Vincent was still a decent person.
That evening, he took his friends to stick the photos up in the Black Swan Club activity room, using a Permanent Sticking Charm.
By noon, when Draco discovered them and furiously declared that he would put the photos back in their entirety, the students who loved joining in on the fun regretted it bitterly.
That makeup, those outfits—it made their vision go dark and their brains shrivel.
Forget young wizards; even Merlin would probably have nightmares for days after seeing it.
But this Pink Toad incident did not last for many days, because the Ministry of Magic finally released the truth from twelve years ago.
The most eye-catching part of the emergency notices the Ministry sent to every wizard was Fudge's tearful portrait.
He was working so eagerly to clear Sirius Black's name because he was indeed putting on a political show.
"I, Cornelius Fudge, once again solemnly declare that the Ministry of Magic will make major revisions to existing laws and do its utmost to prevent miscarriages of justice like that of Sirius Black from happening again..."
No one knew how long "will" would take, and no one knew exactly how great their "utmost effort" would be.
In short, it was the usual empty promise from politicians. Never take it seriously.
However, the trial date for Peter Pettigrew had been clearly announced.
March 27th, three weeks away.
There was meaning behind that date.
It was James Potter's birthday. They clearly intended to stir up emotions and sentence him to death in court.
If all went smoothly, the Ministry of Magic's reputation would make an extreme turnaround. Once the public began praising them for seeing the light, Fudge would probably wake up laughing even from nightmares.
Since it was a show, Sirius, the victim,