When The Quibbler returned to Hufflepuff, the young badger whose magazine had been confiscated even received a compensation of one Galleon. This made him swagger proudly, and he went and bought sixteen silver Sickles' worth of snacks to share with everyone.
Punishment?
Detention?
Educational Decrees plastered across the noticeboards?
These swaggering, claw-brandishing, terrifying things now seemed completely meaningless.
As long as one did not fear them, they could do no harm.
Tonight's incident was trivial. A few students and a self-proclaimed "professor" had a conflict, and it didn't cause much of a stir. Yet the impact it created and the speed at which it fermented were far quicker than Umbridge had imagined.
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