Chapter 277 Voldemort is a Good Shield
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Not long after dinner, Rita, who had been talking about just now, came.
She changed into a light robe and rang the bell next to the confinement gate.
The door was opened by Vincent, who had just finished exercising after dinner.
"You really don't want to let go of any chance."
"As a qualified reporter, I think the first thing is to have enough curiosity, right?"
He nodded slightly, "Sometimes you are too curious, but it will kill you."
Rita put away the smirk on her face, "I'll take care of it, Mr. Perfect."
This analogy is a bit strange, but she really couldn't find a single weakness.
"Thank you for your appreciation, reporter." Vincent walked into the house.
Eric, who was sitting on the sofa, raised his head, then lowered his head and continued to maintain the gun.
Evelyn put down the novel in her hand, glanced at it with Gu Gu, and then continued to read.
Not at the same time, but at the same place.
As if yesterday happened again, Rita slightly tightened the light robe around her body.
In that position last year, she wouldn't sit there even if she was killed!
Vincent sat on it, "Journalist, we can start."
The atmosphere in this family is very strange.
Rita sat opposite and took out a small notebook and a quill.
"First question, have you encountered any troubles in the American wizarding world other than Fulakan?"
As expected of a professional, just ask the key points when you come up.
Vincent smiled and shook his head, "It's not a trouble for me, it's even something to be happy about."
"May I know the details?"
"Chairman Randolph will want you."
"What—" Rita nearly bit her tongue.
She suppressed the sudden surge of excitement in her heart, "I heard that the Magic Congress has mobilized almost all its staff. Are they looking for something?"
"Yes."
"What is it!" She held the quill extremely fast, and she wrote a whole page in less than two minutes.
"The Witch Party." Vincent didn't give a shit.
"It really is big news!" Rita's knuckles were so hard that the paper in the small book was pierced.
"Are you satisfied, reporter?"
She turned her head and saw four smiling faces.
"Crack——" Erica pulled the bolt of the assembled rifle.
Evelyn and Gu Gu, who closed the book with a snap, were looking at her.
The nearest Vincent took out his wand.
This big news comes at a price.
"Pa-ta--" Rita accidentally broke the nib of the quill.
The dripping ink flowed on the paper, forming three lines of characters very strangely.
[Want to know more?
you deserve to know more,
I can assure you that this is big enough news to shake the world. ]
This is a silent spell, a silent spell from a 12-year-old wizard.
"I—I think."
The tip of the alder stick pointed at her little book.
[Quirinas Quirrell is just a puppet, and there is someone else behind the scenes.
You might as well guess, who is he? ]
Rita's breathing became heavier, trying to forget the answer she had just come up with.
[Yes, he is Lord Vold——]
She hurriedly closed the small book, panting heavily as if she was exhausted.
"He—he's dead."
Vincent lowered his wand, "Being famous has its price.
We have lost our privacy, our former ordinary life.
If you want further fame, you need to pay the corresponding price. "
In Rita's eyes, he doesn't look like a 12-year-old wizard at all.
Seduce her step by step, let her fall into the trap willingly.
"Evidence—do you have any evidence?"
The four big smiling faces made her "fragile" little heart beat wildly.
The content of the report is not even a third of the truth, and now you want 100% conclusive evidence?
Don't say no, even if there is, I won't give it.
What lies ahead of Rita is a gamble.
Win and reach the pinnacle of your career;
If you lose, there will be no place for the wizarding world.
It has nothing to do with justice and evil, and it has nothing to do with the existence or non-existence of small tricks.
Vincent put down his wand and crossed his fingers on the coffee table, "If he is really dead, why don't you dare to call him by his name?"
Rita tensed up, her eyes flicked to the windows and the door.
"Deep in your hearts, you all know that he will definitely come back.
I could imagine him coming back, but it was treated as if he hadn't. "
Her intuition has always been very keen.
But for Vincent, he felt at a loss for the first time in his career.
Well-organized, the key is interest.
A figure automatically appeared in her mind.
Very charismatic, and can easily read people's hearts.
Rita's emotions gradually calmed down.
She gave a big smile that wasn't faked.
"Flawless Mr. Vincent Wayne, of course I will not give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
Vincent's goal has been achieved.
Voldemort's cruel personality can just serve as a qualified shield.
Rita seems to be bold and reckless, but in fact she spares her life more than anyone else.
He could foresee the emergence of a page dedicated to reporting Death Eaters, and even more foreseeable that people would dig out the truth behind Quirrell from it.
Whether the Ministry of Magic will stop it in advance depends on this famous reporter who has already got up and is about to leave.
"By the way, Mr. Seamless—"
Rita turned around in front of the door, "You should know who the new Defense Against the Dark Arts book class is at Hogwarts, right?"
"Gilderoy Lockhart."
The smile on her face was quite meaningful, "I once focused on investigating his deeds, but unfortunately Minister Fudge then took out the special report I was about to complete."
Both Lockhart and she are students of Ravenclaw, wizards chasing fame and fortune, and people who have achieved certain achievements in their own fields.
Rita knew how she got to this position, so she started to investigate the other party.
Do not check, I don’t know, I’m scared.
During his school days, Lockhart was even more high-profile than Vincent.
He once asked the principal to start a school newspaper;
Carve your name on the Quidditch pitch in 20-foot-long letters;
I also sent myself [-] Valentine's Day cards;
In the end, he boldly adopted a method similar to the Dark Mark to project his own portrait into the sky of the castle.
The superficial deeds are so extraordinary, and some private remarks reflect the essence of vanity.
"He said he would make the Philosopher's Stone before graduation, and he planned to lead England's Quidditch team to the World Cup and eventually become Britain's youngest Minister for Magic."
Rita felt as much physical and psychological discomfort as she did seeing a Tepo warthog.
"If it wasn't for Minister Fudge's intervention, I would definitely rank him No. 1 among the big braggarts in the magic world."
Vincent knew why Rita was showing kindness.
Cooperation is out of the question, it is just a relationship of interest at present.
Since it was in return, there was a high probability that the news she provided would be true.
……
……
She changed into a light robe and rang the bell next to the confinement gate.
The door was opened by Vincent, who had just finished exercising after dinner.
"You really don't want to let go of any chance."
"As a qualified reporter, I think the first thing is to have enough curiosity, right?"
He nodded slightly, "Sometimes you are too curious, but it will kill you."
Rita put away the smirk on her face, "I'll take care of it, Mr. Perfect."
This analogy is a bit strange, but she really couldn't find a single weakness.
"Thank you for your appreciation, reporter." Vincent walked into the house.
Eric, who was sitting on the sofa, raised his head, then lowered his head and continued to maintain the gun.
Evelyn put down the novel in her hand, glanced at it with Gu Gu, and then continued to read.
Not at the same time, but at the same place.
As if yesterday happened again, Rita slightly tightened the light robe around her body.
In that position last year, she wouldn't sit there even if she was killed!
Vincent sat on it, "Journalist, we can start."
The atmosphere in this family is very strange.
Rita sat opposite and took out a small notebook and a quill.
"First question, have you encountered any troubles in the American wizarding world other than Fulakan?"
As expected of a professional, just ask the key points when you come up.
Vincent smiled and shook his head, "It's not a trouble for me, it's even something to be happy about."
"May I know the details?"
"Chairman Randolph will want you."
"What—" Rita nearly bit her tongue.
She suppressed the sudden surge of excitement in her heart, "I heard that the Magic Congress has mobilized almost all its staff. Are they looking for something?"
"Yes."
"What is it!" She held the quill extremely fast, and she wrote a whole page in less than two minutes.
"The Witch Party." Vincent didn't give a shit.
"It really is big news!" Rita's knuckles were so hard that the paper in the small book was pierced.
"Are you satisfied, reporter?"
She turned her head and saw four smiling faces.
"Crack——" Erica pulled the bolt of the assembled rifle.
Evelyn and Gu Gu, who closed the book with a snap, were looking at her.
The nearest Vincent took out his wand.
This big news comes at a price.
"Pa-ta--" Rita accidentally broke the nib of the quill.
The dripping ink flowed on the paper, forming three lines of characters very strangely.
[Want to know more?
you deserve to know more,
I can assure you that this is big enough news to shake the world. ]
This is a silent spell, a silent spell from a 12-year-old wizard.
"I—I think."
The tip of the alder stick pointed at her little book.
[Quirinas Quirrell is just a puppet, and there is someone else behind the scenes.
You might as well guess, who is he? ]
Rita's breathing became heavier, trying to forget the answer she had just come up with.
[Yes, he is Lord Vold——]
She hurriedly closed the small book, panting heavily as if she was exhausted.
"He—he's dead."
Vincent lowered his wand, "Being famous has its price.
We have lost our privacy, our former ordinary life.
If you want further fame, you need to pay the corresponding price. "
In Rita's eyes, he doesn't look like a 12-year-old wizard at all.
Seduce her step by step, let her fall into the trap willingly.
"Evidence—do you have any evidence?"
The four big smiling faces made her "fragile" little heart beat wildly.
The content of the report is not even a third of the truth, and now you want 100% conclusive evidence?
Don't say no, even if there is, I won't give it.
What lies ahead of Rita is a gamble.
Win and reach the pinnacle of your career;
If you lose, there will be no place for the wizarding world.
It has nothing to do with justice and evil, and it has nothing to do with the existence or non-existence of small tricks.
Vincent put down his wand and crossed his fingers on the coffee table, "If he is really dead, why don't you dare to call him by his name?"
Rita tensed up, her eyes flicked to the windows and the door.
"Deep in your hearts, you all know that he will definitely come back.
I could imagine him coming back, but it was treated as if he hadn't. "
Her intuition has always been very keen.
But for Vincent, he felt at a loss for the first time in his career.
Well-organized, the key is interest.
A figure automatically appeared in her mind.
Very charismatic, and can easily read people's hearts.
Rita's emotions gradually calmed down.
She gave a big smile that wasn't faked.
"Flawless Mr. Vincent Wayne, of course I will not give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
Vincent's goal has been achieved.
Voldemort's cruel personality can just serve as a qualified shield.
Rita seems to be bold and reckless, but in fact she spares her life more than anyone else.
He could foresee the emergence of a page dedicated to reporting Death Eaters, and even more foreseeable that people would dig out the truth behind Quirrell from it.
Whether the Ministry of Magic will stop it in advance depends on this famous reporter who has already got up and is about to leave.
"By the way, Mr. Seamless—"
Rita turned around in front of the door, "You should know who the new Defense Against the Dark Arts book class is at Hogwarts, right?"
"Gilderoy Lockhart."
The smile on her face was quite meaningful, "I once focused on investigating his deeds, but unfortunately Minister Fudge then took out the special report I was about to complete."
Both Lockhart and she are students of Ravenclaw, wizards chasing fame and fortune, and people who have achieved certain achievements in their own fields.
Rita knew how she got to this position, so she started to investigate the other party.
Do not check, I don’t know, I’m scared.
During his school days, Lockhart was even more high-profile than Vincent.
He once asked the principal to start a school newspaper;
Carve your name on the Quidditch pitch in 20-foot-long letters;
I also sent myself [-] Valentine's Day cards;
In the end, he boldly adopted a method similar to the Dark Mark to project his own portrait into the sky of the castle.
The superficial deeds are so extraordinary, and some private remarks reflect the essence of vanity.
"He said he would make the Philosopher's Stone before graduation, and he planned to lead England's Quidditch team to the World Cup and eventually become Britain's youngest Minister for Magic."
Rita felt as much physical and psychological discomfort as she did seeing a Tepo warthog.
"If it wasn't for Minister Fudge's intervention, I would definitely rank him No. 1 among the big braggarts in the magic world."
Vincent knew why Rita was showing kindness.
Cooperation is out of the question, it is just a relationship of interest at present.
Since it was in return, there was a high probability that the news she provided would be true.
……
……
