A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Rita Skeeter has her own plans.

She was able to get along while being annoying, because she knew what things couldn't be reported and who couldn't be offended. Here's an interesting fact: Different people value the same thing differently, and the same person values ​​different things differently.

She could report on the luxury and power of the Malfoys, but she would not touch on their fortunes under Muggle king decree and the fact that they had had close associations with Death Eaters; Described by Dumbledore as a "sclerotic old madman", she would never write about a forbidden friendship half a century ago, or refer to his deceased relatives.

unless they are gone.

Relying on this unique understanding of news, she has formed her own reporting style, which is unique in the magical world and has a group of loyal fans. However, in the past two years, her fleeting years have been unfavorable, and she has rolled over one after another.

The first time she overturned the car two years ago. She encountered a low-key wizard and misjudged the situation, thinking that it was no big deal if she was offended. As a result, she hit the iron plate and was called to the door;

The second time was also two years ago, when Lockhart's bastard discovered the secret of the illegal Animagus. She had to preemptively use it to get out of trouble. Later, when she found out that Lockhart was a When she was a real memory master, she broke out in a cold sweat. She was well-informed and knew how much she weighed. Her crappy oblivion spell couldn't hold him for too long, so she hurried to magic. Ministry reported to Animagus.

Despite her worse reputation, she also survived, only to be fined a sum of money.

The third time involved her ambition, "Going Against Black Horror". Ever since her rival and confidant was imprisoned in Azkaban, she has been contemplating completing an influential new book, Dumbledore's honorary endorsement, and Regule, the heir to an ancient pureblood family. S Black came into her sight. He also had a hidden identity, once a Death Eater!

She doesn't care if it's true or not, but the story is very selling, isn't it? And luckily, both protagonists of the event died.

The only obstacle in this matter may be the only heir to the Black family, Sirius Black. She would never have dared to do so if his wanted notice was still hanging in Diagon Alley, but that Blake was ultimately proven wrong. What a stupid guy, who spent more than ten years in prison for nothing, and Rita Skeeter once suspected that he had mental problems.

But anyway, since Sirius Black was wronged, she was not afraid of him. Think about it, the last member of an ancient pure-blood family ran away at the age of 16 and never inherited any connections in the family. What's there to be afraid of?

In her opinion, Sirius should have been busy digging around and restoring the family glory at that time.

As a result, things went completely out of control. First, Sirius Black kept sending her roaring letters, and then there was news that the Dark Lord's loyal lackey had returned from the dead and escaped capture, which made her terrified and angry at the same time. When did Azkaban become a sieve?

Damn Barty Crouch! Both are!

She repeatedly inquired about the truth through various relationships, and the more she learned, the more chilling she became. She even used a secret intelligence and finally met a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic. He looked at her like a dead person.

She took the initiative to take refuge in the most powerful wizard she could get access to, Felix Happ, and did not hesitate to offer all kinds of secret information she had worked so hard to collect over the years.

She also finally knew who she had messed with - she had guessed every possible way, and even wondered if she was being targeted by a certain saint, but she never thought that it was someone who was already dead.

The servant pretends to be dead, and the master also pretends to be dead. Is this a strange habit?

Despite Felix Hepp's promise, she was worried that she was being used as bait, and what if she didn't catch a fish and was swallowed instead? After weighing it repeatedly, she decided to go out and hide for a while. Using the pretext of writing a book with peace of mind, she quietly moved to the Muggle community and temporarily cut off contact with the magic world.

During a walk, she found a newsstand with a Muggle tabloid that unexpectedly suited her taste. Although she didn't like the third edition very much...but she used some "techniques" to become a trainee reporter.

After a few small trials, she became the most outstanding intern under the editor-in-chief, and promotion to a full-time reporter was just around the corner. And she is really not going to give up this identity, she decided to persuade the editor-in-chief with bad taste in clothes to allow her to have a certain degree of autonomy.

That morning, Rita Skeeter came out of The Sun's premises. She promises to bring a major story to the newspaper every month, and the reward is, of course, the flexibility of working hours.

At noon, she returned to Diagon Alley.

Rita Skeeter took a deep breath, feeling her whole body relax. On the way back to the headquarters of the Daily Prophet, she accidentally saw various posters on Diagon Alley, and even the wanted notice of Barty Crouch Jr. was blocked.

Rita Skeeter stared blankly at the dozen or so people on the poster, all of them Tournament warriors, whom she was no stranger to, taking part in the pre-game wand check and coverage of the first event. But now it's clear that something big has happened that she doesn't know about.

Half an hour later, at the headquarters of the Daily Prophet, she learned what happened from the photographer's assistant.

Second project!

Magic projector!

Of course, there is also - ancient rune!

Rita Skeeter, who has been with The Sun for two months, certainly knows what a projector is, and she even understands the operation logic of the "future world" company.

"Those little guys are famous now?" she asked, smoothing her curly hair.

"Rita, you just missed a ton of Galleons!" said her photographer.

Rita Skeeter bowed her head and stared at him from behind her bejeweled glasses. "Oh, Bozo .

"Then, uh, are you going to—"

"A piece of the pie, of course!" said Rita Skeeter, reaching into her alligator purse and pulling out a dark green pen and a shorthand. The photographer stared at her new outfit in surprise, and Rita Skeeter calmly reversed the position of the Ouroboros ring on her finger, revealing only a dark green ring.

"Hurry up!" she said sternly. "Don't tell me you didn't do anything during this time! Bring all the pictures you took!"

...

Meanwhile, Felix stared at a package sent by Owl.

It was a birthday present.

He gently opened the outer packaging, which contained a birthday card and a birthday cake. After confirming several times and finding no trace of magic, he opened the birthday card. The greeting on the card was brief, and the signature remained a simple first name, Jane, with no last name.

"Strange... Did I mention my birthday? Not to mention it's a week late..." Felix said to himself, his birthday was April 8th, but it was now the 15th. The owl with the Owl Post Office logo anklet had flown away, which meant he didn't need to write back.

Chapter 2 is a little later