Hogwarts: I Am an Exemplary Wizard

Chapter 721: Chapter 675: Methods of Diverting Attention (3)

He whispered his discovery to Cedric and Conna.

”You mean... this is false information?” Conna said in disbelief. ”The culprit isn’t Antonin Dolohov, but someone else?”

”I think, that’s probably right.” Kael nodded, ”Otherwise, why do you think Umbridge suddenly got so brave.”

”Did you know they would do this?” Cedric asked, ”So this is Fudge’s plan, to blame what others did on the Death Eaters?”

”Well, sort of.” Kael said, ”But it’s also beneficial, at least it reminds everyone not to forget that the Death Eaters are still lurking in the dark.”

After such a long time, the students at Hogwarts seemed to gradually forget about You-Know-Who, but after reading today’s newspaper, they finally remembered again.

In no time, the castle was once again engulfed in panic.

But some were skeptical, like those who knew Umbridge, such as Harry from Gryffindor, and Ron.

”She doesn’t seem like the type to do such a thing.” Harry said emphatically.

When it came to confronting the Death Eaters, no one was more familiar than him; the Order of Phoenix was all about this.

And Umbridge... to be honest, Harry couldn’t connect her with the Order of Phoenix members or the Aurors no matter what.

”But that’s what the newspaper says.” Hermione flipped through the Daily Prophet over and over, as if hoping to find something they missed in the corners.

But even after almost pressing her face to the newspaper, she found nothing.

”The newspaper says Umbridge led a team of Beaters to the street as fast as possible, and many people saw it.”

”The information in the newspapers could also be fake.” Ron said, ”Remember? They insisted not long ago that You-Know-Who hadn’t come back.”

”Exactly.” Harry nodded. He steadfastly refused to believe that Umbridge would do such a thing.

It’s just as impossible as Snape awarding points to Gryffindor.

Just like them, many others also remembered the long-absent Headmaster Dumbledore.

Since morning, the castle was abuzz with discussions.

”Who remembers when the headmaster left the school?”

”Don’t know, it’s probably been a long time.”

”I remember he didn’t appear after the Christmas holidays.”

”No, it was mid-February...”

”I think it was March.”

...

Everyone had different opinions, but the only sure thing was that with Dumbledore absent from the school, it always felt much less safe.

But soon, they had no time to think about these things anymore.

Because the Easter holidays arrived.

As a tradition at Hogwarts, the two-week Easter holiday was more like a homework frenzy.

The professors seemed to be engaged in a competition to see who could push people to the brink of collapse the most, mercilessly assigning homework.

Everyone was numb looking at the holiday assignments, as just the requirements filled an entire Parchment.

”Are the professors crazy?” Mikel shivered, ”There’s so much homework, we can’t finish it in a month.”

”Then we’ll just have to stay up all night writing.” Ryan glanced at him expressionlessly, ”Don’t forget, the Easter holiday is only two weeks.”

”Oh!” Mikel let out a wail of anguish.

That’s how it was for the sixth years, let alone the fifth years about to take the OWLs.

Hermione originally planned to hold a few more DA meetings during the holidays, but after seeing the amount of homework, she directly crumpled up that schedule sheet.

Impossible, no one would want to join any meetings at this time, which could be seen from Harry’s and Ron’s reactions.

The two sat numbly in armchairs in the common room, as if they’d been hit by a Petrification Spell.

”What are they doing, why bother having a holiday.” Ron said hoarsely.

”I think the professors probably want me to forget about You-Know-Who and the Death Eaters.” Hermione said.

”Well, they’ve succeeded.” Harry sighed, ”In these two weeks, we probably won’t think of anything other than homework?”

”Hermione...” Ron suddenly lifted his head, hopefully saying: ”You’re our only hope now.”

”You should write it yourselves...” Hermione said half-heartedly, and then inadvertently glanced at the assignment list again, ”Alright, I’ll try, but you better not count on me for everything.”

”Of course.” Ron and Harry said hastily: ”We’ve even canceled Quidditch practice.”

In fact, not long ago Angelina Johnson had come to them about this, as she was in seventh year preparing for the NEWTs, she had not only to write assignments but also to find time to review, much busier than the fifth years.