Chapter 741 Between the dining table

...Mr. McLean, isn't this not... different from what we agreed on? The champion of the alchemy contest became an attacker, the award ceremony of the International Federation of Wizards was forced to be postponed, Nicole Flamel's The disclosure of the alchemy legacy is temporarily suspended... Then what about my first day's exclusive collection? When will I be able to...

Because the old witch of the African delegation was trying to do something wrong at Hogwarts, she was still the champion of this competition, so a series of subsequent matters had to be temporarily suspended.

The next morning, Rita Skeeter, a staff writer for the Daily Prophet who had made a small deal with Maca, reappeared, and it is said that she rushed here as soon as she heard the news .

The so-called media is to take advantage of the heat of the event to snatch first-hand information, so as to maximize the benefits of real-time news.

You know, the income of a successful freelance writer like her is closely linked to the sales of newspapers and periodicals that publish her words. If due to some accidents, the popularity of the subject itself continues to decline, it is equivalent to constantly deducting her income!

So, shortly after Filch opened the door this morning, this Ms. Skeeter immediately came to visit... No, maybe it is more appropriate to say door-to-door pestering?

Maca, who thought a lot about Ravenclaw's follow-up test last night, and then stayed in the centaur cave and spent most of the night arranging the rune array, didn't come out of the office until the breakfast time was almost over. .

But as soon as he opened the door, he saw the big reporter Rita Skeeter who was pushing the thin-rimmed glasses, and then he was completely followed by the lady whose lips were painted like a monkey's butt all the way to the door of the side corridor of the auditorium.

Ms. Skeeter, haven't I already said it all? I won't renege on what I promised you before, but now this can only be said to be an accident that no one wants to see.

Maca stood by the door, explaining helplessly to Rita Skeeter, and this was probably the third time he had said these words.

We can only calm down and wait now, he continued to reassure, After the International Federation of Wizards interrogates the parties involved and the written verdict is officially released, the follow-up process will be carried out in accordance with the judgment made by the Federation. Adjust accordingly...

At this point, Maca paused for a while, then spread his hands and said: So, wait a little longer! At least it is impossible to cancel Mr. Le May's inheritance publicly, that is to say, sooner or later you will be the first A writer of first-hand material.

Oh, I know that too, but—

Skeeter still felt very reconciled, after all, it was related to her lot of Galleons!

Mr. McLean...

Rita Skeeter, a woman, usually has a domineering attitude, even when facing high-status figures, she is not too humble. Coupled with her reports that she disregarded the truth for the sake of gimmicks, there are really many people who hate her.

But when it comes to her own income, will she show such real distress?

Maca looked at Skeeter's face covered with thick foundation, and looked at the eagerness and helplessness in her eyes, and her mood, which was still a little dull, couldn't help but refreshed a lot.

Occasionally watching the pain of others, it seems to feel good... He suddenly felt that he seemed to have an urge to laugh,

Can you at least decompress yourself?

Okay, Ms. Skeeter, Maca continued after thinking for a while, how about it! I'll write a letter for you, and you take the letter to Mr. Scrimgeour, the Minister of Magic. He may I can arrange for you to meet with the person involved in the attack and take a photo or something...

As he spoke, he grabbed the notepad and shorthand quill that Rita Skeeter was carrying with him, and began to write casually.

If you're lucky, you may be able to seize this opportunity before the Ministry of Magic transfers the prisoner to the Federation. I think you understand that once she is sent to the Federation, the level of isolation will rise again, like It is almost impossible for you wizard media to meet her in advance...

After Maca quickly wrote the content on the notepad and signed it, he reached out and grabbed it, and the paper was automatically torn from it, and folded horizontally and vertically into the shape of an envelope.

But please also pay attention to what can be written and what can't be written... I believe that a senior writer like you should be able to distinguish clearly.

After that, he handed the letter to Rita Skeeter, and the other party hurriedly took it.

I'm going to have breakfast... Maca returned the notepad and quill to her casually, then shrugged and said, How about it, do you want to try today's pan-fried ham with me? York County oak smoked, very tasty!

Ah, no... no... Skeeter hurriedly grabbed the letter and ran towards the main gate of the castle. Right now, every second counts, Sir, I wish you a pleasant meal...

The champion of the event turned into an attacker overnight, and the target of the attack was still the provider of the prize. This must be quite eye-catching news.

Yes, this point, I am afraid that the media of the world's magic world will realize it at the first time.

It's a pity, because the incident is unusual, it's not easy to conduct an interview with that special prisoner—our Minister of Magic, he doesn't even want any accidents to happen again, so how can he let the wizarding media go out of his way? Woolen cloth?

Wish me a happy meal? Maca glanced at Skeeter's back, then turned and walked into the auditorium, Then you have to be happy...

He provided Rita Skeeter with this interview opportunity, which is equivalent to giving Hogwarts another opportunity to show himself, and it can be regarded as squeezing the last bit of heat from this event in the UK.

However, that wasn't enough to cheer him up.

Professor McLean— Good morning, Professor! Hey, McLean—

As soon as he entered the auditorium, students of all grades greeted him. Last night he moved such a big stone tablet and came back. Although he didn't actually see many little wizards, at least some people really saw it.

Of course, it is impossible for Professor McGonagall to allow them to spread nonsense about this matter, and it must be discussed in private.

However, this did not prevent them from becoming full of curiosity about Maca again.

On the contrary, the matter of the old witch attacking others in the school, no matter how much disturbance the outside world caused, it didn't seem to cause too much discussion among the young wizards.

Well, good morning, everyone.

Just as Maca passed the side aisle and walked all the way to the teaching bench in front of the auditorium, Alexander on the Gryffindor long table was surrounded by a large group of people.

Last night, both he and Enns were brought back to the principal's office by Professor McGonagall, and were given double severe punishments. As for deducting college points or something, that's secondary.

And now, Alexander is very busy telling what he saw and heard last night, because he is one of the few witnesses who saw the whole process!

Harry, you said... what is the 'a large black stone tablet' that Alexander mentioned?

Beside the group of people, Ron and Harry were eating together, intermittently, and intermittently heard Alexander's narration, as well as the chaotic noise of other students.

How do I know... Harry shook his head, How many times have we figured out what Maca is doing? Don't think about it, Maca will take care of it anyway...

Harry!

Sitting in the old seat across from them was still Hermione. Seeing what Harry said, she immediately raised her head and stared while she was eating.

Who is Maca from us? Hermione ordered the plate with a fork, and said with a serious face, He is our friend, understand? Harry, Ron, turn your heads and look at Maca, look Look at his expression—”

Of course they understood what Hermione meant, but...

I said, Ron didn't look at it, but said with a depressed face, There's nothing to be seen from Maca's expression. Didn't we already know that?

Harry raised his head and glanced in the direction of the teaching staff, but the fact is that, as Ron said, Maca was as gentle and calm as usual from the beginning to the end, and there was nothing to see at all.

Didn't you find out? As long as he spends more time thinking, it means that he must have encountered some difficult problems...

Oh, you observe so carefully!

While Ron let out an inexplicable sigh, Harry pondered: Since the last clue was interrupted, there has been no progress in the search for the Horcrux...

So, what we have to do now, shouldn't we continue to improve ourselves? Recently, my silent spell skills have become very proficient. If our cooperation is strengthened, I think it will really help Maca. Isn't it?

...I hope so! Hermione hesitated, but nodded.

Don't worry! Our hard work for so long is not in vain, Harry couldn't help but continued to encourage, And... Hermione, don't be too anxious...

Thinking of Hermione's anomaly last time, Harry and Ron couldn't help but feel worried, for fear that she would go into a corner again if she didn't pay attention.

Thanks, I know.

Just as the three of them fell silent again involuntarily, a person suddenly walked in at the entrance of the side corridor of the auditorium. He paused at the door, glanced in the direction of the teaching staff, and then started walking there again like a gust of wind.

Snape? Ron muttered under his breath. Look at his prim face, so what?

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