As a commercial newspaper, The Daily Prophet had to find every possible way to boost its sales, in addition to serving as the Ministry of Magic's mouthpiece.
Reporting on Muggle families had already drawn the dissatisfaction of many Pure-blood Wizards.
So what other major news could recently overshadow the Gringotts affair?
The Boy Who Lived, who was about to enroll in school, became the newspaper's second choice.
But after more than half a month, the readers would grow tired of it too.
To grab attention, some media workers without a conscience cared nothing for morality or rules.
Vincent raised his wand and pointed through the glass at the motionless little beetle. "My journalist friend, it seems you've earned yourself a ticket to Azkaban!"
If the circumstances were serious enough, an illegal Animagus might even receive a passionate kiss from an Azkaban guard.
Just imagining it made the four Waynes feel that the scene would be incredibly bloody.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
The little beetle kept slamming itself against the glass, becoming even more frenzied as though it had come back to life.
Rather than live in constant fear, it might as well take a gamble.
Yet neither Vincent nor Eric gave it that chance.
As Evelyn lifted away the glass cover, the gunstock and wand struck its shell in quick succession.
Those two loud blows sounded as though something had shattered.
Like a little beetle on the verge of death, its entire body trembled violently.
"It's actually still alive—"
Eric aimed the barrel at its tiny head. "If you don't reveal your true form, I'm going to shoot."
Vincent, who had no time to marvel at the hardness of the alder, weighed his wand in his hand.
"Professor McGonagall said that any injury suffered in Animagus form will appear on the