Hogwarts: I Am an Exemplary Wizard

Chapter 1068: Chapter 792: Dumbledore’s New Nickname_2

If it’s the latter, then Kael could only say that Xenophilius has fallen; he’s abandoned his usual persistence and noble ideals, tumbling from the clouds back to solid ground.

How can content with logic appear in ”The Quibbler”? If its loyal readers saw this, how heartbroken they would be. Wouldn’t this cause trouble for St Mungo’s?

By the way, the place where ”The Quibbler” sells best is St Mungo’s, or more accurately, the Spiritual Magic Healing and Comprehensive Recovery Research Department under the Magic Damage Department of St Mungo’s.

Because the Healer accidentally discovered that reading ”The Quibbler” can calm down wizards who suffered from spiritual magic damage and make them temporarily exhibit thought processes akin to normal wizards.

Although the principle remains unclear, they still purchase several issues of the magazine monthly—some for reading, some for research, and the rest for wall decoration.

It’s said that the walls of several wards are covered with articles cut out directly from ”The Quibbler”.

As for the effectiveness, Kael is unsure, but there must be a reason they keep this tradition for so long.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Weasley had already brought everyone inside the house.

She looked delighted; everyone was present, the number matching exactly as when they departed in the morning.

”Today is worth celebrating,” she said with a smile. ”I’ll go prepare some late-night snacks.”

Mrs. Weasley went to the kitchen, and though others wanted to help, she shooed them all out.

Knowing Mrs. Weasley, Kael figured she probably wanted a moment alone.

Today’s events were quite overwhelming for her; apart from Percy at St Mungo’s and Arthur who returned to the Ministry of Magic early, the rest of the Weasley family were all present at the wedding venue.

On seeing Bellatrix and the wave of Death Eaters that followed, outnumbering them by threefold, Mrs. Weasley felt as if the sky was falling.

If the Phoenix hadn’t appeared just in time to send them to safety, she couldn’t even bear to think about what might have happened next.

Even now, she hasn’t quite composed herself; Kael had noticed earlier that her hands were trembling slightly.

Mr. Weasley was the same; after Kael distributed the drinks he bought from Hog’s Head Pub, it took him three tries to pull out the cork.

For a moment, no one spoke.

Even the usually rambunctious Fred and George sat quietly, each holding a bottle, drinking deeply as if it were a magic potion to stabilize their spirits and suppress the lingering dizziness.

As for the younger Ginny, and Hermione who didn’t like alcohol, Kael mixed a special drink for them: half water, half vinegar, with the juice of three whole lemons squeezed in.

Having not witnessed the preparation process, Ginny and Hermione were quite pleased when Kael handed them the drink.

”What is this?” Ginny asked curiously.

”Special lemonade,” Kael turned slightly, ”In my experience, to alleviate the dizziness from Apparition, the most effective method is drinking something sour, followed by strong spirits.”

”Thank you,” Hermione said.

”Uh... you’re welcome,” Kael replied, ”Go ahead and try it.”

”Could I have a cup of that too?” Ron suddenly asked.

Though of age to drink, Ron truly didn’t like the taste of whiskey or brandy, finding lemonade much more palatable.

”Of course, no problem.” Kael fetched a few smaller glasses and poured some out. ”Harry, would you like a bit?”

”Ah, no thanks,” Harry shook his head.

Though he didn’t like strong spirits, he wasn’t fond of sour things either.

”Alright then,” Kael returned the lemonade to Ginny, who felt unbearable and immediately took a sip without hesitation.

The next moment, a pungent sour and bitter taste shot from her tongue straight to her brain.

Ginny’s face scrunched up.

”What is it, hard to drink?” Ron’s cup paused mid-air as he suspiciously asked.

”No, not hard at all, it’s sweet.” Ginny’s previously scrunched face relaxed as she earnestly tried to act unaffected. To prove she wasn’t lying to Ron, she even took another sip.

”Then why are you making that face?” Ron, not suspecting further, decisively brought his cup to his mouth, taking a big gulp.

Then...

”Oh... so sour!” Ron’s face scrunched up as well, his features squeezed together, looking much like a cabbage stamped by a unicorn.

”Ugh... why so bitter too!”

”Because of the lemon peel,” Kael resisted laughing, ”Drink it, it’s okay, and it’s good for you.”

”Absolutely not,” Ron resolutely shook his head. ”Ginny, you tricked me!”

”I tricked you with what?” Ginny glanced at him.

”You said this stuff was good,” Ron said in exasperation.

”It is good,” Ginny replied.

”Then drink another sip,” Ron said, fuming, ”If you drink one more sip, I’ll believe you.”

”Why do I need you to believe me?” Ginny said calmly, ”I feel so much better now, I don’t want to drink anymore, is that not allowed?”

”You...” Ron was even more annoyed, his face flushed.

What Ron didn’t know was that Ginny’s words were true: after that second sip of lemonade, she did indeed feel much better, and the omnipresent dizziness began to fade.