She Would Definitely Get What Was Coming to Her!

"Oh! Albus Dumbledore— "

Fudge, Umbridge, and Delores were standing outside the office.

The Minister for Magic laughed heartily, "Old friend, why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

Dumbledore first apologized to Scrimgeour, then stepped forward and gave him a polite hug.

"I didn't expect you to be here so quickly."

Fudge smiled, patted his back lightly like an old friend, and then let go. "Our efficiency has always been very high."

"Indeed." Dumbledore stood very straight, towering over the person opposite him by more than half a head.

"Cornelius, I have always believed in your abilities."

"Albus Dumbledore you indirectly praising your own taste?"

"Of course, I still haven't learned the word 'humility'."

Fudge's smile widened. "You've already learned it, haven't you?"

"Oh, yes." Dumbledore's eyes widened as if he had just realized something. "I have learned humility without even realizing it."

Umbridge, standing outside the door, frowned.

Fudge walked into the office as if nothing had happened.

"Rufus, how's the preparation going?"

Scrimgeour glanced at Delores, who was already in bodyguard mode. "Mr. Minister, I will do my best."

"That's good." Fudge's gaze swept over the group of Auror, finally settling on Kingsley.

"Albus Dumbledore, I won't disturb your chat and reminiscing."

"Okay, Cornelius."

He came quietly, but left attracting attention.

Although it wasn't quite a show of force yet, Dumbledore knew it was a preemptive strike.

Now that you've given up the ministerial position, it's best to focus on chatting and catching up with old friends in any department outside of Wizengamot.

"Rufus, then I won't disturb your work any longer."

Dumbledore declined Scrimgeour's offer to see him off.

Everyone here is shrewd; on the surface, everyone has to put on a show.

On the elevator ride back, he began to empathize with Vincent's personality and put himself in Vincent's shoes.

Perhaps when Umbridge frowned, it symbolized that the story wouldn't end easily.

Such a results-oriented personality is not a suitable candidate for Minister for Magic.

On Tuesday, all the newspapers had different headlines again.

This time it's Hermione, and the length is about the same as yesterday's.

Vincent habitually opened Rita's report and took a small sip of milk to calm his nerves.

The strategist of the Sorcerer's Stone Protection Team— Miss Know-It-All!

"Sizzle—"

He looked over at Hermione was tearing up the newspaper.

That intimidating aura is probably going to reward Rita with a few greenhorns.

Below the title is a photo of a beaver with squinting eyes and a toothy grin.

Vincent then looked at Hermione, who was tearing the newspaper into pieces smaller than a paper shredder.

FakeNews!

His front teeth are clearly smaller than hers!

The content still has the same familiar flavor, full of subjective speculation and taking things out of context.

"Hermione Granger felt insecure about her appearance and studied incredibly hard during her Muggle elementary school years—"

Ron, sensing no murderous intent, continued reading, "According to insiders, from the very first day she entered Hogwarts, she was already an encyclopedic figure among the new students—"

Harry hesitated for a moment, but finally patted him on the shoulder.

"What's wrong, Harry?"

Ron turned his head and saw Hermione walking towards him with her head down.

"I—I didn't mean anything by it—"

However, she walked past the two of them and stopped in front of Vincent.

"Um—is this for you?"

She took the newspaper without a word and tore it into small pieces in a few quick movements.

Ron, who was not far away, didn't dare to breathe and quickly threw the newspaper in his hand to the ground.

Harry followed suit, even crumpling it into a ball.

Hermione went back quietly.

But this anger is unlikely to dissipate anytime soon.

Vincent glanced cautiously at her, whose cheeks were puffed out in anger.

She still had her Buckteeth, her hair was messy, and her petite figure certainly didn't qualify her as pretty.

But now that my teeth are smaller, they no longer compress the facial muscles as they grow.

They started to pay more attention to their personal image and no longer had that unkempt look.

He undergoes basic combat training every day and no longer looks malnourished.

Based on his experience from his previous life, Hermione was the type who seemed like a completely different person after a few years.

No wonder it was so angry; it turns out the perverted little beetle's old habit had kicked in again.

The Wayne family honestly and simply sells small commodities, yet they've been falsely accused of being the largest arms dealer in all of Europe.

BAE Systems, a company with annual revenue exceeding 10 billion, must be devastated.

Fred and George, without a doubt, would be described as school bullies.

Rolf is probably a bit better, at most he's just sarcastic and not as good as his grandfather Newt Scamander in every way.

Cedric is rather simple-minded; he might be portrayed as someone who pretends to be weak while actually being strong.

The next day, Vincent guessed correctly.

The same applies to the third and fourth days.

On the fifth day, a slight mishap occurred, with Rita giving a very subtle assessment of him as a "refined scoundrel."

Hermione's previous gloom vanished.

Because Cedric tore it even more to shreds than she had that day.

"Forget it, let's not bother with this lousy reporter."

She even went to comfort the other person, completely forgetting what had happened a few days earlier.

"Rita Skeeter— " Cedric roared, filled with resentment and anger.

Even the honest and kind Little Badger was rewarding the raw melon seedlings, which shows just how powerful this famous reporter's writing skills are.

"Why is yours the only one with a positive introduction?" Neville asked Vincent, who was watching the spectacle. "Do you really have some kind of Felix Felicis effect?"

Under the gaze of many large eyes, Vincent nodded his head slightly, feeling a little guilty. "Yes, I am Mr. Lucky."

Cedric's gaze seemed to grow even more resentful. "Rita Skeeter— "

Hermione glanced at Vincent, "Cedric, she's done so many bad things, she'll get her comeuppance sooner or later."

"You're right, she'll definitely get her comeuppance!"

Vincent was relieved to hear the roar.

It's fine as long as the Wayne family knows about Rita's little secrets.

The more people there are, the less safe it is.

If you push her too far and she joins forces with Fudge, the Britain Wizarding World will be doomed.

Although he felt it was almost enough, especially after reading Sunday's newspaper.

"Who is Gilderoy Lockhart?"

Lavender immediately answered Neville's question, "He has written many books about his encounters with dark creatures and is the most famous author in the Wizarding World!"

He is also an honorary member of the Defense Against the Dark Arts League and has won the Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award five times!

I've always wanted a bottle of his Occamy Egg Yolk Shampoo, but I can't find it anywhere.

Vincent squinted at her light brown hair.

This is a little witch who loves to dress up.

The avant-garde and fashionable oversized waves are very natural and glossy.

The Occamy Egg is made of pure silver, which has a luster-enhancing property and is especially suitable for hair care.

As for the egg yolk...

Based on the classification of Occamy (XXXX), and their tendency to actively attack anything that comes near, it's unlikely they'll be very safe.