HP Magic Biography

"Don't say anything extra, Rita..." Fanlin said coldly. Although Rita's abilities were there, her misconduct with Hermione was also written on her face.

"Good, good..." Rita was a little impatient, "Although you have the ability, but in this respect, obviously I am better at it, otherwise you would not put me back in the Daily Prophet."

"Daily Prophet? Aren't you fired?" Harry asked incredulously.

"Benefits and values, nothing can't be compromised." Rita said, looking a little upset, "Well let's not talk about this, before this..."

Rita said, looking at Harry through her glasses and adding, "How do you feel, Harry? Betrayed? Go crazy? Misunderstood?"

"Of course he is angry," Hermione said stiffly and clearly. "Because he told the Minister of Magic the truth, and the Minister is like an idiot who doesn't want to believe him at all."

Rita didn't speak, lowered her glasses and stared at Harry, as if to see him through, her fingers removed from the buttons of her purse.

"What nonsense you and Dumbledore told everyone about the return of the mysterious man, and that you are the only witness?"

"I am not the only witness," Harry cried, "There are more than a dozen Death Eaters, do you want their names?"

Rita took a breath and fumbled in her purse again, staring at him as if Harry was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

"A big headline:'Potter's accusation.' A small headline,'Harry Potter pointed out the Death Eaters among us.' Then, put a photo of you below,'Survived from the mysterious man The boy, Harry Potter, fifteen years old, yesterday angrily accused some famous wizards of being Death Eaters.'" The cheerful expression on her face disappeared, her pen in her hand and her mouth half open.

"But of course," she said, putting down the pen and glaring at Hermione, "Ms. Prefect doesn't want this story to be posted, right?"

"Actually," Hermione smiled sweetly, "This is what the presidency lady wants to do." Rita glared at her and then looked at Fanlin, but Fanlin let Hermione decide. Rita was a little surprised, and Harry and Luna stared at Hermione.

And Hermione, humming the tune of "Weasley is our king", stirred her drink with a cocktail onion on a stick.

Rita asked in a quiet voice, "Are you sure?"

"Yes," Hermione said. "About the truth, all aspects. Just like Harry was writing. He will give you all the details, he will tell you the names of the undiscovered Death Eaters he saw, and he will tell you Voldemort looks like —Oh, hold on,” she said contemptuously, and threw a napkin on the table. When she mentioned Voldemort's name, Rita jumped up and knocked the whiskey glass over her. The front of Rita's sloppy raincoat was soiled, but she still stared at Hermione.

Then Rita said frankly: "It won't be published. You may not have noticed that no one believes his ridiculous story. Everyone thinks it is his illusion. Now, if you let me write—"

"We don't need to write a story about Harry losing his toy!" Hermione said angrily.

"We already have a lot, thank you! I want to give him a chance to tell the truth!" Rita said coldly.

"What you said was that it wouldn't be published because of Fudge's prohibition," Hermione said impatiently.

Rita looked at her for a long, fixed time. Then, she leaned on the table and said in an official tone: "Yes, Fudge is in the newspaper, but it makes no difference. They won't publish a story. Beautify Harry. No one wants to read it. It is contrary to public wishes. The last time Azkaban’s escape has made people very uneasy. People don’t want to believe that the mysterious man is back—"

"In other words, newspapers exist only to publish the news that people want to see, right?" Hermione said harshly. Rita sat up straight, raised her eyebrows, and drank the whiskey in one breath. "Newspapers exist for sale, you silly girl," she said coldly.

"My dad said this is a terrible newspaper," Luna said, interjecting unexpectedly. While stirring the drink, she looked at Rita with her big, raised, somewhat fanatical eyes. "He publishes important stories that he thinks the public needs to know. He doesn't care about money."

Rita looked at Luna contemptuously. "I guess your father runs a stupid rural tabloid?" She said, "Probably write: 25 ways to confuse Muggles, and the next sale date?"

"No," Luna said, dipping the stir stick in the drink. "He is the editor." Rita squirted her nose loudly, and everyone around looked around in shock.

"He thinks an important story that the public needs to know, eh?" Luna said dryly. "I can use its content to fertilize my garden."

"So, now you have a chance to improve its taste, don't you?" Hermione said happily. "Luna said her father was happy to watch Harry's interview and published it—"

Rita stared at them both for a moment, then laughed loudly. "!" she said, laughing constantly, "do you think people will take the things published on this seriously?"

"Some people don't ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Hermione said in the same loud voice. "But there are so many loopholes in the news about Azkaban jailbreak, I think quite a few people are more willing to look at others better If you can choose, even if it is published in—”She glanced at Luna, “In—in an unusual magazine—we and others will go to see it. "

Rita didn't speak for a while, but she glanced at Hermione cleverly, her head tilted back again.

"Well, even if I do this," she said suddenly, "what good do I have?"

"I don't think Dad will pay people who submit articles," Luna said dreamily. "They contributed because it was an honor to see their names published." Rita. Skeeter seemed to take another breath of stinky water, and she turned her head to Hermione.

"You want me to do this for free?"

"Yes," Hermione said calmly, taking a sip of her drink. "Otherwise, as you know, I will most likely inform the Magic Committee that you are an unregistered Animagus. Of course, you may be paid more because you will be able to provide Azkaban Internal news.

Rita seemed to want to tear off the small paper umbrella from Hermione's drink cup and poke it into Hermione's nose. Rita said, her voice trembling slightly. She opened her crocodile purse again, pulled out a piece of parchment, and raised her quill.

"Dad will be happy," Luna said happily. A muscle in Rita's jaw was shaking.

"Well, Harry?" Hermione turned to Harry. "Are you ready to tell everyone the truth?"

"I think so," Harry said, watching Rita put the quill on the parchment.

"Excuse me, Rita," Hermione said calmly, sucking a cherry from under the cup.