Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 427 Taking pictures
Everyone looked at the little wizard lying on the hospital bed, and they couldn't imagine——

What the hell did this guy do to force a wizard to turn himself into a wendigo,
—into one of these ugly, almost magic-free, ogre monsters.

What's more, he was still a Death Eater. Generally speaking, these guys would rather choose to die than linger on in this way.

The implications of this... send chills down everyone's spines.

"Okay, let Madam Pomfrey take a look!"

Dumbledore finally spoke, and his words calmed down the scene, at least everyone didn't feel so 'ghostly' anymore.

"By the way, is Hermione okay? And the Froome couple, I heard they were all tortured by the Cruciatus Curse." He asked Madam Pomfrey.

"It's okay! The little witches just need to rest for a long time, and then forget about what happened, but for the poor Froome couple...their brains are likely to have been seriously damaged by the Cruciatus Curse and other curses, and they may suffer from sequelae for life. But fortunately, I heard that St. Mungo's Hospital has a new treatment method that is very effective for this kind of curse trauma. But it is estimated that next semester, the little wizards may not be able to eat the magic candy of [Honey Dukes]."

Madam Pomfrey waved her wand, and floated Hermione, Ron, Harry, and the twins to the original hospital bed one by one, and said to Dumbledore.

After doing all this, she began to chase people away with a blunt face,

"Okay, hurry up and move these things away, as well as the Death Eaters...I won't treat them! Damn, look at how many little wizards these guys have hurt, that dementor aggregate scared most of the little wizards down there...and the fire dragon..."

"Merlin! What's wrong with this school, can't it end a semester safely?"

Madam Pomfrey stared at Fudge with anger in her eyes, her tone was very rude.

Fudge has nothing to do with this therapist who only cares about the little wizard. He can't deal with Madam Pomfrey like Rita Skeeter.

If he did this, let alone Dumbledore, the hot-tempered Madam Pomfrey would not care about his status as the Minister of Magic at all, and would probably reward him with a spell directly.

It was quite possible, he had no doubts.

"By the way, Professor Dumbledore, we need a lot of chocolate to calm down those frightened little wizards... [Honey Dukes] I heard that the fat man and Moody over there said that the place is completely destroyed... You must find a way to get it!"

Madam Pomfrey's tone was not friendly even to the old bee.

"Okay, okay!"

"Get out now, the little wizards need to rest!"

"Madam Pomfrey... if they wake up, especially MacGuffin Albert, and Harry... I have a lot of questions..." said Fudge.

"Get out! Is this poor little wizard still going to be interrogated by you incompetent people?"

(Poor? ——It’s scary! I once saw the scene where McGuffin just tore up the Dementor (Voldemort)... Several people kept muttering in their hearts...)
"Bobby, the question asked by the minister is very important... I will be with him." Dumbledore insisted repeatedly.

Fortunately, Madam Pomfrey agreed in the end——if the little wizard wakes up, they will be notified as soon as possible.

"Okay... Minister, professor, please! These children need to be taken care of, please leave." Madam Pomfrey urged again.

"Of course, of course... one last thing, one last thing..."

"Bozuo, are you Bozuo? I still remember your father. The photo he took for me was my favorite..."

"Not much to say, can you give me and these two heroes who saved Harry and the little wizards a pass?"

Fudge picked up the press release in his hand and looked at it, then at the little wizard on the hospital bed, as well as Snape, Black and others, his eyes lit up immediately, it seemed that he had already figured out how to 'clean the floor'.

"Minister!?" Madam Pomfrey growled suppressedly.

"Okay, one last thing, one last thing, soon... I promise I won't bother you anymore! Poppy! You know I mean it!"

"Hurry up, Bozo,... hurry up, come on!"

- Crack - Crack!

As the camera shutter was pressed (under Madam Pomfrey's extreme dissatisfaction and enduring stare), several white lights lit up in the medical room, and then wisps of purple smoke came out.

——Snape (looked impatient, bored) and the big fat man (uneasy, forced to be helpless) stood together, ... standing beside Harry's hospital bed, shaking hands with Fudge, Crouch, and the others ... were photographed.

Snape and the big fat man were forced by Fudge to put on various poses to show that they worked together to save the little wizard. (To be honest, the two of them glanced at A with nauseating expressions)
(Originally, Snape was hesitant to tell Fudge——Black's identity, but Fudge's various requests for taking pictures annoyed him, so he kept his mouth shut... just quietly watched how this matter would end, anyway, both Black and Fudge, he hated it——then just pretended that he didn't know anything.)
In short, after the last photo was taken, this group of people was finally driven out of the infirmary by the unbearable Madam Pomfrey.

……

"Okay, that's right, that's it!"

Fudge happily played through the latest manuscript that Rita Skeeter had thrown out.

"Yeah, that's it, focus on the fact that we have two heroes who show up and save the 'little wizards', of course...Ms Skeeter...you and Bozo are among them, saving the little wizards from the Death Eaters...that's true too, isn't it?"

"As for the little wizard McGuffin Albert, try not to mention him? After all, this is for the healthy growth of this little wizard. If the parents of other little wizards really know what happened tonight... It will cause a lot of trouble... As for the werewolf Lupine Remus... Well, yes... This is indeed something worth publicizing... It will help to reverse the discriminatory view of werewolves in our wizarding world, but it is better to skip this point... After all, even sane werewolves roam around Hogwarts Not good news either..."

"By the way, Professor Snape, I heard that this 'Werewolf Suppressor' was developed by little wizards under your guidance."

"Very good, very good, this thing can indeed greatly improve the situation of werewolves... At least, it is a cheap and effective device. It is much more cost-effective than Wolfsbane Potion....It can stop some law-abiding werewolves in the werewolf group in time, and those werewolves like Lupin who lost control caused accidental damage. And this thing happens to be very useful for those Muggle werewolves who were just transformed into some time ago..."

"I..." When Snape opened his mouth to speak, Fudge cut it off loudly, obviously he was very interested in talking and couldn't allow others to interrupt at all.

"Needless to say, Severus! The Order of Merlin, First Class, will definitely be all right now. Needless to say, I know you are very humble... Others may have other honors as well."

"Like the little wizard McGuffin Albert...Professor Dumbledore will award him the Hogwarts Outstanding Student Medal...I will also talk to the Hogwarts Board of Directors."

Fudge was very happy, he gave a speech to everyone at the door without giving anyone a chance to intervene.

Apparently, he thought that all the incidents that happened tonight had been completely turned in his favor.

Now it's his turn to give advice.

"minister?"

Rita Skeeter almost cried when she saw the manuscript revised according to Fudge.

The Minister of Magic has completely turned this press release into a boring, long-winded [speech] without any nutritious content.

If she puts her own name on it and publishes it in the "Daily Prophet", she will be destroyed... No, it is very likely that this 'shit doesn't make sense' manuscript will be killed by the editor halfway through.

So she hesitated a few times in her heart, and interrupted Cornelius Fudge's high-spirited speech, "Minister?"

"I guess we should switch our focus to the Death Eaters... Maybe that'll be of public interest?"

"Oh, is it? Do you mean that this report is worthless? I think it is very good! It perfectly shows the future political policy of the Ministry of Magic, and strongly praises Professor Snape and many other professors... Under the leadership of the Ministry of Magic, that is, I have overcome crises...There are crises, climaxes, and opposing evil people...Justice will eventually defeat evil, and the iron-blooded and powerful Prime Minister...What a beautiful story it is? I remember that the public liked the news of this template?"

said Fudge suspiciously.

"No, minister, most of the public likes to see things that are exciting, violent and bloody, and see other people's misfortune... Especially after the binary opposition of either-or is divided, most people like to see each other's misfortune, the worse the better..."

Rita Skeeter offers a rare honest look at the 'heartwarming' relationship between the public and the media.

"If it's possible, Bozo's camera actually has pictures of Death Eaters in it."

"Can we publish the photos of the Death Eaters that we took to the public, the worse the better... And fill in and revise this press release for this, so that it is a 'worthy', popular one..."

"Really?" Fudge hesitated. He also knew about professional matters, so it would be more reliable to leave it to professionals.

but……

"Is that so?" said Fudge, "You put me and Snape..."

"Um, and Crouch..."

Seeing Crouch's murderous red eyes, he immediately changed his words and added the name of this colleague,

"...Choose a photo from the photos we took before that shows the leadership of the Ministry of Magic and express our sincere gratitude to Professor Snape for his heroic actions... Put it in the news... Of course, make Professor Snape's figure look better..."

"To end that news article in this way..."

"It's done, let me see how it turns out."

Fudge asked Rita in a low voice.

Rita Skeeter said with a wry smile,
"Minister, take a look at what time it is now. If I want to catch up with tomorrow's newspaper, I have to find the editor-in-chief of the "Daily Prophet" to typesetting...and go to the magic newspaper factory to rush to print...Although our efficiency is very fast compared to Muggles, but in one night...we have to prepare all the newspapers by four or five o'clock tomorrow, so that this news can be seen by everyone...the time is very tight."

"Really?" Fudge smiled sarcastically, a little unsure of the truth of what the other party said, but it sounded like that.

However, after experiencing the previous warning, Fudge and Rita Skeeter did not have the courage to coax him and Crouch.

And there are too many troublesome things tonight, dementors, death eaters, fire dragons, and that little wizard... If no 'truth' is announced, there will be many messy rumors flying around early tomorrow morning, and it will be much more troublesome to control it at that time.

"Okay, then you go, remember to maintain the 'truth' of the report!"

Fudge emphasized.

After that, he started to deal with Bellatrix and Dolohov, the Death Eaters.

——These guys were escorted by more than a dozen Aurors, Moody and Crouch who rushed back sent them to St. Mungo's Magical Hospital. Although Fudge wished that some of these guys would die directly, pure blood supremacy was very popular in the Ministry of Magic and traditional wizard families, especially in the Ministry of Magic in Germany and Eastern Europe... He had to ensure that these guys survived.

What a mess.

Dumbledore was going to appease the young wizards and staff, and try to repair the damaged walls in the corridor on the fourth floor.

In short, all kinds of troubles piled up together... They were busy for a long time in the corridor not far from the door of the infirmary. After midnight, Harry and the little wizards finally woke up. Fuguitar and Dumbledore were finally allowed to go inside and try to figure out...what happened tonight.

……

Harry opened his eyes, his eyes were blurred, and it took him a long time to see clearly that he was lying in the dark school hospital.

Someone took his glasses away.

On his right was Hermione, she was lying on the hospital bed frowning, her body twitched and trembled in the dark from time to time... Like a nightmare, she seemed terrified.

Madam Pomfrey sat on the side of her hospital bed, picked up a large sapphire-like conch that was on the bedside table, placed it next to Hermione's ear, and blew gently.

As ethereal melodies and sounds came from inside, Hermione gradually calmed down, and her breathing began to stabilize.

Maybe it was the sound of Harry writhing on the bed.

Madam Pomfrey turned her head and saw Harry, she said in surprise,
"Ah, you're awake!"

(End of this chapter)