Soon enough, the very next morning, Harry found out exactly who Skeeter was.
Hermione, her face flushed, slapped the newspaper onto the Slytherin table.
"How dare she—Dumbledore, Professor Jones, and you, she laid it all out in one article! And she wants to open a column?!"
Harry picked it up and glanced at it, instantly understanding.
Rita Skeeter, she wasn't writing funny novels.
She was a reporter!
But after reading her report, Harry found her… quite funny indeed.
It was the front page of today's newspaper, and it had already caused a sensation at the school.
"Dumbledore—Inaction or Conspiracy?"
Reported by our special correspondent, Rita Skeeter.
The whereabouts of the eccentric Principal of Hogwarts School of magic, Albus Dumbledore, have always been mysterious. Under the watchful eyes of many, he has secluded himself in the Hogwarts Castle, dedicating himself to education—but is that truly the case?
Recently, this newspaper has received numerous complaint letters. It is reported that shocking attacks have occurred at Hogwarts School. The most severe of these was on the night of December 11, when a Wizard was attacked by an unidentified person within the school.
Ridiculously, two attacks had already occurred throughout the school before this. The first attack originated on the evening of October 31, and the victim was a cat.
According to investigations, this attack was merely a warning. Logically, the correct choice at this point should have been to submit the situation to the Ministry of Magic, or to implement certain defensive measures.
However, it seems that no action was taken within Hogwarts, which led to the arrival of the second attack.
According to the eyewitness's recollection, he personally saw Harry Potter controlling a giant snake to attack a Muggle Wizard. According to the complaint letter, this Muggle Wizard had excellent grades in school, consistently ranking first in his year, while Harry Potter was second in his year.
Yes, you read that right—the famous Harry Potter.
Fortunately, for some unknown reason, the victim miraculously survived. However, under these circumstances, Dumbledore and his team still took no action against the suspect.
This also led to the birth of the third attacker, Marcus Flint, a promising young Wizard with a great future. It is foreseeable that Harry Potter seems to…
"This is… truly idiotic…" Harry laughed in exasperation, then quickly skimmed down to continue reading—
"Dumbledore possesses some kind of magic, the victim refused to leave Hogwarts for St. Mungos, Imperio?
It is worth mentioning that another Wizard of unknown origin also participated in school affairs, a Wizard with a cat's head…
He claimed this was an accident that occurred while learning Animagus, yet his name was not found on the Ministry of Magic's officially verifiable Animagus registration list… openly violating the law…
Forcing children to fight each other, promoting violence…
He appeared at the school last year… a Troll… once taken to the Ministry of Magic for trial…
Dumbledore used his vast network to let the criminal go free…
Seems related to a case two years ago…
…"
"Harry—Harry—??"
Draco waved his hand in front of Harry's eyes, looking at him as if he were an idiot: "What are you doing? Did you get so angry your brain broke?"
Saying that, he picked up a spoon, with a somewhat smug, lecturing tone: "It's not that I'm saying, your endurance—"
"No." Harry said blankly.
"Then what is it… you're not angry?" Draco was a little confused. He knew that whenever Mr. Jones was mentioned, Harry would become very serious.
"I'm not angry at all… because this woman is going to be miserable…" Harry said blankly.
Hermione was also startled and shrank her neck: "No way."
"No, I'm not kidding. Mr. Jones hates it most when people bring up his… this." Harry circled his hand around his head; his head felt a bit numb right now.
"But… isn't Mr. Jones very gentle and kind?" Hermione asked, puzzled.
"Actually, that's only towards us." Harry shook his head repeatedly.
"Gentle, only because we are children and he is an adult, we are students and he is a teacher. If these relationships disappear…"
Saying that, his gaze returned to the newspaper.
"She's finished… absolutely!"
Soon, the last week of classes came to an end, and Harry, Hermione, and Draco walked down the Castle corridor, watching their laughing classmates along the way.
"Where are we going?" Draco asked curiously. He was going home for the holidays, his father had strongly insisted, and he had to leave soon.
"To find Uncle Howl, and ask if we're taking the train home or using a special passage."
"There's a special passage?" Draco's jaw dropped. He didn't even have that kind of treatment himself. Hogwarts refused parental pick-ups and drop-offs, and not everyone could know Hogwarts's location.
When they reached the office, the door opened automatically, and they saw Howl putting on a brown woolen overcoat.
"Oh, what are you doing here?" Howl asked, puzzled.
"Uncle Howl, are you going out?" Harry asked curiously: "We wanted to ask if we're taking the train back or something else."
"Either is fine." Howl nodded casually: "But if you come with me, it'll be a bit later."
Saying that, Howl put on his hat.
"Are you going to…"
Howl held his hand on the brim of his hat and smiled: "Ah, it's nothing big, just… going to find a certain reporter."
The next moment, his figure disappeared.
Harry looked at Hermione and Draco, expressionless.
As if to say—I told you so.
Draco's face twitched slightly, and he said dryly: "That woman is finished…"
London, Diagon Alley.
Howl's figure suddenly appeared in the alley, his calves sinking into the snowdrift. He pulled his feet out and stomped, clearing away the snowflakes, then naturally stepped into the flow of people.
Then, he arrived opposite the Diagon Alley Coffeehouse—The Daily Prophet Headquarters!
"Sir, hello, please show your visitor's pass. Do you have an appointment or invitation letter today?"
Visitor's pass?
Howl felt around his body, then took out a golden ticket. This was a golden ticket he had randomly pulled out a few days ago during class because of excessive chocolate consumption.
"Invitation letter, name Willy Wonka." Howl nodded slightly.
His voice entered the other person's ears, and a hazy film covered their eyes. Then, they nodded and handed the golden ticket back: "Welcome, Mr. Wonka."
"No, keep it. If you have the chance, maybe you can exchange some candy with him." Howl smiled and turned to enter.
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