HP Magic Biography

You're targeting my mother, Seamus growled.

I'm only going to take aim at anyone who calls me a liar, Harry said.

Don't talk to me that way!

I'll talk to you the way I want, said Harry, his anger rising, and he grabbed his wand from the bedside table. If you think it's a problem living in the same dormitory with me, then ask Professor McGonagall if he can change it for you so that your mother won't worry—

Don't involve my mother, Potter!

What's wrong? Ron appeared at the door. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Harry, who was kneeling on the bed and pointing his wand at Seamus, and then looked at Seamus, who was also very angry.

He's targeting my mother! Seamus yelled.

What? said Ron. Harry wouldn't do that - we met your mother and liked her...

That was before she believed everything written about me in the Daily Prophet! said Harry at the top of his voice.

Oh, a look of understanding appeared on Ron's freckled face. Oh yes.

What do you know? Seamus said excitedly, giving Ron a malicious look. He's right. I don't want to share a dorm with him again. He's crazy.

You've lost your mind, Seamus, said Ron, his ears starting to turn red - usually a sign of danger.

Losing my mind, me? Seamus called, turning pale in contrast to Ron. You believe his nonsense about Voldemort, don't you, and you think he's telling the truth?

Yes, I do! said Ron angrily.

Then you're crazy too, Seamus said in disgust.

Really? Well, man, unfortunately, I'm still a prefect! Ron pointed to his chest with a finger. If you don't want to be confined, watch what you say!

Seamus thought for a few seconds, as if confinement was a fair price to pay for what he had said; but with a whirling creak of his heels, Seamus jumped onto the bed and yanked down the curtains ferociously, removing them from the bed. The bed was torn off and dusty in a pile on the floor.

Ron stared at him, then to Thomas and Neville. Who else's parents are unhappy with Harry? he said aggressively.

My parents were Muggles, man, said Thomas, shrugging. They don't know anything about Hogwarts, and I'm not that stupid to tell them that.

You don't know my mother, she'll tell anyone about anything! snapped Seamus. Your parents won't read the Daily Prophet anyway. They won't know that our Headmaster has been expelled from the Wizards Jury and the International Confederation of Wizards for losing his mind—

My granny said that was bullshit, Neville snapped. She said the Daily Prophet was falling, not Dumbledore. She didn't have a subscription. We trusted Harry, Neville said simply. He climbed into bed, pulled the covers up to his chin, and looked at Seamus seriously. My grandma used to say that Voldemort would come back one day. She said that if Dumbledore said he was back, then he really was.

Harry felt a sudden surge of gratitude towards Neville. No one said a word again. Seamus lowered his wand, mended the curtains on the bed and disappeared inside. Thomas rolled over on the bed and fell silent. Neville, who didn't seem to have anything to say, was lovingly looking at his weird plant under the moonlight.

Harry threw himself on the pillows as Ron hurriedly stood by the bed and cleared his bed.

He was shocked to have such an argument with Seamus, who he had always liked very much.

So, how many people will think he is lying? Or think he's insane? Did Dumbledore experience the same thing throughout the summer vacation? First a jury of wizards, then the International Confederation of Wizards, excluded him. Could he be mad at Harry, and maybe that was why Dumbledore hadn't contacted him for months?

But in the end, they were in the same situation; Dumbledore trusted him, Harry, to tell the whole school, and the wizarding world outside, what he said.

If anyone thought Harry was a liar, he must have thought so too, or Dumbledore had been duped.

Someday they'll know we're right.

Harry thought wretchedly as Ron climbed into bed and blew out the last candle in the dormitory. But he wanted to know how many attacks like Seamo's he would face before that day came.

Undoubtedly, this is not a minority.

It can be seen from the weird eyes after getting on the train, there is no doubt that he is the focus now, because of his lies?

lie?

Why didn't anyone ask Cedric?

Well, Cedric is also a poor man, forced to change his identity as a human wizard and become a vampire, living on that viscous liquid every day.

Harry felt that he was very sorry for Cedric. If he hadn't been so obsessed with pulling Cedric together, Cedric would not have become like this.

To face Voldemort and almost die there.

There seemed to be no difference between becoming a vampire and dying in that cemetery. Suddenly, Harry was a little glad that Cedric hadn't stayed at Hogwarts. Otherwise, would Cedric also have to bear this kind of questioning?

Or complete silence?

It is absolutely impossible for Fan Lin to silence Cedric. Harry knows very well that with Fan Lin's personality, he will do what is beneficial to things, but this must be a very heavy burden for Cedric.

Just like being questioned as the heir of Slytherin at that time, in the eyes of more people, he is now an out-and-out liar, together with his crazy headmaster.

And that Umbridge, which made Harry feel really bad.

It was uncomfortable from the woman sitting there, and from the attitude of everyone, it was obvious that few people would like this guy, and she was from the Ministry of Magic, working for Fudge...

How could Dumbledore have allowed Umbridge, who had clearly come to trouble him, to be their Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?

Harry couldn't figure out why Dumbledore would get himself into trouble, but...

Maybe Hogwarts is not as good as imagined, at least in the Order of the Phoenix, no one went back to question him, but it's not the same here.