As it turns out, even Dumbledore has developed immunity to Gellert's words.
He hasn't ignored Grindelwald, but in his view, there's no way Grindelwald could be hiding Dark Magic Items or become another Grindelwald, the leader of the Witch Purist Party in the Magic World, as Gellert suggested.
So he didn't believe Gellert's "nonsense" at all. Understanding Gellert well, Dumbledore thought he was just a kid seeking attention.
In fact, he wasn't far off with his thoughts...
Vivi, studying far away in the Muggle World, certainly wouldn't know what big deal her brother was making for her.
After attending a few classes in the Muggle World, she returned to Hogwarts once again and clocked in as well.
Thanks to the Divine Artifact, the Time Converter, she planned to graduate from Hogwarts and a Muggle university by next year.
During dinner, Vivi specially showed Harry a small gift she bought from the Muggle World.
"What's this?" Harry asked curiously, holding the little doll.
"I went to a concert, and it's a souvenir," Vivi said with a grin.
Harry looked at the doll, which seemed to have an Asian style... hmm, black hair and black eyes.
"Ah, isn't this Miss Morioka Yuuki?"
Hermione came over, her eyes sparkling: "It's actually her doll... Sister Vivi, did you go to her concert?"
"Oh, I think it's that name," Vivi raised an eyebrow, "that name is quite a mouthful, but the song was nice. It seemed to be called 'White Album,' if only there were an English or German version."
"I see," Hermione's eyes shone with little stars.
"Well, since you like it, I'll give it to you," Vivi took the little doll from Harry's hand and passed it to Hermione.
"Isn't that inappropriate?" Hermione asked hesitantly, "You gave it to Harry..."
Upon hearing this, Vivi couldn't help but laugh and said, "He's still a kid, how could I buy him a doll of a woman? It was for him to see, and if you like it, it's yours — don't worry, Harry won't mind."
Harry nodded and said, "I really don't mind."
He really didn't have any desire for the little doll.
"But Miss Morioka's romantic history is quite complicated." Hermione muttered while playing with the doll, "I remember she and her best friend both liked the same man, and it ended with her losing completely... but since then, she's focused on her career."
"Why?" Vivi raised an eyebrow and asked.
"I've heard some rumors too, it seems Miss Morioka was always busy with career matters and neglected her boyfriend's feelings, so Miss Ogata seized the opportunity..."
Vivi suddenly felt that Hermione seemed to have an underlying message.
Busy with career, so neglected the boyfriend's feelings?
She scoffed inwardly, thinking it was a lack of a strong relationship with her boyfriend.
If the relationship were truly strong, would a good friend be able to take advantage of such a situation?
This was just a minor interlude, and Vivi didn't take it to heart.
Time flew by, and it was already May.
May at Hogwarts saw the grass grow and the orioles fly, a truly early spring climate.
It should be said that even in spring, the mornings and evenings at Hogwarts were still frosty and damp.
When the wind blew, it went straight down into one's neck and armpits, and you really needed to dress warmly to fend off such a chill.
Professor Snape assigned a long essay, and students sighed in despair, as if they were being stuffed with Sniffs in their beds.
Nobody wanted to do their homework, except for academic overachievers like Hermione, who had nothing better to do than suffer at the tips of their hairs.
"Hey, Hermione," Ron said in a low voice in the Great Hall, "could I borrow your essay to copy? My goodness, it's just too painful; it's eleven inches long, how am I supposed to finish it?"
"No way!" Hermione said sternly, "Ron, only the homework you do yourself is truly yours — what do you gain from copying mine?"
"Happiness," Ron answered without even thinking.
"That's not true happiness, Ronald!" Hermione slammed the table: "If you don't want to be punished by Professor Snape in class, you need to write it yourself!"
Ron pouted unwillingly, sulking as he lowered his head.
"You should write it yourself, Ron," Harry persuaded his friend, "By the time you ask Hermione for her essay, you could have finished it yourself..."
"But it's eleven inches!" Ron exclaimed loudly, "How on earth are we supposed to finish it?"
"You won't just expand the gaps between the words?" Seamus chimed in: "Look, like this, expanding the space between two words — but you have to be careful not to leave the gap too wide, so Professor Snape doesn't notice, just like I've done, neither too big nor too small, just right."
Ron considered it carefully and thought it seemed feasible.
"You're a genius, Seamus," Ron genuinely praised, "How did I not think of such a method? My goodness..."
In fact, Seamus's method proved to be problem-free.
Professor Snape's requirement was for the length of the essay, not the number of words.
Don't underestimate those slightly expanded gaps. With so many words, the space between them could easily save you a hundred or two hundred words.