Everyone stared blankly, their expressions grave.
Harry leaned back in his chair, his face somewhat pale, while Qiu stood behind him, gently massaging his temples.
Casting a Mind-Manipulation Spell on every person present was too much even for Harry's current mental strength. His head now hurt as though it were splitting open from the inside.
This was the price of showing off, Harry grumbled inwardly.
But looking at everyone's grave expressions, Harry felt the price had been worth paying.
"Now, does anyone have any more questions?" Harry asked somewhat weakly.
"How do we know that what you showed us was real?" Zacharias actually spoke up again.
This time, Harry even admired him a little. Taking shots when things were going your way was nothing special; daring to keep firing when the odds were against you really took something.
This time, however, before Harry or Cedric could speak, almost everyone looked at him with disgust. Yet Zacharias still refused to back down:
"My dad said even memories can be faked. Potter is obviously very good at this sort of magic, isn't he?"
"So my reason for lying to you is to give you pointers on magic?" Harry scoffed. "As Cedric said, anyone who thinks that way can leave right now.
"I think that's all I can do to prove it. If you don't believe it even after seeing it for yourselves, then, as Smith said, anything can be faked in the wizarding world. You're welcome to believe the articles in the Daily Prophet."
"We believe you, Harry," Seamus Finnigan said loudly.
"Yes, we believe you," several Gryffindor students said together.
"Keep it down," the barman called. "You're disturbing the other customers."
The young wizards curled their lips almost in unison. Apart from their group, there were only two other people in