"Of course!" Mrs. Weasley smiled kindly and gave Ron a hug. "Ron, you did wonderfully this time!"
Ron's face turned scarlet in an instant, standing out even more than his hair.
Amid Fred and George's teasing cheers, he struggled free from Mrs. Weasley's embrace, his gaze darting between the ceiling and the floor as he stood there at a complete loss.
Perhaps dissatisfied that Mrs. Weasley had stolen the spotlight, Rita Skeeter coughed exceptionally loudly. "Ahem! Ahem!"
"It seems you haven't realized what it means that these Ministry of Magic department heads... and that Muggle Prime Minister have come here!"
Hannah carefully played along. "What does it mean, Ms. Skeeter?"
"Think about it!" Rita Skeeter threw up her arms dramatically. "A sacrifice that nearly destroyed the Paris Region! A mysterious and evil organization emerging into the open!"
"More importantly... the Muggles' most terrifying weapon of destruction can no longer destroy anything, and it was even sent to the moon by magic!"
"Think about our International Statute of Secrecy!" Her eyes gleamed sharply. "This is far more than simply breaking the International Statute of Secrecy!"
"This is crumpling the International Statute of Secrecy into a ball! Tearing it to shreds! Then using it to light a magnificent bonfire that illuminates the entire magical world!"
"It really does seem that way..." Percy's face had gone somewhat pale, his expression utterly grave. "The International Statute of Secrecy has already..."
"If you don't dare say it, I can say it for you, Percy..." Rita Skeeter wore a faintly disdainful expression. "At this very moment, the International Statute of Secrecy is already nothing more than an empty shell!"
"The International Statute of Secrecy no longer exists! The French Muggle Prime Minister entered a wizarding residence, accompanied by Ministry of Magic department heads, and they even