HP: For a better world

Fudge straightened his collar and lowered his voice to call the Auror standing outside the door.

"You, go to Black's place immediately, stop the Dementors, and bring the person to me, understand?"

The Auror nodded quickly and ran out quickly.

Fudge looked back subconsciously and saw that everyone in the room was quietly paying attention to him.

I originally thought that it would take some time for the Auror to come back.

But he found that the people he sent to guard Black and the Auror he had just sent out came back with pale faces.

Fudge looked into the room again. Dumbledore was looking at him calmly, as if waiting for him to complete what he had promised.

The mouse, which was shaking like a Parkinson's disease on the ground, was pulled by the tail and thrown into the cage by Hagrid in disgust.

He looked back again and saw the two Aurors running over with no extra people beside them. He suddenly had a bad feeling.

"What happened?" Fudge asked them both in a low voice, "Where's Black?"

"Or is it too late, the Dementors have already kissed him?!"

The two Aurors looked at each other, and one of them stammered, "No, no, none of them - Mr. Minister - Black, Black, he ran away before the Dementors arrived - riding on a bird -"

Another hastened to add, "It's not a bird—it's a hippogriff. I see the paw prints and the hoof prints."

Fudge stared at them with bulging eyes.

Because Black was still unconscious and there were werewolves in the Forbidden Forest, Fudge assigned two people to go look for him. One of the other two, one to guard Black, and the other to take the Dementor who first found Black to claim its reward.

"Then—what about the other person?"

Fudge felt it was absurd. If he had not agreed to that condition just now, would Dumbledore have intended to let the outside world know that the Ministry of Magic not only wrongly imprisoned Black for twelve years, but also incompetently let him escape after catching him -

The Auror who went to kiss Black with the Dementor coughed awkwardly, "He...he fell asleep, and we don't know why we couldn't wake him up."

Fudge was furious.

"What's the matter, Fudge?" Dumbledore asked sternly. "Don't tell me the Dementors have kissed Black."

Fudge quickly suppressed his anger, glared at both of them fiercely, and then forced a smile to deal with Dumbledore.

"How could that be? It's just that Black seemed to have left before we arrived... Ha, ha, ha." Fudge turned back awkwardly, "He seems to be in good condition. Just like Professor McGonagall said, he is a little too lively, isn't he? Young people are always easily impatient-"

"Oh - he is indeed a bit lively." Dumbledore blinked and pretended to frown. "I haven't asked him what kind of gift he would like if we celebrated - it's so rash to leave us here - I must remember to write a letter to reprimand him when I add the gift... Of course, Minister, I will also give him a word or two for you... It's really outrageous..."

Dumbledore clicked his tongue. "Isn't that right, Mr. Minister?"

Fudge cursed inwardly, cunning Dumbledore!

He just didn't believe that there was any action in this castle that Dumbledore couldn't detect!

"That's right." Fudge smiled awkwardly but politely, glared at them again, and changed the subject, "Then I will take Peter and the evidence away now--"

He kicked the two Aurors who lowered their heads, signaling them to quickly roll in and capture Peter.

If this matter was not suitable for more people to get involved, Fudge would definitely not want to let these two unreliable guys get involved.

Fudge cast a glance at the Auror who was standing diligently at the door to guard it for him. At least there was still one person who seemed reliable.

He pointed with his finger: "You." He motioned the Auror who had been guarding the door since he came to the hospital wing to come over.

He lowered his voice and said, "Go and take them both, and send Pettigrew back to Azkaban for me."

The door god quickly agreed with great fear and trepidation.

Fudge said through gritted teeth, "And - the unconscious one, tell him he's been demoted -"

“Yes, yes—”

Fudge suddenly remembered something and turned to smile at the little wizard on the hospital bed.

"Excuse me, kid, is this the only piece of evidence?"

There was a group of people blocking the way. Fudge couldn't see anyone.

Dumbledore came up with a smile to smooth things over, "I think the only piece of evidence is more convincing -"

"Of course—of course—"

The crystal ball was handed to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore showed it to Fudge.

Fudge subconsciously reached out to grab it.

It didn't move - Fudge looked up and saw Dumbledore smiling at him.

"If I am summoned to the court to try Peter," Dumbledore said softly, "I will certainly be happy to attend, but... out of personal wishes, I hope that the time will be as soon as possible... Fudge, you will not let the children down, will you?"

Fudge agreed repeatedly, "Of course, Dumbledore, I will do my best to push it...it's just that it will take more or less some time - you can't rush me even for this little time, right?" He finally made a joke.

Dumbledore gave him a scrutinizing look and dropped his hand without comment.

"That would be very helpful," said Dumbledore.

"…Professor Dumbledore."

The Auror who was going to take Peter away looked at the mouse on the ground and had no idea where to start. The Auror who had just been promoted to team leader had to ask, "... Could you please untie the transformation of this Animagus? You know, transformation and restoration are not allowed in the castle. We can't carry a mouse with us--"

Dumbledore was in no mood to talk to them, so he simply waved his hand and temporarily lifted the ban on Peter.

The mouse pretending to be dead screamed silently and turned back to its original form, revealing its bone stumps and broken legs that had just healed, and it bounced on the ground in an attempt to escape.

The Aurors immediately breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward and carried Peter away together.

Seeing a sudden commotion over at the bedside, Fudge quickly called out to the people around him and quickly slipped away.

Of course, he didn't forget to bring the crystal ball.

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Flames surged within his body, and the stabbing pain grew more and more intense. Something was clinging to his bones, growing stronger, only to be weakened again and again by the potion he drank.

Winster couldn't see clearly at all, the white light of the whole world merged into one in his eyes. He knew that he didn't have much time to wake up, but there was still one thing he needed to explain - Winster pulled Snape's robe.

"Teacher..." he called weakly.

Fudge was still talking next to him.

The slight movement was noticeable only to Snape, who had his eyes fixed on him.

Snape leaned forward hastily.

"...The complete formula is in the notes." Winster tried to retain his last bit of consciousness while giving instructions.

"Winster!" Hermione had been paying attention to Winster, and when she noticed something was wrong with him, she immediately shouted in worry.

Pomfrey pushed the people aside and waved his wand again with a serious face.

After Dumbledore sent Fudge away, he immediately took Harry and Hermione away with him, for fear of disturbing Pomfrey's diagnosis.

Her lips tightened.

"How is it?" Snape asked in a low voice, his heart sinking as he stared at Madam Pomfrey's face.

"I knew it! A brief moment of lucidity - I couldn't expect more." Madam Pomfrey glared at Winster angrily.

But Winster was already unconscious, constantly making slight moans from his mouth, and could no longer give her a flattering smile.

Madam Pomfrey became even angrier, and she immediately cast a spell to maintain the balance in Winster's body.

"Do whatever you want to do now! What are you still standing here for? Severus? Do you have to wait for me to scold you before you wake up?!" Madam Pomfrey shouted angrily, "I have contacted St. Mungo's and asked them to send someone to help. Since you have decided to take a gamble, then act quickly. Don't let yourself regret it!"

Snape breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Poppy had already notified St. Mungo's, and he quickly stood up and ran out of the hospital wing.

Pomfrey pushed Winston's bed back, cursing.

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Dumbledore walked Harry and Hermione back to their dormitories, and only left after watching them fall asleep.

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Snape knew Winster's habit of placing things. He used his authority as the dean to strode into Winster's bedroom, waved away the frightened owl Summer, and opened Winster's bed curtain to find a familiar notebook next to the pillow.

With Winster's additional pages, the notebook has become quite thick.

Snape turned over the first few pages. Here, Winster's handwriting was still straight, imitating his previous habits, trying to write beautifully. As he read on, he seemed to feel that he no longer needed to imitate the handwriting, and gradually let himself go, starting to write in a free and elegant way. Following his writing habits, he began to draw circles of arcs.

There were notes for every subject. Normally, Snape would have thought that the more students there were, the better. But now he was annoyed that someone had mixed up important things.

He quickly flipped through the first few pages, skipping over the meaningless stick figures and the angry complaints about Trelawney, and finally came across the idea of ​​the potion that Winster had recorded as the [Firming Potion].

Winster’s idea of ​​recording potions is very clear.

Every change in the formula and the results of the experiment were recorded in detail, along with every step of processing the potion.

"Lacewings, African brush snake skin..." Snape read the names of the medicines, frowning more and more. He saw a lot of rough processing and waste of herbs. "... Acromanthus spider web... Wormwood infusion, dried nettle... Acromanthus spider web???"

His voice suddenly rose, and he stared at Winster's notes as if he were looking at some troll.

This was indeed a freak for him.

If this big guy was the surprise Winston got from Hagrid, then Snape would have wanted to put Winston under the Sorting Hat and retrain him.

Of course, not now.

Snape cursed and searched in Winster's dormitory. The fact that the potion was still being tested meant that Winster must have some stock of the eight-eyed giant spider web.

He had to gather all the materials as quickly as possible and start brewing the potion. Most of the potion that Winster had not taken away before, except for a small part that had to be left for comparison and replication, had already been poured into Winster's mouth.

It was not until daybreak that Snape stopped comparing and studying the last sample left by Winston.

In the next month he will study and completely replicate Winster's process of making the solidifying potion, and he dare not relax for a moment.

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Originally, I was supposed to leave school over several days.

But because the news of Winster's accident somehow spread quickly throughout Hogwarts, a group of parents strongly protested Dumbledore's behavior of leaving the werewolf in school. They forced their children to leave the school immediately and would not let the children come back until the werewolf left.

Some, despite pressure from their parents, stayed a little longer and piled flowers and blessings outside the medical wing.

There were a lot of Slytherin students, some of whom hurriedly put on their hoods and put down their flowers with their friends from other houses and ran away.

Some of them came alone, avoiding everyone else, and expressed belated apologies to Luo Ojanni and the others who were sitting silently at the door.