1992. 12. 25
The Smile Collector Strikes Again!
Hello, readers and this is Amy from the Daily Mail.
As you well know, the estimated group of criminals, often refered to as 'The Smile Collectors', has struck again at the streets of London on the 24th of December. Many of you will know that this title was started when they had left a few polaroid pictures of the victim, and the bodies of the victims all showing signs of forced smiles, sometimes even slicing their lips to look like one! This henious crime has popped up at the start of 1992, and it is fabled for leaving no clue. Even if there is a clue, it leads to a dead end. Also, there is no clue as to who guides this group. Many petty criminals have been captured, but the head still remains a mystery. We did catch a boss on the 11th of November who had been in contact with the head of 'The Smile Collectors', 'The Professor', as he or she is called, seems to orchastrate this whole ordeal. As we have heard from the boss captured, 15 murders, 24 robberies that happened the past year have been estimated to have been 'The Professor's' work. The police are at a loss as to finding this man, and we beg anyone who has any infromation about this man to step up and tell us.
Harry glanced at the newspaper tied to Hedwig. It was Christmas and there were so much bad news. As the attacks on muggleborns had continued vigouously, there was a saying that the school might close. Then it was back to the Dursley's. Not that it mattered much. As Harry spent most of his time in the local library. As Harry freed the paper from Hedwig, and Hedwig gave him a small nip, taking off with his bacon, he noticed the idiots, Crabbe and Bulstorde going to the dungeons. But their way of walking was not the usual walk they did. It was odd, as if they had a second skin that was loosely covering them up. Filled with curiosity, he followed them, far enough to be out of hearing distance, but close enough to see them. The pair stopped at the door of the Slytherin common room, waiting as if they didn't know the password! This was getting more interesting by the minute, but the arrival of Malfoy ruined his curiosity, and Harry turned back to his common room.
The sound of the whispers stopped him in his tracks again. Whispers that harnessed great hatred and disgust. It was almost too painful to hear. Sitting down harder than he had wanted to, Harry breathed in and out for a few moments calming himself down. But after a few more breaths, a scream filled the corridors. Another attack. It was almost a weekly thing these days. Harry's mind filled with more questions. He had already pinned down the monster of Slytherin as a Basilisk. It only took him about 2 weeks in the library reading on magical monsters. So why didn't the adults who have the power to stop this monster not act? He knew that although teachers like Sybil Trelawny was on the idiot side of things, and while he did not like Dumbledore, Dumbledore was probably the genius in the castle, except that Harry was in it as well. Laughing at this line of thoughts, Harry wondered if it was another of the tests that Dumbledore had put onto him. Like last year, he seemed to test Harry on his skills. No doubt that this was some part of being the Boy - who - lived.
With his breath back into normal gaps, Harry stood up again, and went to the common room as he first intended. In the common room, the few who had stayed for Christmas was stewn across the sofas. Even fewer than last year, some having gone home on parents very firm commands on the subject of safety, and some having been petrified. There were no deaths yet, but it only seemed a matter of time until it happened.