"Is it really okay for them to be so reckless?" Hermione watched Harry and the others walk away, unable to help muttering. She was completely unaware that her own actions were sometimes even more impulsive than theirs!
"What could happen at Hogwarts? Headmaster Dumbledore is here to handle it!"
"True, the professor is incredibly powerful! But you're amazing too, Jerry! Your spell sent Professor Lockhart flying so far! How did you do it?"
"Maybe I'm... naturally gifted with strength!"
By the next morning, the snow that had begun late the previous night had turned into a fierce blizzard. The wind shrieked, and snowflakes whirled in the gale like countless white butterflies struggling in the freezing air.
"Jerry, have you read the Daily Prophet? The Ministry of Magic is coming to our school, apparently because of the attacks! The paper even says Dumbledore might lose his position as Hogwarts Headmaster over this!"
Early that morning, Hermione came rushing over with a newspaper in her hands.
Jerry took the paper from her and saw that the article had been written by that pest, Rita Skeeter. He gave a disdainful laugh.
"The Daily Prophet publishes who knows how many articles every year claiming Dumbledore is going to be removed. When has any of them ever come true?"
"You'd be better off believing I'm Merlin than believing her!"
Hermione: "..."
At lunchtime, Jerry glanced at the simple decorations in the Great Hall, then looked toward the professors' dining area. Sure enough, there were a few extra people. Apart from the Minister for Magic, Fudge, whom he had met on the Hogwarts Express last time, Jerry didn't recognize a single one of them!
There was one woman, however, whose attire gave Jerry a suspicion about her identity!
Clink! Clink! Clink!
Dumbledore gently tapped