The last few days of March were quiet, and Alastor Moody's shopping work came to an end on a blustery morning.

At that time, a dozen owls dragged a huge package and landed in the hall, with messy feathers. Professor Moody asked several students to take these poor little guys to Madam Pomfrey for treatment.

"Long-distance raid!" Moody said, "There are not many people you can trust these days, so you can never be too cautious when it comes to safety."

"That despicable guy destroyed all my collections," he said in a rough voice, "I spent decades collecting it. The endoscope is incredibly effective and can monitor conspiracies within a kilometer radius. The only problem is that it is too sensitive, so I moved it to a remote place, otherwise it would keep barking..."

Professor Marchbank and old Vera also left the school on the same day. Professor Marchbank brought a report provided by Felix. According to her, it is not easy to get the Ministry of Magic to recognize a new profession. "They will bring up a lot of irrelevant issues, such as the salary of the new department." She complained loudly, "They always get entangled in irrelevant things, but I will try my best to make this happen!"

"Are you coming here during the Easter holidays?" She looked at Felix and got the reply of April 17, "The day after Easter? I'll remember and arrange the meeting during that time."

"What do I need to prepare?" Felix asked.

"Shut them up with indisputable facts!" Professor Marchbank shook his hand vigorously.

Before leaving, Old Vera invited him to visit the Ancient Magic Society during the summer vacation. Felix agreed, but he did not join the society. He needed to see "more positive" changes, or unless he planned to compete for the title of president of the Ancient Magic Society.

April came just like that.

The plants in the school turned green quietly, and the climate became suitable. In addition to the change in weather, professors of different subjects began to review. After assigning a large amount of homework, students complained and even formed a strange atmosphere of comparison.

"I studied until twelve last night." A fifth-year student said in the lounge, "Finish that damn History of Magic paper!"

"But he will be free in three months, right?" Ron said sadly, while comparing the two answers, he was also worried about the History of Magic paper, "First it was goblins, then vampires, and now it's centaurs... What's wrong with Professor Binns? Is the ghost cake in classroom 7 not to your taste?"

"These are all knowledge that must be mastered." Hermione said, while flipping through today's newspaper.

"I know, but I don't care at all about what the centaur leader said when he refused to accept the title of 'human', and the significance of the Centaur Liaison Office. My dad said that this department has never been really used, and no Centaur has ever really walked in there!" Ron kept muttering, his resentment was visible to the naked eye, and his voice was getting louder and louder. "This has become a public joke. If you don't like someone, pray that he is sent to the Centaur Liaison Office, because he will be fired soon - Harry, what is this word?" Harry

, who was doing his Divination homework, leaned over and stared at his homework. After looking at it for a long time, he said uncertainly: "Howl?"

"It's a banshee," Hermione said calmly, holding a big book. "Centaurs have grudges against banshees and vampires. They have clashed in history. This is one of the reasons why they refuse to share the title of 'human'."

Ron didn't listen at all. He imitated Harry's handwriting, scribbled a pattern, and finally measured the length and ended with a short poem. "Mission accomplished." He said happily.

Hermione glanced at it and said sarcastically, "Whose poem is this?"

"I wrote it myself." Ron closed the paper decisively.

"You are really good at breaking a long sentence into seven or eight paragraphs." Hermione said. Ron smiled and stuffed the paper into his schoolbag. "Actually, it's eight paragraphs... Is there any news? You've been reading for a long time."

"There are more and more discussions about ancient magic runes," Hermione said, "It's like a hurricane. The magic rune cards are selling like hot cakes... Many people are waiting for the professor to publish a new book. They obviously know who is the source of change."

"We benefit from it, don't we?" Ron said with a smile. He was in a very good mood recently. Last week, the employees of the Future World Company came to give them a bonus of 80 gold galleons. According to Neville, he was smiling even in his dreams.

Hermione ignored him and looked at the newspaper by herself. "I always feel that someone is missing. It's really strange that she didn't express her opinion on this big event..."

"Who are you talking about?"

"Rita Skeeter." Hermione said.

"Isn't this just right? That annoying guy disappeared. Maybe someone hit him with a club." Ron guessed.

"She's writing a biography of Regulus." Harry looked up and said, "Or maybe she's hiding from the limelight."

"Oh..." Hermione said with a long tone, "That's clear now."

"What's wrong?"

"You don't know what's in her new book. To be honest, I wouldn't be surprised if she was captured by the You-Know-Who one day, but are you sure she still has the courage to do that?" She looked at Harry and asked.

"I don't know the reason." Harry shrugged, "But Sirius said she was very serious and showed him the manuscript every once in a while. Apart from that, she's not seen at all at other times..."

"How is Sirius' work? Is he adapting?" Hermione couldn't help asking, "I can't believe he can stay in a school for so long."

"He's quite adapting there," Harry said, "He said he has figured out a way to deal with students."

"He won't cast a Confusion Charm on the students, will he?" Ron asked. Harry didn't answer, and he couldn't rule out this possibility.

April 7th.

The Future World Company simultaneously released magic projectors and films. During the 60% discount promotion for new products, a total of only 120 gold galleons were needed. The price was not low, but it still attracted quite a lot of attention.

Especially combined with the news of the hottest competition at the moment, it set off the market as soon as its name appeared. 150 sets were sold in the first week, and this did not include orders from abroad. Although sales will definitely decrease and stabilize in the future, this is a good start.

What followed was the discussion about the warriors. The wizards seemed to have entered Easter in advance, and a large number of owls poured into the campus every day. Support posters of the warriors appeared in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade.

In this atmosphere, Rita Skeeter came out of a rental house opened by a Muggle.

She sorted out her manuscripts with a satisfied expression. Under great pressure, she performed at an unprecedented level. If this book is published, it will definitely set off the market.

And...

"My colleagues are not low in level either," she pondered. On the table was a press card with her photo and title - trainee reporter of The Times.

That's right, she disappeared from the wizarding world during this period, not because she hid away from home, but because she temporarily lost contact with the wizarding world.