"Of course!" Mrs. Weasley smiled kindly and hugged Ron. "Ron, you did wonderfully this time!"
Ron's face went red with a whoosh, even brighter than his hair.
Amid Fred and George's jeering, he struggled free of Mrs. Weasley's embrace, his eyes darting between the ceiling and the floor, looking utterly at a loss.
Perhaps dissatisfied that Mrs. Weasley had stolen her thunder, Rita Skeeter's cough was extremely loud. "Ahem!"
"It seems you haven't realized what it actually means for these Ministry of Magic directors... and that Muggle government prime minister to come here!"
Hanna cautiously played along. "Ms. Skeeter, what does it mean?"
"Think about it!" Rita Skeeter raised her arm with exaggerated drama. "A sacrifice that nearly destroyed the Paris Region! A mysterious evil organization emerging into the open!"
"More importantly... the Muggles' most terrifying destructive weapon can no longer destroy anything at all, and was even sent to the moon by magic!"
"Think about our Statute of Secrecy!" Her eyes gleamed sharply. "This isn't as simple as just breaking the Statute of Secrecy!"
"This is crumpling the Statute of Secrecy into a ball! Tearing it to shreds! Then using it to light a grand bonfire that illuminates the entire Magical World!"
"It really does seem that way..." Percy's face was rather pale, his expression incomparably serious. "The Statute of Secrecy has already..."
"If you don't dare say it, I can say it for you, Percy..." Rita Skeeter wore a faint trace of contempt on her face. "The Statute of Secrecy is already nothing but an empty shell at this moment!"
"The Statute of Secrecy no longer exists! The prime minister of Muggle France stepped into a wizarding residence, accompanied by Ministry of Magic directors, and they even openly discussed the Nuclear Bomb!"
"That alone is unprecedented! Besides, this