When the two mothers returned, Vincent and Hermione were already sitting on the first-floor sofa, chatting.
The topic was the escaped convict—Sirius Black.
They both believed Fudge was hiding something, which was why he had asked the Muggle government to help with the manhunt.
"My goodness!" Jane tightened her grip on the fresh ingredients she had just bought.
"Is this what you usually talk about? Such sensitive topics?"
Judging the current government was not something children should be doing.
But their thoughts were so mature that they did not seem like children at all. They were even more mature than some adults.
Already used to it, Evelyn said evenly,
"Jane, the Ministry of Magic isn't exactly good either. A lot of students at their school know that."
The Grangers could only learn about the Wizarding World through newspapers and books. Naturally, they knew nothing about what lay behind its glamorous façade.
Take this escaped convict, for example.
Not only was Azkaban not as inescapable as Fudge boasted, but the Ministry of Magic's efficiency was also highly questionable.
Five whole days had passed, yet they had not even found a single hair of Sirius Black's.
Arresting a whole bunch of scum without any casualties?
The year before last, Gringotts had been infiltrated by You-Know-Who, yet the culprit had openly gone on to teach at Hogwarts.
Last year, a mediocre wizard had used Memory Charms to steal other people's achievements. He had published books and received medals without anyone noticing.
This year, Wizard Cards had clearly copied Gwent. After the carefully designed scam was exposed, all they had to do was pay compensation.
Those were only the things people could talk about. The things they could not were even darker.
Jane's favorable impression of the Ministry of Magic was slowly fading.
Especially