HP: For a better world

They walked along the golden smoke into the forbidden forest for a while. The bloodstains became less and less, and the drag marks became intermittent.

As we walked further inside, we saw more and more traces of magical creatures. The traces of mice were hidden among a pile of magical animals and could not be distinguished.

Until finally it disappeared in front of a big tree.

"He must be here," said Winston earnestly, and the tracking spell revealed a mess of scratched dirt.

Based on the claw marks, Winster could even imagine a crippled rat biting off the parts of its limbs that were damaged by the curse.

There is only a shallow pit left here.

Peter escaped again.

Harry squatted down and glanced over, "I won't let it escape." He swore in a low voice and searched carefully nearby.

"Its two legs are broken...it's impossible for it to run away." Winster frowned.

The soil can stop the bleeding, but it is an ordinary wound. In his anger, Snape did not consider whether Wormtail could still stand trial alive, but only thought about cutting off its possibility of escape.

Even if Peter was ruthless enough to bite off his own flesh and blood stained with magic damage bit by bit, it would be useless. How could the damage caused by black magic be so easy to solve?

Without Snape's counter-curse, perhaps only a wizard like Dumbledore could have saved him.

Unless, Winster thought, he dared to turn back into a human.

But Wormtail didn't dare to change back to human form, because that would cause his two lost rat legs to become human legs. Even if rat legs were broken, they still had veins. If they were replaced by human legs...

"Winster," Harry found the traces again after searching the area, "He's changed back. There's a pool of his blood here."

Winster pushed aside the branches blocking their way and smelled a scent of blood.

He squatted hesitantly, reached out his hand to a ball of dirty black mud on the ground, wiped it with the tip of his nose and sniffed, "It smells like blood, but..."

How dare Wormtail turn back into a human? The part where he was cut off... Logically speaking, the corresponding part of the human body would be the thigh.

There is an artery in his thigh, and changing it back would be seeking death, unless he was confident that he could find a way to stop the bleeding in time.

But there is no dittany in the forbidden forest.

The tracking spell revealed the blood.

There were several dog paw prints on it.

"Blake followed in?" Winster was a little dissatisfied, "It seems that he has found traces of Peter."

Although Winster believed very much that the teacher had the ability to defeat the werewolf, Blake ran in directly... Damn it, the teacher is still outside!

When he said this, Winster had no idea that he was one of the people who left Snape behind, because he was confident that he would not be able to help much if he stayed there, and attacking randomly would only cause more trouble.

The wind blowing through the leaves made a rustling sound.

"Harry..." Winston thought, "I think we can go to Hagrid. Peter needs treatment. The only person around here is... Harry?"

Winster looked up.

Harry was already heading straight in that direction, wand in hand.

"Wait for me, Harry!" he grumbled softly and started to chase after him.

……

Soon after entering the Forbidden Forest, Black found Peter who had turned into a mouse. It then took Winston and Harry for a walk in the Forbidden Forest before fleeing in this direction.

There is a lake here.

As soon as he arrived at this familiar scene, Winster felt something was wrong.

There is only one lake in the forbidden forest.

Not to mention that Blake had transformed back into human form.

"You want to kill me first?" Blake laughed hoarsely. "A traitor who only dares to run away - is this the only place where your courage is displayed!"

The lakeside is peaceful.

"Come on, duel! Since you still have the courage to kill me! Wormtail - otherwise I will chew you up bit by bit and eat you alive in this state!" Black roared manically. "Just like your rat friends who were swallowed alive by me -" Black said gloomily, "... your life will end as quickly as theirs, just a 'squeak' sound - your sins are eliminated - but I was still a dog at that time, I think the human mouth is no different to you -"

He roared towards the open space, "Come out! Wormtail! You know you can't escape! Harry is willing to let you live in Azkaband for a while longer, and you still dare to escape! You know I don't care about those charges! As long as you can suffer! Die a death worse than death!"

Peter didn't dare to change back to his original form.

Its broken limbs had been rubbed against the ground until they were bloody and the joints were exposed. The bleeding was stopped by the mud, mixed with a piece of erosion.

It's obsolete.

If he didn't find medicine and herbs to treat his wounds quickly, he would die of infection before he could transform back into human form.

"Sirius!" Harry ran over with his wand in hand, "Where is it?!"

"Right here!" said Blake, seeing Winster scrambling through the branches behind him. "I was going to wait until I caught this traitor before I came to you."

She didn't mean to blame them for running around. "I was just threatening him - I didn't really mean to eat him." Instead, she glanced at Harry nervously and took the initiative to say, "I still remember, I remember we agreed to live together..."

Harry was suddenly at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"I don't blame you," he said, gripping his wand tightly and walking alongside him.

Winster played the trace again, and the golden smoke spread directly throughout the open space.

"There have been too many magical creatures here. It's useless." Black said, looking at Winster who was squatting down.

He was distracted by the smell here when he was chasing after it. If there was no smell of the damn rat anywhere else, he would have thought that Wormtail had escaped.

"Are you sure it's still here?" Winster asked. Perhaps because he had consumed too much energy along the way, his heart was beating wildly.

"It's right here," Blake said firmly. "It should be in a hole here or there. Rats love to burrow in these places."

"Then let's find it faster - this place gives me a bad feeling." Winster pressed his heart and felt it beating uncomfortably.

Although the development of the story seems to be the same as the original, it has changed a lot. Although Lupin still turned into a werewolf, his attention was completely attracted to Snape. And Snape knew who the real traitor was... Although it is still possible that Black and Peter Pettigrew will be framed because of old grudges... But it doesn't matter... Winston still has the crystal ball that he didn't take away.

He had remembered not to make it too obvious... and now it seemed safer in the Shrieking Shack.

What's more, Black didn't encounter Dementors immediately when he ran into the Forbidden Forest this time...I don't think so, right?

Winster thought that the three of them should separate and search in the soft mud here, turning over some small holes where mice might be hiding.

They suspected that the injured Wormtail might have fainted.

"Here it is!" cried Harry delightedly.

Winster immediately turned around to look.

Harry held aloft a limp, disabled mouse with a missing finger on its front paw - it was indeed Peter Pettigrew.

"Squeak." Peter had not fainted yet, but just cried out in despair. He didn't even have the strength to pry Harry's hand free.

Blake took it and squeezed it hard until he heard it let out a fairly 'lively' scream. He then glanced at its claws and nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, that's the traitor."

He curled his lips and said, "What a good way to hide. He covered himself with mud and hid in the watering hole."

As he spoke, he nonchalantly pinched the mouse's broken leg and cruelly crushed the mud wrapped around its leg bit by bit.

Peter's whole body instantly straightened in pain and he let out a sharp scream, his front teeth sinking deeply into Blake's hand out of anger.

But Sirius wasn't angry at all, he just laughed at its weak resistance.

Harry hesitated for a moment, but stopped Sirius and said, "Don't torture him... Let's go, Sirius, send it to Azkaban."

Harry said, looking away from it. He had thought of killing the man who had betrayed his parents, but he had never thought of torturing...

"Harry, you are too kind." Black said hoarsely, but he still followed Harry's instructions and loosened his hand that was crushing Peter's broken leg.

He grasped Peter's head and held it firmly, pulling out the rat's tooth and shaking it in the air.

"Use this." Winster threw the dragon leather glove that he had used to grab Peter before. It was still stained with the smell of the pet's previous body - in Winster's mind, the glove was no longer clean.

Black took Winston's dragon-skin gloves and said casually, "I'll buy you and Harry a new pair of dragon-skin gloves later. This one is better than Peter's."

He pinched Peter's rat head and let it struggle, then moved over the dragon-hide glove and let go.

Peter slid to the bottom without any resistance. The dragon skin was tough enough that he couldn't scratch it. Blake pinched the opening of the dragon skin glove and pulled it to his side.

"Come on, let's go find Dumbledore."

Blake said.

"Let's go...Achoo!" Winster sneezed when he was blown by the cold wind.

Harry looked over with concern, "Are you going to catch a cold again, Winster?"

Winster rubbed his nose, "…I just feel a little cold all of a sudden."

Harry gave Winston a nervous look.

They looked at each other, and at the same time recalled Winster's pain after the last encounter with the Dementors. Snape had specifically warned Winster not to get close to the Dementors again.

"Hurry up, Winster--" Harry pulled Winster and ran.

Cluck cluck cluck——

Winster heard a strange noise coming from the front and stopped suddenly.

If they hadn't heard the Dementors' breathing sound, Winston and Harry would have thought it was a rooster that had its throat broken when crowing...

The cold air spread and covered the lake in the blink of an eye.

The moon seemed to have disappeared in an instant, and thick white fog filled the air. The surface of the lake made crackling sounds and appeared mottled cracks.

"Harry, run away--" Sirius' expression was suddenly filled with uncontrollable panic and pain, and he clutched his chest and trembled all over.

The Dementors floated in from the woods.

……

Fudge had just returned to the Ministry of Magic, preparing to leave work.

He saw his new secretary, Umbridge, push open the office door and, with a shy smile, ask him to look through some more urgent documents.

The hard-working Minister Fudge is of course willing to work hard and do overtime.

Just signing a few names.

Most of the documents have been resolved through consultation among various departments, but there are still some documents that must be reviewed by the Minister of Magic in person.

For example, this one -

"Kingsley plans to go to Germany for me in advance to check the situation?" Fudge asked in surprise after taking the letter.

Umbridge said respectfully, "Yes, Minister." She said in a sweet voice, "Shacklebolt, as your security chief for the past few months, was invited by Germany to prepare and coordinate security issues in advance. He said he wanted to rehearse your itinerary in advance."

"Oh, he is always so thoughtful." Fudge exclaimed with a smile.

Umbridge's expression remained unchanged as she continued to look at Fudge with her eyes bent and a sweet smile on her face. She pushed a cup of hot tea over to him and said, "Minister, you have worked hard all day. Sit down, take a break and have a cup of tea to relax. This is the Darjeeling black tea that you love the most, and there are also some new snacks sent by Honeydukes."