It was not that Harry did not want to tell Ron and Hermione about what happened in Umrich's office, but he did not want his friends to worry about him, and … he did not know how to tell them. It was as if he was complaining to them.

The resurrection of Lord Voldemort was true. Although Harry would not shout about it, he felt that he could not stand Umrich lying to his face while he did not dare to say anything.

He would let Umrich know that even if she punished him to write "I can't lie" for a year, it could not cover up what was really happening in the outside world.

Umrich did not talk to Harry much after the first night, but the happy smile on her face clearly told Harry how much she looked forward to and enjoyed making him cut the back of his hand over and over again.

If Harry did not check the map of the resurrection point and saw that the name displayed on it was indeed Dolores Jane Umrich, he would have suspected that this was another Death Eater pretending to be an official of the Ministry of Magic.

Punishing a student and taking pleasure in it … even Snape, who was the most feared by the students, did not use such a perverted method.

Harry woke up early on Friday morning. He stretched himself comfortably and happily remembered that he finally did not need to go to Umrich's place for confinement tonight.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning had already shone obliquely on Gryffindor's tower. An owl flew by outside the window with a newspaper in its beak. Harry grinned. He felt that this was going to be a great day.

He excitedly woke up Ron, ignored Ron's complaints, and pulled him downstairs for breakfast.

When they arrived at Gryffindor's common room, they saw Hermione happily looking around at the sofa cushions and the trash can next to the fire.

Harry turned to look at Ron in surprise. Ron raised an eyebrow at him and whispered, "She's a house elf."

Harry knew that Hermione had been knitting clothes for the house elf for the past few days. It seemed that she had finally finished it yesterday.

"Good morning!" Hermione said excitedly. "They've all been taken away!

Last night, I placed a total of eleven hats here. It seems that eleven house elves have already obtained their freedom! "

Harry and Ron turned a deaf ear.

Hermione was humming a song as she walked in front. Ron leaned close to Harry and whispered, "I suspect that the house elf doesn't even know that the thing she's knitting is called a hat. Maybe she just threw it away as garbage."

When the owl came, Harry was spreading jam on her bread. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a brownish-yellow owl land beside Hermione's plate and elegantly stretch out its leg.

Hermione took a copy of The Daily Prophet from its mouth and paid it two nats.

"Why did you order this thing?" Harry asked.

Hermione did not like to read The Daily Prophet. She once angrily said that the articles in it were all garbage.

Could it be that the Lord Voldemort had made a new move?

Harry nervously stopped what he was doing and moved closer to her.

"Oh, no." Hermione noticed his expression and giggled. "I just want to check if Rita Skeeter has broken her promise."

Last year, Hermione had caught Rita Skeeter, a reporter who liked to write nonsense and caused a lot of trouble for them, and taught her a good lesson.

Harry nodded and continued to scan the newspaper to see if there was any news of injury or death. But all he could see was the news about the wedding of the strange sisters and Mrs. Morkin's Robe Shop.

Lord Voldemort had been resurrected for more than two months. Harry did not believe that he would stay dormant for a long time.

The worst thing was that the Ministry of Magic blocked the information, and people were not prepared for the danger. If Lord Voldemort wanted to quietly make trouble, there was nothing they could do.

"Harry," Hermione knew what he was looking for and whispered. "There won't be any important news in this newspaper. If you want to see the latest news, you can read more of The Devil's Advocate."

"The Devil's Advocate?"

Harry suspected that Hermione was joking. "Isn't that..." He glanced at Ravenclaw's long table. Luna was sitting alone at the table, with a few empty seats on her left and right. Her hands were waving around her head as if she was driving away some invisible mosquitoes.

Ron heard what they were talking about and leaned over and whispered, "I remember that there were some very … strange arguments written in 'Singing Different Tune', such as gadflies and curved horned snoring beasts."

"Oh, that was before. Recently, they have published several articles criticizing the current situation." Hermione shook her head and took a sip of pumpkin juice. "I really shouldn't have said that about The Devil and its editor-in-chief."

Hermione suddenly thought of something and clapped her hands. "Harry, let's contribute to The Devil's Advocate!"

"What?" Ron said, amused. "You want to write a manuscript?"

"No, we can invite Rita Skeeter!

Let her give Harry an exclusive interview! "

Harry looked at Hermione in disbelief. "Didn't she have enough of last year's exclusive interview?"

"Oh, Harry, have you forgotten?" Hermione seemed to know what he was thinking and sighed impatiently. "We have something on Rita now. She can't write irresponsibly like last year!"

"But even so," Harry said strangely, "why do you have to interview me?"

"Only you saw the mysterious man come back with your own eyes!

You have the responsibility to remind the public!

Since we can do it, why not give it a try? "

Looking at Hermione's serious expression, Harry suddenly felt that it was difficult to say anything against it.

But to publish an article in The Devil's Advocate, he had to go through Luna.

Thinking of Luna's crazy behavior and what she said about Snape on the Hogwarts Express, Harry did not want to face it.

"Well... let's talk about it in a few days. What classes do we have this morning?" He quickly changed the subject.

Hermione took out the timetable and slid her finger to the column on Friday. She said disappointedly, "Two classes on History of Magic, and... oh, no," she said in an even more disappointed tone, "There's also a class on Defense against Black Magic."

Harry and Ron were instantly crestfallen.

Professor Binns, who taught the History of Magic, was a ghost who never understood what "vivid" was. His dry voice could always make the whole class fall asleep within five minutes. Only Hermione could barely hold on, but she just mechanically copied the words on the blackboard for the exam. As for the Defense against Black Magic class, Umrich had not allowed them to take out their wands so far.

"I already want to skip class," Ron said with a yawn.

Harry felt the same, but he was more curious about why Ron did not get enough sleep every day.

"Take the Daily Prophet with you," Ron hummed and took the newspaper from Hermione's hand that she wanted to throw away. "You can use it when you sleep on your stomach."