The next day, Ron came to Kayson's office again as they had agreed yesterday, but he looked listless, with no energy at all.
Of course, Ron was not the only one like this. It could be said that all the young wizards at Hogwarts were the same.
Because this morning's Daily Prophet had pulled a new stunt, though this time it was not exactly the Daily Prophet's doing.
Strictly speaking, the Daily Prophet had merely reported the news as usual. This stunt had been pulled by the Ministry of Magic.
In short... the Ministry of Magic had forbidden young wizards under eighteen from buying flying brooms.
The instant Kayson saw that newspaper, he was dumbfounded. How had Fudge dared?
The main customers for flying brooms were young wizards under eighteen who had not learned Apparition and still enjoyed playing a few rounds of Quidditch. Aside from wizards over eighteen who needed a flying broom for work and professional Quidditch players, hardly anyone set foot in a flying broom shop all year long.
Moreover, the production of flying brooms was largely controlled by Pure-blood families and the Alchemy Association. Yet Fudge had just pulled the rug out from under both the Pure-blood families and the Alchemy Association...
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"How has he not been suicided yet? Like the kind of suicide where he gets hit in the back by sixteen Avadas?" Kayson looked at the newspaper with an unnatural expression.
Ron wore a bitter expression. "I'm wondering that too."
Just as the two of them were left dumbfounded, another owl flew in through the window and landed on Kayson's desk.
Kayson opened the envelope and glanced at it, then casually used a quill to write his name on one of the lists inside.
"What's that?" Ron asked.
"A joint petition from the