Everyone's attention was on the Forbidden Forest, so naturally no one noticed Aurora and the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor. The Young Wizards were still chattering away without pause.
One House had always harboured prejudice against Gryffindor's headmaster, while the other was Gryffindor, whose thoughts had grown ever more unrestrained and twisted after being led astray.
Putting them together was absolutely a major scheduling mistake.
"If Hogwarts gets renamed, will we have to change uniforms because of it? Does that mean we'll need to pay again? I can ask my family for a few more Galleons!"
"Oh! Who's going to tell Headmaster Dumbledore? I want to see Headmaster Dumbledore's reaction!"
"Headmaster Dumbledore wasn't around this morning. I think he hid as soon as he got the news. After all, even the most powerful Veela bloodline becomes less useful with age!"
"You're spouting nonsense and slandering the great Dumbledore! He's Gryffindor's pride! His Veela bloodline definitely won't lose its effectiveness just because he's getting old!"
This group of students had clearly been led astray by this morning's Daily Prophet. One Young Wizard even tried to prove that Dumbledore's charm had not diminished by citing the more than seven hundred Dumbledore dolls his grandmother had sold—his family seemed to have been alchemists running a finished-wizard-goods shop in Knockturn Alley for generations.
What was authority?
The statistics from this Young Wizard's family were solid, unquestionable authority!
"Does your family sell dolls of Gellert Grindelwald too?" Some other loose-lipped Young Wizard asked, sparking the curiosity of the other Young Wizards watching the spectacle.
"No, my family only does domestic business."
Perhaps this Young Wizard, raised in the family trade, had yet to realize the nature of his family's shop. His loud, matter-of-fact answer even carried a trace of pride.
"It's not just