[HP] Disappearing Cat Raccoon

I can only make one comment on the report on the Daily Prophet.

If I were Neville Longbottom, I'd choose to blow up the Daily Prophet headquarters.

In general, this reporter, who doesn't know who it is, but is absolutely clueless, probably understands that his report will be hit, so he didn't add his name, but anyway, it must be a problem if it can be published. .

"Bellatrix Braque, The Last Female Fighter"

Seeing this title makes me think Mrs Black wants to hit people.

In particular, this story is all about how Bellatrix was—

"Affectionate and righteous, she is unswerving in her choices. She is a strong woman, a woman with faith and perseverance, but the current situation is caused by the wrong path. But no matter what, her kind of single-mindedness, Even in the end, the obsession of going to **** with the people you follow is very touching."

I threw the Daily Prophet directly to the ground, and I caught a few voices in my ears. I ignored Linda and Alice's shouting and pulled out my wand. I grabbed a girl's robe and dragged her out of the chair. , and pressed the wand to her throat from behind.

"pardon."

I know the whole auditorium is looking at me, but it doesn't make me feel the need to stop, or if I stop at this time, that's the worst.

"Be louder and let all of us hear your lovely remarks. I've given you a loud voice, come on, don't be timid, speak up."

Irina's voice was very gentle, or it couldn't be more gentle. The entire auditorium stopped, even the professor sitting above. They stopped eating, or put on their glasses, or coughed lightly, but they didn't have any attitude of stopping them.

At this time, Irina reminded everyone of the previous scene - in the third grade, she dared to use a loud voice to confront the principal, and now she is graduating in the seventh grade...

"Darling, what did you just say? What does Bellatrix deserve to be executed, what does she mean by being innocent and wronged, what does she mean by a truly honorable person, or—"

"You want to be Bellatrix Black, someone like that?"

"boom!"

It was Gryffindor who rioted this time, but most were stopped. Neville Longbottom's face was even more astonishingly pale, and the whole person trembled. The fifth-year Gryffindor hurriedly hugged him, and Harry even roared to calm him down. I glanced aside. Pointing at the Hufflepuff girl who looked like a third grader with his wand, his voice became softer: "Hufflepuff is not an idiot, so come and say your aspirations out loud, and everyone present will choose for you. Applauding."

"You must know that this year's student council presidents are two Hufflepuffs."

Cedric also came to the other side, the handsome face made the girl not feel shy or excited, but became more fearful, and even the whole person trembled: "Darling, I can give you whatever you want. Like, for example, the gouging out of the heart that Bellatrix you admire is the best at."

"Or, who else wants to be Bellatrix? I handed her a Heartbreaker, gave her a Petrification Charm to keep her alive, and then handed her to Pride. Luo. How about you, do you want to do something to me for the person you want to be?"

I pointed my wand at her throat, poked harder, and smiled when I saw her crying: "Bellatrix's favorite thing is to gouge out the heart, this is the idol's favorite, why? Why don't you try it?"

"Evans."

I let go of my hand after hearing the voice of the Potions Professor, and looked at the girl who fell directly to the ground with a disgusting expression: "Professor Snape, this is an internal matter of our Hufflepuffs."

"Alright then, Irina, leave the rest to me."

There was an amazing chill on Professor Sprout's face, an expression I never expected her to have. Her expression wasn't facing me either. After sweeping the entire Hufflepuff, she became a little gentler and smiled at me: "You go to class first."

I nodded slightly, but still said to the people around me: "So who still worships Bellatrix and wants to arrest me in Azkaban to save your idol?"

"..."

Dead silence, amazing dead silence. I glanced around, looked at the Daily Prophet I had thrown on the ground, aimed it with my wand and threw a Silent Shattering Charm. After watching the newspapers turn to crumbs, Cedric drew a gust of wind and hung them up, before showing his standard smile around him.

"Okay, everyone, let's go to class. Miss Edme, I think I need to talk to you about something."

·

The Daily Prophet's demon operation lasted for three days. After three days, the Ministry of Magic sent a message that the Daily Prophet had entered a rectification phase, and canceled everyone's press credentials. Rita Nest wrote a biography of Voldemort at home and responded to this, claiming that she Shame on being with these reporters.

"When the tragic past is completely over, what we need is not to turn the black and white, nor to celebrate the victory, but to remember everything that happened, the soldiers who died, and the families who caused the current family. The culprit of the broken. If even the Death Eaters in this world can be washed white, then this world is too scary. What is the truth we want? The truth is to remember the name of every person who has sacrificed. Live the name of every hero who fights back the darkness."

"To promote Bellatrix as being kind and righteous is very shameful."

Maybe that's why Umbridge wasn't at school the day I started. But what really moved my heart was that Umbridge stopped teaching because of the recent Daily Prophet incident.

Most of them were not replaced by Snape, but were taught by the Aurors in turn. This gave me a sigh of relief - after all, after all, some of the students in the first, second and third grades have just entered the magic world, and they have only just come into contact with something, so they were brainwashed by the Daily Prophet...

That's just horrible.

Aurors can make these little brats understand what happened. Although I canceled Defence Against the Dark Arts and the headmaster specifically approved me to take the advanced wizard level examination of Defence Against the Dark Arts, when I was not in class, Neville also "just happened" out of class.

"thanks."

After hesitating for a moment, he looked at me, with a slight choking in his voice: "Thank you, Evans."

"..."

I suddenly didn't know how to deal with this big boy - he used to be a little fat man in my impression, with a bad memory on his face, Professor Sprout liked him very much, and even regretted why he didn't come Hufflepuff.

But he's grown taller now, taller than me, and even the tallest Gryffindor in his year. Although there is still some baby fat on his cheeks, and although his eyebrows are still very gentle, I know that the bravery in his heart has never disappeared.

"If you don't have class, come with me."

I like observatories, or in other words, it is very pleasant to see from the observatory, and it is quite good to stand on a high place. I glanced at the scenery outside the observatory and smiled at him: "It's okay to be high, right?"

"Yes."

"I heard Harry say something about you. When did you get better at home?"

He pursed his lips, reported his age, looked at the scenery outside the observatory, and showed a slight smile: "Thank you very much that day. I went to my mother yesterday through Professor McGonagall and told her about you. ."

"I am very honored."

"she……"

After hesitating for a while, Neville closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and continued: "When she heard Bellatrix's name, I could feel that she was not afraid of her, even when I saw that she had a It's a sense of ridicule. And she really didn't regain her sanity, and so did my dad, and when I heard the name, what my mom showed was exactly the same contempt."

"They're not afraid of her, not even if she's crazy now. I told them Bellatrix was going to die, and they watched me silently for a split second."

"Then what?"

"Then he gave me a smile, not that kind of crazy, but a very quiet, very forgiving smile."

Bellatrix Lestrange - death penalty

Rodolphus Lestrange - death penalty

Barty Crouch Jr. - Death Penalty

Lucius Malfoy and the Slytherin families passed the test of Veritaserum for providing information and trying their best to turn around, and were exonerated.

Death Eaters - defined as terrorism, defined as criminals, defined as "the most evil of the wizarding world", and written into the history of contemporary magic.

The last piece of news I didn't learn until I graduated. After I got a bunch of high-level wizarding certificates and decided to stay at school to become a quasi-major history professor, I came to Godrey with Sirius, Remus, Harry, and Hermione. gram valley. Looking at the graves of Lily Potter and James Potter, we swept aside and offered a bouquet of flowers to them.

Justice cannot be late or absent. Heroes must be remembered, and crimes must be stopped in time. Black and white cannot be reversed, life...

Life cannot be repeated.

"Although Ronnie is missing, I feel that some things should be done here."

Sirius broke the silence with a cough, then slowly got down on one knee under my curious gaze, and pulled a small box out of his apparently dressed suit.

"would you like……"

"I thought you were dressing up for my parents to see."

"Harry!"

"Hermione, I definitely didn't interrupt Sirius' marriage proposal, you know I got six O's in my OWLs! Six! My parents must be super happy. Look, aren't they just laughing?"

"..."

No, you're just interrupting Sirius' marriage proposal.

Lupin couldn't help but accuse him with his eyes, and smiled when Sirius and I were laughing a little too much...

"Wow, Remus! Sure enough, Harry's information is correct, you are really here!"

I heard the voice of Nymphadora Tonks, and I laughed even more madly when I saw our werewolf professor turn around and run in one go.

"Listen to Remus, Irina and I can be together, why don't you accept Tonks!"

"That's right, Remus showed his courage, you are a brave Gryffindor!"

"Thank you so much, Sirius and Irina, Harry and Hermione, you are such a lovely couple."

Tonks' hair turned pink like bubblegum, and walked in one direction without hesitation: "Remus, don't run!"

Watching these two perform what could be considered comedy, I pulled Sirius off the ground. He hugged me from behind and smiled deeply: "Then you agree?"

"Maybe I have to become a professor of history of magic to agree."

"That's over, we don't want to get married for the rest of our lives, and then become ghosts and become the ghosts of Hogwarts together."

"..." I really want to say to him that the professor of history of magic is not a ghost! really not!

But now-

"Well then, I reluctantly agree to you."

"That's really nice."

The breeze brushed all of our cheeks, and I looked at Harry and Hermione, who were also holding hands and smiling happily, rubbed Sirius' cheek and smiled.

"Yes, that's really nice."

-EN…

"Irina?"

"Ok?"

"did you see……"

"what"

"A **** tail?"

-THEEND-

The author has something to say:

In the windy and snowy weather, I personally marked theend for this article

The feeling of finishing a story is blissful, very blissful. The satisfaction was beyond anything I had ever felt before, and it made me feel very warm.

Thank you to everyone who has been watching here, and thank you for the beautiful magic——

Dedicate this to the years when I used to dream