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Chapter 926: The First Quarrel
🕑 Added 2023-11-20 05:26:46 +0000 UTCSeamus’s reasons seemed quite substantial. His mother believed the articles in the Daily Prophet and thought that Dumbledore was an old fool, and Evan and Harry were liars in an uproar, and Voldemort could never be coming back, it was like Arabian Nights.
Therefore, she did not intend to send Seamus to Hogwarts, and even wanted him to transfer, which was a serious matter.
In this case, as the source of everything, Harry was naturally responsible for explaining the matter completely.
Harry didn't know what else he needed to explain. He had said everything he could, but no one believed it.
He was sick of it; sick of being the person who was stared at and talked about all the time.
If any of them knew, if any of them had the faintest idea what it felt like to be the one all these things had happened to … Seamus didn't know, his mother had no idea, neither of these people knew.
A bunch of stupid guys and a stupid woman, Harry thought savagely.
He directly rejected Seamus’s request to repeat what had happened that night, and asked him to read the Daily Prophet like his mother. This lie-laden newspaper would tell him everything he needed to know.
Seamus thought that Harry had a go at his mother, and the two immediately quarreled...
"Seriously, what’s going on with you two?" Ron said, hurriedly coming out of the crowd.
“He’s having a go at my mother!” Seamus yelled.
"Harry wouldn't do that!"
"Yeah, we all met your mother and we all liked her," said Hermione hurriedly.
"That’s before that stupid woman started believing every word the stinking Daily Prophet writes about us!" said Harry at the top of his voice. He was fed up. The pressure accumulated in recent times exploded without reservation.
"Shut up, don’t talk about my mother like that,” snapped Seamus, pulling out his wand and pointing it back.
“I’ll talk to you how I want, she calls me a liar; she’s a complete fool!" said Harry, his temper rising so fast he snatched his wand, "You’re all the same, regardless of the facts, you can't see the truth."
"Enough, you two!" said Evan hurriedly, really worried that they would start fighting with excitement.
He looked at Harry who was excited, with a headache.
Turning his head, seeing the panting Seamus with the same flushed face, he didn't know what to say for a moment.
The report about himself and Harry seeing Voldemort's resurrection had not been published, and it was not the time yet.
Evan suspected that even if the report were published or the whole thing that night were told to Seamus, he would not believe it, just like Dumbledore could not convince Fudge.
The more he talked about it, the more counterproductive it would be unless he put Voldemort in front of his eyes...
If Evan had this ability, he would let Fudge understand his mistake first.
"You two stop quarreling; it's been so stiff on the first day of school." Evan said thoughtfully, "About what happened to Harry and me that night, Dumbledore made it clear last term ... Voldemort is back!"
"Huh!" Hearing the name, everyone in the common room gasped and couldn't help shivering.
"You're with him. You're all lying," said Seamus stubbornly, shaking his wand in his hand.
"Whether we’re lying or not will be verified by time. We’ve told the truth, purely with good intentions. Believe it or not is your business and your freedom. In the same way, you have no right to deny those who know the truth," said Evan. "Now, go back to bed!"
"No, you’re all crazy,” said Seamus heatedly. "I don’t want to share a dormitory with him anymore, my mother..."
“If you’ve got a problem sharing a dormitory with me, go and ask Professor McGonagall if you can be moved.” Harry shouted again, "I've had enough, stop talking about your mummy worrying about you."
"You’re mad. I want to move out..."
“That’s out of order, Seamus,” said Ron immediately.
“Out of order, am I?" Seamus shouted, his face turning paler. "Ask everyone present in the room who believes the rubbish they’ve come out with about You-Know-Who, do you reckon they’re telling the truth? Ah, I forgot, you’re with them, you’re all mad, you actually believe in the kind of impossible things."
In the silence, no one spoke. It was obvious that most people did not believe it.
But seeing Evan here, no one was willing to stand up, that was really stupid!
"I believe Evan!" said Colin, walking to Harry’s side.
“Then you’re mad too!"
"I also believe in what Head Boy Evan said!" Kate suddenly stood up and said.
Because she was in the spotlight for the first time, the little girl was very nervous, but she didn't flinch. "Since Head Boy Evan said that You-Know-Who is back, then he must be back."
"Huh, a first-year..."
"Stop making trouble, Seamus, we all believe what Evan and Harry said. That’s the truth," said Hermione.
"You’re all mad!" said Seamus in disgust. "I see, a bunch of lunatics."
“Yeah? Well unfortunately for you, pal, I’m also a prefect!” said Ron, jabbing himself in the chest with a finger. “So unless you want detention, watch your mouth!"
He wouldn’t reason with him like Evan, but this method was undoubtedly more effective.
Seamus seemed to realize that he was facing a Head Boy and two prefects, and it would be no good to offend them.
For a few seconds, he seemed to feel as though he could spit out what was going through his mind.
He didn’t even care to have a fight with Evan and Harry.
But in the end, with a noise of contempt he turned on his heel, not looking at Evan, Harry, Ron and the others.
"Well, anyone else’s parents got a problem?" Ron asked aggressively, seemingly pleased that the prefect had played a role.
“My parents are Muggles, mate,” said Dean, shrugging when he noticed Ron was looking at him. "They don't even know who You-Know-Who is, because I’m not stupid enough to tell them. But like Seamus, I don’t believe you."
"I just said it's your freedom, and time will prove everything," said Evan, taking a deep breath and looking at everyone in the common room, "This is just an opportunity, I'll say it again. Regarding the things Harry and I said, whether you choose to believe is your own business, but please don’t impose your own ideas on others. If I know anyone who quarrels because of this kind of thing, I’ll definitely put them in detention. I mean it. Also, if you want to change the dormitory, you can come to me to apply.
