HP: For a better world

Snape walked out of the inner room of the hotel suite, wearing a black robe with one sleeve rolled up. He was putting on his coat as he walked, shaking out the wrinkled clothes as he moved, and walked to the mirror in the living room.

"A letter?" Snape adjusted his collar in front of the mirror, and slowly buttoned up his clothes from bottom to top, sealing the collar tightly. While adjusting his collar, he glanced at Winster in the mirror and asked casually.

In the mirror, Winster was leaning halfway against the only windowsill in the living room, wearing a white shirt with his sleeves rolled up, one leg bent and the other leg leaning against the window sill. His long-eared owl stood obediently on the side, pecking at the food next to it out of boredom, looking a little stupid.

Without even raising his head, Winster read the letter sent by the long-eared owl over and over again, his face beaming with joy: "Nothing, it's my letter."

Then he raised his hand, took out the feather pen that came with the suite, and wrote something in a flamboyant style on a piece of parchment.

Snape buttoned his clothes, adjusted his cuffs, and made sure there was nothing wrong with him, then turned around and urged Winston.

"Go change into your dress--"

Snape warned, "Don't let me think you intend to fail in the first and most important step of the inquiry and leave a bohemian impression on all potion masters - put your cuffs down!" he scolded neither lightly nor harshly.

Winster blinked, raised the quill in his hand, and smiled: "Right away!"

He controlled the letter paper to flip and fold in the air, then float towards a tawny owl.

Summer kicked away from the birdcage, lowered his head when passing by Winster, grabbed the letter and flew out.

The long-eared owl standing nearby smacked its beak and drank from the owl tank placed next to it by the Pharmacist Association. This suite and the hotel were reserved by the Pharmacist Association and given to various pharmacists who came to participate in the gathering.

"All right!" said Winster, loosening his raised foot and letting it fall to the ground.

"Remember to bring me a copy of the Daily Prophet," he said to Summer, reaching out to help him adjust the position of the letter and taking out a few Knuts and stuffing them into the leather pocket tied to Summer's leg.

Summer grabbed the letter with her paw and chirped as a sign of agreement.

"You have gained more control over your magic power." Snape's voice came from the other end. "Wait until you have fully recovered before you can continue to use spells."

"I understand." Winster replied, walked into his room, and came out after a while wearing a well-fitting suit.

"Let's go!" he said brightly.

Snape gave him a complacent look.

……

Outside the questioning venue

"I'm a little excited." Winster whispered, his eyes dancing with eagerness to try. Snape's mouth flattened, not surprised by this. On the contrary, Winster felt anxious about this, and fear made him feel a little surprised.

"Normal." Snape glanced at him, "As long as you deal with it the same way you did yesterday."

"Let's start..." said Winster, pushing open the door of the venue and walking up to the podium.

Snape followed behind and took a seat in the spectator gallery in the opposite direction.

The wizard who presided over the inquiry meeting looked at the two of them, cleared his throat, and knocked the hammer in his hand on the table in front of him. His voice suddenly became louder and louder: "Welcome to the 1563rd...Potion Inquiry Meeting...Please allow the relevant review team to enter..."

Winster placed his hands on the podium and solemnly placed the materials he and Snape had sorted out on the table. He looked up at the pharmacists and potion masters pouring in like a stream, confident and calm.

Click——

There was another crisp sound of the hammer.

"Inquiry No. 1563... "Firming Potion: Predictions on the Preventive Effects of Lycanthropy"... Speaker: Winston White..."

Winster heard the host's slow announcement, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, then introduced himself to the wizards with a smile, and said straight to the point: "Lycosis has plagued the wizarding world for many years, and there has never been a cure. I do the opposite, and I believe that preventing the further spread of lycanthropy is the main way to reduce the number of werewolves and reduce the occurrence of tragedies..."

"In previous cases, it was often the case that werewolves biting animals would not spread the disease, but would cause death or wolf transformation in humans," Winster said, "so lycanthropy only spreads among humans... I happened to learn about Animagus when I was studying Transfiguration, which can turn wizards into ordinary animals. Through some information, I learned that wizards who have learned Animagus can transform into animals without being infected by werewolves when they are bitten."

There was a small commotion in the audience, and the potion masters were talking to each other about the news about Animagus.

"Animagus, please?"

"...The records say that they completely transformed into animals. There are only seven people in this era who have registered as having mastered the Animagus, and one of them is the deputy headmaster who teaches at Hogwarts... But it's not impossible."

Winster continued:

"The solidifying potion... uses the two most important materials in the compound potion that promote change, lacewings... and African tree snake skin, and then combines them with nettles and wormwood..." Winster smiled, knowing that no one would interrupt his early ideas, and the focus was on the thoughts on lycanthropy that would be revealed later.

He began to explain in earnest his entire idea of ​​selecting the ingredients for the body-strengthening potion.

Every now and then a pharmacist or potion master would stand up and raise questions.

"What is the function of lacewings...?"

“It promotes identity change and symbolizes the interweaving of the two identities of wizard and animal.”

"Spider web?"

"Neutralizer." Winster replied, "To deceive the wolf."

"Boomslang skin..."

“Shedding the outer skin and gaining a new life, the transition between two identities.”

Although they were just inquiries about the medicinal properties, Winster still responded calmly, and without any sign of annoyance, he explained the medicinal properties and ideas behind his selection of the materials.

"Based on Animagus, it guides the interweaving and transformation of the wizard's two identities...in order to deceive the werewolf curse in the blood. This is the purpose of the solidification potion." Although Winster is young, his voice spreads with the amplification spell on the podium.

This caused the potion masters who had learned that someone had avoided lycanthropy to applaud the potion, which had already shown some initial results.

After reaching a consensus, the pharmacists on the review team acknowledged the existence of the Immobilization Potion and announced that the Immobilization Potion had officially entered the next step of small-scale volunteer experiments. They would only make the invention of another potion public after confirming that the potion could be used universally, recognizing Winster as the creator of the Immobilization Potion.

Winster was delighted. Rather than trying to find someone to conduct the experiment himself, the association's volunteer experiments were more likely to be trusted. Especially for a wizard like Winster who had no reputation worthy of trust from outsiders and whose invented potions were subtle and difficult to describe.

Even though Winster himself is an example of a successful experiment, the Pharmacists Association must see the replicability of this success.

"Let's go."

Snape walked over.

He said lazily, "Now you just wait for the association to help you find volunteers to test the potion."

"How long will it take?" Winster asked, retracting his smile as he looked away from the Potions Master who came over to talk to him.

He watched the Potions Masters gradually blending into the crowd and leaving.

Snape glanced over. "It's difficult," he replied, a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. "You can't just ask volunteers to drink the potion and then go and bite a werewolf to try. Of course, you can only wait."

"The general process takes several years or even longer. Even with the help of the association, it may take five or six years to find it..."

"Unless you are willing to offer a large reward, those desperate wizards will be willing to take the risk of turning into werewolves and come and give it a try."

"A large sum of money?" Winster asked, packed up his manuscript, and walked out of the venue with Snape towards the hotel.

“What if I don’t have that much money?”

"Then wait patiently. When you become famous, someone will be willing to come." Snape said, "Your potion must be made by a wizard, and the Ministry of Magic has abolished the death penalty. If you want to find a living wizard, you can only wait."

But I can't wait, Winster thought absentmindedly. School is almost the best time to do anything.

One or two years is fine...but five or six years, seven or eight years...? He was also counting on the Immobilization Potion to provide him with stable funds and reputation, so that he could develop his own society with Loial.

This near-death experience made him realize the fear that White had faced.

If you come to the magical world, you will see the wonders of the world but leave suddenly.

How unwilling would that be?

After all, no one can guarantee that there will be a new life after death, and that the original memories will be preserved unchanged.

Perhaps it was this kind of emotion and fear of extinction that forced White to take the risk and come into contact with the Horcrux in person...

Winster thought, how much time does he have? The clearest time is in the next few years. Even without Voldemort, the Four Finals Tournament will still be held. This is basically the last chance to gain fame.

This was also the plan White left for Luo. Although he did not specify what the opportunity was, the time he left for Luo was the answer.

This time, without Harry and Danger, Winston can fully play to his strengths and win the championship.

Winster looked down at the wand, the warm white glow was totally different from the color he had seen on himself before. Instead, it was more like the color of the white wolf in his hallucination that night.

The scene lingered in his mind after he woke up.

The white wolf and the dying wish under the moonlit night. Winster could not forget the regret when he said his last wish, he almost lost this opportunity.

This is a magical world. Why doesn't he be bolder?

Is a potion master enough for him? But the potion made with only Rowling's understanding of wordplay saves him from lycanthropy.

And Winston knew so many secrets of the wizarding world, and knew that the wizarding world contained countless opportunities. These opportunities were almost all accumulated in Harry's seven years of study. After this time, many things would lose their original effectiveness.

Can Winster give up all this and wait silently for the Pharmacists Association to find volunteers, who knows when?

Just as Snape's inventory was lacking some precious materials, other potion masters might have the same problem. At least scarce materials and novel things would definitely arouse their interest.

And Scamander often has some magical animals that are difficult for ordinary people to find, but they have definitely seen them.

Like Hagrid, despite the mountain of magical creature byproducts piling up at home, they rarely sell them.

Even if it is sold, there is no stable sales channel.

After all, just a little bit of some things can bring countless wealth.

...Then why can't Winster be a middleman to connect the potion master and Scamander? Stable and repeatable potion materials are always faster than buying them at a high price. Maybe we can find some materials that can replace some more scarce items from these materials, thereby reducing the hunting of wild magical animals. Rolf and his friends will also be happy to see this happen.

But until he received a reply, Winster was still unsure.

But Summer returned in the early morning of the next day, exhausted, with a letter and a newspaper.