"Little Hangleton Butcher? Was it an attack by a dark wizard, or was it the uncontrollable evil spirit?"
The words in the photo look like sticky blood plasma hanging on the wall and flowing on newspapers, which adds a bloody and weird atmosphere and makes the protagonist in the photo look more like an evil and cunning person.
Just like the title that seems objective but is actually very targeted, the content of the report also seems objective but is actually very biased.
"I hope Mr. Potter can actively cooperate with the Ministry of Magic to find out the truth of this matter, instead of relying on his status and the authority of Professor Dumbledore to cover up the matter vaguely."
"What the wizarding world needs is order, not a few powerful wizards indulging themselves and manipulating wizards at will."
Both his words and his implicit suggestion were that this might not be a "dark wizard kidnapping case" and that Mr. Potter was unwilling to cooperate with the Ministry of Magic's investigation.
Although this is indeed the case.
"How did they get the photos?" Hermione opened the Daily Prophet, frowning, puzzled.
This is what she is most concerned about.
Having photographic evidence and not having photographic evidence are two different things.
"Fake." Harry said calmly.
Hermione was stunned.
The other young wizards who were whispering and discussing in low voices in the common room also gathered around.
Harry explained, "I cast a weather spell last night and the ground was muddy, but the ground in the photo is just splashed with water."
“And height.”
"I'm 5 4/5 feet tall now, and the guy in the photo is only 5 7/10 feet tall, which is shorter than me."
The little wizards looked at him with something strange in their eyes.
etc……
Here are the photos!
How can you tell his height from the photo?
Hermione nodded in agreement, "Indeed, the Hogwarts school emblem is the same size on the robes of all students, regardless of their age. If we use it as a reference for calculations..."
She waved her wand and the quill wrote a long string of numbers on the parchment, eventually coming up with a number accurate to four decimal places, starting with "173", which was nearly one and a half inches shorter than Harry.
The little wizards felt a headache when they saw this.
Are they really proper wizards?
How could a wizard solve a problem in this way?
"The blood on the ground is also weird," Harry continued. "Based on my experience, human blood is not this sticky. It feels like syrup mixed with a different color and spilled."
The little wizards had complicated looks in their eyes.
experience……
I always think this word is amazing.
"The most important thing is the body on the ground." Harry pointed at the body parts scattered on the ground. "I didn't cut them into pieces. Most of them were fatal with one cut. Even if I cut twice, I was aiming for the fatal part."
"How could they possibly chop them up like a house elf would cook them."
At this point, Harry paused. "They just copied a similar scene based on their impression of what they saw last night and used it as the front page of the newspaper."
"So what the newspaper said is true?" Seamus' voice trembled a little.
Harry did not answer him, but asked in return: "Do you believe the Ministry of Magic, or do you believe me?"
One is the Ministry of Magic, which is far away and seems a little unreliable.
One is right in front of him, the heir of Gryffindor, the little lion king of the Lion House.
"Of course I believe you." Before Simo had time to think, his body and subconsciousness controlled his mouth and made him speak out what was in his heart.
"We believe you too! Harry!" shouted the little third-grade wizard.
The same goes for senior students.
"Luckily we persuaded mom not to work at the Ministry of Magic." George was still terrified. "If we had worked with a bunch of idiots, we would have turned into Sirius Black."
Fred chuckled along.
"Who wrote this article?" Neville read it over and over again. "Skeeter...Skeeter doesn't have the guts to do this?"
He still remembered what Harry had said to him last night - Skeeter was following Harry's orders.
Hermione also flipped through it, but the one in her hand did not have the signature of the editor of the report.
Some people firmly believed that Rita Skeeter was definitely brave enough to do this - she even dared to scold Professor Dumbledore and even produced reports from the Quidditch World Cup as evidence.
Some people think that Rita Skeeter would never do such a thing. Since the Quidditch World Cup, she has never scolded Harry again. She has always tried her best to avoid mentioning him, and occasionally she only says good things about him.
They were just opponents, and they thought Skeeter did that for the sake of Hogwarts.
They quarrelled fiercely.
Until an owl flew over. It was the newspaper owl raised by the Daily Prophet. It didn't drop a newspaper towards Harry, but a letter.
On the envelope, it was addressed, "To Mr. Harry Potter, Yours faithfully, Rita Skeeter."
The font reveals a strong sense of "flattery".
Harry opened the letter.
The content of the letter was short, a letter of assurance from Rita Skeeter, assuring Harry that she had not written the headline in the Daily Prophet.
And she had tried to stop it, but that was an order from Fudge, and even she couldn't stop it.
"Barnabas Guffey?" Harry let the name slip.
The other little wizards were stunned.
"What's wrong with him?" George removed his hand from Jordan Lee's butt, along with a dozen fireworks.
"He wrote this article." Harry shook the letter in his hand.
Fred raised his hands high. "I know him. Guffey is the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet. He trained Rita Skeeter and discovered Lockhart."
"He really has the style of making trouble out of nothing." Harry sighed softly.
He put the letter aside.
Hermione picked it up and read it carefully, trying to find some useful information from this short article of less than two hundred words.
The last few days of the school year.
The whole school was shrouded in a strange atmosphere.
Gryffindor was Harry's most loyal supporter. They believed in Harry and scoffed at the contents of the Daily Prophet. The Hufflepuffs' attitude was a little confused at first.
But after Cedric talked to Harry, he chose to believe Harry.
The badgers believed in Cedric.
The Ravenclaws were wavering in their attitudes, and they were more inclined to believe Harry - after all, they had been classmates for four years, and Harry had never disguised himself or pretended to be a well-mannered and gentle "fake gentleman".
His sharp tongue is comparable to that of Professor Snape.
But they also supported the view of the Daily Prophet. After all, the Ministry of Magic's attitude was just to hope that Mr. Potter could cooperate with the investigation rather than label him a "criminal."
Fudge's brain in magic and knowledge might not be enough.
But he does have some skills in playing office tricks, and he can accurately jump between the range of teasing and not completely teasing.
Rita Skeeter wrote several rebuttal articles for Harry.
Unfortunately, it is only in the most inconspicuous corner of the Daily Prophet.
The Slytherins did not miss this opportunity to spread the word about Potter's "evil", although in some ways they admired the "Potter" described by Fudge.
But Gryffindors are Gryffindors.
The last three days.
The atmosphere that the professors had worked so hard to maintain for an entire academic year finally collapsed.
Students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons witnessed the truest side of Hogwarts - a fight between Slytherin and Gryffindor.
There are several shows every day.
On the Quidditch pitch, by the Black Lake, in the courtyard...
Even beside the carriage at Beauxbatons and on the sunken ship at Durmstrang.
Professor McGonagall was very curious about how these little wizards managed to do this.
Hagrid's complexion gradually improved.
Not only because the school year was coming to an end and he had to ask Professor Granger and Professor Potter for their language classes, but more because he had successfully published his first paper, the first chapter of "Fantastic Beasts".
"On how to crossbreed two species of magical creatures."
And, the most crucial author’s signature: “The new generation of Master of Magical Creatures, Professor of Care of Magical Creatures at Hogwarts, Rubeus Hagrid!”
Hagrid had no trouble being recognized as the "Master of Fantastic Beasts."
At the beginning, the editors of "Fantastic Beasts" were somewhat prejudiced - they could see at a glance that Hagrid had giant ancestry, and wizards were always inevitably prejudiced and discriminated against sub-human races.
But when they came to experience Hagrid's class in person.
It was amazing to see him tame the Thestrals like good children, spreading their wings and introducing them in detail to gain the goodwill of the unicorns. He lifted up their hooves, pressed down their heads, and introduced the hoof prints and horn textures to the students.
Can even communicate well with the Centaur tribe.
They immediately eliminated all objections.
If someone who can achieve this level is not qualified to be called a "Master of Fantastic Beasts", who else can be called that?
Even Scamander would find it difficult to do so.
In the author's column, Hagrid hesitated again and again, but still could not escape his "half-giant" ancestry and displayed it openly in the author introduction.
Just like Harry said.
As long as he performs well enough, no one will care about these trivial things.
Hegrid excitedly took the magazine and went to confess his love to Ms. Maxime again - as expected, he was rejected again.
Only this time, the result was slightly better, and Hagrid was not completely rejected.
Ms. Maxim’s response to him was that she still knew too little about them this year and hoped to have a chance to get to know them better as they were still young.
Although they are all in their sixties or seventies, considering the age of the half-giants, they are still in their youth.
The school year dinner kicked off with a fight between Gryffindors and Slytherins.
The students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang did not leave, they also joined in.
This also seems to be the closing dinner of the "Triwizard Tournament".
Madam Maxime and Umbridge were also there, but the only two people missing were Ludo Bagman and Durmstrang's headmaster Karkaroff.
The two of them disappeared completely.