If it were just her alone, her mother might indeed be targeted.
But now it was the entire Ravenclaw House; targeting? Targeting all Ravenclaw graduates?
Then the fun would be huge; the Ministry of Magic could just close down on the spot.
"Mm-hmm, my dad also said the Auror department received information, seemingly asking them to pay more attention to Hogwarts."
"Nominally it's to guard against Sirius Black, but everyone knows the actual intent."
Penelope sat next to Maranhao, flipping through the letter in her hand. "A senior who graduated last year and works at The Daily Prophet told me that Umbridge contacted Rita Skeeter; it's very likely a report will come out tomorrow."
"Tsk," a sixth-year senior girl sitting opposite them frowned deeply. "They're going to slander us and Miss Granger."
"How so?"
Hermione looked at the others present with some confusion, not quite understanding why mentioning Rita Skeeter meant slander.
"Hermione, you're from the Muggle World so you don't know; Rita Skeeter is a notorious character."
Penelope wrinkled her nose as she spoke. "Her articles never care whether there's a factual basis—she catches at shadows, slanders, and spreads rumors."
"But there are still many people in the Wizarding World who like her articles."
"You two don't look at The Daily Prophet tomorrow."
Maranhao reached out and rubbed the hair of both Lynn and Hermione. "Don't let it affect your mood."
"It's fine," Hermione waved her hand nonchalantly. "Let her say what she wants, I don't care anyway; it's not like I lose anything if she insults me."
"Not bad, quite a good mindset; you're indeed suited for the Ministry of Magic."
Marietta nodded approvingly.
As the female Prefect, Penelope spent the entire dinner time eating while tallying the replies from everyone in Ravenclaw.
Once she finished the last bite of ice cream, she shook the spoon in her hand with a smile.
"Good news; given Lynn's performance over the past two years, and the fact that everyone's parents trust them quite a bit..."
"Many Ravenclaw seniors and parents in the research industry have temporarily withheld their latest patents and are not cooperating with Pure-blood families or the Ministry of Magic."
"As for the previous ones, there's room to maneuver."
Penelope winked at Hermione as she spoke, and Hermione understood instantly.
"Tomorrow's The Daily Prophet?"
"Exactly," Penelope snapped her fingers. "As long as Rita Skeeter really says something she shouldn't tomorrow."
"Then, from the perspective of protecting our Ravenclaw students, at least eighty percent of the research and patent licensing in the Wizarding World will be cut off."
"I will pay for the financial losses caused to everyone."
Lynn, who had finished eating, suddenly chimed in, reaching out to place her money bag and black card on the long table.
"You're quite generous," Maranhao said, poking her forehead between laughter and tears. "This is a collective action by all Ravenclaws in the British Wizarding World; how could we let you foot the bill? Or do you not acknowledge us?"
"I didn't mean that, it's just that you shouldn't have to pay..."
Before she could finish, Marietta stuffed the money bag and black card back into Lynn's wizard robe pocket. "There's no'should' or'shouldn't'; Ravenclaw is a whole. What you want to do is what we want to do. It's only right for everyone to work together and contribute together."
"Alright..." Lynn pursed her lips, no longer dwelling on it.
The Eagles in the Great Hall stood up laughing and talking, walking towards the Great Hall doors; behind them, many Slytherin Young Wizards were looking at them with gloating expressions, holding letters sent from home.
Let's see if these guys can still be this happy tomorrow morning.
Sitting at her desk looking at her Potion Class textbook, Lynn waited until Hermione and the two seniors had all fallen asleep before standing up.
Opening the window expressionlessly, five metal spheres instantly darted out from her wizard robe pocket.
Her gaze was half-dead and half-cold as she looked at the night sky; Lynn felt no fluctuation in her heart, and there was only one thought in her mind.
She hadn't expected that having just succeeded in the transformation yesterday, she might be able to use them tomorrow.
Closing the window and going back to bed to lie down, Lynn closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep; the metal spheres she had released, imbued with tracking magic, were rapidly approaching the location of The Daily Prophet in the night wind.
The next morning, after Lynn had almost finished her breakfast, Hermione and most of the Hogwarts Young Wizards also entered the Great Hall.
"Good morning."
Hermione greeted Lynn and sat down beside her.
Since she had already sat at the Ravenclaw Table twice before, there was nothing wrong with continuing to sit there.
"Good morning, Hermione."
Lynn replied in a flat voice, though the stiffness was much less than before.
"Good morning." Maranhao and Marietta also walked in, and after greeting the two juniors, they sat down beside them.
Penelope followed closely behind; after sitting down, her eyes frequently glanced towards the Great Hall windows.
"Just waiting for today's The Daily Prophet."
Hermione also nodded with a smile. "I'm actually looking forward to what that reporter can slander me with."
But she'd better not involve Lynn... otherwise, Hermione's hand holding the fork tightened hard, making the fork creak.
Lynn's eyes flickered as she listened to Hermione; it was an obvious fact that the reporter would slander Hermione, herself, and everyone in Ravenclaw—one didn't even need to think to know.
And they indeed needed this opportunity to give the vast number of Ravenclaws in the British Wizarding World a legitimate reason to take action against the Pure-blood families and the Ministry of Magic.
This was a collective decision; a bit of scolding and slander was fine as long as there were gains.
But at the thought of Hermione being scolded and slandered, and everyone in Ravenclaw being scolded and slandered.
Lynn's brain tightened hard; just this once, she thought, stroking her wand in her hand.
After today, the entire British Wizarding World—no, the entire Wizarding World—would know that improper remarks targeting Hermione and everyone else would happen just this once.
Cold thoughts flowed through her mind as the five metal spheres flashed with red light in the sky, floating unnoticed and surrounding the place where The Daily Prophet was located.
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