HP: For a better world

Dumbledore closed the curtain that separated Harry's bed from the emergency corridor.

Winster's rescue has just ended.

As for blood loss shock, it is actually very easy for wizards to deal with it. A few bottles of blood-replenishing potion can raise the patient's blood pressure level and ensure that the body's cardiopulmonary function will not be affected by shock.

The only thing that may need attention is that the shock lasts too long and most of the body's organs have begun to lose their functions. Even if the magic potion is very powerful, it can't save the situation.

Snape's arrival was timely, and he provided Winster with a warm environment in time.

As long as the recovery rate is controlled between 20-30 ml per minute through the blood-replenishing potion, other potions can be used to ensure the smooth operation of various organs such as internal organs.

But Winster's troubles were not limited to this. The werewolf bite was the most critical reason that affected his rescue.

"Are you sure the child only took distilled essence and some basic potions?" Madam Pomfrey turned around and glared at Snape fiercely.

"What happened?" Snape frowned upon hearing this and strode in with the re-prepared potion for blood replenishment.

Madam Pomfrey began to gather up the utensils around her.

"The drugs conflict, the situation is complicated." Madam Pomfrey turned around, "But it won't be difficult to stabilize his condition for a while."

"Don't reach for the blood-replenishing potion anymore. Save your rare potions, they're useless." Madam Pomfrey pushed the potion back from Snape's hand.

"I don't know how you look at this child!" Madam Pomfrey suddenly became angry, and her words were like a string of cannons, popping out of her mouth quickly, speaking at a fast speed, "Every year, every semester! I can see this child in the hospital wing.

And the news they bring is getting worse and worse!"

"I didn't come to Hogwarts to see the students off! Last year it was the basilisk, this year it's the werewolf. How many more troubles will happen before the school can be peaceful?!" she shouted at Snape.

"...I have advised Dumbledore." No one in the medical wing dared to confront Poppy, not even Dumbledore. Snape could only say dryly.

Madam Pomfrey sneered.

Dumbledore, who was standing outside the door and had just closed the soundproof curtain to say goodbye to Harry, hissed, as if he had an illusion of toothache from eating too much candy.

"White lost too much blood before, and the effects of the werewolf haven't shown up yet. But with the blood we replenished, the spell has shown me that the werewolf part is invading his entire body."

Madam Pomfrey calmed herself down and tried to calmly explain the current situation to Snape.

She looked at Winster lying quietly on the hospital bed and felt that the child was unfortunate.

"He's gradually transforming into a werewolf."

She saw Snape was about to speak but she stopped him.

"There is no change now because his body and magic are rejecting it at the same time. There is some unknown component that is fighting fiercely in a place we can't see, delaying the process of wolf transformation. Maybe this component is just my illusion. It's just that this child is struggling, resisting becoming a werewolf, and resisting the use of blood-replenishing potion."

"Anyway,"

Madam Pomfrey said flatly.

"I cannot give him any more blood-replenishing potions, Severus. Unless you are certain that using more blood-replenishing potions will not kill the student."

Snape frowned as he looked at Winster, who had been given a partial blood supplement and restricted fluid resuscitation to maintain his blood pressure, and whose cyanosis at the tips of his fingertips was gradually fading.

Suddenly, his face changed and he took out a bottle of Felicis with bloody handprints from the items taken off Winster on the cabinet next to him.

He quickly wiped away the blood with his fingers, saw the familiar label on the bottle, and recalled Winster's habit of carrying sample potions with him.

Just this afternoon, Winster presented his first successful potion to Snape like a treasure and was asked to do a medicinal analysis. He wondered if this potion had any hidden consequences.

But now the bottle is empty.

"You're crazy... You drank a potion that was still under experimentation when you were about to die. Do you think you're not dying fast enough?!"

Snape scolded, tightening his fingers and grasping the bottle deeply into his hand.

"Anyway." Pomfrey waved her wand and placed the empty bottle on a plate beside her. "I've done my best, but werewolves are not a disease I can cure." She put away everything and placed it on a cart beside her.

"You'd better make a choice soon, either be a werewolf or die. He doesn't have much time left, next month at the latest. The full moon will announce the end of everything."

"But I don't have the right to decide a student's future—"

Madam Pomfrey looked over.

"But you are his teacher," she said impatiently as she pushed the cart out, "and he is an orphan."

Winster lay quietly on the bed, the blood stains on his body had been removed, and he seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

"According to wizard law, you naturally have half guardianship of him. Unless you are willing to rush to the Muggle orphanage now to inform the Muggles there that you are needed to sign a consent form for a little wizard, oh yes -"

Madam Pomfrey seemed to suddenly remember something before she left, and she changed her tone and said mercilessly: "You still have to explain to them what werewolves are, what Hogwarts is, and why the ordinary middle school that was originally agreed to become a magic school -"

Madam Pomfrey sneered.

"If you plan to ask Dumbledore about this - Mr. Snape, I hope you can help me ask Dumbledore a question and ask him how he plans to explain to me and the outside world the inexplicable appearance of werewolves in the school. Coincidentally, I am very curious about this." With the last hint of sarcasm falling in the room, Madam Pomfrey pushed open the door and walked out.

Close the door with a bang.

"boom!"

Harry and Hermione, who had just used the time turner to run back from where Sirius was imprisoned and report the situation to Dumbledore, both shrank their necks involuntarily.

Madam Pomfrey's angry voice sounded behind them.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you sleeping yet?"

Madam Pomfrey walked out of the room and saw the mess on the floor, with dirt and leaves from somewhere. Her face instantly darkened.

She glanced up and down at the three of them with a stern face, sneered at one of the annoying old men, turned her head away, and said sternly to Harry and Hermione:

"You don't follow the doctor's advice and want to stay in the hospital for a while longer?"

"...Wait a minute, Poppy, I have something to ask them." Dumbledore felt guilty when he saw her look, and said quickly.

Madam Pomfrey would show him no mercy, and she glanced up and down at Dumbledore again with anger.

"is it?"

She said sarcastically, "That's right, the principal has the right to ignore the rules of the medical wing. I don't know if someone invited me here to clean up their mess or what, so that I have to endure the noisy environment for many years-"

Dumbledore smiled awkwardly, "Of course not, Poppy..."

Madam Pomfrey spoke louder than Dumbledore's voice.

"Then get out! The medical wing is not a place for you to chat. There are patients here who need to rest!"

Madam Pomfrey raised her hand and pointed to the door mercilessly. "Would you like me to invite you, Mr. Headmaster?"

She emphasized the pronunciation and spoke word by word.

"No, no, no... let's go out now." Dumbledore quickly refused, and rolled out in disgrace with Harry and Hermione who obeyed their will.

Watching the door of the hospital wing close again, she calmed down when silence returned to her. She raised her wand, pointed at the dirty ground that was trampled by Harry and Hermione after they came out of the Forbidden Forest, and chanted a cleaning spell.

"……cough."

Madam Pomfrey raised her head abruptly, her eyebrows raised, and glared at the person who was about to disrupt the peace of the hospital wing again.

It's Dumbledore.

"What do you want?!" Pomfrey said mercilessly. "If you are going to explain to me now that there are werewolves running around, I can let you come in and talk to me."

"That's not the case..." Dumbledore touched his nose awkwardly. He still had to listen to Harry's report. It was more important to find out who the traitor was and where the real traitor was. He didn't have time to explain to Madam Pomfrey who was angry.

Let it sit for a while.

"-Actually, I wanted to ask about the student who just came in-" Dumbledore chose his words carefully.

Madam Pomfrey gave him a cold look, but answered Dumbledore anyway.

"He's alive for now." She relaxed her expression, revealing a trace of worry. "Now, a certain component in his body has reached a balance with wolf transformation. Once his balance is broken, things will become irreversible. But as that component is constantly consumed, this balance will eventually disappear - maybe in the next second, maybe in the next day... but it will always be on the next full moon."

"I leave this difficult decision to Severus... I hope our potion master can create a miracle."

She put on a stern face again, with an inexplicable sense of fatigue. "Is that all right? Go and finish your more important tasks, Dumbledore. I am only responsible for my patients."

...

——Ward.

Snape sat beside the bed with his head down, staring at this unexpected student, this unexpected responsibility.

Today he regretted agreeing to help Dumbledore realize his ridiculous temptation of so-called possession by the Dark Lord's residual soul, to get close to Winster and accept the child as a student.

Originally he just wanted to make sure Harry lived to adulthood and then take revenge... now he had an additional responsibility.

He made an almost impossible request, and casually planned to withdraw after eliminating Winster's suspicion. But he didn't expect that -

True true false false false true true.

Under Dumbledore's whimsical idea,

While he was restraining the Silent One, he was also restrained in return.

It involved his revenge, it involved his guilt, it bound him firmly to the spot, solidified him into responsibility.

It's ridiculous that he doesn't care about his own soul at all, but for some reason he stopped in the face of his students' pleading gaze.

This is not a good phenomenon.

To Snape.

His intention had always been to ensure that Harry Potter lived to adulthood and then died in his vengeance against the Dark Lord.

This is the best ending for a sinner who has already died.

But Winster is really the perfect student.

Snape remembered his sly smile, his serious expression when studying, the candles that went out silently, and the armchairs that inexplicably appeared in the office... and his expectations for the future.

The act of drinking a bottle of uncertain potion was so unnecessary, so unnecessary that it made people suspect that Winster made a mistake in judgment due to panic when he was on the verge of death.

At least, if I don't drink this potion...

"He didn't intend to die." Snape said to himself.

But as someone who knew both White and Winster, Snape refused to believe that a Slytherin who could not cast any magic, who could escape unscathed after using dangerous dark magic props, who not only got rid of the threat of the Obscurus but also regained his magical abilities, would forget the most basic considerations of interest after losing his memory.

Unless this is a Slytherin who believes in the existence of pure emotions.

But Snape knew clearly that he could not tolerate a werewolf apprentice.

Even if the teacher-student relationship formed in this short year made him willing to temporarily accept Winston White, who was expelled from school after becoming a werewolf, in the long run, Winston, who had lost his value as a genius in potions and as a little eye for observing Potter, would eventually be abandoned.

...Because when the last day comes, he can't even guarantee his own life, let alone anything else?

The room was silent.

Then the rest is obvious - it was the creator's trust in the potion he created that prompted Winster to drink the potion.

What Snape had to do was to learn to believe, believe in Winster's trust in his own potion, believe in his gamble... believe that Winster possessed the ambition of Slytherin, not the reckless courage of Gryffindor.

Snape stood up, held Winston's Felicia pendant in his hand, and pushed him out.

It's time for Winster to have a good rest, the operation is over.