Chapter 187: Chapter 96: Severing Fate, The Destiny of a King
Even Dumbledore hasn’t told him the answer. What the old schoolmate said in his book was that he felt Dumbledore didn’t know either, but Ian thought that Newt just hadn’t navigated the relationships properly.
"Newt the old schoolmate definitely doesn’t have this thing!"
Ian picked up the two letters under the rising sun outside the window, each with a photo inside. Of course, he would only choose to include the delightful group photo in the letter to Albus Dumbledore—after all, Ian didn’t know Abeforth and didn’t like eating goat at.
As per routine, he woke up his roommates.
Just as he stepped into the dining hall, Ian hadn’t yet paired his breakfast from oatal, bread rolls, cornflakes, pickled fish, eggs, bacon, and toast and butter, when the headline from today’s wizarding world newspaper had already reached Ian’s ears from the surrounding chattering little wizards.
[Shocking! According to insiders, the Ministry of Magic has lost a Dentor, and it might be wandering anywhere now, however, our irresponsible Ministry of Magic denies this!]
Several newspapers have published this news.
Both senior and junior little wizards were quite concerned about it.
"I bet! This isn’t the first ti! When I was young, I saw a Dentor at my doorstep! My non-magical mom insisted I wasn’t being scientific and said what I saw could only be an alien!"
"That’s just how the Ministry of Magic is, bureaucracy is too rampant, they don’t know how to correct their mistakes, only how to cover them up, sooner or later the entire wizarding world will be ruined by this group of trash!"
"Indeed, even though my dad is just a minor official, our cellar is stuffed full of Galleons. He said if he doesn’t take them, Umbridge the Deputy Minister will fire him."
"Ah? Is this really sothing you should casually tell us?! I think instead of focusing on the corruption of the Ministry of Magic, maybe we should ask whether the Dentor from that dark magic Defense class was real..."
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Seeing William trying to incite other little wizards to seek the truth, Ian hurriedly approached, furrowing his brows and rebutted in a tone that seed like reasonable judgnt, "If a Dentor really got lost, there would have been deaths already. Have you seen any news of soone dying?"
Not waiting for everyone’s response.
Ian loudly made the decision himself.
"No! Not a single person has died! So this proves it’s just people with malicious intent trying to damage our Ministry of Magic. Right now is when the Ministry of Magic most needs our support!"
"Let
guess, I think it must be those Death Eaters who are trying to disrupt our harmonious wizarding society. Many of them are still working at places like the Prophet Daily!"
"Do you trust the Death Eaters or the Ministry of Magic?"
"Can the Ministry of Magic’s words really be false? I don’t believe it! It’s an authoritative official institution, we should choose to believe in the Ministry of Magic’s announcents and have a little more trust in our judicial system!"
The positive energy-filled speech, accompanied with rational analysis and judgnt, plus Ian’s usual image in the eyes of the little wizards, successfully shifted the topic from the lost Dentor to the unscrupulous newspapers—Ian secretly breathed a sigh of relief and joined the criticism of these newspapers.
Everyone seed sowhat reluctant to ntion the Death Eaters.
Tom indeed has lingering influence.
Ian and his two roommates finished their breakfast, picked up the "Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi" and "Magic Potions and Elixirs
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