HP: For a better world

Winster has been eating sandwiches for three days.

Although Snape tried to change his diet, he mostly ate in the canteen - that is, the food prepared by the Hogwarts house-elves. When he was alone, he was not picky about the food.

The nearby Muggle supermarket is also very convenient, with a wide variety of ready-to-eat items - although the tastes are completely opposite.

But Winster wasn't the kind of person who cared much about his appetite. He just couldn't bear it any longer and took away Snape's right to decide on meals, and decided to do it himself - then they ate sandwiches... and pasta for another three days.

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There's no way, Winster can't cook either.

Although there is cooking magic, it often takes a lot of long preparation to make a meal, even in the wizarding world, it just reduces the time required for people to do it manually. Switching to magic operation, but people still need to focus on the spell.

Cooking with canned food really saved them a lot of trouble, especially after they had to eat sandwiches for three consecutive days. The potion materials that Snape had ordered had already been sent to them via owl.

They put all their energy into brewing the potion. Snape was afraid to adjust the potion formula before, so he took this opportunity to revise it. He and Winston calibrated the three kinds of crucibles, which were made of different materials and resulted in different brewing processes. As a result, the brewing time of the tin crucible was shortened from one week to three days when everything was prepared in advance. The best crucible could shorten the entire production process to two days.

(Ever since Snape told Winster that the materials for positioning were blood and ordinary spider silk that could replace the silk of the Acromantula, Winster had already blocked Aragog from his heart with a blank expression - the dead spider had sworn that its silk was useful.)

Some of the brewing time is related to the significance of the potion ritual. After more than half a month of hard work, the two wrote out the clear and regular processes one by one.

During this period, Madam Pomfrey sent Winster gifts from his illness, along with a few bouquets of flowers. Because there were too many white roses for him, Madam Pomfrey only picked a few from the room where the flowers were piled. The most important thing was the gifts and the worried letters from friends.

Only then did Winster realize that the news of him being bitten had indeed been leaked.

He looked through the list of gifts sent by Madam Pomfrey with great interest. Most of the flowers were nameless. The gifts were different. Except for the gifts from Gryffindor, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, the other nameless blessings obviously had some hidden Slytherin style.

Luo Ou was indeed the person the original owner valued the most. As soon as he knew that Winster had woken up safely, he immediately reported those students that Winster would pay attention to - the students who came secretly without bringing any gifts, and even the names of some who had only asked someone to leave flowers but had already left.

And attached to the letter said:

[I hope you'll take us with you on your next adventure.] The ink was heavily stained on this text, showing how angry the owner of this text was.

[Rather than waiting for the news to come to us again after Porter and Selwyn announced it, Winston, I implore you to remember that we are partners and a team. We are not worried about you above all else, but we just hope that when we receive the news, you will not forget that our business has not even taken the first step.]

[PS: Jenny cried again. She sneaked in to take a look at you when Madam Pomfrey wasn't paying attention. I couldn't comfort her at all. We'll wait for you to come back and explain. God, luckily you're okay.]

Winster laughed and sat in the living room receiving letters.

Soon after they returned to Spinner's End, the defense facilities here gradually relaxed their vigilance, revealing the normal living room. The bookshelves around it automatically moved away, revealing the upstairs where Winston was currently staying, the master bedroom where Snape was resting, the kitchen, and a small garden that was partially covered with magic.

Snape planted a few common herbs in the small garden. There was nothing special about them except that they were hardy.

Winster also found a small utility room upstairs, which was used to store sundries. He dug out a blanket? (It was probably a blanket, because Snape took a look and said nothing) and spread it on the floor at the door. It was the right size, as if it had been there originally.

Only the entrance to the basement remained covered.

The collection below was filled with some of Snape's collections. Winston had secretly looked through them and found them to be comparable to those in Hogwarts. If you count the phoenix feathers and dragon blood, perhaps the ones in Hogwarts are more valuable.

But this also made Winster realize that even as a master of potions, he still did not have many treasures from some magical animals.

And these... there are many people.

"What are you doing?" Snape's frowning voice came from the kitchen. He had just washed all the dishes with one click.

Although neither Snape nor Winster were very good at cooking, and the cooking magic they had learned was only enough to make food, Winster still relied on his blood from his previous life to beat Snape, who only studied how to ensure the efficacy of potions and didn't care about anything else, in terms of taste.

At least it's better than Snape's, which has only boiled chickpeas and smoked English sausages on lettuce... Winster is seriously against anything with cheese.

So their division of labor became Winster cooking and Snape cleaning up. After all, little wizards should not use wands when they leave school for the holidays - although this request was really not taken seriously.

But they were indeed in a Muggle community. Winster still needed to control his recently overly fluent magic. Otherwise, Winster wanted to get something that day and ended up using the Spell of Flying, and the thing flew from afar, breaking countless potion material jars along the way, and that would be the end of him.

"I'm receiving mail," Winston said, waving the white rose in his hand towards Snape. "Madam Pomfrey has forwarded all the gifts she sent to me for visiting me. Surprisingly, there are also gifts left by Malfoy."

Snape raised an eyebrow, "Who? Lucius Malfoy?"

"Draco Malfoy." Winston answered, looking over and over at the gift left by Malfoy.

It looked like a limited edition Honeydukes chocolate - although Winston didn't understand why chocolates were limited edition. But it was obvious that Malfoy treasured this gift, otherwise he wouldn't have brought it to school and never ate it. Because the chocolate said [1990 Honeydukes Handmade Commemorative Edition: Bringing Wizards the Favorite Flavor] - fortunately it wasn't the 1990 Harry Potter Commemorative Edition, after all, 1990 was the year when the Boy Who Lived entered school.

If Winster remembered correctly, Draco seemed to be a fan of Harry before he entered school.

He raised his head and said, "Teacher, I remember Malfoy was also the last one to leave among those who came to see me. Why?"

He was simply confused.

If the rumor circulating outside was that he had been bitten by a werewolf, then given Malfoy's usual agility, he should have been abandoned. In terms of discrimination, pure-blood wizards discriminated against werewolves the most severely.

They are naturally hostile to those humans they consider to be polluted bloodlines. Not to mention that the dangers of werewolves should be warned in such a family.

This means that Lucius should stop Draco from continuing to release emotional value to Winston.

Even if it is... you should...

The name that Blake had mistakenly addressed him suddenly flashed through Winster's mind.

Snape came over and took his own letter from the claws of the old owl squatting at the door waiting for him. "I didn't notice it." He said casually, "Probably because of Draco's own choice."

He opened the envelope wrapped in brown paper and saw the ink of the Pharmacists Association printed on it. He snorted, "Lucius has always been worried about Draco Malfoy's indecision. But he is also proud of it," he said lazily, "Lucius even donated money to St. Mungo's for this... The Daily Prophet reports it every day... Hum... He is very calculating."

At the same time, Snape opened the letter and quickly scanned the letter from the Apothecary Guild with a tone that was light and mixed with arrogance.

"But he doesn't have to worry now, Draco Malfoy's perfect bet--"

He showed Winster the reply from the Pharmacists Association, and Winster read all the contents of the letter carefully.

"A rising potion master." He said softly, unable to suppress the smugness on his face, "Of course, in the future tense."

He did not forget to suppress the overjoyed Winter and told him not to get excited so quickly.

"It's enough for Malfoy to show off to his little circle - even if you fail the questioning this time."

Winster was accustomed to picking out the words he could hear from Snape, with the corners of his mouth raised high.

This letter from the Apothecary Association was not actually a letter, but an invitation to Snape and his students to attend the Apothecary Gathering. The letter also said that although this was during the Quidditch World Cup, many potion masters who had heard the news were happy to attend.

This made Winster even happier. His potions were valued by many people, and would be valued by more people in the future, until he became one of them.

Fame and wealth will come to him as long as he wants them.

"That's great," said Winster, trying hard to suppress the joy in his eyes and eyebrows.

No matter what he wants to do, this will be the first step to his success - fame, gimmicks, if he wants to change the world, then Winster first needs attention.

The second is strength. In some crisis situations, strength is equally important, or even more important. It's just that great strength can never be achieved overnight. Winster knows that he has this talent. Just look at the magic power he has now.

Moreover, he could now see magic in other objects. In terms of total amount, he was already close to being an adult wizard.

I say infinite because the samples that Winster has carefully observed are too few, only Madam Pomfrey and Snape and a few other wizards. Winster has no way of determining the average level of normal wizards.

The pharmacist gathering was originally intended to bring together some poor pharmacists with wealthy wizards.

It aims to promote the exchange of potions among countries. Some potion masters will also bring their selected students to see the world. Every time, many potion inspirations will collide here to create more sparks.

But Snape rarely attended such gatherings. Or rather, he never did.

He came once or twice when he was first recognized as a potion master, but later he gradually got caught up in the increasingly fierce struggle between good and evil in Britain and was not invited again. It was not until the eleven years since Voldemort's silence that he became more and more profound.

Most people guessed that he might have planned to die in Hogwarts in this life.

"Then you should continue to work hard instead of holding the invitation and smiling like a troll who has drunk a drink." Snape raised his eyebrows, walked to the entrance of the basement, raised his chin to Winster and said softly, "I think a future potion master does not need me to say please to his responsibility to study his own potions."

Winster first retorted, "I didn't laugh out loud." Then he said, "Wait a minute, I'll write back." He handed a few letters to Summer. He looked at the long-eared owl that had stayed in Spider's End Alley and felt strange.

Isn't this the school's public owl?

Winster looked at the letters that were about to be delivered separately, then looked at the owl that looked particularly reliable, hesitated, and asked tentatively.

"Are you willing to work a little harder? This letter has some special features and needs to be delivered at night, preferably away from the sight of Muggles."

The old owl, which looked a bit fierce and was combing its feathers with its beak, stopped and seemed to look at Snape before casting its gaze on Winster and nodded its beak calmly and calmly, meaning it agreed.

Winster gave it the letter to Harry. It was customary for students to give some food or change to the public owls in exchange. But Winster didn't have much owl food, so he took out five Knuts from his pocket and put them in the small bag tied to its leg.

The old owl looked down, flapped its wings and flew away with Summer.

Snape raised his chin again.

Winster walked while cleaning up the mess he had made by opening the letter. When he passed the dining table, he changed it into a vase and put the white rose he had been holding in his hand in it.

Then he walked over to Snape and looked up at him.

Snape glanced over and said, "Since we have received the invitation, we will see in the next week whether the African tree snake skin can be replaced with another material to further reduce costs and time."

"Okay, teacher."

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"By the way, teacher, where is your owl?" Winster asked casually while grinding lacewings. "I remember the owner of the potion shop said you have one, but I don't think I've ever seen it."

"That's the one just now." Snape was sitting at the table thinking about what material would be suitable to replace the tree snake skin. He slid his pen tip, wrote a string of letters and crossed them out. Finally, he made a list to narrow down the scope of Winster's experiment and put it in front of Winster with a bang.

Winster picked up the parchment and took a look at it, and began to worry whether the rapidly shrinking treasury could still support his spending.

But he thought about it and felt that Hogwarts, which didn't cost any money, could be sustained for a while. As for books, Winster could try to borrow some second-hand books from Snape.

"Just now?" Winster put down the parchment. "Isn't that the school's public owl? I often see it in the owl shed."

"If you could observe it more carefully, White," Snape said sarcastically, "you would find that although it has been staying in the Owl Shed for a long time, it never accepts letters from other students."

Winster was silent for a moment, thinking of the miserable situation of the long-eared owl who had been in the Owl Shed only for a short time. He thought that it was not his fault that he had never known about it.

Even he suspected that many professors didn't know - except Filch, who caught the Weasley twins squatting in the Owlery for a long time this semester.