Chapter 460 Children of Three Men

At dawn when it was still dark, Mrs. Maxim had led the students out of Hogwarts. Rogge watched the magic carriage soar into the sky and disappear into the clouds, feeling a trace of regret in his heart.

At breakfast, all eyes were on Krum, who had been left behind by his own principal. Karkaroff is really a despicable guy.

Harry Potter walked towards him, smiled and extended an invitation: "If you don't mind, come to our Gryffindor house first."

Everyone's eyes turned to Harry. He stood there with his head held high and accepted every gaze without fear.

Survive Voldemort's Cruciatus Curse; cry when a loved one dies; walk through the moment of life and death; today's Harry Potter is no longer the boy he was yesterday. He became stronger and more mature.

The Goblet of Fire award ceremony was cancelled. Minister Amelia was so busy with the emergency deployment against the dementors that she even forgot about the championship bonus of one thousand galleons.

In the principal's office, Ms. Rita is conducting an exclusive interview with Harry. Faced with everything Harry said, her famous shorthand quill actually paused in mid-air.

"Are you telling the truth?" Rita's voice was incredibly sharp. She turned to Dumbledore for confirmation. Dumbledore just nodded lightly, with a hint of deep tranquility in his eyes.

Ms. Rita's body was shaking involuntarily, her eyes were flashing with tears of fear, and she repeated those words mechanically, her voice as if being blown by the cold wind: "He's back... He's back..."

She jumped up from the stool, held her quill tightly, and said with determination in her voice: "I refuse to write this report! You... you are trying to kill me!"

Rita's sharp voice was like an awl piercing the eardrums, and the principals in the frame covered their ears.

Harry looked at her confused, wondering why Rita was so scared. He remembered that she had written countless articles, many of which were slanderous and slanderous about himself, as well as malicious speculations about Dumbledore. Now, she was actually afraid.

Dumbledore looked through his half-moon glasses and stared at Rita's pale face with careful eyes: "Skeeter, no one can escape. For Tom, even a bug, he will not let go. "

"We need your pen and your reporting to make the entire wizarding world aware of what has happened, what is happening, and what is about to happen."

"I believe in the power of words, which can promote our unity and let us work together to defeat him." Dumbledore's voice was so sincere, and the threat revealed in his words made Rita uneasy.

She looked at Dumbledore's wise eyes, and then looked at Harry Potter, who was sitting across from him with a confused look on his face. She hesitated for a moment, and finally made up her mind, with a hint of unwillingness and helplessness in her voice: "Okay, I'll just write it, and I owe you!"

Rita sat back down in her seat, quill in hand, and began to write this crucial report with her own hands. Harry looked at Dumbledore, and with the encouragement in his eyes, he recounted what happened in detail.

After Rita finished writing the manuscript, she looked up at Harry and told them firmly: "I will not report the death of those two Muggles. It is meaningless."

Harry immediately stood up, ready to vent his dissatisfaction. However, Rita interrupted him forcefully: "They are invalid information, including Cedric and other Death Eaters."

"Mr. Harry Potter, facts are facts, and reports are reports." She saw the confusion and confusion in the other person's eyes, took off her glasses, and explained kindly: "What happened? What do you believe happened? What do you want others to believe?" What happened, you want others to believe you believe what happened..."

"Sorry, Potter, it sounds convoluted, but that's the secret of reporting." Rita sighed and continued, "When the truth comes out of your mouth, it has changed."

"I know, you must be complaining in your heart that I, a wizard who likes to catch rumors, actually suspects you of lying." Rita showed a bitter smile on her face. If it weren't for the pressure from the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore, she would not even consider reporting all this. , "But what I said is the truth."

"You mean, my personal experience is not the truth, but your words are the facts?" The confusion on Harry's face became more and more obvious, and he could not understand the other party's strange logic.

Rita smiled and nodded, with a trace of professional confidence in her eyes: "Yes, that's it. The readers are not the experiencers of the event. The information they know all comes from my reports."

"To put it simply, you can treat the report as a recipe. I will provide specific materials and recipes, and most people will come to similar conclusions after following my report." She smiled proudly, her face filled with pride. "The return of the mysterious man is indeed big news, but so what?"

"Thirteen years, even the words carved on the bones will be worn away by the weather." Rita turned to Dumbledore, tore off the page full of words and handed it to him for review, "Albus, The best way to unite everyone is to create a common enemy and create a hero.”

Dumbledore slowly took the piece of paper, his eyes sharp and deep, examining every word that Rita had carefully woven. He had to admit in his heart that Rita was indeed the most talented reporter in the wizarding world. If she could respect the facts more while pursuing sensationalism, her reporting would be impeccable.

However, allowing the interviewee to review the manuscript was the biggest concession Rita had ever made.

"It just so happens that we now have these two key elements." Rita turned her head and stared at Harry with burning eyes, as if admiring a piece of art. "Potter, you defeated him again! Didn't you?"

"I..." Harry was speechless, a trace of confusion and hesitation flashed in his eyes, and he insisted: "I didn't."

"Why?"

"What's the meaning?"

"I mean, why do you think you haven't defeated him?" Rita shook her head and taught him patiently, "He used your blood to return to the world, but you successfully evaded every trap of his."

"Like a true warrior, you launched a fierce magical duel with him. In the end, he failed to defeat you and failed to take your life. Isn't this a victory?"

She suddenly sighed, a trace of determination flashed in her eyes, and sighed heavily: "This report will offend the mysterious man no matter what. In this case, it is better to let it come more violently, so that the entire magical world can feel it. Shocking.”

"Rita." Dumbledore put down the draft in his hand and looked at her with approval, "What is the title you prepared?"

"'Same Blood'" she smiled and added slowly, "the subtitle is: 'Harry and the mysterious man, are they brothers or father and son?'"

"Oh, if you are not satisfied, I can change it to "A Mother and Two Children."" She said, covering her mouth and snickering.

Harry's face was full of black lines. If possible, he would use the Cruciatus Curse to silence this woman who was spreading rumors. Not for himself, but for his mother.

Dumbledore thought for a moment and shook his head firmly, "I need you to respect the facts."

"Isn't this a fact..." Seeing Dumbledore's increasingly stern expression, Rita's tone couldn't help but weaken.

Rita's eyes inadvertently passed by Fox standing still on the perch, and inspiration flashed, and she immediately proposed a new plan: "Harry's 'Phoenix Blood': The Return of the Mysterious Man."

"Can't you come up with a more concise title?" Dumbledore frowned and rubbed his temples in distress.

Although he does not deny that these titles are highly attractive and provocative, and are cleverly modified based on respect for the facts, they always sound to him like something is not quite right.

"Albus, this is my last title." Rita put on a helpless expression, "I have provided three options, you have to choose one."

"Or, I can make my own decision." She played with the quill in her hand, seeming to hint to the two of them that she was the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet and had the right to decide everything published in the newspaper.

Harry wanted to raise objections, but he was a little embarrassed to overturn all the titles given by Rita. After thinking about it, he finally reluctantly agreed to the last title.

Seeing the two give in, Rita's lips curled up into a victorious smile. She did it by respecting the facts; she also did it by confirming the content of the report with the parties involved.

"Oh, I am such a good wizard who abides by professional ethics!" Rita praised herself beautifully in her heart.

The return of the mysterious man undoubtedly frightened her, and she did not want to provoke that group of lunatics unless necessary. However, life makes it impossible for her to escape. She can only choose to enjoy and strive for greater benefits for herself and the newspaper.

Modifying facts to increase newspaper sales does harm your conscience. But if there is no conscience, then sales will increase even more.

If the Death Eaters took revenge on her because of the report, she could turn into an Animagus and run away.

"I'm just a sincere reporter. I don't care about the floods in the wizarding world." Rita put away her manuscript and left Hogwarts with a smile.

The front page of the Daily Prophet the next day was indeed the article that Dumbledore had personally reviewed, and Rita had not even changed a single punctuation mark.

But starting from the next day, the content of the report was completely like a wild horse running wild and acting recklessly. Rita used an irresponsible tone and began to doubt the inner relationship between Voldemort and Harry Potter.

The entire wizarding world knew the news of Voldemort's return, and Rita's report also caused people to speculate on the relationship between Harry and Voldemort. There were even rumors that they were father and son or brothers.

The title of her report became more and more bold: "Mysterious Man Born to Three Men", using a thrilling sense of breaking taboos, plunging the entire magical world into feverish speculation.

In that ancient giant crucible, a nightmare symbolizing killing and fear is brewing in the potion of chaos.

His loyal servant, Wormtail, who betrayed the Potter family, offered his own flesh as a sacrifice. His mortal enemy, the Boy Who Lived, was forced to contribute his scalding blood. His biological father, on the other hand, offered his own bones to his father's murderer.

The mysterious combination of these three sacrifices formed the basis for his return to the world: the mysterious man was reborn!

He was born from the crucible, his body composed of three men. No one can deny that the blood of the savior flows in the mysterious man's veins, becoming the starting point for his intention to rule the magical world again.

However, fate abandoned him. As the Dark Lord, he lost to a fourth year student at Hogwarts in front of his father's grave.

We all know who that kid is, the Boy-Who-Lived: Harry Potter.

Dear readers, hold off on being horrified or cheering for a few seconds. We have more pressing matters to think about: Harry and Voldemort, share the same blood!

They have had an unusual connection since then, and no one knows whether this will make the mysterious man lose the ability to resist when facing Harry.

After all, in terms of physical age, the mysterious man is just a baby. Porter, on the other hand, is more like a father.

Oh, who is his mother?

Rita cleverly leaves a suspense, seemingly hinting to readers that she will reveal the mystery in the next article. The sales of the Daily Prophet soared just as she predicted, and other newspapers were not even worthy of shining her shoes.

However, just as everyone was eagerly anticipating Rita's next report, the Prophet newspaper office in Diagon Alley encountered a disaster at midnight. A sudden severe fire turned it into scorched earth, and overnight, everything in the building turned into black ruins.

Witnesses claimed that a black dog appeared in Diagon Alley that night, but the Ministry of Magic did not find any valuable clues about this.

At this moment, Rita and her newspaper are completely transformed!

She and the members of the newspaper fortunately escaped and hid in an unknown place to continue their reporting work. From Dumbledore's relationship history to the mystery of Amelia's unmarried relationship, from the incestuous marriages of the Black family to various other secrets, Rita continues to reveal shocking news one after another.

In the days to come, although life became increasingly difficult, Rita brought one big melon after another. Her reporting adds a lot of color and fun to people's lives.

Although the principal asked everyone not to disturb Harry, the students still learned about everything Harry had experienced through the Daily Prophet's report. Rita uses her pen to let readers experience everything that Harry experienced that night (everything she believed).

When the classmates saw Harry in the corridor, they all cast sympathetic glances. His last relatives were killed by Voldemort. Will he be homeless this summer?

Many people in the school believed Rita's report and believed that Harry was the only possibility to defeat Voldemort. For example, his loyal fan, Colin of Gryffindor.

Faced with the speculations and discussions of his classmates, Harry chose to remain silent. He spent the whole day with Ron and Krum, forming his own circle.

Dumbledore and Amelia hurried to the village of Little Hangleton, where they found the bodies of Vernon and his son in the cemetery. The Aurors simply handled the scene, planning to use a traffic accident to cover up what had really happened to the Dursleys.

As for Harry's aunt, Dumbledore found no trace of her. The last summer that maintained the protective spell was forever missing. He had no choice but to inform Sirius, hoping that the unreliable Black would take on the responsibility of taking care of Harry.

The night before the holiday, Hogwarts held the House Cup Banquet as usual. But there was no joy before the holidays in the whole castle, only a dull silence.

Even Peeves, who likes to play pranks, seems to be affected by this heavy atmosphere and becomes depressed and silent. The entire school felt the shadow of the coming storm, but Harry had just escaped the storm.

The long tables in the auditorium have been removed, and the previous decorations are gone. Although Cedric did not die, Dumbledore still announced to the students in a solemn and special way that they had lost a friend and were about to enter a period full of challenges and difficulties.

The dark ages that our fathers experienced, those words read in the history of magic textbooks, will actually happen. They will not only become witnesses of history, but also become part of history.

The Hufflepuff students lowered their heads like flower bones that had been beaten by the storm. The news that Cedric chose to betray and become a Death Eater made them unable to hold their heads high in the entire school.

On the contrary, although the Slytherin students were nervous, they still stared ahead firmly. You know, in Ron's vicious mouth, they are just a bunch of Death Eater brats.

The Slytherin prefects consciously moved aside, allowing Rogge to stand at the front. They could not face Dumbledore's gaze because even they themselves did not know what choice their family would make.

If their parents chose to follow Voldemort, many would not have a choice. At that time, the principal standing above was their biggest enemy.

Dumbledore's face looked slightly tired, but his eyes were firm and he looked at everyone present: "Another year." Such a familiar opening statement, but at the end of this school year, his tone was unprecedentedly heavy.

"This school year is over. Today, I have a lot to say to you." Dumbledore turned his eyes to Hufflepuff House. The outstanding graduates of the seventh grade stood in the front row, but the most important person was missing from the crowd. Bit.

He let out a deep sigh, his voice full of regret, "I must announce to you that we have lost him. Before all this happened, he was a cheerful and helpful wizard. Whether in academics or as a teacher, he was a cheerful and helpful wizard. He performed extremely well on the pitch."

"However, he lost himself in the competition and regarded his companions as his greatest enemy." Dumbledore turned his eyes to Harry Potter, and Harry's eyes flashed with anger and hatred.

He could understand Harry's feelings, but he didn't want Harry to follow Cedric's path, and he didn't want Harry to be swallowed up by the rage of revenge.