A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts
Chapter 605: Message Spread - (2)

Moody's magical eye stared at the new girl, Felix, with a sinister smile and said, "You learn fast, Collins. I hope it's not just talk." Collins Flee shrank her neck, no longer speaking, Professor Moody was still intimidating. Frank Longbottom flashed a friendly smile at her.

That evening, there was a grand celebration within the Ministry of Magic.

The news of Voldemort's downfall also spread in a discreet manner. That evening, owls carried this weighty news into thousands of wizarding homes. Urgent letters took flight as dusk approached, becoming part of the festive celebrations scattered across the British sky in the following days.

In Dorset, outside the Ottery St. Catchpole village, the Digory family was having dinner.

A soulful female voice on the magical radio sang a ballad. The song neared its end, and after a satisfying meal, Mr. Digory picked up the conversation.

"Your girlfriend, Autumn, her parents also work in the Ministry. I mean, if you're not interested in dealing with magical creatures, you can try there, get to know the situation first."

"Oh, Dad, we've talked about this many times," Cedric grumbled.

"But things have changed, Ced. You need to realize that the Ministry is no longer a dangerous place. It's safe now, a place for good kids to go," Mr. Digory said, gesturing towards the radio. Mrs. Digory shot her husband a glance, and he shrugged, "Well, let's change the subject—talk about that yearbook. What do they call you, the puppeteer... is it some kind of nickname?"

"It's the name I chose for my future work," Cedric protested somewhat discontentedly.

"Interesting, Cedric. You've discovered a hidden quality in the Digory family—humor..." Mr. Digory couldn't continue because Mrs. Digory was grinding his toes forcefully, "Uh—do you need me to accompany you?"

"I'm going with Autumn," Cedric whispered.

"Well, that's not fair—uh, I mean, that's good. At least I don't have to worry about the Digory family's legacy ending," Mr. Digory said, pointing at the radio, "These days, countless pure-blood families have been summoned for questioning. Their population wasn't thriving to begin with, and now..."

"Next is the news segment. Celebrations have spontaneously erupted nationwide. On behalf of the Ministry staff, this program reminds everyone to maintain confidentiality. If you can change your fireworks to late-night displays and leave quickly before Muggles notice anything unusual, the staff would greatly appreciate it, or else you might receive a fine of thirty Galleons..."

The same voice echoed in a humble dwelling not far away.

"Are many people getting into trouble?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, the workload at the Ministry has multiplied overnight," Mr. Weasley said wearily, pinching his nose, "People tend to forget when they get excited, throwing newspapers they've read and half-eaten snacks everywhere. In Cornwall, some Muggles camping in the wild accidentally found a half-empty bottle of a drink that can make people float... anyway, everyone's overwhelmed."

"Tell us some good news," Mrs. Weasley said sternly, "Your dad has been working overtime these days."

Fred and George exchanged glances.

"We've opened a new shop in Diagon Alley," Fred whispered. Mrs. Weasley put her hands on her hips and stared at the brothers for a while before reluctantly saying, "Well, if you must... can't you wait until your grades come out?"

Fred and George shrugged.

"Mom, time waits for no one. The audience for Hogwarts is still too small. Our Dark Lord series products have great potential!" Fred said.

"Yeah, we're planning a 'Remembrance Festival' with some products that can bring a hearty laugh to soothe the souls wounded in the battles." George's voice lowered as Mrs. Weasley's face quickly darkened, but he still said the most important thing in a hushed tone, "So, we plan to move out for a while."

"Boom!"

A large pot of smoked meat slammed onto the table.

The children at the table all leaned back simultaneously, and Mr. Weasley put on his glasses, saying gently, "Molly, the kids have grown up. They have their own lives."

"I know, I just..." Mrs. Weasley started sobbing, and Mr. Weasley quickly jumped up to hug her. But she became more agitated, "The family is getting smaller every year. I was sad when Bill and Charlie left, and Percy doesn't come back often lately. Now even Fred and George are leaving..."

Fred and George, mentioned by name, squirmed in their chairs, as if sitting on poorly transfigured thorned cushions.

Fred hastily explained, "Mom, we'll still come back to live. It's just that we've been busy lately..." He desperately signaled to Ron and Ginny, but the two were giving them hostile looks, not helpful at all!

He decided to stir the pot, "If you feel there are too few people—Mom, there's something you should know. Ginny has a boyfriend—"

"Ah!" Ginny screamed.

"—It's Harry," George finally found a chance to complete the sentence.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley stood still like wooden statues for a while, then turned their heads stiffly to look at Fred and George. "If this is a joke, if it's your prank, I swear..." Mrs. Weasley stammered.

"It absolutely isn't," Fred said seriously.

So everyone's gaze turned to Ginny. Her face immediately turned as red as her hair, she screamed and quickly ran away.

The room fell silent, with only the radio dutifully reporting the news by the kitchen sink.

"—The Ministry has not disclosed more information. Currently, it is only known that Albus Dumbledore and Felix Harp are suspected to be related to the sudden downfall of the mysterious figure. Many speculate that the two most powerful wizards of the time joined forces to deliver a fatal blow to the mysterious person. However, the portrait of Mr. Harp hanging in St. Mungo's denies this, admitting he only did some auxiliary work..."

"Harry also participated," Ron said, breaking the silence in the kitchen. "Does anyone want to hear me say it again? I mean, to some extent, I'm also one of the eyewitnesses. If journalists want to record this history in the future, they can't bypass me..."

At this moment, the two mentioned in the conversation—Felix was visiting his Muggle friends Jim and Rebecca, while Harry was lazily having dinner with the Dursley family. The emotionless news report on the television and the sultry July air made the already boring dinner even more tedious.

"—Recently, the dangerous criminal Tom Riddle has been arrested and will face trial. There is no need for panic among the public; he will receive a fair trial under the law..."

Harry lifted his head with a sudden "whoosh."

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