Professor McGonagall took the plan, nodded approvingly after reading it carefully, and said, "I find this plan very reasonable. For someone like Dumbledore, who is already resistant to the Tooth Health Potion, it's essential to strictly control his sugar intake. I think your plan is feasible, and I accept your suggestion to be the executor of this plan."
"Thank you, Professor McGonagall." Vivi stood up and bowed to Professor McGonagall.
"This is what I should do, Miss Grindelwald."
Unaware of Vivi's true identity, Professor McGonagall lamented, if only Miss Grindelwald were a Gryffindor, wouldn't that be wonderful...
What a pity, what a pity...
The plan successfully gained the approval of the majority, with only one person opposing—Dumbledore.
But the opposition was ineffective, whether by the principle of minority obeying the majority or the principle that might is right, he had to comply with the arrangements of the meeting organized by Pabi leading the School Board.
Yes, the nominal leader of this matter was the School Board.
If a Dumbledore not dressed in that Star Moon Robe still had the power to battle Vivi, now weakened by Voldemort's Magic Spell, Dumbledore simply couldn't resist the sugar control plan set by Vivi...
After perfectly passing this plan, Professor McGonagall couldn't resist Little Sirius's enthusiastic invitation and stayed at 12 Grimmauld Square to enjoy lunch.
"Let's toast to this plan!" Pabi proposed first, only enjoying the spectacle without worrying about the situation, since she couldn't drink alcohol anyway.
"It's for Principal Dumbledore's health," Vivi corrected, "Cheers—"
Only a world where Principal Dumbledore was injured was achieved.
After lunch, Professor McGonagall hurriedly left, planning to return to the school to command the Little Elves to repeatedly prohibit Dumbledore from consuming any sugar.
From now on, all the sweets and honey specially supplied in the Headmaster's Office were to be canceled.
That night, Vivi came to Harry's room in anticipation.
Early the next morning, Little Sirius, reading the newspaper in the dining room, angrily threw the paper on the table.
"I'm furious!" he shouted angrily, "This 'Prophet Daily'! What do they even mean!"
"What's wrong?" Cassandra put down her papaya milk, frowning in inquiry.
This recipe she learned from an obscure Sirius medical book. She wasn't sure if it would work, but she planned to use it for now.
As for Magic Potion... she was not considering using it yet, as that would prove her defeat.
Little Sirius pushed the newspaper to Cassandra in anger. After Cassandra read it, she frowned.
"What's wrong?" Vivi leaned over, and after glancing at the newspaper content, her expression suddenly became grim.
She never anticipated that the 'Prophet Daily' not only fabricated stories about Regulus but also about Harry and her—saying she lured the Savior Harry Potter with the advantage of her age.
"Does it seem that what's written here is true?" Cassandra looked at Vivi with a half-smile.
Vivi squinted her eyes and said coldly, "I want to know, why does 'Prophet Daily' know about what happened at 12 Grimmauld Square?"
She set the milk in her hand on the table and scanned around the table.
She first locked her gaze onto Dumbledore.
"Don't look at me, Miss Grindelwald," Dumbledore smiled and said to her, "You know, I didn't leave this house at all yesterday."
"I wasn't suspecting you, Dumbledore," Vivi maintained a cold expression, "I was just asking, what's backing 'Prophet Daily'? Why do they dare to disseminate any rumor on the newspaper?"
"As far as I know, they don't have any backing," Dumbledore stated confidently.
"This is peculiar, how can such a newspaper exist in the British Magic World?" Vivi tapped the table, "I won't allow it, absolutely won't allow it—the British Magic World won't allow such a newspaper that ignores facts and fabricates stories to exist!"
"But why does what happens at the Black Family Mansion, the 'Prophet Daily' know all about it?" Hermione frowned and asked, "No, I feel it's not that simple, it must be..."
"A mole?!" Ron followed Hermione's words.
"No." Hermione rested her chin on her hand, paced a few steps, and said to Ron, "During this period, only Little Sirius, Harry, Professor Snape, and Harry have been in and out of 12 Grimmauld Square; firstly, Little Sirius and Harry wouldn't be bored enough to tell 'Prophet Daily' about these things; secondly, Professor Snape, although he likes to target Little Sirius, wouldn't do such a thing—if the newspaper from a few days ago was suspect, then today's newspaper absolves Professor Snape of suspicion, because he couldn't not be here yet know the firsthand news here."
"Lastly, Professor McGonagall is even less likely to do such a thing, so... I have a guess..."
At this point, Hermione walked to Vivi's side and whispered something in her ear.
Vivi's expression gradually eased, she glanced at Hermione and asked, "How confident are you?"
"Almost certain," Hermione asserted confidently, "There's absolutely no other possibility!"
"Good!" Vivi's lips curled slightly, confirming Hermione's plan.
That afternoon, Vivi let Hedwig send a letter to Hogwarts, this time—not only inviting Professor McGonagall but inviting all four Heads to 12 Grimmauld Square.