"Impulsive, too impulsive, Miss Granger."
Professor McGonagall spoke with an expression that was half-worried and half-proud; of course, if the curve of her lips were a bit less pronounced, her words might have been slightly more convincing.
"By Merlin, it's the first time I've seen the Ravenclaw children so spirited and united."
Professor Flitwick's mood was also very high; seeing the students of his own house united, which Dean wouldn't be happy?
As for what the Ministry of Magic and those Pure-blood families would think after hearing this news, Professor Flitwick felt it wasn't important.
He would protect his own students; Professor Flitwick didn't think any of them could harm his students in front of him.
The Ravenclaw Eagles sat back in their seats one after another, continuing to eat lunch unhurriedly.
At the other three long tables, the Slytherins were silent, the Gryffindors whispered, and the Hufflepuffs were hesitating whether to follow Ravenclaw's decision this time.
But everyone knew that something invisible in the Wizarding World had begun to change from this moment on.
After lunch, Amanda stood up and followed Hermione back to the Dormitory, while Cho Chang, Marietta Eckmore, and Penelope joined the "army" formed by other Ravenclaws.
They marched to the Owlery to write letters to their parents.
During this day's lunch break, almost half of the public Owls in Hogwarts were dispatched.
At the same time, among them were many private Owls from Slytherin House students.
Everyone was conveying what had happened in the Great Hall today.
Until Cho Chang and Marietta Eckmore returned to the Dormitory, Amanda was staring blankly at the water cup in front of her with her wand.
"What's wrong?"
Cho Chang walked to Hermione's side and asked softly, and Hermione shook her head just as ignorantly.
"I don't know either. Amanda has been like this since we got back to the Dormitory. I thought she might be thinking about something, so I didn't go over to disturb her."
"Alright." Cho Chang nodded, no longer dwelling on it, and turned back to her bed.
Hermione and Marietta Eckmore also returned to their beds and leaned back; as long as nothing was wrong with Amanda, it was fine.
Lunch break should be utilized well; thinking of this, the three of them simultaneously pulled their bed curtains and began their nap.
Almost the moment they pulled their curtains, Amanda's gaze swept over the three curtains one by one, a hint of softness revealing in the depths of her eyes.
It was immediately replaced by indifference, as lines of formulas and algorithms flashed continuously in her brain.
How to generate a large enough amount of energy, how to compress this massive energy, how to pack such energy into a small-volume weapon, and how to make the weapon successfully release the energy.
Her brain was running rapidly; Amanda constantly dug deep into the knowledge she had learned, constructing an incredibly complex manufacturing diagram in her mind.
A path that might normally take ten or even decades to traverse was completed by Amanda in an instant.
After all, she only needed to design a weapon reasonable enough to achieve her goal; as for the craftsmanship and materials needed to manufacture such a weapon, she didn't need to consider them at all.
Drawing her wand, Amanda's mind conjured that incredibly complex yet clear design; she waved her wand and chanted the spell.
The water cup in front of her slowly underwent a fundamental change, and Amanda could feel a large amount of her magic being drained away.
However, compared to her own magic capacity, she could easily withstand the loss of this magic.
Supported by magic, the water cup's transformation was very fast; after just one second, it turned into a pistol-shaped weapon shimmering with blue light.
Picking up the weapon she had transformed with her left hand, Amanda examined it carefully.
The structural transformation was normal, the internal energy transformation was normal; it seemed to be filled by her own magic, but through the amplification device built into the weapon's structure, the magic she filled in should be able to exert even greater destructive power.
Holding the weapon in her left hand and waving her wand with her right, items such as the quill, ink bottle, and parchment in front of Amanda floated behind her.
The design diagram was rapidly constructed and perfected in her mind; every formula and every piece of knowledge required no excessive thought, and every derivation was logical.
There was no need to think about more problems; with magic cooperating, Amanda could perfectly manifest those highly destructive weapons she had constructed in her mind.
Buzz... After a slight vibration, five small metallic spheres shimmering with light floated behind Amanda; at the same time, nearly one-tenth of her magic had been consumed.
Stowing her wand, Amanda looked down at the weapon in her left hand; the metallic spheres behind her also flew in front of her, constantly flashing with a red light that made one feel uneasy.
Hermione wanted to create a better future for herself and the world; no one should question Hermione, and no one would.
Putting the weapon into the pocket of her wizard robe, Amanda stood up, went back to her bed, lay down, and slowly closed her eyes.
In the afternoon, the third-year Ravenclaw Eagles were to have Charms Class, together with Hufflepuff.
During the class, the curve of Professor Flitwick's lips never went down; Amanda, who actively answered questions, was awarded nearly twenty points by him, and the Little Badgers in class with them applauded silently.
Well, it seemed that the ideas of their good partners, The Ravenclaws, were very much welcomed by their Professor.
After Charms Class ended, Amanda stood up and walked towards the classroom door with her schoolbag.
Professor Flitwick, however, reached out in time and called her back.
"Miss Amanda, please wait a moment."
Amanda's footsteps paused; she turned around and nodded politely to Professor Flitwick.
"Professor Flitwick, is there something the matter?"
Professor Flitwick chuckled and waved his wand to pack things up. "Nothing major, I just wanted to say that if you need it, you can come to me for a pass to the Restricted Section."
"You've almost finished reading the books outside the Restricted Section of the Hogwarts Library, haven't you? It's really the first time I've seen a child who is about to finish all the books."
Amanda was stunned and looked at Professor Flitwick, tilting her head mechanically. "Professor Flitwick, aren't you afraid I'll read books from the Restricted Section and learn things I shouldn't?"
Professor Flitwick waved his hand. "I trust your character, Miss Amanda."
"And as you once said yourself, ordinary magic can sometimes possess capabilities that the Dark Arts can't even dream of; knowledge itself is neither good nor bad, the good or bad lies in the human heart."
Amanda nodded seriously, her lips curling up almost imperceptibly. "Thank you for your trust, Professor Flitwick. Once I've finished the remaining books, I'll come to you for the authorization slip."
"Good, go and have dinner now."
Professor Flitwick smiled and waved to Amanda, signaling her to go first; Amanda bowed deeply to Professor Flitwick, then turned and walked out of the classroom.
Arriving in the Great Hall, she sat between Cho Chang and Marietta Eckmore; as soon as she sat down, the two seniors worked in perfect harmony, one putting meat and the other putting vegetables, filling her plate.
"Thank you."
Amanda thanked them politely and took a large bite of steak; Cho Chang and Marietta Eckmore sitting beside her—or rather, the Eagles at the entire Ravenclaw Table—each had a letter in hand, and some Young Wizards even held several.
"My mom said that what happened at noon was reported to Fudge by some Pure-blood families; he and his supporters, especially that Dolores Umbridge, are quite furious."
"She told us to remember to be careful."
Marietta Eckmore put the letter in her hand aside and took a sip of pumpkin juice unconcernedly.
She wasn't worried that her mother would be targeted in the Ministry of Magic because of what happened at noon.
If it were just her alone, her mother might indeed be targeted.
But now it was the entire Ravenclaw House; targeting? Targeting all Ravenclaw graduates?
Then the fun would be huge; the Ministry of Magic could just close down on the spot.
"Mm-hmm, my dad also said the Auror department received information, seemingly asking them to pay more attention to Hogwarts."
"Nominally it's to guard against Sirius Black, but everyone knows the actual intent."
Penelope sat next to Cho Chang, flipping through the letter in her hand. "A senior who graduated last year and works at The Daily Prophet told me that Umbridge contacted Rita Skeeter; it's very likely a report will come out tomorrow."
"Tsk," a sixth-year senior girl sitting opposite them frowned deeply. "They're going to slander us and Miss Granger."
"How so?"
Hermione looked at the others present with some confusion, not quite understanding why mentioning Rita Skeeter meant slander.
"Hermione, you're from the Muggle World so you don't know; Rita Skeeter is a notorious character."
Penelope wrinkled her nose as she spoke. "Her articles never care whether there's a factual basis—she catches at shadows, slanders, and spreads rumors."
"But there are still many people in the Wizarding World who like her articles."
"You two don't look at The Daily Prophet tomorrow."
Cho Chang reached out and rubbed the hair of both Amanda and Hermione. "Don't let it affect your mood."
"It's fine," Hermione waved her hand nonchalantly. "Let her say what she wants, I don't care anyway; it's not like I lose anything if she insults me."
"Not bad, quite a good mindset; you're indeed suited for the Ministry of Magic."
Marietta Eckmore nodded approvingly.
As the female Prefect, Penelope spent the entire dinner time eating while tallying the replies from everyone in Ravenclaw.
Once she finished the last bite of ice cream, she shook the spoon in her hand with a smile.
"Good news; given Amanda's performance over the past two years, and the fact that everyone's parents trust them quite a bit..."
"Many Ravenclaw seniors and parents in the research industry have temporarily withheld their latest patents and are not cooperating with Pure-blood families or the Ministry of Magic."
"As for the previous ones, there's room to maneuver."
Penelope winked at Hermione as she spoke, and Hermione understood instantly.
"Tomorrow's The Daily Prophet?"
"Exactly," Penelope snapped her fingers. "As long as Rita Skeeter really says something she shouldn't tomorrow."
"Then, from the perspective of protecting our Ravenclaw students, at least eighty percent of the research and patent licensing in the Wizarding World will be cut off."
"I will pay for the financial losses caused to everyone."
Amanda, who had finished eating, suddenly chimed in, reaching out to place her money bag and black card on the long table.
"You're quite generous," Cho Chang said, poking her forehead between laughter and tears. "This is a collective action by all Ravenclaws in the British Wizarding World; how could we let you foot the bill? Or do you not acknowledge us?"
"I didn't mean that, it's just that you shouldn't have to pay..."
Before she could finish, Marietta Eckmore stuffed the money bag and black card back into Amanda's wizard robe pocket. "There's no'should' or'shouldn't'; Ravenclaw is a whole. What you want to do is what we want to do. It's only right for everyone to work together and contribute together."
"Alright..." Amanda pursed her lips, no longer dwelling on it.
The Eagles in the Great Hall stood up laughing and talking, walking towards the Great Hall doors; behind them, many Slytherin Young Wizards were looking at them with gloating expressions, holding letters sent from home.
Let's see if these guys can still be this happy tomorrow morning.
Sitting at her desk looking at her Potion Class textbook, Amanda waited until Hermione and the two seniors had all fallen asleep before standing up.
Opening the window expressionlessly, five metal spheres instantly darted out from her wizard robe pocket.
Her gaze was half-dead and half-cold as she looked at the night sky; Amanda felt no fluctuation in her heart, and there was only one thought in her mind.
She hadn't expected that having just succeeded in the transformation yesterday, she might be able to use them tomorrow.
Closing the window and going back to bed to lie down, Amanda closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep; the metal spheres she had released, imbued with tracking magic, were rapidly approaching the location of The Daily Prophet in the night wind.
The next morning, after Amanda had almost finished her breakfast, Hermione and most of the Hogwarts Young Wizards also entered the Great Hall.
"Good morning."
Hermione greeted Amanda and sat down beside her.
Since she had already sat at the Ravenclaw Table twice before, there was nothing wrong with continuing to sit there.
"Good morning, Hermione."
Amanda replied in a flat voice, though the stiffness was much less than before.
"Good morning." Cho Chang and Marietta Eckmore also walked in, and after greeting the two juniors, they sat down beside them.
Penelope followed closely behind; after sitting down, her eyes frequently glanced towards the Great Hall windows.
"Just waiting for today's The Daily Prophet."
Hermione also nodded with a smile. "I'm actually looking forward to what that reporter can slander me with."
But she'd better not involve Amanda... otherwise, Hermione's hand holding the fork tightened hard, making the fork creak.
Amanda's eyes flickered as she listened to Hermione; it was an obvious fact that the reporter would slander Hermione, herself, and everyone in Ravenclaw—one didn't even need to think to know.
And they indeed needed this opportunity to give the vast number of Ravenclaws in the British Wizarding World a legitimate reason to take action against the Pure-blood families and the Ministry of Magic.
This was a collective decision; a bit of scolding and slander was fine as long as there were gains.
But at the thought of Hermione being scolded and slandered, and everyone in Ravenclaw being scolded and slandered.
Amanda's brain tightened hard; just this once, she thought, stroking her wand in her hand.
After today, the entire British Wizarding World—no, the entire Wizarding World—would know that improper remarks targeting Hermione and everyone else would happen just this once.
Cold thoughts flowed through her mind as the five metal spheres flashed with red light in the sky, floating unnoticed and surrounding the place where The Daily Prophet was located.
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