Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 282, Section 280: The Summons of Wizengamo

Beauxbatons were quite pleased with the contents of the Daily Prophet, especially Fleur, who looked over with a smug expression. She didn't like Dudley, the man who made such outrageous remarks when the list of champions was released, and she certainly didn't like Harry either, even though he was the legendary "boy who survived." She didn't think he was anything special.

Durmstrang's students were furious, but Headmaster Karkaroff looked gloating. Viktor's expression was unreadable; he actually had a good impression of Dudley and Harry.

"Well written."

Compared to the indignant Hogwarts students, Dudley's expression was much calmer. He slowly finished reading the newspaper and lightly flicked it with his finger.

"His storytelling ability barely qualifies him as a third-rate novelist."

"How can you still sit still, Dudley!"

Hermione interrupted Dudley loudly, pouting and looking angry. That woman had not only gossiped about her, but also said a lot of bad things about Dudley, many of which were completely unfounded.

"If you get angry, won't that just let that woman get her way?"

He gently pinched Hermione's chubby cheeks, and she instantly broke down, blushing as she slapped Dudley hard.

It doesn't hurt or itch; it's even a little comfortable.

The young wizards around were amazed. Only Mr. Dursley dared to treat the "Angry Lioness of Gryffindor" like that; anyone else would have had their legs broken three times over.

"Are we just going to put up with this?"

"When have you ever seen me tolerate anything? I warned her, and I warned the Daily Prophet."

If this woman doesn't court disaster, then what reason is there to take down the Daily Prophet?

"I, Dudley Dursley, always pay my debts."

Dudley flashed a 'hearty' smile, revealing two rows of white teeth like those of a hydraulic press, which made the young wizards around him feel uneasy, especially the Slytherins who had suffered greatly before, all of whom shivered in unison.

The sharp-eyed Slytherin students even noticed that Harry, sitting to the side, subtly raised his glasses.

It's over, Daily Prophet. We're doomed!

This newspaper, containing false information about Dudley and Harry, unsurprisingly sold extremely well. Even wizards couldn't resist the temptation; gossip is a universal human trait. Everyone was curious about what kind of person the "Boy Who Lived" really was. As for Dudley, people only knew him as the inventor of Wizard Cards. Only a very small number of wizards knew that he was not only the famous Jerry Teacher but also a recipient of the Order of Merlin, First Class, and the youngest member of Wizengamot.

I was shocked after reading it. I didn't know the student circle was so chaotic.

Daily Prophet

As the culprit, Rita Skeeter, whose newspapers were selling like hotcakes, was in a great mood getting ready, trying to smooth out her wrinkles with foundation. She had an important date that night.

"Aren't you worried about getting yourself into trouble, Ms. Skeeter? I've heard Dursley is a very popular author, even more popular than that old conman Lockhart."

A portly man approached and said, "He is Barnabas Guffey, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet."

"I told you to call me Miss, I'm not married yet."

Rita Skeeter screamed, nearly shattering the fat editor's eardrums.

"Yes, yes, Miss Skeeter." Barnabas Guffy painstakingly picked at his ear.

Hearing Barnabas Goughfe's words, Rita Skeeter finally gave up and said in her characteristic tone, "Hmph, so what if he's more famous than Lockhart? He's just a lousy writer. I don't think he can compare to us when it comes to writing. I really don't know what he has to be so arrogant about. He'll know the consequences of offending the Daily Prophet and Mr. Goughfe. I think this question shouldn't be asked of me, but of you. You're the editor-in-chief of the newspaper, hmph."

"Me? What do I have to worry about?" Barnabas Goughfe shrugged. "My manuscript is based on the true information you gave me; we're just letting the facts speak for themselves."

In their view, so what if the other party got angry? Just like Rita Skeeter said, he's just a lousy writer who dared to give the Daily Prophet attitude. He deserved it. As for Dudley's threat, what storms hasn't the Daily Prophet weathered? They're still doing fine.

Suddenly, with a loud bang, the door to the news department was pushed open, and two male wizards in uniform walked in.

"Is Rita Skeeter here?"

Rita Skeeter looked at the two of them with a puzzled expression: "I am you."

"Magic Law Enforcement Team, you are now being charged with several crimes, including maliciously fabricating facts, infringing on portrait rights, and defamation. Many wizards have been harmed by your rumors, which have caused extremely negative impacts in the wizarding world. This is a summons from Wizengamor, and you are required to go to the Ministry of Magic to cooperate with the investigation." The two men flashed their Ministry of Magic identification at Rita Skeeter and presented her with a summons bearing an official seal.

In addition to the Auror offices, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement also has a Magical Law Enforcement Team, and the two men are strikers from that team.

Aurors are responsible for capturing dark wizards, while Strikemen are responsible for capturing wizard criminals; the two are similar to the relationship between SWAT teams and regular police.

"Wait, you can't arrest me! I'm a reporter for the Daily Prophet!"

Rita Skeeter shouted that she didn't want to leave with the two men.

"You're going to resist?" The two strikers immediately drew their wands and pointed them at Rita Skeeter.

While the Strikers were generally not as good as the Aurors, the Aurors were far inferior to them in terms of experience in fighting criminals. Rita Skeeter was treated as an enemy who intended to resist because she did not cooperate immediately.

"Legs stiffen and he dies!"

A spell struck Rita Skeeter, instantly stiffening her legs, and she collapsed to the ground.

"I'm going to sue you for using violence! I'm going to sue you! Just you wait, you'll lose your jobs because of this!"

Rita Skeeter, face down, cursed the two men like a madwoman, but they only glanced at her and added another curse.

"They'll all be petrified!"

Okay, now there's no need to shout anymore. It's not just his legs, but his whole body that's frozen in place.

As the two men carried Rita Skeeter away, a face made of milky white powder was imprinted on the ground—yes, it was Rita Skeeter's face.

"this"

It took Editor-in-Chief Barnabas Guffey a while to react, staring incredulously in the direction the group had gone.

Have the people at the Ministry of Magic gone mad? When did they get such audacity? They dared to seize the pen of the Daily Prophet. Aren't they afraid that tomorrow their room will be filled with roaring letters from angry wizards?

Barnabas Guffey was soon beaming with excitement. Wasn't this perfect? ​​Rita Skeeter had better not come back today; the newspapers would be selling like hotcakes again tomorrow.

He even had the title in mind—Ministry of Magic, Violent Enforcement!

(End of this chapter)