Harry grinned. "I do read the paper, you know. All the more especially when the stories being run aren't about me." Normally, he didn't like to make jokes about his fame, even self-deprecating ones, but someone like Robards would appreciate it. Plus, amidst the other trainees, it helped Harry's image. More than anything, he wanted to be seen as humble, even more than people would inevitably see him as the Boy Who Lived, the Slayer of Voldemort, the Savior of the Wizarding World. Titles like that were piling up by the day, still, in the little more than six months since the final battle.