"Even though I've always known newspapers weren't very reliable, this has still set a new low for me." Hermione looked at the newspaper in her hands, huffing with anger.
"Why are you angry? I don't think there's anything wrong with this story." Ron was reading the newspaper too, grinning foolishly.
The front-page headline of the latest issue of the Daily Prophet read, "The Woman Who Turned the Champions' Heads." The cover photograph showed Hermione dancing with Krum.
There was no question about it: in a newspaper from the Wizarding World, the photographs moved, of course.
Looking at the breathtakingly beautiful Hermione in a long dress, her hair styled smooth and flowing and her makeup exquisitely applied, then looking at Hermione beside them, her hair once again as bushy as a lion's mane, her face merely washed, without even a touch of foundation, anyone who did not know her well enough would have struggled to believe they were the same person.
Hermione was actually very pretty. Harry and Ron had already realized that at the start of the school year. But only at the ball had they truly realized just how beautiful she could be.
Although that beauty had lasted only one evening, and Hermione had returned to the appearance Harry and the others knew so well early the next morning, the stunning impression she had made that night remained in the hearts of everyone who had attended the ball.
Just when Harry and the others thought no one else would get to see how stunning Hermione had looked that night, the Daily Prophet stepped in.
Harry had not seen anyone from the Daily Prophet that evening. In fact, no media outlets had been invited to the Yule Ball. Yet they had still managed to get a photograph of Hermione dancing