Hermione shook her head as she skimmed the bold print of the front page. “No, even Luna’s newsletter makes more sense than this,” she objected. At least the Quibbler wasn’t full of blatant, vicious lies, nor were there any articles by that horrid Skeeter woman. “I suppose Scrimgeour can’t be any worse than Fudge—can he?”

“Dunno. Somethin’ don’t feel right about him.” Then again, these days it was common to be suspicious of one another; the trust in the wizarding world was thin– anyone could be working with You-Know-Who. “This year, I think somethin’ big is gonna’ happen. Can feel it in my gut.”
“All of this is going to come to a head eventually, and I’m not particularly looking forward to it.” She let out a soft...
