After saying goodbye to Vincent, who was filling in the lawn, Josen politely declined McGonagall's invitation to catch up and left Hogwarts.
He had seen a great deal, and thought a great deal.
Popularity, reputation, potential.
He believed Mr. Ollerton would make the right choice, just as he believed Cleansweep would defeat Nimbus and Comet to become Europe's largest broom company.
It took nearly an entire day before the pitted lawn on the pitch was finally filled level.
But some things could be restored, while others could not.
For example, Hermione's singed hair, and Ron's completely ruined wand.
"No, my mum will kill me!"
Harry trembled slightly as he lay in bed.
If another Howler came, then even if Molly did not take him home, he was sure to become even more self-destructive.
"You can't keep using that wand forever, can you?"
"I've embarrassed myself enough already, Harry." Ron recalled what it had felt like to keep vomiting slugs all day.
"This is my nightmare. I just hope everyone's more interested in Malfoy's photos."
Harry wanted to comfort him, but he did not know what to say.
The Malfoys had money and influence. In a few days, people would probably not dare talk about the photos anymore.
"Right, we can ask Colin for the photos!" Ron got up and put on his slippers.
"It's too late. Why don't we go tomorrow?"
He yanked Harry to his feet. "Tomorrow will be too late!
Colin's as timid as Neville. A few threats, and he might destroy the negatives!"
"All right." Harry put on his glasses and was dragged stumbling out of the dormitory.
When Colin was woken up, he was still groggy. "The negatives from today aren't with me."
"Where are they?"
"Professor Lockhart took them. He said he was going to