"There’s nothing in there," said Hermione from her seat in their train compartment, noticing when Harry’s eyes lingered on the Daily Prophet, "You can look yourself, I’ve been checking every day, but there’s no word about any of it anywhere - not about Cedric, or You-Know-Who, not even about a Hogwarts professor trying to murder you," she inclined her head to her neck, "Fudge must be hushing it all up,"