HP: For a better world

"Why is it called the Wolf-Proofing Potion?" Winters asked. He emphasized unhappily, "Its name is the Solidifying Potion, not the Werewolf-Proofing Potion. It is essentially just a preventive measure. It can't solve the problem of wolf transformation at all."

"Of course I do," said Malfoy slyly, "but a more provocative name would be easier to promote - rather than calling it Immobilization, which is a potion named after its effect. It would be better to use a better name."

Malfoy explained softly, his expression softening: "After all, love potions are never a form of true love."

Winster calmly smoothed the goose bumps on his hands.

Since Malfoy accepted the task of providing funds, his behavior towards Winster was completely different. He said to Snape more than once that Winster was like a younger generation in his family. Once when discussing the distribution of benefits after the establishment of the association, he even half-truthfully told Draco to learn from Winster.

Although Draco nodded his head quickly and looked proud, he was obviously jealous. Although he knew that his father's words had social elements, he still turned from a lively ferret into a listless person.

Throughout the conversation, he kept giving her a sour look from time to time, especially after Snape took out their scores together after the conversation.

Anyway, after that conversation, it was definitely not Winster who was seriously hurt. Draco, who was squeezed to third place by Winster who was able to cast spells, said he had something to say.

Anyway, at the end of the day, Winston treated him to an ice cream as a consolation.

As for what Malfoy was thinking when he learned about Draco's transcript in advance, it is not a question that anyone can know.

——But after working overtime for a few days, Snape's mouth corners rose by more than one degree.

Winster could only sympathize with Draco on the surface.

Winster knew that propaganda needed an impressive reason, but he was still very resistant to Lucius's attempt to change the name of his potion: "This is a potion I created, and its name has been fixed from the beginning. Resisting changes and consolidating itself is the core idea of ​​this potion. It is only the basis for solving the problem of wolf transformation, and it has no way to deal with werewolves."

Today was the last conversation. The more detailed assignments had been discussed. Since Winster was still a minor and had no reliable helpers to help him manage a future potion association - or foundation, as it were. Malfoy took on the management task, and Lupin's reply that he had agreed to work had already been received by Winster.

So Winster could only casually express that he would like werewolves to manage werewolves.

And that person is the werewolf professor of Harry, Dumbledore's beloved and beloved one.

Lucius looked in surprise at Snape, who was sitting next to him and drinking his tea calmly as if he was deaf.

Snape glanced back and sneered without saying anything.

"Mr. Lupin is a good option." Winston said with a half-smile, "Dumbledore can guarantee his safety. I don't want some people to misunderstand and cause me to be watched everywhere by an old man in Hogwarts."

He paused before saying, "Of course, if he wants to obtain my 'forgiveness' -" Winster emphasized the last two syllables, "he must first go to the Apothecary Association to participate in the potion experiment." Winster said coldly: "I don't want to fail because of some werewolf criminal brought out of Azkaban."

Lucius expressed his understanding meaningfully. No wonder Snape didn't react at all.

It is impossible for Dumbledore to allow a few Slytherins to do such a thing.

........

"That's my potion." Winston said word by word, emphasizing that he could accept many things at a smooth pace. But he and Lucius had argued about the name of the potion three times.

"Potion master's stubbornness..." Malfoy narrowed his eyes and snorted, "It's just a name, why bother about it."

"It's my stuff," Winster said unmoved, "of course I decide. Isn't Wolfsbane Potion also derived from the effect of Aconitum used as wolf-hunting poison?" He firmly refused to change the name: "Firming Potion is a good and clear name."

"However, the wolfsbane potion has not sold more than a few dozen bottles so far." Lucius pointed out slowly with a mocking smile on his face.

Winster snorted heavily and refuted with his hands folded: "That's because it's difficult to brew and the ingredients are rare. My potion won't have this problem."

"As you like, little Winster,"

Lucius smiled slightly. Anyway, it would not interfere with his selling of potions. The official name and the name that was circulated could be completely different things.

"Since you still disagree," Lucius said slowly, "then the only issue left is Gringotts."

Gringotts?

Winster thought of the treasury he inherited from his so-called "mother".

"Gringotts?" Winston asked slowly.

"Yes, Gringotts, I think we have covered everything that needs to be clarified, unless you still have something to argue about, Winston White."

Lucius said.

"I mean the equity part. I'll use money, Scamander will use materials, and you will use technology. We'll split it equally among the three of us, and the remaining part will be used for werewolf potions and operations." Lucius pouted with a pained look on his face when he talked about the part given to the werewolves.

"I think," said Winston slowly, going over their agreement in his mind, "I have no problem."

"Let's go, my dear Mr. President." Lucius stood up, nodded gracefully, and waved his cane at Winster in a good mood.

"I've already made an appointment at Gringotts in advance, we just have to agree."

"That's great," Winster's mood suddenly became wonderful, and he shook it back with his backhand. "I hope I can get good news from my potion as soon as possible," he said.

"Of course - soon." Lucius's aristocratic accent, long and stinky, with the distinct color of pure-blooded aristocrats, he curled the corners of his mouth: "Happy cooperation"

“It’s a pleasure to work with you.”

The two Slytherins, one big and one small, smiled at each other.

......

This is how Winster came to Gringotts again. This time, Snape was not with him, and he was no longer an uneasy amnesiac.

Lucius was very skilled. He stuffed a handful of money into the first goblin he met and told it to take them to a secret private room and then call the manager who had made the reservation.

Everything went very quickly. Winster signed the contract after confirming that it was consistent with what was agreed upon. The magical signature on the three copies of the contract indicated that Winster had successfully brought Malfoy on board. With Malfoy's management and Winster's potion, he believed that the magic cooperative society he and Loel had set up would receive a large amount of funds.

I hope Loial isn't angry anymore, Winster thought.

With funding, you don’t have to worry about the funding being revoked due to not being able to recruit people.

Winster felt strangely guilty for a moment, wondering if Luoou had recruited enough students this semester. Luoou was right, he really was a hands-off boss.

Well, Winster withdrew his thoughts and turned to say goodbye to Malfoy.

After patiently waiting in Diagon Alley for several hours, Winster changed his clothes, put on his hood and re-entered Gringotts.

I don't know what happened to the teacher these days. After talking to Malfoy for a while, he seemed to have lost interest and left.

I don't even look at him anymore.

Winster felt it was a little strange, but Snape said that he was not his babysitter and that he should do it himself if he had anything to do. Then he stayed in the basement studying potions all day.

It seemed that because of the ball of leopard fur sent by Rolf, Winster cut a large piece and gave it to him, and also gave away some. However, the part that Winster kept for himself also became less and less as Snape became more and more addicted. Winster was heartbroken, but he had no way to deal with Snape's persuasive words. He could only try to change his mind with a pitiful look. But it was obvious that Snape saw through his tricks and laughed at him lazily.

But this also creates a good space for Winster to have some little secrets that he doesn't want others to know.

The fairy once told White that the previous owner of the vault was a witch. After the original owner's name was registered in the book of admission, the vault belonged to him.

Coupled with an obviously Muggle surname, this is why Winster and White would identify themselves as half-bloods.

But Black's exclamation aroused his vigilance. Although it might really be just an accident, Narcissa's malicious contact immediately afterwards aroused his suspicion again - he had not forgotten the gentle kindness that Narcissa had asked Draco to bring.

"Take me to my vault," said Winster, knocking on the table. The goblin, who was squinting through a monocle reading the Daily Prophet, glanced over: "Take out your wand."

Winster handed over the damaged hazel wand that had been destroyed by the basilisk's venom when he first woke up in the hospital wing.

The fairy took it, squinted at it, and stretched out his long fingernails to move the account book spread out beside it.

"...Mr. White." It flipped through a few pages and found the record, its finger lingering on one of the pages, "and your current wand."

Winster paused and placed his wand on the counter.

The goblin picked up the newly registered wand and looked it over, as if he had confirmed the wand's identity through some means.

(Winster suspected that it was the fluctuation of magic power on the wand. After being bitten by a werewolf, his ability to see only the magic lines on his body suddenly became able to see the magic lines on objects and other people's bodies.)

It rang the bell, signaling another goblin to take its place, and said to Winster, "Follow me."