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Answer to Chapter 318
The very next morning, a newspaper article titled "Spending a fortune for a male confidant?! A detailed account of someone's rich romantic history at Hogwarts!" shocked the entire wizarding world.
Gella's premonition came true, but unfortunately... the victim was Thea.
"This is... Rita Skeeter II?"
On the sofa, Gella glared at the newspaper in front of her, her eyes blazing with fury. She wanted nothing more than to tear the newspaper to shreds, but she had to swallow her anger in order to find out the author of the article.
The poor newspaper was turned over and over, examined carefully for a long time, and Gellar, expressionless, came to a conclusion:
"It's either Rita Skeeter's doing, or it's her second generation."
Congratulations, you got half of it right!
Thea's cheerful voice came down the stairs. Gella looked up and saw Thea coming down with a stack of letters.
“Rita Skeeter started bombarding me with letters at six o’clock; this whole stack of letters is her masterpiece.”
Thea casually tossed the stack of letters onto the table, while Gella began to peruse them with interest.
Skipping over the long passages of pleas for mercy, the rest of the content is basically Skeeter's desperate attempt to survive, denouncing his colleagues.
"A strong will to survive."
Gella gave a dry, unambiguous comment.
"Thea, do you have any clue?"
"I can't think of anyone else who could write such a distorted article besides Rita Skeeter."
"I haven't paid attention to these things either,"
Thea's nonchalant attitude gave Gella a real headache.
"Come on, this involves you, Draco, Theodore, Zabini, and even Potter and Cedric!"
"This concerns your reputation, you should at least care about it!"
"Can……"
"But don't I have you?"
Thea's eyes were full of sincerity.
call out!
It felt as if a beautiful knife had struck him right between the eyebrows. Gella choked, unable to utter a word for a long time.
Upon seeing this, Thea immediately ran away.
She has other things to do, so she can leave this kind of "rumored" information to Gella, since she's free anyway!
West Slave Owner Ya briefly came online.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
While Gella was diligently searching for the author of this unknown article, the Saviors Trio, who were more than twenty kilometers away, also heard the article on the radio.
"...Today, we are going to expose the true face of a once-renowned genius wizard—Dorothea Black!"
"puff!"
Ron never expected that there would still be such a hothead who would dare to openly proclaim Blake's "true colors" on the radio.
Will he/she be assassinated any second now?!
With a mix of trepidation and excitement, Ron wished he could press himself against the small radio, hoping to encourage the "hero" in the process.
"Help!"
Hermione was surprised that her friend could be so slow to react. Had he even considered the possibility that the radio was just broadcasting an article from a newspaper?
Instead of a real person giving a speech in the background.
Thinking this, Hermione shook her head and walked over, intending to enlighten this fool.
Before she could speak, a sudden sentence from the broadcast left her frozen in place.
"Just yesterday, while we were enjoying afternoon tea at home, at 13:28 PM! At this ordinary time, a reliable person witnessed a murder!"
"A group of ruthless dark wizards have attacked a group of junior wizards! They even used forbidden spells like the Killing Curse!"
Even Harry, who was at the door and had heard the commotion, was stunned by these words.
He instinctively rushed over, his face full of deep anger.
Hermione and Ron also looked grim. No matter what, not harming children is the bottom line!
These Death Eaters... they're truly beasts!
In the silence, only the radio continued its diligent broadcast:
"...The battle continued until around 14:30 PM, because the Death Eaters arrived late."
Harry: "???"
Ron: "???"
Hermione: "?!!"
"That's right! The Death Eaters were the reinforcements who came later!"
"This was witnessed by a reliable person, who even has photographic evidence!"
"That's why we were able to know the exact time those young wizards were admitted to the hospital:"
"14:42!"
At 14:42, St. Mungo's took over a group of over sixty teenagers with an average age of 17!!!
There were about 60 people in total, with an average age of 18, and they were related to Death Eaters...
Why don't you just say the name of Hogwarts Slytherin House?
"They were hospitalized? And they encountered... a dark wizard?"
Ron asked hesitantly. Although he loathed Slytherin, they had been classmates and were only 17 years old...
Without realizing it, Ron had become accustomed to seeing himself as an adult, and those kids with an average age of only 17 were nothing more than hothouse flowers in his eyes.
Although it's grown a bit crooked, it's not beyond redemption, is it?
That should be the case.
Hermione remained calm, but inwardly she wondered what the purpose of this article was.
To whitewash the Death Eaters?
Just because they saved a group of "young wizards who were only 17 years old"?
Hermione gave a mocking look and continued listening.
"Now!"
The broadcast suddenly became louder, startling the group.
"The most exciting part is coming!"
"At 14:45 PM, someone witnessed the famous Death Eater Barty Jr. reporting to Black near Gringotts, with the surrounding Death Eaters looking grave!"
"At 14:48 PM, all the goblins of Gringotts witnessed and heard Black's extremely arrogant declaration of surrender!!!"
Buying a life?
Whose life are you buying?!
Harry looked up in bewilderment, his eyes meeting those of the other two who were equally bewildered.
At this moment, the voice on the loudspeaker changed to a passionate female voice:
"Ten thousand Galleons, I want to buy the lives of those dark wizards!"
The air suddenly became quiet, and the broadcast, as if understanding the beauty of silence, also quieted down, giving everyone time to come to their senses.
After a long pause, Ron broke the silence with trembling hands.
“One…ten thousand Galleons…I’ve never seen so much money in my life…”
Harry and Hermione stopped mocking Ron's lack of knowledge, after all, they didn't have the audacity to "spend money like water."
Suddenly, Hermione shuddered.
She walked quickly to the loudspeaker, pressed a few buttons, and the broadcast started playing from the beginning.
I don't know where she found a piece of paper and a pen, but she started writing quickly.
She would occasionally fast-forward or pause the broadcast, and after she had listened to it all, a complete timeline appeared on the paper.
Harry was a little curious, and when he went closer to take a look, he was stunned.
Among the numerous time markers, only two points were highlighted in red:
"14:45"
"14:48"
"This is the time it takes for Blake to receive the information and react."
Hermione's expression was strange, as if several bottles of ink called admiration, fear, and dismay had been spilled and mixed into some kind of complex expression.
"In this routine test, which was supposed to be the successor to Voldemort, she wrote down the answer in just three minutes."
"Although we don't know the standard for whether the answer is right or wrong, putting ourselves in their shoes..."
Hermione's expression suddenly turned serious, but Harry and Meghan could see the sadness in her eyes.
"Can we really write this answer in three minutes?"
"The exorbitant cost proved Black and even Voldemort's seriousness about this matter, and the idea of 'buying lives from fairies' perfectly avoided the Death Eaters' manpower shortage..."
"This answer is perfect."