HP: For a better world

"No?!"

Winster's attention was immediately drawn to it.

Snape glanced at him and answered again.

"There is no white wolf."

They disappeared from the noisy tavern and landed in a gray-black alley. Their feet were treading on the flowing sewage. The bumpy stone slabs were spliced ​​together and stretched into the distance. The small houses crowded on both sides of the road curiously looked over at them.

Snape shook his wand and cast a Neglect Charm on himself.

Winster swallowed his doubts and came to his senses.

He called out to Snape who was about to walk forward with his suitcase.

"Wait, Professor...I don't have to?"

Winster motioned Snape to take a look at the man who was still wearing his school robes, a white T-shirt, a wand at his waist, and holding an owl cage covered with white cloth in his hand. Summer was still inside, picking at Winster's clothes as he approached the cage.

"No need." Snape sneered, "You have to let them know you exist. And by the way, let them know what kind of place you agreed to choose."

Winster reluctantly took off his outer robe and put it on his hand, holding the cage awkwardly with his other hand.

Summer laughed even more happily.

Winster stepped onto the wet and slippery alley with some hesitation. From time to time, he was met with surprised glances from the buildings and courtyards on both sides. Perhaps in their eyes, he was just an ordinary boy who had strayed into the alley.

The sound insulation of the house here seemed to be not very good. Winster heard several bursts of loud crying in front of him, and a half-grown boy broke open the door and ran away, brushing past Winster.

Winster staggered after being knocked, and subconsciously pressed the wand on his waist.

Behind him came the fierce scolding of a white lady, the sharp crying of a baby, and the sound of stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots from the shop next door... Winster showed a subtle expression on his face, and finally caught a sense of long-lost familiarity from the buildings in a foreign country.

He walked forward a few steps, jumping over a few puddles with small steps, watching the water in the low-lying areas of the street tremble with the landing of his footsteps, and splashing waves on the edges.

The robe fluttered and fell, the air became fluffy and disappeared.

If Winster had not been stunned for a moment and quickly switched his perspective to see the figure emitting a grayish-white light in front of him, he would have forgotten that it was Snape who brought him here.

Don't lose it.

Winster trotted forward a few steps, pulled up Snape's hanging sleeves, blinked his blue eyes and stared at Snape for a while, and was tacitly integrated into the scope of the ignoring spell.

The meaningful looks from before disappeared, and everyone turned away as if it was normal and continued to do their own things. The sound of beating a child next door paused for a moment, and then became more intense.

The further you go in, the quieter it becomes. The cobblestone road gradually turns into a cobblestone path. Fried fish and fried potato wrappers are scattered on the ground, most of which are soaked in oil at the edges and half wet by the puddles of water on the ground.

It seemed that no one had lived here for a long time, and the empty brick house next to it exuded a lonely and deserted atmosphere. The low-lying area in front of the door was covered with green moss.

Going further ahead, at the end of the alley, there is a narrow and ordinary-looking two-story building. Mottled greenery emerges from the gaps between the gray and black bricks.

Snape waved his wand as usual to clear the dust on the door lock, shook off Winston's hand, took out the key from his sleeve and pushed open the door.

Only then did he remove the ignore spell.

Snape walked in with a frown, casually put Winster's luggage by the door, and glanced at Winster who was standing at the gate and was now hesitating.

"I hope you're not waiting for me to say 'come in'."

Winster stared at the door blankly. He was startled by his voice and said briefly, "No, no."

He stepped through the door.

Snape was rummaging in the shoe cabinet next to him, and after a while he picked out a pair of old slippers and threw it over.

"Wear this."

He raised his chin to signal Winster to act.

"Oh." Winster said obediently, took off his shoes and put them in the shoe cabinet, then followed his instructions in a daze and sat on the old cloth sofa. He sat upright with his fists clenched on his knees.

I watched Snape drag his suitcase up to the hidden door behind the bookcase, and then he came down and mercifully let Summer, who had been guarding the whole way, fly out of the window.

Winster didn't know whether Summer was happy or not, but he was very nervous. He once again realized that he would never be able to go home again.

In this world, no one has a truly close relationship with him, and no one will truly love him passionately just because of a remote blood relationship.

Since then, no one has this obligation anymore.

"Come here, White." Snape called him upstairs and led him into a small single room.

"This is where I used to live," Snape instructed, pointing to an old spring bed by the window, "You will live here from now on."

To the right of the spring bed was a low wooden cabinet with a small desk lamp on it. Opposite the low cabinet was a bookcase filled with shelves. On it were written "Standard Spells xxx" Levels 1 to 6. There were also a few Potions textbooks that looked almost torn from looking at the cover.

Snape followed his gaze and said, "These are some of my old books. I'll clear them out later and you can put your own."

"...Don't," Winston said quickly, his voice getting smaller and smaller as Snape looked at him. "I mean, can you keep them? I think they can still be useful to me... I want to take a look."

Snape quickly agreed, "Don't draw on it."

Winster agreed and watched Snape go downstairs again.

He walked around the room and saw traces of the previous owner's life. The names of a few common herbs were secretly carved on the side of the low cabinet. There was a suitcase under the foot of the bed. There was a slight sag in the middle of the bed. The dim red bed curtains hung darkly on both sides of the window sill. If you didn't look carefully, they would almost blend into the wall behind.

There was a hint of moisture on the window sill, and the cool iron rod allowed green vines to climb up, showing off some green to the young man who was watching them.

The sound of rain dripping from the eaves outside the window bars, and the breeze after the rain brought some coolness mixed with turbid air.

There was another knock on the door.

Snape brought Summer's birdcage and an iron rod over, looked at Winster who was clinging to the window sill, and said, "You still need a place to put the bird..."

Winster moved to the side silently, raised his head and looked at Snape who was kneeling on the bed and approaching, waving his wand to fix the iron rod with the hook on the window railing and hung the birdcage on it.

He explained dryly, "I couldn't use it before..."

Winster responded dryly.

"Oh."

They looked at each other. After a while, Snape left first, as if he had a headache, and said, "You can rest for a few more days. I have sent a letter to the Pharmacists Association. We can start working once all the materials arrive."

"Ok."

Winster seemed to agree eagerly, and breathed a sigh of relief.