Hogwarts: A little lion in the skin of the Eagle School

This interview quickly made it onto the cover of the latest issue of The Quibbles on Monday, as well as the headlines of various weekly magazines.

As it turns out, Rita's approach was quite unconventional.

Even if you don't submit articles to the Daily Prophet, you can submit them to other media outlets in the industry, and they are happy to reprint them.

After all, such big news, even just riding the wave of popularity, can double sales.

Hermione flipped through that episode of "The Quibbler" with a rustling sound, her fingertips lingering on the candid shot of John's profile.

...This photo was really well chosen.

Oops, no, I'm getting off-topic.

Let's take a look at the content on "Singing the Dissent" first...

The person whose name cannot be mentioned is back!

The title was printed in bold on the yellowed paper, followed by text handwritten by Mr. Lovegood.

[Firsthand accounts and observations by Harry Potter and John Merrick!]

The truth behind the death of Barty Crouch, the former Director of the International Department of Magical Cooperation!

[The entire process of the mysterious man's resurrection!]

Who exactly are the mysterious man's servants?

[Plus, an exclusive interview with Merrick, who solved all the mysteries!]

This time, Mr. Lovegood did not use a completely different style to write.

Instead, it uses a near-narrative style to compile the contents of Harry and John's accounts into a logically rigorous and detailed transcript of their testimony.

It vividly recreates the conspiracy and truth that happened at Hogwarts last year.

John's name was mentioned repeatedly, almost on par with Harry's.

From a prodigy who hadn't yet taken sides in the public eye last year, he has now become a key figure in the fight against Voldemort.

This shift also increases the credibility of Voldemort's return.

Then, at the same time, renowned gossip journalist Rita gave a wide-ranging report.

The interview with John and Harry was recorded from an observer's perspective, and its content coincided with the content of the song "Singing a Different Song".

This immediately amplified the weight of the testimony, prompting many to condemn the Ministry of Magic and demand a clear and responsible official response.

The Ministry of Magic simply blocked all such reports.

However, this did not stop the truth from spreading; instead, it made the public believe even more that the Ministry of Magic was deliberately covering up the truth.

"Rita wrote quite well this time."

"She actually wrote the story from her usual voyeuristic perspective."

Just then, John came up to Hermione with a weekly magazine and said with a smile.

"Don't say that to Hagrid's face, or he'll poke you three times with that pink umbrella."

Hermione smiled without looking up.

"Hagrid isn't that petty."

John retorted, then moved closer to Hermione and continued to ask.

"I haven't read what's written on 'Singing a Different Tune' yet."

"Here, see for yourself."

Hermione smiled knowingly as she looked at the interview with John, then pushed the magazine towards John.

John's gaze fell on the magazine, on the section about his family and friends in his own interview.

John is woken up by me every morning for practice. I supervise him as he practices spells over and over again, which is why he has reached such a high level of spellcasting skill. Of course, he never admits it, and I don't mind.

— Ryan Gray.

John is particularly bad at humanities subjects. He relies on my notes to complete his assignments every day, otherwise he wouldn't even be able to write the paper for Divination class, and he needs my help to manipulate herbs in Herbalism class.

—Ethan Holder.

John is just a Muggle-born country bumpkin. The reason he's thriving in the wizarding world is entirely due to my support and care. Without me, he would only be struggling at the bottom.

—Titus Crow

ha?

John stared at the three lines of text above for a full five seconds.

No way, damn it, you guys don't even bother to think before you start talking, do you?

Although half of what Ethan said was true...

Titus's statement has some merit...

But you, Ryan, are always the last one to get up every day. How dare you say you're supervising my morning exercise?

Seeing John's horrified expression, Hermione finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She figured out what the three of them were up to.

In order to deliberately downplay John's personal abilities, everyone tried their best to take credit for themselves, so that everyone would think that way.

John's success was not due to talent or hard work, but rather to the support he received from the "benefactors" around him.

This diverted John's attention from his overly prominent position.

No wonder Luna said he had made some very good friends.

"No way, I have to go find those three and settle the score!"

John grew angrier the more he thought about it. "All the achievements I worked so hard to make, and you three took them all?"

But John had only taken a couple of steps when Hermione grabbed him and pulled him back.

"I support their approach this time, and no one is allowed to cause trouble."

Hermione put her arms around John's neck and pointed at his nose.

"Hermione, why are you siding with outsiders?"

"This is for your own good."

"cut..."

"Cut it again!"

Hermione grabbed John's face and started pulling it.

"Ouch! Hermione, let go! I'm not going!"

Seeing that John had given in, Hermione finally let go.

But as soon as he let go, John darted three meters away like a wild horse.

"Hey hey! You fell for it!"

After saying that, he disappeared in a flash.

Hermione watched John run away speechlessly, then smiled helplessly.

John is so smart, how could he not have seen through their little schemes?

He probably just wanted to get revenge after his attempt to show off failed.

Like a child.

......

"John Merrick?"

In a dark, secret room, a pale, thin figure slowly raised his eyelids, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes.

"Wormtail, aren't you too bored?"

"What I need now is a prophetic orb, not a dirty mud-blooded creature."

The insect's tail fell to its knees with a thud, its forehead pressed against the cold stone bricks.

"Yes, I'm sorry... Master..."

"I was just thinking, how dare he, a Mudblood, strut around so arrogantly on top of the purebloods, and even openly side with Dumbledore? He's practically provoking us!"

"And I'm worried that that mud-born will interfere with your plans in the future..."

However, before he could finish speaking, a red light flashed.

"Ughhhhhh!!"

Little Star, who was kneeling on the ground, immediately screamed in pain.

"interference?"

"Do you think I'd be influenced by a brat who's barely out of his skin?"

"Ugh... Master... calm down..." Little Star curled up, trembling and begging for mercy.

"Get out of here and bring Lukwood to see me!"

"...Yes, yes, as you command..."

Little Pettigrew was finally freed from the torment of the Crucifixion Curse and hurriedly scrambled out of the chamber.

The secret room fell silent again. Soon after, a tall, thin man dressed in a black robe slowly entered.

"Master, Lukwood greets you."

"Thank you for rescuing me from the despair of Azkaban..."

The tall, thin man knelt down as soon as he entered, bowing his head deeply until his forehead was almost touching the brick.

"Get up, Lukewood."

Finally, Voldemort's face was fully revealed from the darkness, pale as bone, with a sunken nose like a snake's tongue, and his scarlet eyes slowly contracting in the gloom.

At this moment, his attitude changed from when he was facing the insect tail, becoming unusually kind and elegant.

"Lukewood, how have you been resting these past two days?"

"Thanks to your grace, Master, I have almost fully recovered," Lukwood replied, bowing his head again, looking flattered.

"Very good, Lukwood, you used to work for the Department of Mysteries."

"You should know that place quite well, so now I need you to help me retrieve the prophecy orb that sealed away my prophecy with Harry Potter back then."

Voldemort assigned this task directly to Lukwood, who had just been released from prison two days prior, in a gentle yet authoritative tone.

Upon hearing the mission, Lukewood paused, not because the mission itself was particularly dangerous.

Rather, it's because...

"But Master... each prophecy orb stored in the Department of Mysteries is enchanted with a defensive spell."

"Only those mentioned in the prophecy can touch it; otherwise, they will be harmed by the protective spell of the prophecy orb and driven mad."

"In other words, besides you, only Harry Potter can touch that prophecy orb..."