"At first, I didn't understand it." Melda, who had taken a sip of water, continued: "But now I understand. That's where the problem comes in. ”

"Ios?" Ron asked blankly.

"Yes, Ios."

"You may not know what Silent is.

Here I'm going to start by explaining this dark creature.

First of all, we need to understand that Silence is not a magical creature.

Rather, when a wizard child is forced to suppress his magic due to physical or psychological abuse.

Out of their extremely painful and twisted emotions, a dark parasitic magic called Silent Ran is born. Essentially, this power still belongs to the wizard, but it is not controlled.

The cause of the obscurity is not exactly studied in the wizarding world today, and I guess it is inseparable from the magic passed down by my ancestor Estes.

In short, under normal circumstances, there are very few cases of silent people who live past the age of ten, but some wizards with great potential can break through this limitation and live longer.

It's like a disease, and the only way for the wizarding world to heal the Silent is to separate the Silent from the body of the little wizard. ”

"But the silence that leaves the host will no longer be aggressive, and will become a meaningless black fog, and the little wizard himself will lose his magic forever and become a squib."

"Are you saying that Ios is a silent one?" Ron looked at Melda quizzically. "But she's at least thirteen or fourteen!"

"Normally, do you know what is called usual?"

"Some gifted wizards, some rare people, but in order to break through the limit of ten years old, as they get older, they will become stronger with the growth of magic in the little wizard's body.

Powerful enough to rival some of the top wizards, such as Dumbledore. ”

"What?" Hearing this, everyone sitting around the fireplace took a deep breath, because according to Melda, the American wizard named Ios might be the next Dumbledore, which was really surprising.

"Merlin's beard. Will Ioth be the next Dumbledore? Ron exclaimed in shock. I can't believe that stinky chess basket can be so strong?

"Maybe it's stronger? Who can guarantee that?

But it is undeniable that the Magical Congress of America is definitely not a good person, and what are they playing in this? We don't know. ”

"Certainly not a good person. The first dark wizard had argued with the officials of the Magic Congress. It seems that Ios has some kind of magic spell protecting her, and those officials of the Magical Congress seem to be creating something! Ron lowered his head and pondered the experience of that day, as if trying to deduce something between the lines.

"Make what?" Melda was shocked!

"It's not like you want to make it in batches, but !!"

"Oh my God!" Hermione let out an exclamation, she had read the entire book "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them", so she knew what Silent was.

She also knew what the silent birth was for the young wizard.

"It's just anti-human, even more evil than Na Pure!"

"Probably not!" Melda said incredulously. Although he didn't have much faith in the North American racist slave owners.

"Even if they could agree, Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry wouldn't agree. After all, all the little wizards in the United States are going to school there. ”

"I don't know." Ron sat by the fire with his head down, completely devoid of the rebellious demeanor he had just had.

"Then we're going to get to the bottom of it." Hermione, who was on the side, suddenly stood up and said loudly.

"I'm going to write to the Daily Prophet."

"Oh! By the way, there will be reporters interviewing the three of us tomorrow, and when the time comes, we will just say it. ”

"You can try." Melda pondered for a moment, then said with a compliment.

"But Hermione, you know."

"I know, don't mention the kidnapping of me, right?" The little witch snorted heavily. While she was unlucky, it was nothing compared to the little American wizards who might be being tortured.

"No way, I've got to give the British Ministry of Magic a little sweetness. Besides, they certainly don't know what's going on on the American side, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to reconcile with the Magic Congress. ”

"I have to tell the headmaster, after all, there may be the involvement of the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry here. I'm going to prepare tomorrow's draft now. ”

With that, Hermione suddenly burst out with endless energy, and she rushed to her dorm room.

It's about fighting the darkness to the end.

Wednesday.

The first class of the morning was Professor Snape's Potions class.

But alas, Melda had to say goodbye to the course for a short time. Because his personal interview is about to begin.

And the interview with him was also an acquaintance.

Rita Skeeter.

That illegal Animagus.

In fact, Melda, Roan, Hermione, and the three of them were all Rita Skeeter.

However, Melda did not participate in the riots in the United States, and he was seriously awarded the Order of Merlin by the potion formula.

At his age of twelve, this is quite impressive.

But in terms of topicality, it must not be at all comparable to the story of Ron and their heroic troubles about American heroes saving the United States.

So it's clear that Rita Skeeter's interview with him is naturally at the end.

As a result, it was almost noon when she was late.

"Mr. Melda Corris!"

It was an awkward-looking woman, with a weird curly hair that matched her face with a big chin. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem normal.

Plus that pair of jeweled glasses, and fat fingers.

Speaking of which, only Aunt Harry's sister, Maggie can compete with her.

"Hello!" Melda said coldly.

Whether he was involved in Ron's adventures or not was of the irrelevant part anyway. So she didn't prepare anything at all. Unlike Hermione, she had prepared a nine-foot draft yesterday, and it was terrifying.

Obviously, as Melda had expected, Rita Skeeter was in a state of complete euphoria at this point.

Her flushed face was almost the same color as her lipstick.

"Okay, let's not lose time, so let's introduce ourselves, Rita Skeeter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet."

"Melda."

"Okay, Melda, can I call you that? So let's get to the first question! Rita Skeeter said to herself.

Apparently she had no intention of asking Melda's permission at all.