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 Amanda 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 Amanda 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 Eckmore 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, Amanda and Hermione didn't say anything even after being slandered like that."
Cho Chang nodded and added another piece of steak to Amanda's plate beside her.
Amanda 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."
Amanda 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 Amanda ever leave during Potion Class?"
Cho Chang 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, Amanda never left during Potion Class. Is something wrong, Senior Cho Chang?"
"Why do you ask?"
As she spoke, she looked Amanda up and down; nothing seemed out of place, and she wasn't injured.
"Uh... Amanda blew up The Daily Prophet Building."
Cho Chang 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 Amanda, and Amanda 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 Amanda'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 Amanda really had killed someone to ensure that what Amanda had done wouldn't be known by others.
She also couldn't let Amanda develop any psychological burden because of it.
"I didn't," Amanda 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 Amanda's cheeks vigorously. A Amanda 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."
Amanda shook her head mechanically again. "That's good," Hermione nodded with a smile, not feeling at all that there was anything wrong with what Amanda had done.
The corners of the three seniors' mouths sitting nearby twitched simultaneously. Hermione was now pampering Amanda to such an extent.
However... "Well done."
The three of them spoke together, praising Amanda. 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."
Marietta Eckmore looked at Amanda with great interest, very curious about what kind of method her 'miraculous junior' had used to blow up The Daily Prophet Building without being present herself.
"Missiles?"
Hermione instinctively made a guess, but she quickly shook her head.
"No, no, it's impossible for you to be able to control missiles."
Facing the unified inquisitive gazes of the four girls, five small metal balls flew out of Amanda's wizard robe pocket.
"Laser Funnels, manufactured using Transfiguration according to certain Muggle physical and chemical principles."
"I can control them to accurately strike anyone I can find within Britain."
"Amazing!"
Penelope leaned in to carefully examine the five small metal balls. "On the surface, they really don't look like something that could blow up a building."
"I'm afraid no one would even be able to see them flying in the sky."
"Yes," the corners of Amanda's mouth curled up slightly. "This morning, no one noticed their existence at all."
"Tsk tsk tsk, fortunately Amanda isn't You-Know-Who."
Marietta Eckmore shook her head and sighed, then realized she had misspoke and gave herself two light slaps on the mouth.
"What am I saying? Of course Amanda wouldn't be You-Know-Who, after all, you are so good and so cute."
As she spoke, she couldn't help but reach out and poke Amanda's cheek. Hmm, it was soft and bouncy; no wonder Hermione was pinching it so enthusiastically just now.
"Senior Marietta doesn't need to worry about it."
Amanda shook her head, returning to her indifferent expression. "According to data analysis, if I hadn't met you all, there was indeed a certain probability that I would have become like Voldemort, other than the option of death."
"A terrifying hypothesis," Cho Chang shuddered at the name. "If Amanda really became a Dark Lord, the British Wizarding World probably wouldn't last a month."
"That's too much; a week should be enough."
Penelope shrugged and said self-deprecatingly, "With the level of unity in our Wizarding World, hardly anyone would resist at all. Coupled with Amanda's methods, which are even more endless than those of You-Know-Who, it would be good if we could last a week."
Amanda blinked and did not say the results of the calculation in her brain.
According to her deduction, if she were truly like Voldemort and completely disregarded human life,
with her existing magic power, she could actually manage to sweep across the British Wizarding World within three days.
Of course, this was without considering the case where the true powerhouses of the British Wizarding World, such as Headmaster Dumbledore and Newt Scamander, were to intervene.
If they all stood on the opposing side, then according to the deduction, Amanda would need to spend an additional two days.
"So I still don't understand, do they really need to be in this much pain?"
Marietta Eckmore looked at the Slytherin Table with a look that was hard to describe, her face filled with speechlessness.
"They do."
Penelope nodded. "You haven't reached the point where you need to understand employment yet, so you might not be quite clear on what it means for eighty percent of the patents in the British Wizarding World to be in the hands of Ravenclaw."
"Simply put, the entire British Wizarding World, except for St Mungos which we deliberately let go, is now paralyzed."
"Various Potions and magical products can no longer be sold, and the Pure-blood families behind them need to compensate for all those breached orders."
"Uh, but don't we need to take any responsibility for this?"
Cho Chang looked at Penelope with some uncertainty; she had actually wanted to ask this yesterday.
After all, logically speaking, this counts as a breach of contract, right?
"Oh, you naive child."
Penelope 'lovingly' rubbed her junior's hair. "In the formulation of various laws in the Wizarding World, including the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, many of our Ravenclaws are involved."
"As long as we want to, we can keep dragging it out. Those Slytherin Pure-blood families will have to keep losing money, and the Ministry of Magic will have to face a paralyzed Wizarding World."
"So it's only normal that they're crying."
As Penelope spoke, she wore a smile similar to that of a villain. Hermione swallowed hard as she looked at the senior's smile.
Good heavens... what kind of Wizarding World monopoly do those Pure-blood families think they are? Ravenclaw, who holds the knowledge, is the true Wizarding World monopoly!
"Three days at most," Amanda finished her dinner, looked up, and wiped her mouth. "The British Wizarding World will face a complete market collapse."
"Before that, the Ministry of Magic and the Pure-blood families will definitely apologize."
"Yes, this will severely damage their prestige, and our goal will be achieved."
Turning to look at Penelope, Amanda quickly constructed a plan in her brain to completely collapse the existing structure of the British Wizarding World.
"Senior Penelope, does everyone in Ravenclaw have any interest in the idea of completely collapsing the current market structure, or even the overall structure, of the British Wizarding World?"
Hearing Amanda's words, Penelope gave a look to those around her, and the Little Eagles immediately gathered around in a small circle to ensure they could hear clearly what Amanda was about to say.
"First," Amanda held up one finger, "within these two days, I will provide the funds to construct a supply chain sufficient to meet the needs of the British Wizarding World market, replacing the market share of the Ministry of Magic and the Pure-blood families."
"I believe that after The Daily Prophet incident, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor will both be willing to stand on our side, so there will be no shortage of people to use."
"Second," Amanda continued, holding up a second finger, "when the Ministry of Magic and the Pure-blood families apologize, set a condition that they can absolutely never agree to."
"After that, completely decouple Ravenclaw's various patents from the two and transfer them to the supply chain I've built."
"The ownership of the supply chain I build will belong to all Ravenclaws, Gryffindors, and Hufflepuffs."
"After Slytherin completely eliminates blood purity theory and Voldemort is completely dead, the supply chain will then accept Slytherin's entry."
"Hiss... then that's equivalent to completely tearing off the mask. What if those Pure-blood families and the Ministry of Magic flip the table?"
Cho Chang nodded in agreement but also raised her own concern.
"They won't flip the table."
Amanda's voice was flat as she glanced down at her wizard robe pocket. Cho Chang, Marietta Eckmore, Penelope, and Hermione understood immediately.
"I think it's feasible."
The four of them nodded their approval one after another, and the surrounding Ravenclaws also nodded after serious consideration.
Amanda took out her money bag and Black Card from her pocket and looked sideways at Hermione. "I might be back to the Dormitory a bit late tonight. Could I trouble Hermione to help me return my books and then borrow a batch of new ones? I've finished reading all those books."
"Okay."
Hermione nodded, gently hugged Amanda's head, and kissed her forehead. "Be careful with everything."
"Okay."
Amanda said calmly, then stood up and walked toward the Staff Table.
At the Staff Table, several Professors who were discussing something with each other immediately stopped their discussion when they saw Amanda approaching.
Her eyes slowly shifted to Headmaster Dumbledore, and Amanda said in a tone without the slightest fluctuation,
"Headmaster Dumbledore, I'm sorry to interrupt your meal. I would like to go out tonight."
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