No one apparently in the magical world had thought that knowing how to fight a Summon could have been useful information to have. You know, just in case a rogue Summoner went on a killing spree and wanted to conquer the world. Which given the power of the conjured Salamander was far from impossible.
The search on 'Magical Weapons' didn't go better. True, there were fifteen books on them against the sole Summon one, but all were virtually of the sa worth. Null. First, every author warned the production of war magical weapons was banned as a result of the ICW convention of Vienna in 1812. Secondly, each author declared the knowledge of forging and developing said weapons was also banned thanks to a Wizengamot vote passed in March 1947. This was limited to Britain alone, the rest of Europe had been quite happy to keep their swords, staffs, sceptres and mighty artefacts. And third, the ans to recognise and identify such weapons was forbidden to any common citizen, the only parties not concerned by the restriction being the wise and competent Ministry authorities, a decision voted by the Wizengamot in April 1947 after the ravages of the Grindelwald war beca all too noticeable.
Interesting detail, the two last points were vigorously contested as a "mistake" by the less eloquent authors and a "stupidity" by the most vocals ones. In fact, fourteen of the fifteen books had about a third of their pages openly vilipending the Wizengamot laws which had utterly destroyed any possibility to forge, maintain or develop new magical weapons such as swords, axes, spears and everything which had a pointed end but which was not a wand.
Her curiosity titillated by the accusations, Alexandra ranged back the books on their rows and shelves, before marching to the section of Hogwarts library where the archives of the Daily Prophet were kept. Finding the 1947 year took only a couple of minutes. And the corresponding editions of the law were found after a few more seconds, before going back to her usual seat.
Not that it was exactly difficult to find. From March 1 1947 to March 27 1947, the title of the Daily Prophet was trumpeting more or less variations of the sa headline. "WAR WEAPONS BANNED!", "CHIEF WARLOCK BANS WEAPONS!" or "OUR ENCHANTED WEAPONS ARE BANNED!". And under each big title, the photo of the man who had made the law pass. A man Alexandra and all the Hogwarts students saw every ti when he was sitting on his seat at the Head Table. Albus Dumbledore. Of course.
The rest of the newspapers gave a bit more information, but little to the actual debate. The author had been more concerned by the fact the law had passed the needed majority by only three votes, and was openly criticising, journalist impartiality be damned, the families which had voted against such a decision. The na of a certain Lord Abraxas Malfoy was at the head of the list, by a strange coincidence. Crabbe, Goyle, Black, Lestrange, Travers, Mulciber and dozens of Houses having on this very day mbers in Slytherin had followed Malfoy's lead. But there were more interesting nas following them. Bones. MacDougal. Longbottom. And almost at the very bottom of the list, Lord Charlus Potter. Alexandra's own paternal grandfather.
"Well, that's a surprise..." Whispered Alexandra. A quick search in the laws proposed by Albus Dumbledore and voted for the rest of the first 1947 sester showed her paternal grandfather had always voted against the actual Headmaster of Hogwarts. Strangely, most of the journalists chose to ignore completely the fact a House normally aligned with the so-called 'Light Party' voted with the 'Dark supporters'. Of course they neglected to speak about many of the 'Neutral Houses' political stances too...
"What is a surprise?" Asked a voice in front of her. Surprised as she had been busy reading, Alexandra left the newspaper fall on her lap, drawing her wand from the holster on her forearm and pointing it towards... Morag?
"Nice welco." Said the red-haired Ravenclaw in a trembling voice, her face was considerably paler than usual, as Alexandra was pointing her wand directly between her eyes.
"Don't surprise again like that!" Whispered Alexandra in a furious voice, posing her wand on the table right to the dispersed edition of the Daily Prophet.
"Well normal persons, you know, don't draw their wand until they're threatened! There's sothing called paranoia you know!" Whispered Morag in anger.
"Normal persons don't go to Hogwarts." Replied Alexandra in a trait of black humour. "And you should know you're only paranoiac if nobody is after your life. Otherwise, you're just prudent."
"I suppose it makes sense." Said grudgingly Morag. "But you know... not everyone is trying to kill you at Hogwarts."
"Not everyone." Alexandra rolled her eyes at this. "I'm sure a good quarter of the school has wanted my death at one point or another since I entered this school. And the three other quarters would in all certainty sell the tickets for my execution and buy the fireworks for the burial."
"That's not true!" Protested Morag a bit vehently, before lowering her shoulders in defeat. "Okay, so Ravenclaw really wanted to hurt you. You're his daughter, after all!"
Alexandra winced at this. More than a year had passed, but she was still trying to avoid thinking about the fact her father had been condemned as a traitor. Although to be fair, the Potter Heiress cared far more about the issue the man had abandoned her mother and herself to the wizarding equivalent of pitches and torches.
"What changed?" She asked, closing her yes an instant and preferring to direct the conversation on far safer subjects.
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