章 63: Chapter 59: A Howler Arrives for Malfoy
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"Minister, when will we begin the ceremony? I can't wait to embrace this glorious moment."
Kael, of course, wasn't naive enough to think that a little incident like this would be enough to bring down Fudge, the Minister of Magic. His story wouldn't hold up under scrutiny. Anyone could walk into Knockturn Alley and ask around, and the truth would come out in no time.
It was a pity, though—Picard Flint's life was about to take a turn for the worse. Not only had he lost his job, but he would also likely spend a few years in Azkaban. Kael hadn't anticipated that a few words from him would cause such serious consequences.
Really!
He could swear on the head of his best friend, Draco Malfoy, that he hadn't meant for this to happen!
"Oh, alright!" Fudge's smile was now as forced as it could get. Anyone could see that Picard, who had just been taken away, was nothing more than a scapegoat. The disapproval in the eyes of the potion masters hadn't lessened at all.
"So, after a vote by the Wizengamot, I hereby, on behalf of the Ministry of Magic and all members of the Wizengamot, award Mr. Kael the Order of Merlin, Second Class!"
Fudge pulled out a small box containing a medal, deliberately ignoring the surname Kael had given himself.
The room erupted into applause.
Everyone was excited about this youngest-ever recipient of the Order of Merlin, especially the potion masters present.
After the ceremony, Fudge made a quick excuse and left in a hurry. He had a lot of problems awaiting him.
Kael, on the other hand, was surrounded by a crowd of admirers. It wasn't until an hour later that Dumbledore rescued him, reminding him that if they didn't head back soon, they'd miss the afternoon classes.
...
<At Lunch in Hogwarts Castle>
At the Slytherin table, most of the students were enthusiastically discussing.
"I've already written to my father. He won't let that person off easily!"
"I think we'll get a reply by this afternoon, and at the latest in three days, we'll hear that person has been expelled."
"That's right, I've written home too. My father is on the Board of Governors. Slytherin's honor cannot be tarnished!"
"To be honest, I've been at Hogwarts for four years and I've never felt so humiliated."
"We need to make sure he knows the consequences of crossing pure-blood families."
That morning, when Kael's spell ended when he was at the Ministry of Magic, these Slytherins had fallen straight from the ceiling. Ignoring their pain, they had rushed back to their dormitories. The majority of them came from pure-blood families, including children of all the school governors.
As they wrote their letters, the Slytherins were filled with a sense of righteous indignation. They believed they were performing a noble task. With the influence of so many families combined, they were confident they could even sway the decisions of the Ministry of Magic. Expelling that demon should be no problem.
It was a perfect opportunity to show the other three houses, especially the rash Gryffindors, the true power of Slytherin.
Draco Malfoy still had his head wrapped in bandages from the "Wingardium Leviosa" spell, but he was just as excited as he had been during Charms class.
Cassandra hadn't come to the Great Hall for lunch that day.
"Pansy, did you write to your uncle?" Draco asked. "I remember your uncle Parkinson is also a governor, right?"
"Me?" Pansy paused for a moment while cutting her pork chop absentmindedly. "Yes, I wrote too."
"That's good. I've checked around, and the children of all twelve Hogwarts governors have written to their parents."
(T/N: For those who don't know - The Hogwarts Board of Governors was a group of twelve wizards or witches who oversaw the running of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The appointment and suspension of a Headmaster was decided by the governors. They were also obliged to take action if a parent sought redress on any school-related issue.)
"Kael is definitely getting expelled this time."
"Oh," Pansy replied absentmindedly, clearly distracted by something else.
...
<At the Gryffindor Table>
"Harry, I heard the Slytherins are all writing to their parents to get Kael expelled. Is that true?" Hermione, in a panic, rushed over to Harry Potter.
The troll incident on Halloween hadn't happened yet, so the trio hadn't fully formed. However, after their experience on the Hogwarts Express, the three of them were already on better terms than most of the other students.
When Hermione heard the news, she became extremely worried.
"We should do something. Maybe we should also write to Dumbledore and ask him not to expel Kael."
"The Slytherins want to get Kael expelled?" Harry was shocked. "How dare they..."
"Professor Dumbledore won't agree to that!"
"But we're just students. Do you think he'd listen to us if we wrote him a letter?" Ron chimed in with his opinion.
Ron had always been a bit jealous of Kael, who had been stealing the spotlight since the first day of school. By now, the entire school knew about how all the Slytherin first-years had been left hanging from the ceiling for a whole night on the first day.
"Kael is my friend. If he's expelled, then I'll leave too!" Hermione declared, glaring at Ron before angrily returning to her seat. She was determined to find her own way to help Kael.
...
At that moment, a flock of owls suddenly flew in through the castle's windows.
They swooped down, crowding together, with many of them landing right in the soup bowls on the tables. No one paid attention to the mess; all the Slytherins were eagerly watching the owls, expecting replies from their parents.
"Oh, there's my owl! My father must have sent me a letter!"
"Haha, I bet he has good news for me!"
Malfoy quickly spotted his tawny owl among the flock. It was a brownish-yellow owl that he had personally picked out.
Under Draco's expectant gaze, the owl dropped a red letter in front of him. But before he could even open the envelope, the letter turned bright red and started heating up.
"A red letter! A Howler!" One of the Slytherins gasped in shock.
Howlers were usually sent to convey extreme displeasure or anger. Once opened, a Howler would shout the sender's message in their voice, often at top volume, before tearing itself to pieces and disappearing.
"Merlin's beard, Malfoy got a Howler!"
A ripple of shock spread across the entire Slytherin table as everyone instinctively backed away from Malfoy. No one wanted to be within earshot of the Howler's wrath—it was never a pleasant experience.
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