For the Slytherins at Hogwarts, this day was undoubtedly extremely difficult.
Although the Professors' attitudes toward them hadn't changed at all compared to the past, the students from the other three houses had clearly begun to treat them as enemies.
Even the most peaceful Little Badgers would show expressions of disgust and dodge to the side when they saw them on the road.
It was as if they feared that if they were a step too slow, they would be slandered by Rita Skeeter under their instigation.
Clearly, the two news stories that the families behind them had instigated Rita Skeeter to produce had truly infuriated everyone.
Outside the school, before it was even time for lunch, and not long after The Daily Prophet Building had been destroyed,
an overwhelming number of Owls flew over and dropped hundreds of letters, completely burying Rita Skeeter.
Among them were many Howlers that automatically exploded when the time came, emitting roars of extreme rage.
"You shameless vile thing, slandering your former Professor!"
"Are you trying to ruin the lives of two girls?! How dare you spread such rumors! Someone like you should be locked in Azkaban to receive a Dementor's Kiss, you bitch."
All sorts of curses filled the air. The staff of The Daily Prophet standing nearby were dumbfounded; it was the first time they realized that cursing could be done in so many different ways.
One lady from Ravenclaw, her pen flying across the paper, recorded the words shouted by the Howlers as fast as she could.
In any case, she had already decided to go to the Editor-in-Chief of The Daily Prophet and resign shortly.
Then she would start her own newspaper. Wasn't it just a propaganda mouthpiece? The Pure-blood families and the Ministry of Magic had The Daily Prophet.
Then The Ravenclaws would create a Wizarding World Gazette for Lynn and Hermione; she had even thought of the name for the paper.
The first issue's report would be about the various ways Rita Skeeter was being cursed; it would definitely drive the readership up!
At this moment, the various Pure-blood families of the British Wizarding World and the Ministry of Magic were also feeling exceptionally miserable.
They had all received letters revoking patent authorizations at the same time. Except for St Mungos Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, nearly eighty percent of the Potions and magical items on the market were banned from sale at the same time.
Even the latest flying broomstick, the firebolt, which was currently in pre-sale, had its pre-sales shut down directly, and all orders were placed in a suspended state.
With just two reports, Rita Skeeter had successfully paralyzed more than half of the British Wizarding World.
When Lynn finished her full day of classes and arrived at the Great Hall for dinner, the Little Snakes had already put on masks of pain, sitting in their seats with faces full of bitterness, unable to say a word.
They just lowered their heads and ate dinner in silence; some couldn't even eat anymore, covering their faces as tears fell like they cost nothing.
"Oh Merlin, do they have to be so dramatic?"
Marietta frowned deeply as she looked at the low-spirited Little Snakes, many of whom were crying incessantly in their seats.
"Our Ravenclaw patent authorizations have only been suspended for a day; is it really worth all this?"
"Indeed, Lynn and Hermione didn't say anything even after being slandered like that."
Maranhao nodded and added another piece of steak to Lynn's plate beside her.
Lynn shook her head, cut the steak, and put it in her mouth, saying with an expressionless calm,
"I blew up The Daily Prophet Building. The kind where not even ashes are left."
"Pfft! Cough, cough, cough..."
The three seniors sitting next to her choked violently upon hearing her words, and after a bout of heart-wrenching coughing, they turned to look at her.
Penelope, who had originally intended to explain to her juniors why the Slytherins were so broken, immediately pushed that matter aside.
"You blew up The Daily Prophet Building? When did this happen?"
"This morning."
Lynn looked up, her eyes a mix of dead silence and indifference as she looked at Penelope.
"But weren't you with us all morning? And later you went to Potion Class with Hermione."
"Hermione, did Lynn ever leave during Potion Class?"
Maranhao turned to ask Hermione, who had just walked over to the Ravenclaw Table.
Hermione was taken aback by the question. She sat down, took a sip of pumpkin juice, and shook her head. "No, Lynn never left during Potion Class. Is something wrong, Senior Maranhao?"
"Why do you ask?"
As she spoke, she looked Lynn up and down; nothing seemed out of place, and she wasn't injured.
"Uh... Lynn blew up The Daily Prophet Building."
Maranhao wanted to organize her words to make this sound a bit less shocking, but she failed.
No matter how she organized her words, it was useless!
"What?" Hermione turned to look at Lynn, and Lynn looked back at Hermione.
The indifference in her eyes was replaced by determination, a mix of dead silence and resolve, as if saying: they slandered you, so I had to blow that place up to give them a warning.
Hermione pursed her lips and reached out to rub Lynn's hair. "Thank you for your hard work. You didn't actually kill anyone, did you?"
As she asked, Hermione was already thinking about what she would need to do if Lynn really had killed someone to ensure that what Lynn had done wouldn't be known by others.
She also couldn't let Lynn develop any psychological burden because of it.
"I didn't," Lynn shook her head with a cold expression. "You said that life is precious and that I'm not allowed to kill people randomly."
"Oh, Merlin, you're so obediently cute."
Hermione rubbed Lynn's cheeks vigorously. A Lynn who would remember her every word and seriously follow them step by step...
She simply adored her too much. Of course, it would be even better if she could have more thoughts of her own.
"But since that's the case, then it's fine. If it's blown up, then it's blown up. No one discovered that you did it, right?"
"No."
Lynn shook her head mechanically again. "That's good," Hermione nodded with a smile, not feeling at all that there was anything wrong with what Lynn had done.
The corners of the three seniors' mouths sitting nearby twitched simultaneously. Hermione was now pampering Lynn to such an extent.
However... "Well done."
The three of them spoke together, praising Lynn. They felt the same way.
"But I'm more curious about how you did it? After all, according to Hermione, you never left Hogwarts this morning."
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