HP: For a better world

If this is the case, then it is understandable that White is alone and has no family to take care of him.

Winster thought that no one on his mother's side of the family was willing to accept this body, so they abandoned him and left him there.

But now that he has gone to great lengths to become famous, it is a dilemma whether he will come looking for her.

Apart from the emotional aspect, Winster had no intention of finding another parent for himself. Although Snape was just a teacher, he treated him very well. It was good enough for Winster to feel at ease in an unfamiliar environment.

Although he could still recall his memories of his parents, Winster could not call out their names, and could not recall their appearances no matter how hard he tried. The parents who whispered softly had no faces or voices. Their mouths opened and closed in his memory, but there was no sound at all.

It sounds a bit like a horror movie.

But this thing really happened, and Winster didn't know if it was because of the loss of memory due to time travel.

But after all, he knew that he was not a real orphan, so he would not project his emotions towards his parents whom he had never even met in this life.

After all, his experience was no different from most children, all of them were widowed, and at most he felt a little soft-hearted towards this physical mother because of the mother in his memory. But since the person has passed away, there is nothing to say.

Then there is the issue of profit. Winster doesn't want some family to suddenly appear and take away his things by taking advantage of his underage status.

The Malfoy Management Association has already taken this into consideration, and Winston doesn't want to create any more obstacles because of it.

The old goblin came back on time, respectfully brought a key to the vault, and told Winster that his conditions had been met and the anonymous vault had been converted into a long-term vault. He only needed to sign and re-register his name. He didn't need to pay the money for this temporary vault. He only needed to wait until the dividends came in. When the money in the vault increased to 500 or 600 Galleons, he didn't even need to pay the maintenance fee. If he kept it for a few more years, they would give him some interest.

The old goblin rubbed his palms and said, "The older the family, the more money they have kept in Gringotts. Over time, money will make money, and they will naturally become richer." It smiled cunningly, "Even if there is a prodigal son, the huge family fortune will be enough for him to squander for a few years. Not to mention that Gringotts also provides pawn valuation services. Gringotts' reputation is trustworthy."

This is of course a win-win situation.

Winster understood it clearly as soon as he heard it.

The goblins guard the vaults every year, so they naturally know what is in those family vaults. When the other family falls, but there are still people who can't swallow it all in one go, they will join forces with other families that have ambitions to take possession of the treasure and split it up for themselves.

But the existing interests are clearly laid out, and Gringotts' security is not so easy to breach, so few wizards dare to attack them.

Harry and Voldemort cannot be counted as normal.

It watched Winster sign, and at the same time, it kicked the guard hard with its short legs, threatening him to hand over some money.

The goblin guard reluctantly took out a few copper knuts from his pocket and gave them to it, but was punched a few times instead. He impatiently took out a few silver Sickles from its pocket and forcefully gave it half of them before giving up.

The goblin guard looked painful, but when he turned his back he seemed vaguely relieved.

Winster pretended not to notice their quarrel. After signing, he signaled them to leave.

Knowing that this was a future big client, the old goblin was a little reluctant to let him go. After sending Winster to the lobby of Gringotts, he earnestly reminded him that he had a hot and good industry waiting to be sold.

But this has nothing to do with Winster, he has no money now.

He waved his hand, adjusted his hood, and slipped out the door among the crowd.

*

"Well, things are getting out of hand," said Mr. Weasley, sitting in an armchair by the fire with his dinner.

"Why, dear?" Mrs. Weasley came over with a napkin and placed it on his armchair.

"Rita Skeeter has been scrambling around all week, looking for more chaos to report at the Ministry. Fortunately, she didn't find out about old Bertha's case and has returned." Mr. Weasley explained to his wife: "The Ministry forced her to change the topic of her report and asked her not to incite panic. Fortunately, the Apothecary Guild has a new big news for her."

"Crouch is lucky that Rita didn't find out about Winky." Mr. Weasley said with relief.

"Then why are you sighing?" Mrs. Weasley asked, putting her hand on the armchair where he sat, around the back of the chair, and gently placing it on his shoulder.

Mr. Weasley sighed again and glanced at the children who had gathered around to listen to their conversation. Seeing that he couldn't blast it open, he said vaguely, "Because of... reasons, the Ministry wanted to bring in a fire dragon, but you know, what happened in the United States... the international situation is tightening... They are worried about being exposed, but they are reluctant to..."

"A dragon?!" The twins heard the sound and shouted, poking their heads out of the stairwell, and shouted excitedly to Mr. Weasley: "Dad, the Ministry is going to send a dragon? - Can we take a look!"

Mrs. Weasley raised her eyebrows and stood with her hands on her hips, yelling upstairs: "It's none of your business!"

"Have you packed all your luggage?" Mrs. Weasley walked upstairs with her wand in her hand, looking aggressive.

Harry poked his head out as well, but he wasn't as fast as the twins.

He was awkwardly blocked at the door by Mrs. Weasley.

"Oh, Harry," said Mrs. Weasley kindly, "go and pack your things now, before you wait till tomorrow and leave something behind in a panic -" She paused, as if thinking of something, and asked, "Do you want me to help you pack anything?"

Harry panicked, "Oh! What, no! Uh... I mean, thanks, but no, I can clean it up by myself."

He said awkwardly.

"Come and call me if you need anything," Mrs. Weasley patted his back gently and pushed him into the room. "I'll be watching Fred and George's room to make sure they don't bring anything dangerous in."

Harry was pushed into the room by her gentle movements.

Ron and Hermione were there.

They were busy packing their things - Ron was doing it, Hermione was watching.

"I packed it a long time ago," said Hermione. "Winster also sent me a few letters telling me what he saw and heard at the Apothecary Guild."

"Wow," said Harry, "I got it before you did, and he asked me when Sirius would be willing to let Buckbeak go."

The look on Hermione's face seemed to say "childish" for a moment, "What did you say to him?"

"Sirius put Buckbeak in the attic," said Harry. "He wants to take care of him himself."

"Come on, he can't even take care of himself," said Hermione. "The attic is not a good place for Buckbeak to be locked up there all day."

Ron, who was packing up nearby, couldn't help but ask, "Wait, did you all receive the letter?"

Hermione and Harry both stared back at him with disbelief.

He muttered indignantly, "Well, I knew it!"

"He never liked me!"

Harry and Hermione looked at each other awkwardly, "Well... maybe it's because it's not too late yet? I mean... you see he's been busy passing the Potions review... and busy trying to exonerate Professor Lupin..." Harry gritted his teeth and comforted her.

Ron said gloomily, "Still busy with interviews, huh?"

He said sarcastically, "I'll remember to praise him for his handsome photo, thank you."

At this time, the glass was knocked open.

Hermione opened the window and a soaked owl flew in.

The owl flew in, dripping water all the way onto Ron's suitcase.

"Hey! My dress--" Ron jumped up and quickly grabbed the lace dress. Although he didn't like it, it was indeed the only dress robe he had.

Mum had something better for Harry...but it was a gift for Harry.

Ron suddenly felt depressed, and then started to complain: "Whose owl is this!"

Hermione interrupted him and called out worriedly, "Summer?"

Summer sneezed viciously, threw the wet cowhide package on the dry ground, ran to Ron and rubbed her feathers on him. She pecked his finger out of satisfaction, then flew to the side angrily to keep Hedwig company and comb her wet feathers.

Ron protested: "Hey-"

Hermione cast a warming spell on Summer, drying her feathers.

Summer cooed and flapped her wings as if to say thank you.

Fortunately, the package was waterproof. Harry picked up the package, turned it over and took a look: "Ron, this is for you!"

Ron wiped the water stain on his dress robe vigorously and raised his eyebrows. "Oh - I thought he really forgot about me. Let's open it and see what he brought me."

Harry tore open the package and pulled out a piece of pure black cloth with fiery red patterns embroidered on the edges. In the process, a white hard card fell out.

Hermione bent down and picked it up. On one side of the card was written a single word:

"Gift..." Hermione whispered, turning it over.

Winster's hastily written words seemed careless:

[A gift for you, Weasley.

I heard from Malfoy that you couldn't even afford a decent dress, so I bought you one, just this one - don't expect me to give you any other gifts this year, that's all.]

He even added a mocking expression when signing his name.

Hermione didn't know how she could read mockery in a simple smiling expression, but she just felt that way.

Harry was still trying to pull the clothes out.

Hermione called out, "Ron..."

"What?" he said impatiently, "I'm trying to dry the stain with my body heat, and I think it's almost dry!"

"Come on, just use a drying spell on that stuff - I mean, put down your outdated robes and come and take a look at this. I'm sure you'll be happy!" Hermione said speechlessly but with a hint of amusement.

"Whoosh..." Harry finally pulled the robe out. He didn't expect the leather bag to be so tough. He only tore a small piece of the top where Summer grabbed it. Fortunately, it finally came out. Harry shook it open.

"It's a robe - Ron!" said Harry delightedly.

"I saw it—" Ron read the letter, his eyebrows overflowing with joy, and he grabbed the robe that belonged to him from Harry's hand, muttering to himself: "I forgive him for not writing to me. He has a conscience—he still remembers his brother in adversity." He ran out to the stairs and shouted happily: "Mom—someone gave me a robe as a gift, so I don't need to wear the one you bought!!!"

"Okay - who sent it -"

"A friend--" Ron shouted back at the top of his voice, and then ran back happily, grabbed the lace-edged dress robe that looked like a women's dress, and said with joy from the bottom of his heart: "This dress can be saved for Ginny, she will definitely suit it--"

His voice drifted away with the sound of footsteps going down the stairs: "I'll go downstairs and give it to Ginny--"

He was so carried away that he forgot everything.

The sound drifted away.

Hermione covered her mouth and paused for a moment, then looked at Harry and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Harry laughed happily, and secretly, quietly breathed a sigh of relief.