When the three words "Voldemort" appeared in the overcrowded atrium of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, a collective gasp immediately swept through the hall.
Before the past decade or so of peace, the British Ministry of Magic had endured decades of turmoil.
The man his followers called the Dark Lord had forged people's fear of that name through countless cold-blooded murders and bloody massacres.
Even the Ministry of Magic, an official institution, only referred to him as "You-Know-Who" rather than daring to speak his name aloud.
This had directly led the entire British wizarding world to fear that name as though it were a tiger, becoming a source of ridicule among wizards from other countries.
And now, years later, when Minister Amelia Bones spoke that name once more, everyone seemed to glimpse the arrival of a brand-new era!
Clap. Clap clap clap clap clap!
Applause rose in the pin-drop silence of St. Mungo's Hospital. It grew louder and louder, deafening enough to practically blow off the roof!
"Remarkable!"
Sirius cheered loudly at Minister Bones below, waving his arms without pause.
"She really is remarkable, isn't she!"
Hermione's excited cheeks flushed red as she clapped hard, her eyes shining with admiration!
"She certainly is remarkable—"
Ron was clapping too, but he looked somewhat uneasy.
"But it wasn't a wise move, was it? You-Know-Who won't let her off."
"That's exactly why it's remarkable, isn't it?"
Neville said.
"I've always thought this was a little strange. I mean, using 'You-Know-Who' instead of Vol-Voldemort—"
Even as he said it, Neville still shuddered violently, discomfort flashing through his eyes.
"Please excuse us—"
The crowd's enthusiasm surged like the sea, surrounding Minister Bones from all sides. Scrimgeour had no choice but to use his wand to amplify his voice.
"Minister Bones still needs