The events in the Great Hall last night earned everyone's tears. Sensitive students were enthusiastically discussing the legendary hero's experiences. Whether it was breakfast, lunch, or between classes, they were almost all talking about Peter Pettigrew's story.
The lone hero who seeks out the enemy alone is always an object of admiration for young people. Knowing that they cannot be defeated, they stubbornly and bravely step forward. The tragic color brought about by the final failure makes the students feel a mixture of sympathy and admiration for him.
"He has a nasty smell about him," Luna muttered softly at the table, shaking her head slightly, but no student noticed her.
There was even a craze among the students to learn to become Animagus. Just think, how cool would it be to be able to transform into an animal at any time? Of course, this trend was quickly suppressed by Professor McGonagall, who even spent a class period telling everyone about the serious consequences of failing to transform. If you want to learn to become an Animagus, you must have determination, perseverance, and a little talent to succeed.
Peter Pettigrew also went to the Ministry of Magic because of Animagus. Even if he is a returning hero, he cannot be treated specially. So in the Misuse of Magic Office of the Ministry of Magic, he registered information about his Animagus form.
Even Professor McGonagall was sought after for interviews by many people, as if Animagus had also transformed into a novel thing.
Many newspapers and magazines requested to interview Peter Pettigrew. They hoped to get first-hand information. Almost all the news these days has been bad news. Editors and the public urgently need good news to end the gloomy atmosphere that has permeated society in recent days.
Peter Pettigrew's return was like sending charcoal in the snow, making them swarm like cats smelling fish. What was abnormal was that the special reporter from the Daily Prophet did not appear.
As the newspaper with the largest circulation in the British (wizarding world), this was really too abnormal.
Colleagues are enemies, and this sentence is true. The reporters present were all rejoicing. They were all very afraid of Rita Skeeter's interview "skills". When interviewing the same person, she would always get reports different from everyone else. She always dug up very deep news, which made ordinary reporters very sad and they were always scolded by their editors.
But she didn't show up today. The Daily Prophet didn't even send a reporter, which was really puzzling.
Unsurprisingly, the next day, the Daily Prophet's sales became very low. They only mentioned such an exciting event in the corner of the newspaper.
And very objectively,
touching on it and stopping.
Compared to the extensive publicity of other magazines, it was even worse.
People don't want to delve into why. Perhaps the organizer took the wrong medicine and wanted the newspaper to close down quickly.
You don't even promote heroes, what else do you want to do?
This was just a small episode. The students of Hogwarts didn't care about it. What they cared about was their own grand event—the Quidditch Cup. Now the schedule was almost halfway through, and the scores of several colleges were very close. If Slytherin and Ravenclaw hadn't lost so badly in that game, they should be firmly in first place now.
But now the rankings are not so obvious. If you are not careful, the ranking may change at any time.
With the Firebolt, Harry was like a godsend. His teammates were also greatly encouraged by this and performed exceptionally well, reversing the decline and winning consecutive victories, and suddenly jumped to the current first place.
But this is only temporary, because other colleges have not finished all their matches. Slytherin and Hufflepuff will have a match soon. As long as Slytherin doesn't get a certain score in that match, they will be the champions.
"Then they have to lead Hufflepuff's team by three hundred points. They have to get one hundred and fifty points first, and then let their Seeker catch the Golden Snitch. Is that possible?" Wood confidently talked eloquently.
"Look, not even one Slytherin student has come to watch this game. They have already accepted their failure," Wood said somewhat smugly, feeling that he was already certain of victory.
In the Gryffindor common room, some were leaning back on the soft and comfortable sofas, and some were playing chess on the table, enjoying a long-lost leisure time. They had spent a lot of energy training these days, and it was time to taste the fruits of victory. They had just finished a battle and seemed to be familiar with it.
"I miss Hagrid," Harry said suddenly, out of nowhere, when everyone was happy.
"Me too," Ron, who had just been excited about their victory, also became depressed. He couldn't accept that the mistake he made was so serious that Hagrid had to be taken away for investigation for so long.
"He would be very happy if he knew our current situation," Harry said.
"Yeah, he hasn't seen this Firebolt yet. When he comes back, we must let him take a good look at this world-class broom," Ron said hopefully. He knew that Hagrid was also a fanatical Quidditch fan.
"Hermione, what are you doing?" Ron suddenly leaned over and asked, looking at Hermione who was writing furiously at the small table.
"Nothing," Hermione said, closing the book she was reading when she felt Ron peeking.
"Harry, congratulations in advance," Hermione said cheerfully instead.
"Thank you," Harry nodded, then asked Hermione, "Can you tell me about Hagrid's situation? What exactly happened to him? We are all very worried."
Hermione shook her head helplessly and said, "I have searched through all similar cases. In the worst case, magical creature breeders have never been detained for so long, and the magical creatures themselves are rarely dealt with."
She glanced at Ron and continued, "Also, Ron, you certainly wouldn't be unrelenting towards Hagrid, would you? The few cases that were seriously dealt with were due to the victims' demands that led to different verdicts."
"I harmed him, how could I do that?" Ron immediately denied.
"Of course I know what you're thinking, so that's even stranger," Hermione frowned painfully, completely unable to find a clue.
"Perhaps we should trust Dumbledore?" she said, relieved, "The Headmaster wouldn't lie to us. He said Hagrid is doing very well now."
"Maybe he's doing it for our own good? So we don't get distracted," Harry said, deeply understanding this point. Concealment was for their sake.
"I'm going crazy, who can tell us what to do?" Ron said, frustrated, clutching his not-so-long hair, looking very distressed.
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