At the bottom of the newspaper, Betty Braithwaite wrote, "There is no doubt that Skeet's book will become a bestseller immediately. And Dumbledore's many admirers will probably tremble in fear, not knowing what will happen to their hero. "
After reading the article, Elwyn stared at Rita Skeet's photo for a while.
For a moment, he even wondered if this woman had turned into a beetle and snuck into the Hogwarts to record everything that happened that night.
But this was impossible. Based on Elwyn's understanding of her, Skeet might have found some clues, and the rest was all made up by herself.
It had to be said that her entry point was very accurate.
This content was what the public was interested in and wanted to know. It was hard to say how much of it was true, but who cared?!
The answer that people wanted to know was not necessarily the truth.
There was no doubt that her book would become a bestseller.
Rita Skeet had revealed the secrets related to Dumbledore's past and satisfied people's curiosity about this great wizard, but she should not have been so stupid as to touch on the sensitive topic of Dumbledore's death, and even said that there was a profound and complicated magic involved. The key point was that she was right, and this would bring her big trouble. Hopefully, when she was invited to tea by the Death Eaters again, she could still be as calm as she was now.
As Elwyn's partner and close friend, of course she knew all the secrets. If the answer about the disappearance of Dumbledore's body did not satisfy the Lord Voldemort...
Just then, Hermione's shout came from downstairs, asking him to go down for dinner.
"Got it, I'll go down now!"
Elwyn crumpled the newspaper into a ball and threw it back into the wastepaper basket. If he had time to worry about Rita Skeet, he might as well look forward to Hermione's dinner.
At the dining table, Hermione handed Elwyn a letter that had just arrived. It was sent from the Burrow. Judging from the handwriting, it should be written by Ginny, Elaine, and Gabri together. They talked about some recent events and hoped that Elwyn and Hermione could go to the Burrow as soon as possible. There was also news that Lupin and Tonks had gotten married.
Everyone had been looking forward to their wedding, hoping that it would be held at the same time as Bill and Hibiscus Chinensis's wedding. However, Lupin and Tonks did not tell anyone. It was said that they went out for a walk after lunch yesterday and came back with the ring.
Under the "interrogation" of Ginny, Elaine, and Gabri, Tonks later told them that she and Lupin had gone to his parents' graveyard and then held the wedding ceremony at the nearby village church in Muggle. It was a sunset wedding. Lupin had prepared the ring in advance. It was very sudden, very simple, and very rushed, but Tonks thought it was very happy...
One could imagine that scene. The warm rays of the setting sun, the colorful sky, the gentle breeze caressing their faces, and the two of them looking at each other affectionately, their gazes filled with love.
Anyone would be intoxicated by it and quietly appreciate the beauty of the world.
This was the scene Hermione described to Elwyn before she went to bed at night.
She felt that it had not been easy for Lupin and Tonks to get together. Although their wedding ceremony was not as lively and there were not as many witnesses, as long as they truly loved each other, it was enough. When Lupin put the ring on Tonks' finger, she must have been the happiest person in the world at that moment.
The beauty of love did not lie in its longevity, but in its short-lived existence.
The fact that Lupin and Tonks could get to this point was the best portrayal of this saying.
If she could be like them, she would be satisfied!
Hermione said a lot. Elwyn was a little confused at first, but he understood later.
In short, she was touched and suddenly wanted to get married too!
Just like Lady Weasley said, in this precarious era, many people had privately committed themselves to each other. If both parties were in love, what were they waiting for?
Yes, what were they waiting for?
Well, regarding this question, Elwyn felt that he should at least wait until he was of age...
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In the darkness, Harry was bleeding.
He squeezed his right hand with his left hand and swore silently. He pushed open the bedroom door with his shoulder, and suddenly there was a crunch of porcelain under his feet. A cup of herbal tea was placed on the ground outside his bedroom door, and he stepped on it.
"What..."
Harry looked around, but there was no one on the landing of 4 Privet Drive.
This cup of tea was probably Dudley trying to play a prank on him.
Harry raised his bleeding hand, picked up the broken pieces of the cup with his other hand, and threw them into the already full dustbin behind the bedroom door. Then he walked into the bathroom and rinsed his finger under the faucet.
He was not allowed to use magic for four more days. This was stupid, unreasonable, and annoying... Elwyn was not of age either, so why could he use magic outside of school, but not him? How did Sirius explain it last time... Harry had to admit that the deep wound on his finger definitely made it difficult for him to use magic.
He had never learned how to repair wounds, and now that he thought about it, especially when he thought about his next step, it seemed to be a serious flaw in his magic education.
He secretly decided to ask Elwyn or Hermione about this next time, while wiping the tea stains on the floor with a big wad of toilet paper.
Then he went back to his bedroom and slammed the door.
Just now, Harry completely emptied his school-use suitcase, which was the first time he had done so since he started packing it six years ago.
In the past, every time school reopened, he would replace and update three-quarters of the items on the top of the box. The bottom of the box had always been a mess of junk, such as an old quill, a withered beetle eye, and a pair of mismatched socks that he could no longer wear.
A few minutes ago, when Harry put his hand into this layer of junk, he suddenly felt a sharp pain on the ring finger of his right hand. When he pulled it out, he saw that it was bleeding.
His movements were more cautious now. He knelt down beside the box again, groped carefully at the bottom, and pulled out a battered badge. Then he pulled out a battered, cracked speculum and an empty bottle. Finally, he found the blade that had cut his finger.
He immediately recognized it. It was the magic mirror shard that Sirius had given him. It was about two inches long.
This thing could be used to contact Sirius, just like Muggle's phone, but Harry had not used it even once before it broke into pieces.
Apart from handing him over to the Dursleys during the holidays, Sirius did not appear again this summer, but this was enough of a deterrent to the Dursleys. Harry knew that Sirius was very busy. After Dumbledore left, the whole Order of the Phoenix was in a bad state, and he could not ask for anything else like a child.
The only thing he could do now was to quietly stay in this house, as he had done for the past sixteen years, stranded in silence.
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