Several months had passed since the great battle at the Ministry of Magic that had affected the entire British Wizarding World. These peaceful days delighted everyone who had been plunged into panic by Voldemort's return.
The adult and young wizards who had taken part in the Battle of the Ministry of Magic dominated newspapers and journals at home and across Europe for months, becoming heroes throughout the United Kingdom.
Dumbledore was once again hailed as the savior of the British Wizarding World, praised as a figure of holy light. The Daily Prophet, in particular, abandoned the snide tone it had adopted over the previous year and sucked up to him from every conceivable angle.
Even those who had always supported Dumbledore felt a little embarrassed when they saw the Dumbledore portrayed in the reports now.
This hardly seemed like praise for a person. It sounded more like praise for God or the Son of God in the Muggle world.
Too much. This really was a bit much.
At the very least, Dumbledore certainly wasn't a picture of elegance and imposing dignity, was he? Anyone who had attended Hogwarts knew that his long beard was always covered in bits of assorted desserts after every feast...
"These newspapers are talking nonsense. Albus isn't nearly as wonderful as they say. He's just a muddleheaded old fool," someone said.
Had anyone else said that at this point, they would certainly have been subjected to all sorts of verbal and written attacks.
But if that person was Aberforth Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore's younger brother, who had been a mainstay in turning the tide during the defense of Hogwarts that took place at the same time as the Battle of the Ministry of Magic, then not many people would mind.
Of course, although someone voiced these opinions