to catch him by the tail.

"Okay, Harry, now that the map has been confiscated... let's not think about it anymore. Let's go back and change our clothes. I'm all sweaty from trying to catch up." Ron said pertinently.

Harry smiled sadly and recited the password with him in front of the Fat Lady.

I just happened to meet Hermione, who was walking in a hurry with a bag on her back, a note in her hand, slightly red eyes.

"...She doesn't know about this, does she?" Ron whispered. "I don't want to hear her scold us."

"Uh..." Harry looked at her with her head down and not paying attention to the front, so he had to speak out: "...Hermione?"

Hermione looked over, "So you are here..." She said slowly, handing over the crumpled note.

Harry took it doubtfully.

"Look," she said briefly, with a hint of sadness in her voice, "Hagrid lost the case."

The note turned out to be a letter that was wet with tears.

Hermione remembered that Winster had gone to find the message Rolf brought, and asked her to ask them if they wanted to help when she told Harry the news.

"I've already looked for Winster, but I didn't see you guys... I just found you two now, and I think you should know the result."

"Oh no..." Ron was stunned. They hadn't been to Hagrid's since Christmas. He didn't expect it to be so soon...

"They can't do that," said Harry, shaking his head. "Buckbeak isn't dangerous."

"Malfoy controls the Dangerous Creatures Committee jury," Hermione said in a flat tone, "Of course he can. Even Mr. Scamander can't stop them, so of course he can do whatever he wants."

"..." Harry opened his mouth, "Sorry, I said I wanted to help Hagrid but..."

Hermione interrupted him, "Hagrid didn't blame you. Neither did I." Her eyes became redder, "Winster and I discussed how to save Buckbeak... He asked me to ask if you would come."

Harry and Ron both wondered if their ears were broken, as they could actually hear Hermione breaking the rules on her own initiative one day.

I could see Hermione's eyes were about to turn into disappointment.

Ron said quickly, "Of course. We have already missed Buckbeak's trial, and we can't miss the last chance to help Hagrid."

Harry agreed a little later.

After Blake broke into the school for the second time, no one except outsiders was allowed to enter the school, and even students were only allowed to leave the castle during the day.

But I have classes during the day.

Naturally, they couldn't see Hagrid either.

Hermione disagreed with them sneaking away and just asked them to go to the library with her.

……

Winster, who was caught sneaking away by Snape, received a vicious glare from his teacher.

Winster was somewhat puzzled, but also somewhat guilty. He knew that the teacher had definitely not succeeded in tricking Harry, so he quickly tried to please the teacher by saying that he had completed the task.

"Oh, really?" Snape said slowly, "Then go and make a dose of Bafe's Brain Stimulant, right now."

"Ah?" Winster was stunned, holding the book.

"A random check. I hope our Mr. White, who has been so active lately, has not forgotten his other identity besides being a student." He said calmly.

Winster was in a bad mood. He wanted to go back to sleep! He was exhausted today, okay? What's more... he always hated the exams that were notified at the last minute.

"…I'm not ready yet." Winster tried to protest.

But Snape was considerate and said he didn't care, it was just an ordinary test, and he wouldn't curse at anyone if they failed.

(Winster: Nonsense! It’s not you who’s taking the test!!!)

Winster Pain Mask.

Winster hated surprise exams. He was as anxious as a mother who had lost her husband before the exam. He drooped his lake-like blue eyes and reluctantly moved back to the crucible.

Of course Snape could see that Ron was just making excuses out of desperation. He was just too busy these days, with one thing after another, not to mention paying attention to Winston's studies... Potter was a guy that made people worry. He knew that someone outside wanted to kill him, but he still wanted to be a hero... Is it that easy to be a hero? ... He was so arrogant... If he wasn't...'s child... I wouldn't want to care about him at all...

When Winster looked up in the interval of boiling the medicine, he found that Snape had fallen asleep on the hard wooden chair that Winster had seen when he first entered the office, with a faint dark blue under his eyes.

Winster looked at the crucible where the boiling water was boiling, hesitated for a moment, and did not dare to go closer.

Snape was a light sleeper, and Winster had rarely seen him fall asleep defenselessly in the office. He would always return to his room behind the white cloth, as if that was the only place he could truly trust.

Winster thought about it, quietly walked out the door, asked Lalo to go to his dormitory and get a blanket, and used his wand to direct the blanket to gently float above Snape's body and fall down.

He returned to the crucible and continued to boil his brain-refreshing potion. The office soon returned to silence, with only the gurgling sound of the potion still echoing.

...Maybe, the teacher should change his armchair.

As Winster extinguished the cauldron fire and tiptoed away, he couldn't help but think.

For fear that suddenly turning off the lights would wake up the teacher, Winster did not blow out the candles, but simply cut several of them to different lengths. The light source would then gradually dim, making it less likely to wake people up.

He closed the door softly, leaving Snape in the darkness, waiting for the night.

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Because they were worried that the failure to rescue Buckbeak would lead to Hagrid being sent to Azkaban again, Winston and Harry both supported not telling Hagrid about this.

Hagrid seemed to have become numb because of the verdict. His beard was wet all day long, as if it had never dried. However, he always forced himself to smile at everyone.

"...I really don't blame you, Harry. Black is watching you. It's right not to come out." Hagrid whispered. During the break, Harry and the others went to keep Hagrid company.

The animal Hagrid brought to this class was a Augurey, which always looked miserable in this early spring season. It was covered in gray-green feathers, sad and cold. Its beak was curved and pointed, and it looked like a vulture, but it preferred insects and fairies.

Because this animal often appears in places where wizards die in the wild, it is also considered a bird that symbolizes death... I wonder if Hagrid brought this bird to class because of Buckbeak's influence.

"It's useless," Malfoy said to his two followers. "Look at him crying, and he's our teacher. He can't even avoid political turmoil."

"What are you talking about, Malfoy!" Hermione appeared from behind them angrily, followed by Harry and Ron. "Don't you dare say that Hagrid is pitiful - it's all your fault!"

"Humph."

Draco shrank back as if he was afraid that Hermione would raise her hand to hit him, but then he straightened his chest as if he was refusing to admit defeat, "Am I wrong? It's obvious that he is incompetent and can't even protect a beast. He just cries and waits for others to help him all day long. He has to bear the consequences of being dragged into the political turmoil!"

"You!" Hermione was furious. She took a step forward and really raised her hand to hit him.

Draco took a quick glance and saw the professor passing by the door. He took a step forward provocatively: "What, you dare to hit me? The professor is here!" He deliberately leaned forward with a mocking look.

Hermione looked back and saw that Professor McGonagall hadn't noticed yet, so she simply kicked him in the stomach -

Malfoy was so painful that he was bent like a shrimp.

"!" Harry and Ron, who were about to rush forward, were stunned.

Now that people have come closer, it would be a waste not to fight - Hermione thought righteously.

Then, while Malfoy was bending over and crying out in pain, he quickly pulled Harry and Ron back a few steps and raised his hands as if he was furious and wanted to hit someone but hadn't done anything yet.

Only Crabbe and Goyle were still too stupid to react.

Malfoy held his stomach for a while, then pointed at Hermione and shouted angrily: "Professor! Professor McGonagall! Granger hit someone!"

Professor McGonagall, who was looking down at something, raised her head seriously when she heard this.

Hermione said angrily, "He's lying, Professor! He was just calling Hagrid a poor little thing!"

Hermione paused, pursed her lips unnaturally, and then added fuel to the fire: "He also said that Hagrid is not worthy of being our teacher!"

McGonagall walked over, her eyes flickering between Malfoy, who was holding his stomach and had two tall and strong followers beside him, and Hermione, who had just retracted her raised hand a few meters away.

Harry and Ron came to their senses and coordinated their expressions of anger.

In McGonagall's opinion, Hermione, who lowered her head uncomfortably, looked like she had been wronged and kept silent. She also sensibly stopped the impulsive Harry and Ron from fighting with their classmates.

Malfoy had always been the bully in school.

"She just kicked me!" Malfoy let go of his hand with a grin, pointing unconvincedly at the place where he had just been kicked, "Professor! Look!"

"He's lying, Professor McGonagall!" Harry shouted anxiously, while Ron clenched his fists in anger.

Professor McGonagall's suspicious eyes followed Malfoy's movements and fell on his robes - they were clean, as if they had just been cleaned - Malfoy's eyes widened.

"You--" Malfoy looked angrily at the pretentious Harry and Granger, then angrily lowered his hand and pulled his two stupid followers over.

"Crabbe and Goyle saw it!" Malfoy was so angry at their stupidity that he kicked them, "Hurry up and tell me what's going on, you two idiots!"

"What?" asked Goyle stupidly.

"Granger just kicked me—"

"Oh, oh, professor, I—"

"--Okay!" Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows and interrupted them, "No more."

"Mr. Malfoy, because you insulted the teacher, you will be deducted five points from Slytherin and be detained for a week. Come to me." Professor McGonagall said without question.

Malfoy looked even angrier, but he had to swallow his anger.

"...Yes, Professor."

Professor McGonagall leaves.

Hermione looked over provocatively, pretending to kick him again, while Harry and Ron rubbed their hands ready to fight.

Now that the professor was no longer around, Crabbe and Goyle still looked dazed.

Malfoy immediately jumped up and said stubbornly, "Wait for Granger—"

Having said that, he quickly dragged the dumbfounded Crabbe and Goyle away.

"Ha! Well done, Hermione!" said Ron loudly. "How come I didn't know you could do that! Who did you learn that from? It's so satisfying!"

Harry nodded as well, with a broad grin on his face. It was quite a sight to see Malfoy running away in terror.

Hermione had been clapping her hands proudly, looking like a winner, but she suddenly felt uncomfortable after hearing this.

"...Uh, uh, I am..." she hesitantly said.