"Yes, the Triwizard Tournament," Harry nodded and said, "Voldemort turned the Triwizard Cup into a Portkey, transporting me to Riddle's Old Mansion. However, I saw through his scheme and Professor Dumbledore arrived just in time to defeat him."
Harry didn't say that he defeated Voldemort; adding Professor Dumbledore obviously made it much more credible.
After all, apart from Harry, Professor Dumbledore is the only one Voldemort fears.
Precise!
"Alright, alright," Mr. Lovegood shivered as he recorded, "Can you tell some details, Mr. Potter?"
Harry recounted all details, making Mr. Lovegood even happier.
"Oh, and also about the Senior Investigator within Hogwarts," Harry didn't rush to conclude the interview but turned his fire towards Umbridge.
"Senior Investigator, I heard from Luna," said Mr. Lovegood, "She said this Senior Investigator is not a competent Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, I heard you drove her away, is that true?"
"Just from the fifth-grade classroom," Harry sighed, "You know, I couldn't drive her away completely; she represents the Ministry of Magic, and the Ministry wants to use her to control Hogwarts... Well, that's basically it."
After that, Harry detailed all the outrageously angry things Umbridge had done recently to Mr. Lovegood.
"I understand, I understand," Mr. Lovegood earnestly nodded, "I will report it, verbatim."
After the interview ended, Mr. Lovegood shook Harry's hand.
The next day, Luna brought over the February special edition of "Singing Against the Tune."
"Mr. Lovegood works quickly," Harry accepted the magazine with a smile, printed with his large, sunny, handsome face.
Below was a line of text: Harry Potter reveals the truth: he witnessed Voldemort return three times and unveiled the true face of the Senior Investigator.
"Oh," Hermione exclaimed while waving the magazine, standing up to look at Luna, "Her father is a qualified journalist, isn't he?"
"I think so too," Ron nodded approvingly, "He's a respectable person."
This magazine quickly spread throughout Hogwarts, with students eagerly ordering it from Luna, making "Singing Against the Tune" the new trend at Hogwarts.
Unavoidable to taste.
Meanwhile, they shared the magazine with their parents, letting them see Umbridge's recent actions and recognize her reactionary nature.
However, Umbridge reacted swiftly.
Within two days, large announcements plastered the school, not only on the House bulletin boards but also along corridors and in classrooms.
Hogwarts Senior Investigator's Decree
Any student found possessing the "Singing Against the Tune" magazine will be expelled immediately.
The above regulations comply with the "Twenty-Seventh Education Order."
Signature: Senior Investigator Dolores Jane Umbridge.
Teachers were, of course, forbidden by the Twenty-Sixth Education Order to mention the interview, but they still expressed their sentiments in various ways.
When Harry handed Professor Sprout a watering can, she added twenty points to Gryffindor.
Professor Flitwick cheerfully handed Harry a box of screaming sugar mice at the end of the Spell Class and hurriedly said "Shush!" before walking away.
Professor Trelawney began sobbing hysterically during Divination Class, announcing to the astonished students and a very displeased Umbridge that Harry would not die young, but was destined for longevity, would become the European Minister of Magic, and have sixteen children.
"Vivi's going to suffer," Hermione murmured self-deprecatingly upon hearing the news.
And Trelawney's actions provoked Umbridge's revenge.
Professors she couldn't offend, but Professor Trelawney was a soft target.
"Harry! Come quickly! Something's happened!"
While Harry was napping in the afternoon, Ron suddenly burst into the dormitory and shook Harry awake.
Harry groggily followed Ron outside, dressing as he went, joining the flow of students rushing out.
And the students coming from class also headed outside to see what had happened, many crowding the marble staircase.
Harry and Ron squeezed through a group of tall Slytherin students, seeing onlookers forming a large circle, some appearing shocked, others even looking fearful.
Professor McGonagall was directly opposite Harry; she seemed quite uncomfortable witnessing the scene.
Professor Trelawney stood in the center of the entrance hall, holding a magic wand in one hand and an empty bottle in the other, looking completely insane.
Her hair was disheveled, glasses askew, making one eye appear much larger than the other.
Her innumerable scarves and shawls hung haphazardly, making her appear a mess. Beside her sat two large trunks, one positioned as if it had been thrown from the stairs.
Professor Trelawney seemed to be staring fearfully at something beneath the stairs.
"No!" she screamed, "No! This can't be happening... It's impossible... I refuse to accept it!"
"You didn't foresee this?" a small sharp voice chuckled, seemingly amused.
Harry shifted to the right and saw the object of Trelawney's terror was indeed Professor Umbridge.
"Though you couldn't even predict tomorrow's weather, surely you realized your abysmal performance in my classes and subsequent lack of improvement would inevitably lead to your dismissal?"