HP: For a better world

After Winston had been excited for a while and gradually calmed down, Snape spoke slowly:

"Don't be happy too soon. The most famous blood curse is the blood-cursed orcs. If, as you think, werewolves are also a kind of blood curse... then your drug test results are more likely to be unsatisfactory."

He poured a bucket of cold water on him.

There are almost no blood-cursed orcs left in modern times.

To test werewolf prevention, someone would have to volunteer to be bitten by a werewolf - no one would volunteer to risk becoming a werewolf to gamble on the effectiveness of a potion made by an unknown wizard.

Animals are not affected by lycanthropy.

Winster also knew this. He calmed down and was almost disappointed. "Then is there no other way?"

Of course there are…and many more.

But Snape didn't mention these, he just said, "You can offer a large reward later, there will always be desperate people who dare to try."

"As long as you're not stupid enough to experiment on yourself."

Snape raised the corner of his mouth and said.

"?" A big question mark appeared above Winster's head, and he couldn't help but protest: "Teacher! I'm not that stupid!"

"You never know..." Snape deliberately drew out his tone, as if teasing a cat, speaking maliciously.

Then he stepped on Winston's edge and held him down, "Okay, go to my storage room and get my previous stock for Lupin." He restrained his smile, flattened the corners of his mouth, and lowered his head to correct his homework again, "The break time is over, you should go and deliver the medicine to Lupin."

Winster curled his lips. Even if Snape hadn't mentioned it, he would have taken the initiative to get the potion and supervise Lupin to drink it. He was ready to nip any signs of danger in the bud.

He walked into the storage room and took a look around. Surprisingly, the room was clean, without any trace of rat.

"The rat is flying?"

Winster hesitated for a moment, and muttered in a low voice, risking the bloody flesh of the rat stuck on his hands, while the wand hidden in his sleeve swayed slightly in the potion storage room.

There really are no rats.

Winster straightened up, his brows furrowed.

what happened?

"Teacher? Are you sure there are no mice?" Winster asked suspiciously, sticking his head out of the storage room.

"Of course not." Snape looked sideways, "The rat repelling spell has been in place the whole time. What kind of rat can bypass the effect of the spell?"

Winster walked out holding the wolfsbane potion, and looking around, there was really no trace of anything.

strangeness.

"But Crookshanks..." Snape showed an impatient expression on his face. Winston had to shut up and said, "Then I'll go deliver the medicine."

"Go." Snape waved his hand without looking up.

Winster walked away with a frown on his face.

……

When Winster was walking on the way to Lupin's office, thinking about how Wormtail Peter would appear in the prophecy this time, Summer flew up from the hollow stairs, landed on Winster's shoulder, and handed Winster the note in his mouth.

The first few lines of words still have traces of smudges from the pen tip pausing for too long, but looking at the words in the latter part like a person, only the calm and strong rational mind remains.

[Hagrid was heartbroken after the appeal failed. Harry persuaded Hagrid to let Buckbeak face death in his sleep. Since you have been taking care of Buckbeak for so long, Hagrid hopes you can come and see him off... You know, Hagrid can't face Buckbeak's death... The execution will be at sunset. We will wait for you in the open space in front of the hut. May it sleep forever in its dreams and regain its freedom.]

—Hermione Granger]

Great, everything is going according to plan.

He will be free again, Winster thought confidently.

There was no pen, so Winster turned over the paper and used his finger as a pen, and magic was drawn on the back of the paper.

[Received. Comfort Hagrid for me. I will arrive before sunset. ——W·W]

Summer kicked off from him, flew out of the large open window next to her, and flew towards Hagrid's hut under the scorching sun...it was already summer.

The moon is full tonight.

……

"Knock knock."

"Please come in."

Winster pushed the door open with a smile on his face. "Professor Lupin, your medicine."

Professor Lupin was sitting in front of the window, one hand on the windowsill, staring blankly out the window.

After a long while, he lowered his eyes and turned his gaze back to the house.

He smiled gently: "Winster, you are here."

He stood up and took out cranberry cookies from the cabinet beside him. Every time Winston and Harry came, he would take out a plate of cookies to entertain them.

"Thank you, Professor Lupin," Winster said, but he was not here for snacks, but to watch him drink the potion. He brought up Snape, "The teacher wants me to watch you drink it, so as to avoid any problems on the last day of the semester."

Lupin paused, then put on a helpless look, which was offensive, but it was indeed Snape's style. He smiled gently and helplessly, took the bottle handed to him by Winston, and drank it all in one gulp.

Winster wondered if he saw the flicker of a frown on his face.

The teacher must have added a lot of "ingredients".

I think Lupin knew it very well. He didn't say much about the strange taste of the wolfsbane potion. He just covered his mouth and coughed twice, then waved to Winster.

Winster understood, took the empty bottle and left.

The goal had been achieved, so Winster naturally had no reason to stay. But strangely, when Winster went out, he saw a ginger tail passing by the corner.

----

Hermione was waiting for him in front of Hagrid's hut.

The last rays of the sun had left the Forbidden Forest behind.

Hagrid was in his little room, slumped in his large armchair, staring blankly at the empty walls.

He hadn't come to his senses yet when Winster walked in.

Until Hermione carefully walked up and gently pushed Hagrid's arm, "...Hagrid, wake up, Winster is here."

He came back to his senses, wiped his eyes subconsciously, stood up shakily, and gave Winster a hug.

Heavy breathing enveloped Winster's ears. He said nothing, but patted Hagrid's hand and whispered, "I brought the special-effect water of life and death."

"Thank you... Winster... You're a good boy." Hagrid's eyes were swollen, and he pleaded with a trembling voice: "I can't face Buckbeak... It... It... It's going to die!" Hagrid turned his back suddenly, and his whole body was shaking desperately to suppress his crying. But there were still sobs, which could not be stopped from leaking out from between his teeth.

Hermione's heart tightened and she could only look away.

Even Aragog, who had been disguised as a ball of fur, could no longer sit still. He quietly stretched out a limb and tried to touch Hagrid - but the quick-eyed and quick-handed Winster poked him back with his wand.

Hagrid suppressed his sobs for a while, trying to stop sobbing, and then he straightened his back and said in a trembling voice, "Dumbledore... Dumbledore will come too, and he will try his best. But the school board is trying to stop him. They support Malfoy and the Dangerous Creatures Committee - they want to kick me out of the school together."

"Hagrid!" Hermione suddenly shouted, looking out the window, "...they're coming."

Hagrid slammed the door open, nearly hitting Harry, who was hiding under the Invisibility Cloak and running over to the door to give him a heads-up.

Hagrid was still in a trance and didn't smell the blood. But Winston had a sharp nose and had already smelled it. While Hagrid was going to greet the committee members, Fudge, the executioner and Dumbledore, he quickly took the potion bottle filled with chicken blood from Harry.

Ron was there too, panicking.

"Why is Dumbledore here? He'll find us!"

Hermione: "Keep your voice down, Ron!"

Winster continued her words, "You go hide in the Forbidden Forest, in the location we determined before. Hermione will be with Hagrid - Harry, you keep watch for me."

Harry covered Ron's mouth and handed him the miniature Buckbeak clay model without saying anything. "Please, Winston," he whispered.

"Leave it to me," said Winston, watching Harry and Ron put on their Invisibility Cloaks again and disappear into thin air. The back door creaked open and they slipped out.

Fudge's voice came over, with a regretful official tone:

"Oh... we must read you the official notice regarding the execution of Buckbeak, the Hippogriff. I'll read it quickly, and then we'll each sign..."

A savage, impatient voice interrupted: "Where is that beast? Where is that beast?"

Winston recognised his voice; they had passed each other once before in the corridor - it was the executioner, a former Death Eater, who Malfoy relied on to ensure that everyone from the Committee to the executioner was his.

They are in the same group.

"Don't be so impatient. Be quiet, McNeill." Fudge said reprimandingly, "You have to give the prisoner's family some time to accept it."

McNeill walked away swearing.

"Please forgive him. He has never chopped off the head of a magical creature before. He is somewhat unhappy about being forced to come here this time," Fudge said apologetically.

"Of course... of course..." Hagrid stammered, not knowing what to say, and just nodded.

Harry, who was hiding on the side, couldn't help but clench his fist and wanted to rush up to punch him, but was stopped by Ron.

They were standing just behind Dumbledore, under the Invisibility Cloak.

McNeill stepped aside to check on Buckbeak.

"Mr. Minister... I beg you," Hagrid clenched his hands helplessly.

"I beg you... before Buckbeak... let me feed it some water of life and death, so that it can fall asleep and leave..."

Fudge was in a dilemma: "...This is against the rules, you can't..."

Hermione rushed out of the hut, "I'll feed it!"

Fudge was startled, and even Dumbledore shifted his gaze from one place, looking behind him, at Hermione.

Winster broke out in a cold sweat as he was stared at.

"Why is there a student here!" Fudge shouted.

Hagrid was startled and stammered, "Hermione?" Why didn't you leave?

"It was me who came up with the idea, Mr. Minister, Headmaster," Hermione said nervously, standing in front of Hagrid.

"I can't bear to see Buckbeak watch himself die... I want him to die without pain. Mr. Minister—"

Hermione begged, her face pleading, her eyes sparkling with tears, but her words clear.

Winston breathed a sigh of relief. Hermione's address was a good one. The order and emphasis would subtly tickle the sore spot of a power animal like Fudge.

Fudge hesitated.

At this time Dumbledore spoke up, "It's just a student's kindness. Fudge, you don't think she would dare to let the beast go?"

"How could that be!" Fudge said immediately, looking at the uneasy Hermione, he forced a smile, "Okay, okay, miss, you can go and feed Bakabeka instead of Hagrid. You can also stay here and watch the execution, but you will definitely not like that bloody scene. I am thinking about your soul - this - this -"

Hermione said quickly, "Granger."

"--Miss Granger," said Fudge, frowning.

"Oh, Fudge!" Dumbledore immediately laughed happily, "I thought you were so hard-hearted that you wouldn't agree." He spread his hands, put his arms around Fudge's back and pushed him into the hut.