Hermione sent the letter off in the grip of her owl’s claws, then immediately put her head in her hands. It was a mad idea, all this. Dismantling the system. And all on her own. Her junior researches cheered her on, sure, and helped with some of the legwork, but when it came to facing the Minister of Magic directly? And all the later steps, tearing apart the laws as written, appearing in court sessions, perhaps even hearings? Would she need to defend her work in front of the Wizengamot? The thought made her chest seize up.