Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

"Bang!"

A silvery white flash lit up, and an old-fashioned camera appeared in Glenn's hand at some point, recording the entire process of the beetle turning into a woman.

"What do you want to do?!" Rita Skeeter, who had canceled her Animagus form, put her hands on the ground and stepped back in panic, as if staying away from the student who grabbed her could give her a sense of security.

"Don't worry, Ms. Skeeter, I was just joking." Glenn shrugged and said with a smile, "But I think you should have some understanding of your current situation, right?"

Skeeter gradually calmed down at this moment, sorted out his coat that was scattered due to struggling in the glass bottle, and tentatively said: "I don't seem to have any grudges..."

She didn't know the other party's intention of catching her yet, so she could only act cautiously.

"Of course, we have no conflicts before." Glenn nodded in affirmation, "However, the news you wrote during the Triwizard Tournament caused a lot of trouble to my friends..."

"I understand..." Rita Skeeter, who has been in the paparazzi world for so many years, is naturally not a fool. She quickly reacted, stood up and showed a flattering smile to Qiu, "Miss Qiu Zhang, please

Forgive me for my previous offense. From now on, I promise I will never write that kind of article to discredit you again!"

After she finished speaking, she looked at Glenn again, secretly observing whether his expression was satisfied.

Glenn looked at her with a half-smile, and said lightly: "It seems that the big reporter lady has no sincerity."

Skeeter's face turned pale. Finally, the young wizard in front of him was far from easy to deal with.

"Okay..." She sighed and said resignedly, "Tell me, how do you want to avoid reporting me to the Ministry of Magic as an unregistered Animagus."

This is the key to the problem, and it is also an important factor that Glenn holds in his hand.

"Then I have something to say directly." Glenn nodded with satisfaction and raised the camera in his hand, "We are actually very simple - we just need you to stay away from Hogwarts and stop disturbing the top three.

The competition is going on..."

After hearing such a simple condition, Skeeter quickly agreed before he finished speaking: "No problem, I will leave here today and never come back!"

"Don't rush to agree," Glenn said slowly. "Besides, someday in the future, if I ask you to publish certain articles and reports, I hope you will not refuse."

"Specific articles and reports?" Skeeter repeated blankly, wondering what kind of medicine he was selling.

"Yes," Glenn nodded, "for example... some topics related to the Ministry of Magic."

At this time, the conflict between Fudge and Dumbledore had not yet entered the public eye. Even a reporter with a keen sense of smell like Skeeter had no idea what would happen in the future. Therefore, she quickly agreed without much hesitation.

Of course, this is actually her expedient measure. It doesn't matter what conditions she agreed to. As long as she can escape today and go to the Ministry of Magic to complete the registration of Animagus in time, she will naturally no longer have to be afraid of the clues in Glenn's hands.

.

Naturally, Glenn couldn't hide this little thought. He smiled and put away the glass bottles on the table, and continued: "If there is no problem, then as long as you trouble Ms. Skeeter to make an unbreakable vow, you can leave.

"

"Unbreakable Vow?!" Rita Skeeter subconsciously took two steps back and said with a slight guilt, "Is this necessary..."

"Of course, if there is no guarantee of sufficient weight, we cannot be completely reassured." Glenn said while maintaining a polite smile.

Skeeter pursed his lips and quietly reached for the wand in his pocket. As long as he got the wand, whether he could stun the two brats in front of him or transform into a beetle and fly away, it would be a good choice.

Glenn was keenly aware of her movements and spoke again without any care: "Of course, if you want to leave by force, I won't stop you. However, I'm afraid I haven't waited for your Animagus registration application.

Sent to the Ministry of Magic, this photo

It will be placed on the desk of the Abuse of Magic Office."

Seeing the other person's expression changing one after another, Glenn added with a smile: "Oh, that's right! You should also add a testimony from Principal Dumbledore. This is enough weight to convince the officials of the Ministry of Magic to approve you.

Go to Azkaban for some time off."

"You..." The expression on Skeeter's fat face was very exciting. He held it in for a long time before speaking, "It seems I made a mistake... I didn't expect you to be so thoughtful at such a young age."

..."

Indeed, as Glenn said, if the photos of her transformation into an Animagus were just handed over to the Office for the Abuse of Magic, even if she didn't come and remembered to complete the registration first, she could still explain that she was just practicing.

It was just photographed. Although there were some violations, it was far from the level of being sent to Azkaban. But if there was Dumbledore's testimony and his reputation in the Wizengamot, it would not be possible at all.

A chance to defend himself.

After careful consideration, Skeeter let out a long sigh and finally chose to admit defeat. Compared with the outcome of being imprisoned in Azkaban, these conditions were considered the most acceptable.

"Okay, who will be the witness..."

Glenn waited patiently for her to make a decision, came to her, and held her hand with a bit of disgust.

The fat, greasy hand was adorned with two gemstone rings, which were still a little rough.

Qiu took out the wand and lightly touched their hands.

"Rita Skeeter, before the Triwizard Tournament is over, are you willing to promise not to go near Hogwarts or disturb the warriors and everyone here?"

"I do."

A fiery red thin thread emerged from the tip of the staff, wrapped around the hands held by the two, and was fixed there with a flicker of light.

"Besides, when I ask you to publish articles and reports in accordance with my requirements one day in the future, will you be willing to obey unconditionally?"

Although Skeeter was very reluctant, he still had to nod his head with a grimace and said, "I do."

There is another red thread, intertwined with the first one, forming a thin, glowing red chain.

The two tongues of flames that reflected each other flashed again, then slowly converged, disappearing in the hands of the two people, until they completely disappeared.

After the unbreakable vow was completed, Glenn immediately let go of his hand and rubbed his back without leaving a trace before putting on a polite smile.

"Thank you for your wisdom and cooperation, Ms. Skeeter," he said softly. "Goodbye, and I wish you a happy life."