134 Rita Skeeter
·
Bai Bai Le Kai Shui
As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened with a bang.
A woman wore a pair of jewel-encrusted glasses and had a head of finely styled golden curls. Her teeth were exposed, and she opened a smile that she obviously thought was charming. Her fat fingers spread out, clawing like an evil ghost. On the edge of the door.
Rita Skeeter, a well-known reporter for the Daily Prophet.
Her appraising eyes fell on Tver through the glasses and Malvolio, who was one body behind.
"Delix, I have heard your name many times. You are a rising criminal nemesis in the magic world. Many people are curious about your transformation during this period. How about you? Are you interested in letting me do an exclusive interview?"
Rita licked her lips, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Malvolio sighed.
"Hurry up, I'm afraid I can't bear it anymore."
This sentence was incomprehensible, and Rita was very confused.
But Tver spoke now.
"You will have a chance to chat slowly, right, Delis?" Malvolio nodded with a look of disgust, "But we came to see you today for other reasons."
Rita looked at Tver again in surprise.
Handsome and gentle, this is the only impression left on her.
If the introduction just now did not lie, this person is at most a professor at Hogwarts.
She even dared to tease Dumbledore and expose his disguise. Yes, she had always thought that Dumbledore's friendliness was just his mask.
What's more, a professor under him?
But benefits?
She thought she had guessed the truth about Delis's obedience.
"Come in." Rita turned around boredly, just to look at the handsome guy.
Malvolio looked at Rita's back with a hint of cruelty in his eyes.
"Although I feel more and more that your approach is indeed better than mine, I have to advise you that at certain times, being tougher is more effective."
Tver also realized that this well-known reporter was arrogant and shook his head helplessly.
"There will be a chance."
The two of them followed Rita to the living room, which was as flashy as her makeup.
What caught the eye was a large portrait half a person's height, placed at the front of the living room. In the portrait, Rita Skeeter looked at them with a sophisticated look, a playful smile on her lips, and played with her left hand. A fine quill pen.
Just like Rita now.
She sat on a sofa chair in front of a bookcase, with a thick stack of newspapers neatly stacked behind it, which was even higher than when she sat down.
"I only have tea here, okay?"
She seemed to be asking, but the wand in her hand kept moving, and she waved two tea cups over.
"No, if everything goes well, we will leave soon."
Tver smiled and sat on the sofa opposite. The tea cup was still halfway there before he stopped.
Seeing this scene, Rita's smile gradually disappeared.
"Let's just say it, do you mind if I use a shorthand quill?"
Before Tver could answer, the quill in her hand instantly jumped into the air. At the same time, a roll of parchment spread out and flew below.
"If I guess correctly, you are the mysterious heir to the Welfare family, right?" She said confidently.
"So, why did you come to me? Do you plan to publicize your family's existence? Or do you plan to let me create public opinion and help you build a reputation for politics like your grandfather did?"
As a well-known journalist, Rita is always much better informed.
Of course, Tver does not intend to hide his identity. Sometimes, it is more convenient to act as the heir of a pure-blood family.
"No," Tver took out a few photos and floated them gently in front of her, "I just hope you can write a report about some recent events in Hogwarts."
Rita took the photo in surprise.
She received a similar request, also from a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, asking her to write an account of her wonderful deeds while teaching in his class.
But she just glanced at it and threw it into the trash can.
It won't be the same this time, right?
She looked through it with curiosity, but soon she couldn't turn it over anymore.
The students were petrified, with horrified expressions frozen on their faces, and they lay stiffly on the hospital bed!
She immediately recognized it as a bed in the Hogwarts hospital.
Petrochemical?Attack?Horrified expression...Dumbledore is conducting magic experiments on students? !
In just a few seconds, hundreds of thoughts were swirling in her mind.
As if feeling the master's excitement, the quill beside him trembled and slid quickly on the parchment, eagerly waiting for the master's opening.
"If it's petrified, can it be solved by breaking the curse?"
If the incident had been resolved, the reporting would have been less shocking.
"This is black magic. To relieve this state, you have to wait for half a year for the mandrake to mature."
Tver's answer was exactly what Rita wanted. Her mouth opened wide and her eyes narrowed into slits with laughter, like a shark smelling the smell of blood.
"Tell me more about it. If it satisfies me, I can write several reports specifically for your grandfather, you and your family. I can also introduce you to several senior officials from the Ministry of Magic. Don't doubt that I can still talk to them. The one who spoke.”
Tver shrugged indifferently and recounted the three attacks that had occurred in Hogwarts since the beginning of the school year.
The more Rita listened, the more satisfied she became. Her mouth kept opening and closing in response to Tver's words, whispering the conjectures in her mind.
The shorthand quill keeps trembling, making people worry that it will explode suddenly with excitement——
After two generations of Dark Lords, Dumbledore, huddled in the castle, finally revealed his ambitions.The author has always wondered why he refused the position of Minister of Magic and was willing to be a reclusive principal of a magic school.
Now, after careful investigation by the author, I finally discovered his elaborate conspiracy!
Dumbledore looked down upon the little Minister of Magic at all. He was trying to imitate his former best friend, Grindelwald, who controlled all of Europe with his powerful personal force and the generations of students he trained at Hogwarts. , and even the whole world!
And recent attacks at schools make it clear...
Before the quill could finish writing, it suddenly stopped motionless, and Tver finished what he needed to say.
"Sorry, my quill seems to be broken."
Rita smiled apologetically and quickly took out a new quill pen from the crocodile leather handbag next to her. She couldn't wait to record more content!
However, the new quill did not do what she expected. It still just came to the top of the parchment and stopped.
Just when she was about to take out the third quill in confusion, Tver stopped her.
"It's not about the quill, it's just that I don't want to see your report turn into that."
"Oh?" Rita thought Tver had a more exciting inside story, and her tone became a little more anxious.
"What is it? Dumbledore does not plan to become the Dark Lord, but plans to train several Dark Lords? For example, the savior?"
"No, I need you to describe Dumbledore as indispensable." Tweel said with a faint smile.
A woman wore a pair of jewel-encrusted glasses and had a head of finely styled golden curls. Her teeth were exposed, and she opened a smile that she obviously thought was charming. Her fat fingers spread out, clawing like an evil ghost. On the edge of the door.
Rita Skeeter, a well-known reporter for the Daily Prophet.
Her appraising eyes fell on Tver through the glasses and Malvolio, who was one body behind.
"Delix, I have heard your name many times. You are a rising criminal nemesis in the magic world. Many people are curious about your transformation during this period. How about you? Are you interested in letting me do an exclusive interview?"
Rita licked her lips, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Malvolio sighed.
"Hurry up, I'm afraid I can't bear it anymore."
This sentence was incomprehensible, and Rita was very confused.
But Tver spoke now.
"You will have a chance to chat slowly, right, Delis?" Malvolio nodded with a look of disgust, "But we came to see you today for other reasons."
Rita looked at Tver again in surprise.
Handsome and gentle, this is the only impression left on her.
If the introduction just now did not lie, this person is at most a professor at Hogwarts.
She even dared to tease Dumbledore and expose his disguise. Yes, she had always thought that Dumbledore's friendliness was just his mask.
What's more, a professor under him?
But benefits?
She thought she had guessed the truth about Delis's obedience.
"Come in." Rita turned around boredly, just to look at the handsome guy.
Malvolio looked at Rita's back with a hint of cruelty in his eyes.
"Although I feel more and more that your approach is indeed better than mine, I have to advise you that at certain times, being tougher is more effective."
Tver also realized that this well-known reporter was arrogant and shook his head helplessly.
"There will be a chance."
The two of them followed Rita to the living room, which was as flashy as her makeup.
What caught the eye was a large portrait half a person's height, placed at the front of the living room. In the portrait, Rita Skeeter looked at them with a sophisticated look, a playful smile on her lips, and played with her left hand. A fine quill pen.
Just like Rita now.
She sat on a sofa chair in front of a bookcase, with a thick stack of newspapers neatly stacked behind it, which was even higher than when she sat down.
"I only have tea here, okay?"
She seemed to be asking, but the wand in her hand kept moving, and she waved two tea cups over.
"No, if everything goes well, we will leave soon."
Tver smiled and sat on the sofa opposite. The tea cup was still halfway there before he stopped.
Seeing this scene, Rita's smile gradually disappeared.
"Let's just say it, do you mind if I use a shorthand quill?"
Before Tver could answer, the quill in her hand instantly jumped into the air. At the same time, a roll of parchment spread out and flew below.
"If I guess correctly, you are the mysterious heir to the Welfare family, right?" She said confidently.
"So, why did you come to me? Do you plan to publicize your family's existence? Or do you plan to let me create public opinion and help you build a reputation for politics like your grandfather did?"
As a well-known journalist, Rita is always much better informed.
Of course, Tver does not intend to hide his identity. Sometimes, it is more convenient to act as the heir of a pure-blood family.
"No," Tver took out a few photos and floated them gently in front of her, "I just hope you can write a report about some recent events in Hogwarts."
Rita took the photo in surprise.
She received a similar request, also from a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, asking her to write an account of her wonderful deeds while teaching in his class.
But she just glanced at it and threw it into the trash can.
It won't be the same this time, right?
She looked through it with curiosity, but soon she couldn't turn it over anymore.
The students were petrified, with horrified expressions frozen on their faces, and they lay stiffly on the hospital bed!
She immediately recognized it as a bed in the Hogwarts hospital.
Petrochemical?Attack?Horrified expression...Dumbledore is conducting magic experiments on students? !
In just a few seconds, hundreds of thoughts were swirling in her mind.
As if feeling the master's excitement, the quill beside him trembled and slid quickly on the parchment, eagerly waiting for the master's opening.
"If it's petrified, can it be solved by breaking the curse?"
If the incident had been resolved, the reporting would have been less shocking.
"This is black magic. To relieve this state, you have to wait for half a year for the mandrake to mature."
Tver's answer was exactly what Rita wanted. Her mouth opened wide and her eyes narrowed into slits with laughter, like a shark smelling the smell of blood.
"Tell me more about it. If it satisfies me, I can write several reports specifically for your grandfather, you and your family. I can also introduce you to several senior officials from the Ministry of Magic. Don't doubt that I can still talk to them. The one who spoke.”
Tver shrugged indifferently and recounted the three attacks that had occurred in Hogwarts since the beginning of the school year.
The more Rita listened, the more satisfied she became. Her mouth kept opening and closing in response to Tver's words, whispering the conjectures in her mind.
The shorthand quill keeps trembling, making people worry that it will explode suddenly with excitement——
After two generations of Dark Lords, Dumbledore, huddled in the castle, finally revealed his ambitions.The author has always wondered why he refused the position of Minister of Magic and was willing to be a reclusive principal of a magic school.
Now, after careful investigation by the author, I finally discovered his elaborate conspiracy!
Dumbledore looked down upon the little Minister of Magic at all. He was trying to imitate his former best friend, Grindelwald, who controlled all of Europe with his powerful personal force and the generations of students he trained at Hogwarts. , and even the whole world!
And recent attacks at schools make it clear...
Before the quill could finish writing, it suddenly stopped motionless, and Tver finished what he needed to say.
"Sorry, my quill seems to be broken."
Rita smiled apologetically and quickly took out a new quill pen from the crocodile leather handbag next to her. She couldn't wait to record more content!
However, the new quill did not do what she expected. It still just came to the top of the parchment and stopped.
Just when she was about to take out the third quill in confusion, Tver stopped her.
"It's not about the quill, it's just that I don't want to see your report turn into that."
"Oh?" Rita thought Tver had a more exciting inside story, and her tone became a little more anxious.
"What is it? Dumbledore does not plan to become the Dark Lord, but plans to train several Dark Lords? For example, the savior?"
"No, I need you to describe Dumbledore as indispensable." Tweel said with a faint smile.
