Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality

Harry had been reading the newspaper held vertically and unfolded, which meant that Professor Quirrell, from where he was standing, could see the text underneath the headline.

The look of shock on Professor Quirrell's face was a work of art almost on par with the newspaper itself.

'Don't worry,' said Harry cheerfully, 'it's all fake.'

From elsewhere in the store, he heard the shopkeeper gasp. There was the sound of a stack of books falling over.

'Mr. Potter...' Professor Quirrell said slowly, 'are you sure of that?'

'Quite sure. Shall we go?'

Professor Quirrell nodded, looking rather abstracted, and Harry folded the newspaper back up, and followed him out of the door.

For some reason Harry didn't seem to be hearing any street noises now.

They walked in silence for thirty seconds before Professor Quirrell spoke. 'Miss Skeeter viewed the original proceedings of the restricted Wizengamot session.'

'Yes.'

'The original proceedings of the Wizengamot.'

'Yes.'

'I would have trouble doing that.'

'Really?' said Harry. 'Because if my suspicions are correct, this was done by a Hogwarts student.'

'That is beyond impossible,' Professor Quirrell said flatly. 'Mr. Potter... I regret to say that this young lady expects to marry you.'

'But that is improbable,' said Harry. 'To quote Douglas Adams, the impossible often has a kind of integrity which the merely improbable lacks.'

'I see your point,' Professor Quirrell said slowly. 'But... no, Mr. Potter. It may be impossible, but I can imagine tampering with the Wizengamot proceedings. It is unimaginable that the Grand Manager of Gringotts should affix the seal of his office in witness to a false betrothal contract, and Miss Skeeter personally verified that seal.'

'Indeed,' said Harry, 'you would expect the Grand Manager of Gringotts to get involved with that much money changing hands. It seems Mr. Weasley was greatly in debt, and so demanded an additional payment of ten thousand Galleons -'

'Ten thousand Galleons for a Weasley? You could buy the daughter of a Noble House for that!'

'Excuse me,' Harry said. 'I really have to ask at this point, do people actually do that sort of thing around here -'

'Rarely,' said Professor Quirrell, with a frown on his face. 'And not at all, I suspect, since the Dark Lord departed. I suppose that according to the newspaper, your father just paid it?'

'He didn't have any choice,' said Harry. 'Not if he wanted to fulfill the conditions of the prophecy.'

'Give me that,' said Professor Quirrell, and the newspaper leaped out of Harry's hand so fast that he got a paper cut.

Harry automatically put the finger in his mouth to suck on, feeling rather shocked, and turned to remonstrate with Professor Quirrell -

Professor Quirrell had stopped short in the middle of the street, and his eyes were flickering rapidly back and forth as an invisible force held the newspaper suspended before him.

Harry watched, gaping in open awe, as the newspaper opened to reveal pages two and three. And not much long after, four and five. It was like the man had cast off a pretense of mortality.

And after a troublingly short time, the paper neatly folded itself up again. Professor Quirrell plucked it from the air and tossed it to Harry, who caught it in sheer reflex; and then Professor Quirrell started walking again, and Harry automatically trudged after.

'No,' said Professor Quirrell, 'that prophecy didn't sound quite right to me either.'

Harry nodded, still stunned.

'The centaurs could have been put under an Imperius,' Professor Quirrell said, frowning, 'that seems understandable. What magic can make, magic can corrupt, and it is not unthinkable that the Great Seal of Gringotts could be twisted to another's hand. The Unspeakable could have been impersonated with Polyjuice, likewise the Bavarian seer. And with enough effort it might be possible to tamper with the proceedings of the Wizengamot. Do you have any idea how that was done?'

'I do not have one single plausible hypothesis,' said Harry. 'I do know it was done on a total budget of forty Galleons.'

Professor Quirrell stopped short and whirled on Harry. His expression was now completely incredulous. 'Forty Galleons will pay a competent ward-breaker to open a path into a home you wish to burglarize! Forty thousand Galleons might pay a team of the greatest professional criminals in the world to tamper with the proceedings of the Wizengamot!'

Harry shrugged helplessly. 'I'll remember that the next time I want to save thirty-nine thousand, nine hundred and sixty Galleons by finding the right contractor.'

'I do not say this often,' said Professor Quirrell. 'I am impressed.'