Chapter 586 Rita Skeeter’s Rejection
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Duan Wei Li Mao
Chapter 586 Rita Skeeter’s Rejection
"Yes, Mr. McPhail, I saw the resurrected Voldemort, and I know very well the ritual he used.
"Professor Dumbledore is not joking. He is really back. If necessary, I can attend your meeting at any time and answer some questions..."
Diagon Alley, The Leaky Cauldron.
Kyle sat in a relatively quiet place, writing a reply to Doug McPhail on parchment.
During the period after the holidays, he often received similar letters asking if he had really seen the resurrected Voldemort.
Most of the people who wrote letters were magical animal experts whom I met last time at the Romanian Fire Dragon Sanctuary.
For example, Professor Locknear of Beauxbatons, Mrs. Rozino who studies fire dragons in North America, and Hagrid's favorite, Mr. Lima, who published "The Monster Book of Monsters".
Presumably Dumbledore told Newt, and Newt found them later.
Then there are those who awarded him the Order of Merlin before.
Doug McPhail is one of them. This morning is the second time he has written to inquire about the authenticity of this matter.
"But for now, if you don't have anything else to do... I'll go back and write tomorrow's front-page article."
resurrection?Do not make jokes.
He wanted to know if Kyle would attend the meeting. If so, he would not ask some questions in the letter.
This time, Rita Skeeter was silent. She sat down again, picked up the butterbeer on the table and drank it.
"Then don't do it...it's so stingy."
The only person in the wizarding world who is still alive after being hit by the Death Curse is the famous Harry Potter, but he was not dead at the time.
"A very tempting offer." Rita Skeeter said, but she did not answer Kyle's question directly. Instead, she picked up the butterbeer and took a sip.
"Are you scared?" Kyle said with a smile, "This is the first time I know that you are also scared sometimes."
"Just because I don't let you write about me using the expansion spell on the owl?" Kyle asked, "No, it's just a joke from Old Tom."
"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't stop you from announcing the news of the mysterious man's resurrection to the magical world, right?"
"How much."
"Merlin's Beard, what did you feed that owl, dragon liver? Or did you use a swelling spell on it?"
Although she would no longer be able to get any secret information after doing this, and she might face various investigations and even pay a high price for it, but at least it was better than being directly reported by Kyle.
"Do you know how much torture this is for me?" she couldn't help but say.
Old Tom turned around without saying a word and returned to the bar.
<divclass="contentadv">Kyle pushed one of the bottles of butterbeer to Rita Skeeter and continued: "In fact, if you really want to report the news about the mysterious man, not only will I not stop it, but I will Give you a generous reward.
Old Tom at the bar raised his head and looked at a few owl feathers on the ground, "If you could replace it with a normal owl, you would find that the window is just right.
The movement here attracted the attention of many people, but when they saw it was Rita Skeeter, they all turned their heads silently.
Although the things she wrote before had a lot of artistic processing, they were all based on an extension of a small part of the truth.
The most they can do is turn into ghosts.
Rita Skeeter fell silent again.
Kyle just looked at her calmly and said nothing.
But this is impossible. Everyone knows that the mysterious man has been killed by the savior, Harry Potter...
Rita Skeeter didn't care about the commotion around her. She took a deep breath and said word by word: "But I will not and cannot publish articles that people don't like. This will make my reputation plummet.
"No problem, please pay ten galleons first."
"Tom, two butterbeers," Kyle said loudly, "Also, have you ever thought about opening the windows wider?"
"I, Rita Skeeter, have never been afraid to publish anything!"
She stood up and said, "The Daily Prophet has pushed me so many times... Oh, thank you for the butterbeer."
"How about a hundred galleons for each article... As long as you write ten articles in a row, you can get all the prize money I won in the Triwizard Tournament."
"To be honest, when it comes to making up stories, you are more suitable for this job than me. I almost believed it just now.
"Even if I use the photo as a bargaining chip?" Kyle asked calmly.
"I don't think it's necessary."
"If that's the case," Kyle said. "Then another glass of Ogden gold mead."
"Didn't you just say you would invite me?"
There was a hint of pleading in Rita Skeeter's tone, "It's not worth it, and you will also be affected. You just won the Triwizard Tournament and are a member of Sir Merlin. There is no need to talk to Dumbledore." Go crazy with that Potter! It's not worth it!"
"I don't understand why you do this, just to scare other people? If so, you can completely change the reason, or just leave it to me. I will write it for you. There is no need to use the name of the mysterious person. This is A taboo!”
"Butterbeer and biscuits only," Old Tom said calmly.
"The winner of the Triwizard Tournament used an expansion spell on his pet owl. It's a really good topic. Can I write about it?"
"You know that's not what I'm talking about." Rita Skeeter lowered her voice.
To be honest, Kyle didn't actually get the news from Dumbledore, but he didn't mind making an extra trip if necessary.
"I would rather go to the Ministry of Magic right now and admit that I am an Animagus." Rita Skeeter lowered her voice and said firmly: "But don't even think about it, I swear!"
After a long time, she said, "I could pay for that photo, with all my savings."
In the letter, he also mentioned that Dumbledore was planning to hold a meeting in his own name to explain the matter in detail and formulate a series of subsequent plans.
Rita Skeeter raised her eyebrows and said no more, but her hand kept pressing on the fancy automatic quill.
"I'm not short of money," Kyle said.
She has never written anything as false as the mysterious man's resurrection.
Rita Skeeter's expression kept changing, and finally her expression gradually turned gloomy and fierce.
Although Dumbledore said the same thing, no one believed it, including her.
At this time, Old Tom happened to come over with two glasses of butter beer and a plate of butter biscuits.
However, the person sitting opposite him was amused by Old Tom's words, and let out a harsh, somewhat artificial laugh.
"No need this time." He showed a few shaky teeth, "Congratulations on winning the Triwizard Tournament. Hogwarts has not won this honor for a long time."
"1858 Minister for Magic Dougal MacPhail, the resurrected You-Know-Who, Dumbledore's personal meeting.
No one wants to come into contact with this guy who is good at telling trouble, if they still care about their reputation...
However, it can be seen from the scrawled words on the parchment that even though he already knew the news, his heart was still not very peaceful.
"I don't know what game you are playing, but I know that if I tell everyone that the mysterious man who triggered the Magic War more than ten years ago is back, guess what will happen?
"They will think of me as something like Xenophilius Lovegood, and my career will be over. I will never make such a stupid decision!"
"What do you think?" Kyle said without raising his head.
Kyle shrugged, noncommittal.
The next second, the butterbeer glass hit the table hard.
As for those who died and resurrected... not one of them, including the most famous dark wizard in the Middle Ages, the despicable Herbo.
Rita Skeeter could imagine that if she really wrote this, not only the people who read the Daily Prophet, but also the Ministry of Magic would not let her go...unless the mysterious man really showed up later.
Kyle handed the written reply to Laton who was standing aside. The owl grabbed the envelope and squeezed out through the skylight with difficulty, leaving a few feathers behind.
"Any one of these three pieces of news would be enough to shock the entire magical world...but I can't write anything. Isn't this torture?"
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and her expression became more fierce.
"I will disclose every word you said today and tell everyone that you, like Dumbledore, are out-and-out lunatics, idiots who want to sensationalize!"
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"Yes, Mr. McPhail, I saw the resurrected Voldemort, and I know very well the ritual he used.
"Professor Dumbledore is not joking. He is really back. If necessary, I can attend your meeting at any time and answer some questions..."
Diagon Alley, The Leaky Cauldron.
Kyle sat in a relatively quiet place, writing a reply to Doug McPhail on parchment.
During the period after the holidays, he often received similar letters asking if he had really seen the resurrected Voldemort.
Most of the people who wrote letters were magical animal experts whom I met last time at the Romanian Fire Dragon Sanctuary.
For example, Professor Locknear of Beauxbatons, Mrs. Rozino who studies fire dragons in North America, and Hagrid's favorite, Mr. Lima, who published "The Monster Book of Monsters".
Presumably Dumbledore told Newt, and Newt found them later.
Then there are those who awarded him the Order of Merlin before.
Doug McPhail is one of them. This morning is the second time he has written to inquire about the authenticity of this matter.
"But for now, if you don't have anything else to do... I'll go back and write tomorrow's front-page article."
resurrection?Do not make jokes.
He wanted to know if Kyle would attend the meeting. If so, he would not ask some questions in the letter.
This time, Rita Skeeter was silent. She sat down again, picked up the butterbeer on the table and drank it.
"Then don't do it...it's so stingy."
The only person in the wizarding world who is still alive after being hit by the Death Curse is the famous Harry Potter, but he was not dead at the time.
"A very tempting offer." Rita Skeeter said, but she did not answer Kyle's question directly. Instead, she picked up the butterbeer and took a sip.
"Are you scared?" Kyle said with a smile, "This is the first time I know that you are also scared sometimes."
"Just because I don't let you write about me using the expansion spell on the owl?" Kyle asked, "No, it's just a joke from Old Tom."
"Don't talk nonsense, I didn't stop you from announcing the news of the mysterious man's resurrection to the magical world, right?"
"How much."
"Merlin's Beard, what did you feed that owl, dragon liver? Or did you use a swelling spell on it?"
Although she would no longer be able to get any secret information after doing this, and she might face various investigations and even pay a high price for it, but at least it was better than being directly reported by Kyle.
"Do you know how much torture this is for me?" she couldn't help but say.
Old Tom turned around without saying a word and returned to the bar.
<divclass="contentadv">Kyle pushed one of the bottles of butterbeer to Rita Skeeter and continued: "In fact, if you really want to report the news about the mysterious man, not only will I not stop it, but I will Give you a generous reward.
Old Tom at the bar raised his head and looked at a few owl feathers on the ground, "If you could replace it with a normal owl, you would find that the window is just right.
The movement here attracted the attention of many people, but when they saw it was Rita Skeeter, they all turned their heads silently.
Although the things she wrote before had a lot of artistic processing, they were all based on an extension of a small part of the truth.
The most they can do is turn into ghosts.
Rita Skeeter fell silent again.
Kyle just looked at her calmly and said nothing.
But this is impossible. Everyone knows that the mysterious man has been killed by the savior, Harry Potter...
Rita Skeeter didn't care about the commotion around her. She took a deep breath and said word by word: "But I will not and cannot publish articles that people don't like. This will make my reputation plummet.
"No problem, please pay ten galleons first."
"Tom, two butterbeers," Kyle said loudly, "Also, have you ever thought about opening the windows wider?"
"I, Rita Skeeter, have never been afraid to publish anything!"
She stood up and said, "The Daily Prophet has pushed me so many times... Oh, thank you for the butterbeer."
"How about a hundred galleons for each article... As long as you write ten articles in a row, you can get all the prize money I won in the Triwizard Tournament."
"To be honest, when it comes to making up stories, you are more suitable for this job than me. I almost believed it just now.
"Even if I use the photo as a bargaining chip?" Kyle asked calmly.
"I don't think it's necessary."
"If that's the case," Kyle said. "Then another glass of Ogden gold mead."
"Didn't you just say you would invite me?"
There was a hint of pleading in Rita Skeeter's tone, "It's not worth it, and you will also be affected. You just won the Triwizard Tournament and are a member of Sir Merlin. There is no need to talk to Dumbledore." Go crazy with that Potter! It's not worth it!"
"I don't understand why you do this, just to scare other people? If so, you can completely change the reason, or just leave it to me. I will write it for you. There is no need to use the name of the mysterious person. This is A taboo!”
"Butterbeer and biscuits only," Old Tom said calmly.
"The winner of the Triwizard Tournament used an expansion spell on his pet owl. It's a really good topic. Can I write about it?"
"You know that's not what I'm talking about." Rita Skeeter lowered her voice.
To be honest, Kyle didn't actually get the news from Dumbledore, but he didn't mind making an extra trip if necessary.
"I would rather go to the Ministry of Magic right now and admit that I am an Animagus." Rita Skeeter lowered her voice and said firmly: "But don't even think about it, I swear!"
After a long time, she said, "I could pay for that photo, with all my savings."
In the letter, he also mentioned that Dumbledore was planning to hold a meeting in his own name to explain the matter in detail and formulate a series of subsequent plans.
Rita Skeeter raised her eyebrows and said no more, but her hand kept pressing on the fancy automatic quill.
"I'm not short of money," Kyle said.
She has never written anything as false as the mysterious man's resurrection.
Rita Skeeter's expression kept changing, and finally her expression gradually turned gloomy and fierce.
Although Dumbledore said the same thing, no one believed it, including her.
At this time, Old Tom happened to come over with two glasses of butter beer and a plate of butter biscuits.
However, the person sitting opposite him was amused by Old Tom's words, and let out a harsh, somewhat artificial laugh.
"No need this time." He showed a few shaky teeth, "Congratulations on winning the Triwizard Tournament. Hogwarts has not won this honor for a long time."
"1858 Minister for Magic Dougal MacPhail, the resurrected You-Know-Who, Dumbledore's personal meeting.
No one wants to come into contact with this guy who is good at telling trouble, if they still care about their reputation...
However, it can be seen from the scrawled words on the parchment that even though he already knew the news, his heart was still not very peaceful.
"I don't know what game you are playing, but I know that if I tell everyone that the mysterious man who triggered the Magic War more than ten years ago is back, guess what will happen?
"They will think of me as something like Xenophilius Lovegood, and my career will be over. I will never make such a stupid decision!"
"What do you think?" Kyle said without raising his head.
Kyle shrugged, noncommittal.
The next second, the butterbeer glass hit the table hard.
As for those who died and resurrected... not one of them, including the most famous dark wizard in the Middle Ages, the despicable Herbo.
Rita Skeeter could imagine that if she really wrote this, not only the people who read the Daily Prophet, but also the Ministry of Magic would not let her go...unless the mysterious man really showed up later.
Kyle handed the written reply to Laton who was standing aside. The owl grabbed the envelope and squeezed out through the skylight with difficulty, leaving a few feathers behind.
"Any one of these three pieces of news would be enough to shock the entire magical world...but I can't write anything. Isn't this torture?"
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, and her expression became more fierce.
"I will disclose every word you said today and tell everyone that you, like Dumbledore, are out-and-out lunatics, idiots who want to sensationalize!"
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