Monday Letters
The weekend passed quickly, and Monday arrived. (Author's note: Oh my god, I actually used 12 chapters to write about Friday and Saturday!)
At breakfast, Skylar sat in the most prominent seat at the Slytherin table. In Slytherin, a house with a unique culture that values hierarchy and respects the strong, usually only seventh-year Prefect and Quidditch captains were entitled to sit in this seat. But Skylar, a fourth-year student, sat there perfectly naturally, and no one else showed any unusual reaction.
On either side of Skylar sat Daphne and Astoria, while across the long table sat Draco, Pansy, Nott, and others.
The group ate breakfast while chatting and laughing.
The messenger owl Accio.
As usual, Skylar received a large number of letters. It could be said that more than 80% of the owls visiting the Slytherin table were looking for Skylar. Among them were letters from his fans in various Europe countries, including a fan named ZZZ Xinmiao and a fan named Stone A. They not only wrote letters with words of praise and admiration, but also included considerable tips in their letters.
Although Skylar did not score the highest in the second event, his performance was undoubtedly the most outstanding. His loss of points due to displaying "noble moral character" earned him sympathy from fans, who wrote letters and gave him tips to encourage him and wish him victory in the final event.
In addition, some letters came from his foreign pen pals.
For example, Mr. Zhang He from China was very interested in the new Transfiguration he created and provided him with many new perspectives and ideas for reference;
The International Confederation of Wizards and Silver Spear also regularly wrote to him to report on the progress of his research on the first half of the Book of Truth;
In Japan, Akabane Sakura expressed her immense envy for Skylar's strength and performance in the Triwizard Tournament (she saw the broadcast through animated GIFs in the newspapers). In the Far East, there was also a Champion -challenge competition called "Run, Wizard!!" which was hosted by China, Japan, and Korea in turn. However, as the name suggests, only male wizards could participate, and female wizards were not eligible to be nominated. Therefore, Cherry Moon knew that no matter how hard she tried to improve her strength, she would not be able to participate in this competition.
In France, Mr. Delacour, Mr. Evreux, Mr. Bonacord, and Mr. Amorinu all wrote letters to congratulate him. These people were able to get along so well in the France wizarding world; they were all shrewd and worldly-wise old guys. Skylar's score was not important to them; the strength he demonstrated was what mattered.
Aside from the empty pleasantries, they also included in their letter the various changes in the France wizarding world that they had observed. These individuals were all leading figures in their respective fields within the France wizarding world, each with their own network of connections. Their sources of information and intelligence networks covered every level and corner of the France wizarding world. Through their combined efforts, they did indeed uncover some clues about Walpurgis.
Indeed, after the Yule Ball incident, Skylar had made up his mind to eliminate the threat of Walpurgis, or at the very least, to understand the hidden strength of the enemy and to be well-informed. Skylar had a premonition that after the successive defeats at Black Sin Square, the Moreau Family, and Barbarossa, Skylar was not far from meeting Walpurgis in person.
This wasn't the first time Skylar had received so many letters in the Great Hall of Hogwarts; the people from the Four Houses were basically used to it.
But unlike usual, the number of owls delivering messages to the Gryffindor Long Table was no less than the number delivering messages to the Slytherin table.
A gray owl Accio toward Harry.
Seeing Harry's apparent anticipation for the owl, Ron couldn't help but say, "Percy hasn't had a chance to reply yet; we just sent Hedwig to deliver his letter yesterday."
Hermione, standing nearby, nodded in agreement.
Unexpectedly, after the gray owl landed on the plate in front of Harry, four more barn owls, a tan owl, and a gray woodland owl Accio.
"What's going on?" Hermione said, grabbing Harry's wine glass to prevent it from being knocked over by the flock of owls. They were all jostling forward, eager to be the first to deliver the letter to Harry.
"Damn it, what the hell—" Harry said, taking the letter delivered by the gray owl and reading it. "Oh dear, oh dear!" he exclaimed, his face turning a deep red with rage.
"What happened?" Ron asked.
"This—this is absolutely absurd—"
Harry handed the letter to Ron, Ron huddled with Hermione to examine its contents closely. The letter wasn't handwritten; it appeared to be spelled out using letters cut from * The Witch Weekly *. It read—
"You scumbag Harry, you'll get what's coming to you! Parvati and Hermione deserve better men. Go back to the Weasley and play your disgusting fencing!"
"These are all letters!" Harry said despairingly as he opened the letters one by one. "You shameless boy... you should be boiled in algae... ouch!"
As soon as he opened the last envelope, a yellowish-green liquid sprayed onto his hands, emitting a pungent gasoline smell, and large yellow blisters immediately appeared on his hands.
"Undiluted pus from the Bubotuber!" Ron said. He carefully picked up the envelope and smelled it.
Harry hurriedly grabbed a napkin to wipe the pus from his hands, but his fingers were covered with thick, painful sores, making them look like he was wearing a pair of bumpy, thick gloves.
"You'd better get to the Hospital Wing right away," Hermione said, as the owls around Harry flew away one by one. "We'll explain the situation to Professor Sprout..."
After Harry hurriedly left the Great Hall, clutching his hands, Hermione said angrily, "That Rita Skeeter is too much! We haven't even settled the score with her for what happened with Hagrid, and now she's causing this mess with Harry. This can't go on. We have to find out how she's infiltrated our ranks and uncovered our secrets."
Ron said with some fear, "Maybe we shouldn't. I think we'd better not provoke this terrifying woman anymore. Look at this—"
"You scumbag Harry, if I read again that you're playing with girls' feelings to be with your gay friend, you just wait. I'll find a big envelope and send you a spell next time." Ron read aloud, finally unable to hold back his lament, "My God, these people are all crazy..."