People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

This bold idea shocked everyone present.

Including Harry and Ron, who don't like Potions class.

It's hard enough for them to make potions with existing recipes, and now they have to research new recipes!

"Aphrodite, this idea is really..." Harry couldn't speak, he just thought it was too crazy.

Crazier than telling the truth in the newspaper.

"I feel good." Cedric stood with Afro and held her hand, as if giving her strength and courage.

"There is nothing we can do right now. If we confront Voldemort head-on, we will only lose miserably."

Cedric was telling the truth, and even if Ron wanted to refute it, he didn't have the strength to do so.

"But if we develop better treatments, we can help more people who are hurt."

No one answered for a moment. After about a minute, Draco spoke first.

"Tell me what herbs you need, and I'll do my best to get them for you."

Fred and George were not to be outdone and quickly expressed their opinions, "We can help make the potion or experiment with its effects."

"You're not going to break the law, are you?" Ron looked at them suspiciously.

"How is that possible?" Fred said with a sly smile, "We are using you as an experiment, little Ronnie."

Ron hid behind Afro in fear.

"Then Cedric and I will be responsible for researching the specific formula." Afro took out the book that Dumbledore gave her, "As for the experiment~"

Her eyes swept to Ron who was hiding behind her, and she smiled at him playfully, "Ron doesn't need to sacrifice himself, let's find some guinea pigs."

After finalizing the specific details, Afro decided that it would be best if Hermione could get involved as well, after all, there is strength in numbers!

"Xiao Afu, these medicines can be provided by the system mall." 23 was dissatisfied with Afulu for not looking for him when he encountered such a thing.

"Is it free?"

"What are you thinking?"

Afro couldn't help but roll his eyes. "It's not easy for me to earn some points. Where can I get the money to buy it?"

What's more, this is a huge consumable.

Even if she is as poor as Xi, she can't afford to squander!

"The prescription is cheap!" 23 continued to persuade Afulo to spend money in the mall. For it, this represented commission and performance!

"It's different or it costs money? I don't have money, I'm poor."

Before Aphrodite had time to discuss the research of the formula with Hermione, a great event happened.

On Monday morning, when Afro entered the auditorium sleepily, she just happened to see the owl delivering a letter.

Almost everyone was anxiously awaiting news of the latest Death Eaters on the run; although many people said they had seen them, no one had been caught yet.

Gradually, people no longer trusted Fudge's Ministry of Magic.

Afro, who was still afraid of owls, didn't like this scene and hid far away, waiting for the owls to leave.

At this time, four or five owls landed at Harry's hand, vying to deliver the first letter.

"I know what's going on." Hermione excitedly took a long, thin package from the bird's beak.

The package was secured with brown wrapping paper. Harry tore it open and found a March issue of The Quibbler.

Afro ignored the owl that frightened her and ran over excitedly to unfold the magazine.

They saw Harry and Cedric's shy smiles printed on the cover.

Printed on the photo were words in large letters: The truth finally told, the famous Death Eaters who were involved that night.

"Great! Isn't it?" Luna wandered to the Gryffindor seat like a ghost and squeezed in between Aphrodite and Harry.

Harry pointed at the owls huddled together in front of him and asked in confusion, "Are these magazines too?"

"I guess it's some letters from readers," Afro said eagerly.

Although most students saw what happened last June, some adult or older wizards did not want to believe it.

But this time Harry and Cedric bravely told the truth, and everyone was skeptical.

Some said Harry had changed her mind, others said he was a lunatic and should go to St. Gorman's for magical shock therapy.

But most people said they would rather choose to believe Harry.

The students in the auditorium all stretched their heads to look over here; they had also seen the article in The Quibbler.

"What's going on here?" a fake, sweet little girl's voice said behind them.

Harry turned his head, his hands full of envelopes.

Umbridge stood behind Aphrodite and Luna, her lifeless eyes scanning the mess of letters in front of them.

"Is it illegal to receive letters now?" Fred screamed loudly on purpose.

Umbridge stared at Harry fiercely and said, "Be careful, Mr. Weasley, or I'll give you detention."

Avro and Harry knew that it was only a matter of time before The Quibbler came to Umbridge's attention.

Harry stared into her eyes firmly and said word by word, "I was interviewed about something that happened last June."

"I was interviewed, too." Cedric hurried over as soon as he saw Umbridge standing in front of the Gryffindor table, and just happened to hear Harry say this.

"An interview?" Umbridge's voice was sharper than ever. "Who gave you permission to take part in the interview?"

Afro grabbed The Quibbler and threw it at her, "It was allowed by the people who should know the truth."

Umbridge grabbed the magazine and glanced at the cover.

She looked at the group of students in frustration, the magazine trembling between her fingers.

"You are not allowed to go to Hogsmeade again. How dare you... I'm going to give you detention... detention!"

Umbridge was so angry that she couldn't even speak clearly, she just stared at them.

"Is your detention effective?" Afro stared back fearlessly, "Don't innocent Flint students get hurt every time I use detention?"

Umbridge subconsciously looked at Flint, whose hands were covered with scars. She always knew that someone had used some method to make her punishment fall on Flint.

But she didn't know who it was or how this person did it.

Now, Afro half admitted that this matter had something to do with him.

Too bad Umbridge had no evidence.

And she didn't dare touch Afro.

Umbridge gave her one last glare and walked away angrily, clutching the magazine.

Within half a day, the latest educational orders were posted all over the school.

"No student is to read The Quibbler, or he will be expelled immediately."

Afro smiled when she saw the notices.

"What are you happy about?" Harry asked.

Afro grinned at him playfully, "Harry, you know what? Sometimes the most forbidden things you do attract the most attention."

She quietly pointed to a few words on the notice and whispered, "For example, how do we ensure that everyone can read that article?"

"Ban it," Harry replied quickly.