Chapter 342 Rita Skeeter's Submission
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Rui Chen 3499
Umbridge guessed: "Could it be that Headmaster Dumbledore is trying to give us a bad impression? Let the students spread some fake news, so as to make you be cautious in your words and actions."
"Just like when we had dementors stationed around the school, it was actually to let Dumbledore understand that the Ministry of Magic is the foundation of the wizarding world."
Fudge thought along Umbridge's words, "It's very possible! Because Dumbledore knew that the Daily Prophet was on our side, so he went to the Quibbler for help!"
Umbridge quickly asked for instructions: "So, Minister Fudge! What should we do?"
"Let's think about it..." Fudge kept banging his head, and the headache caused by the ice cream was gradually disappearing.
"By the way! There was a reporter called something before, she sent me a letter...the one who wore a pair of fancy glasses."
Umbridge reminded, "Rita Skeeter? Special correspondent for the Daily Prophet?"
"Yes! That's the woman!" Fudge opened the drawers under the desk, and finally found a parchment envelope with coffee stains in the bottom drawer.
"That's it! I was dealing with the proliferation of dementors at the time, and I felt sick when I saw these dangerous creatures, so I forgot about this letter!"
Fortunately, the parchment envelope was thick enough, and the coffee stains did not soak into the letter paper inside.
In addition to Rita's letter, there are several magical photos in the envelope.
Fudge ripped open the envelope roughly, and the photo floated in front of Umbridge.
When Umbridge saw the contents of those photos, his eyes couldn't help but widen, like a toad about to hunt.
After reading the letter, Fudge said with a little excitement: "Dolores! The reporter Rita Stark said that she took a picture of a wizard turning into a werewolf, and said that this wizard is a teacher at Hogwarts? "
"That's right!" Umbridge showed the photo in front of Fudge's eyes, which showed the whole process of a wizard turning into a werewolf.
"I have an impression of this teacher! He is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor personally invited by Headmaster Dumbledore! He was invited only this school year! His name is Remus Lupine!"
"Great!" Fudge slammed his fist on the desk, "Since he asked someone to smear me on "The Quibbler", then let's smear...tell the truth!"
"I want those parents to know how dangerous their children are now! Go and find Rita Stark for me! I have something to talk to her face to face!"
In the afternoon, the flames of the fireplace in the minister's office suddenly turned emerald green, and Rita Skeeter walked out of it.
She was wearing a shiny satin gown, the sleeves and cuffs fringed gently with the steps, looking very dazzling.
"It's the first time I've had this kind of treatment. The exclusive channel of the minister's office. It seems that my dear Minister Fudge seems a little anxious?"
She opened the crocodile leather handbag, took out a roll of parchment and a dark green quill from inside, adjusted her glasses full of jewels, and said with a smile, "I don't know what Minister Fudge does?"
"Ms. Stark, right?" Fudge coughed lightly, "I was busy with government affairs before, and I just saw your letter today."
"You took a picture of a werewolf, and that werewolf was hired by Hogwarts to be a teacher at Hogwarts, right?"
Rita Skeeter tried not to look displeased, and listened to Fudge very patiently.
"Yes! Minister Fudge! I did take a picture of a werewolf professor before. Besides, my surname is Skeeter, not Stark, thank you!"
"Oh... sorry..." Fudge nodded, "I found out that the photo was taken in Hogsmeade Village, probably during the period when Aurors and Dementors were stationed at Hogwarts."
"I remember that at that time, the Ministry of Magic had a clear regulation. For the sake of safety, Hogsmeade Village was under control and no journalists were allowed to enter. I don't know how you got these photos?"
Rita Skeeter felt that her smile was a little stiff, and she couldn't help cursing secretly in her heart: "What did that toad teach!"
She knew that Fudge was a bit confused and easy to talk. There were several reports about Hogwarts before, all done in a similar way.
It's just that Fudge thought so deeply this time, and after thinking about it for a while, she knew that Fudge must have been reminded by Umbridge.
Umbridge, even though he only served as the deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic, was much more difficult to deal with than Fudge.
Now they still want to use the decree of the Ministry of Magic to directly white wolf with empty hands.
If you want help from others, but don't want to pay the price, how can there be such a good thing!
Rita Skeeter pushed her glasses and said with a soft smile, "Hehe...Minister Fudge, since you have made your point clear, then I won't beat around the bush!"
"The price we negotiated before was 150 gold Galleons for an article. This time I can give you a [-]% discount, only [-] Galleons. What do you think?"
"Miss Scott, do you want to go to Azkaban to stay for a few days?" Fudge said with a frown, "The previous deal between me and you was based on the fact that you did not break the law."
"But this time the situation is different. You entered Hogsmeade Village to take pictures despite breaking the law!"
"Do you think there is such a possibility? The reason why we have been unable to catch Sirius is actually because you are tipping the news?"
"Just for this crime... I don't know how many years you can be imprisoned in Azkaban?"
Rita Skeeter gasped involuntarily, anger was already burning in her chest.
Fudge not only called her by the wrong last name again and again, but even frightened her directly, making her feel insulted.
She wished she could slap on the table and directly reject all of Fudge's requests.
But once the photos become evidence of her violation, I'm afraid it is really possible to go to Azkaban to serve her sentence...
Thinking of this, Rita Skeeter could only try to adjust her mentality, and continued to quote carefully, "Fifty Galleons! This is the lowest price! Otherwise, I can't guarantee the quality of the article!"
Fudge sat in front of her pursing his lips with a very serious expression.
The whole room seemed to be very depressed as Fudge became serious.
Just when she was about to give in and accept Fudge's white piao article, Fudge stretched out his hand and smiled, "Ms. Scott, thank you for your understanding! That's the deal!"
Rita Skeeter took out a handkerchief to wipe off her sweat, held Fudge's hand, forced a smile on her face, "Hehe... cooperation... happy cooperation!"
"Just like when we had dementors stationed around the school, it was actually to let Dumbledore understand that the Ministry of Magic is the foundation of the wizarding world."
Fudge thought along Umbridge's words, "It's very possible! Because Dumbledore knew that the Daily Prophet was on our side, so he went to the Quibbler for help!"
Umbridge quickly asked for instructions: "So, Minister Fudge! What should we do?"
"Let's think about it..." Fudge kept banging his head, and the headache caused by the ice cream was gradually disappearing.
"By the way! There was a reporter called something before, she sent me a letter...the one who wore a pair of fancy glasses."
Umbridge reminded, "Rita Skeeter? Special correspondent for the Daily Prophet?"
"Yes! That's the woman!" Fudge opened the drawers under the desk, and finally found a parchment envelope with coffee stains in the bottom drawer.
"That's it! I was dealing with the proliferation of dementors at the time, and I felt sick when I saw these dangerous creatures, so I forgot about this letter!"
Fortunately, the parchment envelope was thick enough, and the coffee stains did not soak into the letter paper inside.
In addition to Rita's letter, there are several magical photos in the envelope.
Fudge ripped open the envelope roughly, and the photo floated in front of Umbridge.
When Umbridge saw the contents of those photos, his eyes couldn't help but widen, like a toad about to hunt.
After reading the letter, Fudge said with a little excitement: "Dolores! The reporter Rita Stark said that she took a picture of a wizard turning into a werewolf, and said that this wizard is a teacher at Hogwarts? "
"That's right!" Umbridge showed the photo in front of Fudge's eyes, which showed the whole process of a wizard turning into a werewolf.
"I have an impression of this teacher! He is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor personally invited by Headmaster Dumbledore! He was invited only this school year! His name is Remus Lupine!"
"Great!" Fudge slammed his fist on the desk, "Since he asked someone to smear me on "The Quibbler", then let's smear...tell the truth!"
"I want those parents to know how dangerous their children are now! Go and find Rita Stark for me! I have something to talk to her face to face!"
In the afternoon, the flames of the fireplace in the minister's office suddenly turned emerald green, and Rita Skeeter walked out of it.
She was wearing a shiny satin gown, the sleeves and cuffs fringed gently with the steps, looking very dazzling.
"It's the first time I've had this kind of treatment. The exclusive channel of the minister's office. It seems that my dear Minister Fudge seems a little anxious?"
She opened the crocodile leather handbag, took out a roll of parchment and a dark green quill from inside, adjusted her glasses full of jewels, and said with a smile, "I don't know what Minister Fudge does?"
"Ms. Stark, right?" Fudge coughed lightly, "I was busy with government affairs before, and I just saw your letter today."
"You took a picture of a werewolf, and that werewolf was hired by Hogwarts to be a teacher at Hogwarts, right?"
Rita Skeeter tried not to look displeased, and listened to Fudge very patiently.
"Yes! Minister Fudge! I did take a picture of a werewolf professor before. Besides, my surname is Skeeter, not Stark, thank you!"
"Oh... sorry..." Fudge nodded, "I found out that the photo was taken in Hogsmeade Village, probably during the period when Aurors and Dementors were stationed at Hogwarts."
"I remember that at that time, the Ministry of Magic had a clear regulation. For the sake of safety, Hogsmeade Village was under control and no journalists were allowed to enter. I don't know how you got these photos?"
Rita Skeeter felt that her smile was a little stiff, and she couldn't help cursing secretly in her heart: "What did that toad teach!"
She knew that Fudge was a bit confused and easy to talk. There were several reports about Hogwarts before, all done in a similar way.
It's just that Fudge thought so deeply this time, and after thinking about it for a while, she knew that Fudge must have been reminded by Umbridge.
Umbridge, even though he only served as the deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic, was much more difficult to deal with than Fudge.
Now they still want to use the decree of the Ministry of Magic to directly white wolf with empty hands.
If you want help from others, but don't want to pay the price, how can there be such a good thing!
Rita Skeeter pushed her glasses and said with a soft smile, "Hehe...Minister Fudge, since you have made your point clear, then I won't beat around the bush!"
"The price we negotiated before was 150 gold Galleons for an article. This time I can give you a [-]% discount, only [-] Galleons. What do you think?"
"Miss Scott, do you want to go to Azkaban to stay for a few days?" Fudge said with a frown, "The previous deal between me and you was based on the fact that you did not break the law."
"But this time the situation is different. You entered Hogsmeade Village to take pictures despite breaking the law!"
"Do you think there is such a possibility? The reason why we have been unable to catch Sirius is actually because you are tipping the news?"
"Just for this crime... I don't know how many years you can be imprisoned in Azkaban?"
Rita Skeeter gasped involuntarily, anger was already burning in her chest.
Fudge not only called her by the wrong last name again and again, but even frightened her directly, making her feel insulted.
She wished she could slap on the table and directly reject all of Fudge's requests.
But once the photos become evidence of her violation, I'm afraid it is really possible to go to Azkaban to serve her sentence...
Thinking of this, Rita Skeeter could only try to adjust her mentality, and continued to quote carefully, "Fifty Galleons! This is the lowest price! Otherwise, I can't guarantee the quality of the article!"
Fudge sat in front of her pursing his lips with a very serious expression.
The whole room seemed to be very depressed as Fudge became serious.
Just when she was about to give in and accept Fudge's white piao article, Fudge stretched out his hand and smiled, "Ms. Scott, thank you for your understanding! That's the deal!"
Rita Skeeter took out a handkerchief to wipe off her sweat, held Fudge's hand, forced a smile on her face, "Hehe... cooperation... happy cooperation!"
