The influence of the Hogwarts Magic Newspaper was gradually spreading. This was not just a single report, but a whole series.
The Order of the Phoenix also published some unimportant information in the newspaper, and more and more evidence showed that the Lord Voldemort had indeed returned.
Public opinion began to shift in their favor, and the newspaper's subscriptions grew.
At the same time, the Daily Prophet's subscriptions continued to fall.
People did not want to subscribe to a newspaper that lied, no matter how old it was. When it lost credibility, the newspaper lost its vitality.
As public opinion grew, protests against Fudge and the Ministry of Magic increased, and there was no way to control them.
Like the world of magic, the situation in the Hogwarts Castle grew more and more chaotic.
Everyone was talking about it, and no one paid any attention to Umbridge's order of instruction.
Under these circumstances, Harry felt much better.
This was one of the few good things that had happened since the ban on Quidditch and the increasingly painful Occlusion of the Brain.
As he hurried to Transfiguration class, Autumn caught up with him.
Before he knew what was going on, her hand was in his.
Autumn whispered in Harry's ear, "I'm sorry, Harry. That interview was so brave. I cried after reading it."
Harry was sorry to hear that she shed more tears for it, but he was glad that they were back together.
To his delight, she gave him a quick kiss and hurried away.
Hard to believe, he had just reached the door of the Transfiguration class when he encountered something just as happy.
Seymour walked out of the line to greet him. It was the first time they had spoken since their argument at the end of the semester.
"I want to say!" he said, looking at Harry's left knee. "I believe you, and I sent a newspaper to my mother."
If anything was needed to make the happiness more complete, it was the reactions of Malfoy, Crabbe and Gore.
All three of their fathers had been accused by him of being Death Eaters. In class, they looked at Harry with hatred and kept turning their heads. Gore cracked his knuckles threateningly, and Malfoy whispered something to Crabbe that was obviously malicious.
But there was nothing they could do. They were in a very bad position.
They couldn't even stand up and refute Elwyn and Harry, because they couldn't admit that they had read the article!
Umrich had indeed lost her sense of propriety. There was no punishment for her confinement on Monday night. She had actually invited Elwyn and Elaine for tea.
She separated the two of them and asked Elwyn to come to her office at five o'clock first, and Elaine to go there at six o'clock.
Everyone only had one hour, what was she trying to do?!
Umrich's office was still the same. The only change was the broom tied to the wall, Harry's crossbow and Elwyn's Star Taker. There was a thick, strong iron bolt nailed to the wall behind the desk. The flying broom was chained to the iron bolt and locked.
Elwyn also saw the wand, which technically belonged to him. It was chained by a miniature iron chain.
Umrich probably took them as trophies and hung them on the wall to show them off.
"Good evening, Mr. Mason!" When Elwyn walked in, she was lowering her head to write a letter. She didn't look at Elwyn, but pointed to a chair and said briefly and stiffly, "Sit down, we need to talk. At the beginning of the semester, we had a conversation, but it was obviously not a pleasant one. Because of some things, our differences are getting bigger and bigger. Now it's time to solve these contradictions. Continuing to be in a stalemate will do no good to either of us."
"Yes, Professor, I agree with your point of view!"
Elwyn sat down and looked at Umrich in surprise. What did she mean? Did she want to reconcile?!
Was it because the article in the Hogwarts Magic Newspaper had let her know the truth, and she was ready to turn over a new leaf?!
This kind of thing would never happen to Umrich, even if she had taken the wrong medicine.
Since it wasn't a reconciliation, then there must be some conspiracy!
Elwyn looked at Umrich, trying to see if she had any new plans.
She was lowering her head to write something, and on the plate above her head, a few ugly cats were jumping around.
These cats were not to be trifled with. This was a monitoring spell.
"Okay, it's finally done!" Umrich said. She put down her quill, and the expression on her face was like a toad about to swallow a delicious fly. "This is a report for the minister. I think we should take some special measures to make the reform more thorough. This is very necessary. By the way, what would you like to drink?"
"Thank you, but no need!" said Elwyn. Umrich's attitude was too strange!
"Just a little. I really hope you can have a drink with me." With an ugly smile on her face, Umrich said in a scary but pleasant tone, "Do you want tea, coffee, orange juice, or pumpkin juice?"
She gently waved her wand when she named each drink.
A teacup or glass containing the drink would appear on her table, with the prepared liquid in it.
Elwyn suddenly realized that there was something wrong with the drinks. Was she going to poison him?!
"Well, Professor, give me some tea," he said softly, looking at Umrich.
Umrich stood up and pretended to add some milk with her back to him.
Then she quickly walked around the table with the tea, with a sinister and kind smile on her face.
"Here!" she said, handing the tea to Elwyn. "Drink it while it's hot, okay? I think, after all the unfortunate things that have happened, we should have a chat. "
Elwyn did not speak. He stared at the cup in front of him, unable to see what was in it.
Umrich returned to her seat and waited. After a long silence, she said lightly, "You haven't drunk it yet!"
Unless there was something wrong with his head, he would not drink something he knew was wrong.
Elwyn pretended to raise the cup to his lips, but suddenly put it down. Umrich looked at him nervously.
"What's wrong?" Umrich said, still staring at Elwyn. "Do you want sugar?"
"Just a little, I like it sweeter, thank you! Elwyn said, putting the cup on the table.
While Umrich stood up, he slid his wand down into his right hand, which was covered by his sleeve, and cast a spell of confusion.
Umrich stopped, feeling dizzy. During this time, Elwyn quickly replaced the drink in the teacup.
"How many spoonfuls of sugar do you want?" Umrich asked, finding nothing.
"One spoonful is enough!" Elwyn said, watching the white sugar dissolve and disappear in the muddy tea.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
