With Amanda's intervention, the events that occurred at the Quidditch World Cup Final were resolved in a very short amount of time.
Consequently, most of those at the Quidditch World Cup Final did not leave their campsite, but instead slept peacefully in their tents until the next morning before departing.
As for the Muggle administrator and his family who were harmed by the heads of those Pure-blood families, Amanda arranged for staff to transport them overnight to St Mungos Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
The next morning, after Amanda had prepared breakfast and brought it to the table, Mrs. Weasley emerged from her room fully dressed.
"Amanda, why are you up so early?" Seeing Amanda bringing breakfast to the table, Mrs. Weasley was momentarily stunned, then stepped forward and affectionately ruffled her hair.
"Good morning, Mrs. Weasley. My sleep duration is six hours; from the time I went to bed last night until I woke up, it has been exactly six hours."
Amanda set down the breakfast and greeted Mrs. Weasley politely.
"You are far too disciplined, but as a child, it's better to sleep a bit more."
Looking at the sumptuous breakfast on the table, Mrs. Weasley's gaze toward Amanda became increasingly soft and affectionate.
"We were supposed to be the ones taking you children out, yet we've let you do the cooking; I really feel a bit embarrassed."
"It's no trouble. Since I woke up early, I might as well make breakfast."
Amanda shook her head with a calm expression and lifted her left hand to check the time. "I'll go wake Hermione."
"Alright," Mrs. Weasley nodded with a smile, while also turning toward her own children's rooms. "I'll go wake Ron and the others as well."
"Hermione, Hermione, wake up and eat breakfast."
Amanda stood slightly on her tiptoes and gently nudged Hermione, who was sleeping on the top bunk.
"Mmm... okay."
Hermione's voice sounded low and soft. After a short while, she slowly sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes groggily.
After waking up for a moment, Hermione climbed down from the bed and gave Amanda a light hug by the bedside.
"You were truly amazing last night."
Amanda offered a small smile and shook her head, her voice remaining as calm as water.
"Hermione was also very impressive yesterday."
"Me?"
Hermione released Amanda and quickly tidied her hair with both hands. "I mainly relied on you last night; you were the one who subdued those Pure-blood family heads."
"Besides," Hermione reached out and smilingly tapped Amanda's nose, "I know very well that even if I hadn't stepped out to speak yesterday, you could have handled the situation."
"You were the one who left the final closing work to me." That is to say, she had left the part that most increased prestige and public support to her.
Amanda did not deny Hermione's statement; she simply continued to nod with a smile of affirmation. "It was the best choice. Through those Pure-blood family heads, it helps Hermione gain public support and popular sentiment."
"Hermione's goal is to become the Minister for Magic, so you need these things more than I do."
Hermione's interest was piqued immediately, and she looked at Amanda with great curiosity.
"Why haven't you thought about becoming the Y Country Minister for Magic? If you wanted to, it would probably be even easier for you than for me."
Given Amanda's current economic and personal strength, as well as the level of support she had from all The Ravenclaws in the Wizarding World, Hermione dared to say that if she wanted to be Minister for Magic, not many people would want to oppose her—or rather, would dare to.
"I am not suited for it."
Amanda rejected the idea without hesitation. "An excellent leader needs to have great love and a benevolent heart; it is not something that can be achieved simply by having enough strength, influence, and analytical ability."
Stepping forward slowly, Amanda reached out and gently tapped Hermione's chest. "Hermione is a strong person, but she is also a strong person who naturally pities the weak."
"Hermione is the one suited to be a leader."
As for those things that require a ruthless heart or facing the dark side, wasn't there still her?
"I'm not as good as you say."
With Amanda's hand touching her chest, Hermione's face reddened slightly. She reached out, pinched Amanda's cheek, and gave it a gentle tug.
"Alright, alright, I'm going to wash up and then go out for breakfast."
Feeling the heat on her face threatening to intensify, Hermione hurriedly fled into the nearby washroom.
Amanda watched Hermione's retreating back and tilted her head in confusion.
Did Hermione leave so quickly because she was embarrassed by the praise?
Not dwelling too much on this question she couldn't figure out, Amanda waited until Hermione finished washing up before walking out with her to the dining area inside the tent for breakfast.
"Amanda, your cooking is truly wonderful."
Mrs. Weasley held a sandwich in one hand and gave Amanda a thumbs-up with the other.
"Thank you for the compliment, Mrs. Weasley," Amanda nodded mechanically. "I'm glad you like it."
Looking at Amanda's polite demeanor and then at the sumptuous spread on the table,
Mrs. Weasley silently shifted her gaze toward Ron, The Twins, and Ginny.
The four children, who were eating heartily, suddenly froze under their mother's stare.
"Did you make Mom angry?" Fred shot a look at George.
George shook his head minutely and blinked at Fred in code. "No, was it you?"
Fred also shook his head with a bewildered expression. They then exchanged glances with Ginny and Ron, and after confirming that none of them had angered their mother, the four children became even more confused.
None of them had made Mom angry, so why was she staring at them like that?
The silent exchange between the four children naturally did not escape the eyes of Mrs. Weasley. She cleared her throat and looked at her four grown children with a smile.
"Fred, George, from tomorrow until the day we return to school, you two will follow me to learn how to cook."
"Huh?"
"What?"
The twin brothers, who were usually the ones causing others confusion, now looked at their mother in shock.
Why did Mom suddenly bring this up? But thinking about it carefully... at their age, it did seem like they really should learn to cook?
Though they were usually mischievous and loved to play, they never missed out on things they ought to learn and lacked the spoiled attitudes of young masters. After their initial shock, both immediately nodded.
"Alright, Mom."
"We will definitely learn well."
Mrs. Weasley narrowed her eyes slightly, though her face remained smiling. "I hope so. You two learn well and set an example for Ron and Ginny."
"I will also be teaching you properly for the rest of the holiday."
As she spoke, she gave a gentle smile to Ron and Ginny. The brother and sister looked at each other and nodded hastily.
It was just learning to cook; that was nothing. They had thought they had inadvertently committed some mistake and that Mom was going to lecture them.
Sitting next to Hermione and eating breakfast slowly, Amanda instinctively moved her plate away after hearing the sound of flapping wings.
Sure enough, a moment later, an Owl landed directly in front of her.
"Give me your plate first."
Hermione reached out to take the plate from Amanda's hand, while Amanda detached a copy of The Daily Prophet from the Owl's leg.
"I didn't subscribe to The Daily Prophet."
Amanda frowned, looking at The Daily Prophet in her hand with confusion.
Regardless of whether she had subscribed or not, now that their Owl had delivered the newspaper, she still had to pay.
Amanda reached into her wizard robe pocket for money, but before she could take any out, the Owl standing on the table in front of her snatched a small piece of bread and flew away with a flap of its wings.
"I haven't paid yet?" Amanda's frown deepened. Taking things without paying was incorrect behavior; it was wrong.
"It should be said that The Daily Prophet isn't accepting your money," Hermione said, placing Amanda's plate back in front of her and correcting her words. "Consider it their treat for you to read the paper."
"Alright."
Amanda nodded, accepting this explanation in her mind. She then opened the newspaper, which featured a large headline: 'The Miracle of the Quidditch World Cup Final Night — Twin Stars of a New Era'.
Looking at this title, Amanda's mind was full of question marks. Twin Stars of a New Era? Did it refer to Krum and someone else who appeared at the Quidditch World Cup Final?
After all, he was certainly the most brilliant performer at the Quidditch World Cup Final.
However, after Amanda skimmed through the report, she realized that these 'Twin Stars of a New Era' referred to no one else but her and Hermione.
"Wow," Ron, who had just leaned over out of curiosity to look at the paper, gave a soft exclamation. "No wonder The Daily Prophet sent you the paper for free; it's because the report is about you—about you and Hermione."
"Me?" Hermione, who had continued eating breakfast after helping Amanda with her plate, swallowed a mouthful of bun and pointed at herself in confusion.
She then tilted her head to look at the newspaper in Amanda's hand. When she saw that The Daily Prophet had hailed her and Amanda as the Twin Stars of a New Era—calling her the future Political Morning Star of the new era and Amanda the future Magic Morning Star—Hermione's face visibly flushed with a rosy hue.
"The evaluation of Hermione is very accurate," Amanda said, having just finished reading the entire report quickly. She nodded with certainty. "Hermione will surely illuminate the future of the British Wizarding World, and even the future of the Y Country Muggle World."
"Oh, Merlin," Hermione said somewhat shyly, reaching out to pat her own cheeks. "Amanda, stop with the praise."
Amanda blinked and handed The Daily Prophet to Harry and the others, who were curious. "I am only speaking the truth."
"It really is rare," Sirius, who was leaning in with Harry to read The Daily Prophet, remarked in surprise. "This is the first time I've seen The Daily Prophet praise someone so unreservedly, especially after you clearly offended the Ministry of Magic last night."
"Indeed," Mr. Weasley also nodded, his expression looking relieved. "I was worried that this morning's report would speak ill of you."
This had caused him and his wife, Mrs. Weasley, to feel guilty for a long while last night. Even though they were the two adults present, they had somehow let two children, Amanda and Hermione, take the lead.
What if public opinion attacked them? What if the Ministry of Magic retaliated against them?
But last night, when they saw Amanda step out and saw Hermione begin her speech, they truly didn't have the heart to interrupt them.
Because at that moment, a surge of trust had also welled up from the bottom of their hearts—trust in Amanda and trust in Hermione.
It was as if they were certain that those two would definitely be fine, and that following them would definitely not be a mistake.
Hearing the reflections of Sirius and Mr. Weasley, Hermione, Harry, and Ron couldn't help but glance at Amanda.
Perhaps... they understood why The Daily Prophet would rather offend the Ministry of Magic than attack them, or even go so far as to praise them.
They also understood why The Daily Prophet had sent this issue of the newspaper to Amanda for free.
It was likely because of Amanda's previous feat of 'bombing' The Daily Prophet building. The Daily Prophet was showing goodwill—showing goodwill to Amanda.
It was a sign of their determination to turn over a new leaf, and also their way of currying favor with Amanda.
However, Amanda, the person involved, did not continue to think about it much. She wasn't yet able to fully understand matters involving so much emotion.
She couldn't use psychology and personality analysis to speculate on everyone's every action all the time. Since The Daily Prophet hadn't slandered Hermione or her friends, there was no need for her to analyze or speculate about them.
So now she was simply eating her breakfast, completely unaware that this was The Daily Prophet currying favor with her, attempting to erase the bad impression she had of them.
Once everyone had finished breakfast, Amanda, Hermione, and Harry worked together to pack away the two magical tents, and then everyone returned via portkey.
Amanda once again used the Levitation Charm to set Hermione steadily on the ground. Afterward, she and Hermione bid farewell to The Weasley Family and got into the car to return to the Granger Residence.
As soon as they arrived home, Mr. and Mrs. Granger, who were chatting in the living room, turned around and smilingly waved to the two children.
"Hermione, Amanda, how was the match?"
"Good morning, Auntie, Uncle. The match was very exciting." Amanda changed into her slippers, greeted Mr. and Mrs. Granger politely, and answered the question.
"The match was indeed quite good," Hermione also changed into her slippers, walked over to Mrs. Granger's side, and plopped down. "It's just that something happened after the match..."
"Something happened? What happened?"
Mrs. Granger's nerves immediately tensed up. Her gaze darted between Hermione and Amanda, who had just sat down beside Hermione. She only relaxed after confirming that neither showed any signs of injury.
Hermione sighed and recounted the events of the Pure-blood family heads harming the Muggle administrator's family to her parents.
Mr. and Mrs. Granger couldn't help but frown deeply upon hearing this.
"Arbitrarily harming others and oppressing others is not what true nobility would do. Those who can do such things do not deserve to be called true nobles."
Mr. Granger shook his head with a serious expression, while Mrs. Granger was more concerned about the situation of the Muggle administrator and his family.
Hearing Mrs. Granger's concern, Amanda spoke with an impassive face. "Auntie, there's no need to worry. Staff sent them to the magical hospital last night. They only need to rest quietly for a period of time to recover."
Upon hearing this news, Mr. and Mrs. Granger's hearts finally settled completely.
Looking at Mr. and Mrs. Granger and then at Hermione sitting beside her, Amanda thought she now understood very well where Hermione's kindness, her self-restraint, and her pity for the weak had come from.
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