HP: For a better world

"Harry?" Winster asked Harry, who had just walked out of the examination room and was trying to look back, "What's wrong?"

Harry hesitated to speak, looking hesitant.

Winster raised an eyebrow.

"Did Professor Trelawney say anything to you?"

Harry paused and spoke uncertainly, "... maybe trying to intimidate me into promoting her?"

He took back half of the words as soon as he said them: "But... it's not quite like that. She scared herself."

"What did she say?" Winston hadn't been called yet, so he had the leisure to talk to Harry here. But he could more or less guess that it was Trelawney who told Harry the prophecy of tonight.

"What did she say?" Winster asked curiously. Would the prophecy change with his plan?

"Something like... the Dark Lord will rise tonight or something." Harry gave a vague description, only describing a few key words based on memory.

Winster breathed a sigh of relief. If the prophecy had not changed, then what would happen tonight would not change, and there would be no problem with his plan.

But I still have to comfort Harry so that he won't have any wild thoughts now.

"Maybe she just wants you to help her spread the word." Winster shrugged. "After all, the way we both died this school year was very popular. If you are also uneasy about what she said, others will believe it even more." He then showed a thoughtful look: "Maybe I will also encounter her 'prediction' once, after all, she has taken such good care of us this semester."

Winster teased.

Harry couldn't help laughing, forgetting Trelawney's words. "You're right, Winston. Maybe she'll even give you a prophecy to see when you'll become a potion master?"

Winster chuckled, "Thank you for your good words, but that will definitely happen after I become an adult - I'm going to take the exam, see you later."

Harry's frown relaxed, "See you later."

Winster turned and walked up the stairs.

……

"professor."

Pushing open the trapdoor, Winston greeted Professor Trelawney and tried hard not to sneeze.

Even though the windows were opened for ventilation, it was still too choking for Winster, who needed a sensitive nose.

In just a few minutes, Winster smelled the pungent and rich aroma of sage, indigo, and various spices burning together.

——These are all herbs that are said to promote spiritual perception and improve predictive ability.

"You're here. Please sit down, child." As if frightened by the prophecy just now, Trelawney did not show off her illusory and mysterious third eye. She simply went through the process and urged Winston to look at the crystal ball.

Winster only felt that the aroma formed a thick fog that lingered in the room.

To show politeness, he didn't cover his nose with his hands, but the sneeze was so unbearable that it twisted his smile into a strange shape. Winster had to flatten the corners of his mouth and try to make a serious expression.

He sat in front of the crystal ball.

Thick fog was imprinted on the crystal ball.

"What did you see, child?" Trelawney asked.

The thick fog condensed into countless white figures.

"I saw a lot of people gathered together," said Winster. The fence was high and many people in the form of white mist hurried past.

"Isn't it a forest, child?" Trelawney asked.

"No, they don't look very old." He looked listless.

"What are they doing?" Trelawney asked patiently.

Although I am not very interested in seeing such things, I can only choose a statement that cannot be faulted.

He thought - "Probably the orphanage." Winster replied, "I was just thinking about what happened after the exam... I think it just reminded me."

——Reminded me that I still need to return to the orphanage.

He doesn't want to go.

Trelawney whispered a few words and wrote them down on the parchment. "Isn't anyone crying? Look again...is there anyone with a look of mourning on their face?"

Winston frowned suddenly, seeing a familiar affected expression on her face - this expression appeared from time to time when Trelawney announced the dates of his and Harry's deaths.

He felt unhappy: "No." He said bluntly. It seemed that since he was the second one to leave among the fourteen after Christmas, Trelawney thought he was going to die of illness based on the black dog and bats he always saw.

"I'm in good health." Winster said in a flat tone, "My eyesight is not bad either. I'm afraid that the white mist figure in the crystal ball cannot express its condolences to me so vividly and comprehensively--" Winster stabbed back neither softly nor hard.

——Winster saw Trelawney deducting a few points from him with a look of regret——because [the image in the crystal ball is unclear].

"So... they're not mourning for you, are they?" Although she didn't deduct any more points, the strange sympathy in her eyes made Winster even more disgusted.

"Of course, I think I'm alive and well, Professor." Winster couldn't help but sarcastically said, "May I leave now?"

"Oh... almost there," Trelawney replied apologetically, raising her quill and writing, "You think you'll go back to the orphanage during your vacation, don't you?"

"It's obvious."

Winster never expected that he would be the one who was so depressed by the divination test. He suppressed his anger and tried to be polite.

Whatever Trelawney thought at first, the exam was truly impressive.

very much.

……

As they left the examination room, Trelawney seemed to hesitate for a long time before she advised him to stay away from dangerous animals.

"The omen of death is still around you, child." She said sincerely, "Stay away from the big black dog, okay? You can treat it as the nonsense of a madman, but I still hope you can listen to it - stay away from the black dog."

Winster left the examination room without hesitation.

What did you say? Excuse me, professor, I seem to have some tinnitus.

After leaving the examination room, Winster returned to the activity classroom, where Luo was waiting for him with a book in his hand.

"Didn't you do well in the exam?" Loial asked. It was rare to see Winston without a smile on his face. Was Trelawney talking about Winston's death again?

A little too much.

"It's O (perfect)," Winster answered him, glancing at the potion that was still brewing - fortunately, it was not over the time limit, "She urged me to describe my own funeral in the exam -"

Winster left the crucible, walked to the society's medicine cabinet, took out a bunch of white fresh essence and put it in his pocket, in preparation for later.

He thought about it again and again, and Trelawney's words finally affected him to some extent, so he still brought some silver powder.

Luo Ou frowned. "How could she do that? I thought what she said in class was enough... She was basically cursing you."

Winster sighed.

"No matter what, I won't take her class next semester, so that's it—"

The long-term low-temperature boiling produces a charming fragrance, and the color becomes clearer and clearer, turning into the clear green of the forest when it is born, layer upon layer, rippling from the center of the crucible to the edge, as if spreading to the horizon and dyed with a warm blue color.

There was no explosion.

"Forest green." Winster's voice came from above, revealing the joy of a long-awaited harvest. "It's a beautiful color. It seems to be successful. I'll go ask the teacher how to do the experiment."

Luo Ou was happy for him from the bottom of his heart, "That's great." Watching Winster steadily moving towards his goal, the stronger he became, the more things Luo Ou could do.

Including facing some indirect information in Slytherin.

"By the way... Winster, do you remember the mouse Scabbers you asked me to find?"

Winster scooped out the finally stable potion and put it into a potion bottle, his mood brightening.

Hearing this, he turned around and said, "Yes, that's right. Did you find him?"

I guessed that Peter Wormtail couldn't sit still... If he wanted to live in the Weasley family for a long time, he couldn't hide forever.

Hiding in the school, Blake would find him sooner or later.

"Where did you see him?" Winster asked immediately.

Luo Ou thought Winster had made a slip of the tongue and didn't take it too seriously. He said, "It's near the Potions classroom. I just finished the exam and went back to put my things away... Granger's cat is also wandering over there. You might want to go over and take a look and stop the cat -"

Winster didn't wait for him to finish and ran out in a hurry. "Thanks, Luo!"

"Eh? Winster!" Loio called out, but he hadn't asked him how he was going to contact Winster during the holidays. Was he still going to use the Muggle phone as usual?

But Winster had already run out with his things, leaving behind the empty crucible and the dazed Loial.

……

Winster walked down the stairs quickly and ran towards the Potions classroom. After a while, he saw Crookshanks still there, with his tail raised and his body lowered, barking at the door of the teacher's office one after another.

"Crookshanks? Have you found Scabbers?"

Crookshanks called out.

Winster took it as a discovery.

"You shouldn't be here, leave now," he said, his eyes resting briefly on the portrait before dismissing it.

Snape didn't like cats...he didn't like animals at all, and he always thought that there shouldn't be any live animals in his office.

That would just distract him from marking assignments or brewing potions - especially the lion.

After catching the mouse, Snape quickly turned against the cat and stuffed Crookshanks into Winston's hands as if nothing had happened.

It would be better if Crookshanks didn't follow him in. Seeing its current state of full attack power, Winster didn't have the heart to squat down and try to hug it.

The cat would really give him a claw.

Crookshanks glanced at him, then turned and ran towards the stairs.

The Medusa in the portrait opened the door and let him in without waiting for Winster to speak.

Snape was grading the potions papers and summing up the scores. He knew it was Winston who came, and asked without even looking up, "What, the cat at the door finally decided to leave?"

Winster was somewhat helpless. "Teacher, you can't get angry just because Crookshanks breathes on you every time you meet. It's because he always smells the smell of rats from you." He said meaningfully, "I also seem to smell the smell of rats in my office... Teacher, maybe you should check your potion storage room again."

"That's because your poor professor is dealing with rat livers... I don't think your nose is comparable to a dog's, Whitey."

He raised his head with a dark face, put down his pen with a snap, and said in a low voice: "If you have something to say, say it. Don't always tease your teacher. Teasing your teacher will not make your potion successful."

Winster's mouth curled up.

"The exams are just over... You should be hanging out with your Gryffindor friends. I'm afraid you won't have time to contact them during the holidays... Don't bother me while I'm grading papers. I'm not in the mood to deal with your boredom right now."

"...What are you laughing at?" Snape couldn't stand the bright smile on his face. With his gradually growing face, his smile was like sunshine sprinkling on the lakeside, with a kind of vibrant charm.

——But at least it is pulling the snakes out of the dark places and exposing them to the sun.

Winster took out the bottle of medicine as if he were presenting a treasure.

The forest green potion seemed to glow in the glass bottle.

"I think I succeeded!" Winston shouted happily, "Teacher - help me take a look!"

Snape stared closely at the potion in Winster's hand, walked out from behind the desk, carefully took out a dropper, sucked out a little, and dripped it on the testing instrument next to him.

"..."

Winster looked at him expectantly.

Not poisonous.

Snape frowned and sniffed.

"Wormwood infusion, dried nettles, boomslang skin... your combination worked. Prevents curses... why did you add boomslang skin?"

Snape raised his head, his dark eyes looking over without blinking.

He should have been nervous, but Winster seemed to have been with Snape for a long time and could see the seriousness behind his cold face.

He was seriously exploring Winster's ideas about potions.

"I want to make a potion to prevent the blood curse." said Winster.

Snape snorted calmly and let him continue.

"My idea is to use the potion to build a false shell or identity, attracting the curse into the outer shell. Then abandon this shell to expel the curse."

"A simple assumption," Snape said, looking at the amount of the potion. "How much dried nettle did you put in?"

Winster reported a number, which was proportional to the wormwood infusion.

Snape nodded, "Very good, this amount will not harm the human body." He screwed the bottle tightly and threw it into Winster's arms.

Winster hugged it.

"But you still need to conduct experiments to confirm the potion's effectiveness... I remember you said in class that you believed lycanthropy was a curse?"

"You want to solve the werewolf problem."

"……Yes."

Snape's mouth curled up, "Arrogant."

"So many Potions Masters have failed in their lifetime, what makes you think you can do it?"

Winston knew that Snape was just happy, but he said, "Someone has to do it," he said, smiling slowly, "and I'm not unsure, Professor."

Maybe it was some half-bloods around him who told him the news. Although they were half-bloods, their wizard bloodline was always inherited, and maybe one of them knew a little difference.

Snape didn't ask any further, as that was Winster's own gain.

"Go do a toxicity test." Snape said decisively, "After you're done, go find some rabbits and try to see if there are any abnormal reactions. I'll contact the Potions Society for you."

Winster's eyes lit up, "Great!" he shouted excitedly, pouring some of the potion into the decorative bottle of Felicis hanging around his neck.

This part will be used for toxicity testing, and the bulk will be given to the teacher for record. He will also help Winster do some simple tests.

"Be quiet." Snape sat back in his chair, relaxed, and looked at Winston who was shouting and laughing with a smile on his face.

"outrageous."

The sunlight seemed to shine through the black lake and into the dark underground.

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——Divination Classroom——

"…How could that be?" Trelawney muttered to herself, circling the crystal ball on the table.

"How can it not be a forest?"

Her eyes widened as if she was about to see the crystal ball burst into tears, and she murmured.

“…I clearly saw it.”

Forests, blood, and fleeing figures.

"Could that be... Harry Potter?"