This Hogwarts is not normal

As a commercial newspaper, the Daily Prophet must not only serve as the mouthpiece of the Ministry of Magic, but also must find ways to increase its own sales.

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The original report on Muggle families has already caused dissatisfaction among many pure-blood wizards.

So what other big news has happened recently that can overshadow Gringotts?

The Boy Who Lived, who was about to enter school, became the newspaper's second choice.

It’s just that after more than half a month, readers will get tired of it.

In order to attract attention, some unscrupulous media people do not care about morality and rules.

Vincent raised his wand and pointed it at the motionless little beetle through the glass, "Journalist friend, you seem to have obtained a ticket to Azkaban!"

If the circumstances of the illegal Animagus are serious, they may even get a passionate kiss from the Azkaban guards.

The four people present named Wayne felt that the scene was extremely bloody just thinking about it.

"Bang bang bang..."

The little beetle kept hitting the glass and became even crazier as if it had regained its soul.

Instead of worrying all day long, it's better to give it a try.

However, neither Vincent nor Eric gave it this chance.

When Evelin took away the glass cover, the gun butt and wand were drawn on its back one after another.

These two loud sounds were like something breaking.

Like a small beetle that is about to die, the whole body is trembling violently.

"He's not dead yet——"

Eric pointed the gun at its small head, "If it doesn't show its true identity, I'm going to shoot."

Vincent, who had no time to marvel at the hardness of alder wood, weighed his wand.

"Professor McGonagall said that in Animagus form, any damage received will appear in the corresponding part."

He pointed the tip of the stick at the left eye surrounded by the strange pattern, "I would be very grateful for your help."

"Ah, you are so cruel!"

Evelin smiled and approached it: "I heard that fried beetles are quite delicious.

Why don’t we try it?”

As soon as he said this, the nearly dying creature actually opened its little wings.

"Gugu——"

The captain fell from the sky and kicked it back firmly.

Frightened, Vincent quickly flicked his wand.

"Click——"

It sounded like something had broken again.

Evelin, who couldn't bear it, squatted in the corner and tried to persuade the stubborn little beetle again: "You have seen it, my husband and son are both violent.

If you don’t listen to them, I’ll have to fry small pieces.”

Under various hard and soft methods, the little beetles huddled together as if surrendering.

It quickly expanded into a green ball and turned into a bright green human shape.

With messy blond hair,

Wearing tattered glasses that have lost most of their jewelry,

As soon as Rita Skeeter appeared, wrapped in a rumpled bright green robe,

She was stared at by four pairs of fierce eyes.

"Good evening, everyone in the Wayne family."

Even though she was in a miserable state, she still felt good about herself and bowed.

"Don't move." Vincent endured the extreme discomfort in his heart and retrieved the wand from the glowing green robe.

"Dear Ms. Rita, is there anything you would like to say before leaving for Azkaban?"

Rita, who lost her wand and had a serious back injury, immediately showed a very flattering smile: "Mr. Wayne, I can guarantee that your reputation is unrivaled in the magic world.

Even crazy old man Dumbledore and Fudge, the idiot Minister of Magic, can only succumb to you."

"Where is Harry Potter?" Vincent raised an eyebrow, "You don't have the guts to go against the entire wizarding world, do you?"

The two big guys above have a large base of black people anyway, so it doesn’t matter if they have one more or one less.

When it comes to Mr. Potter, whose stories the young wizards have grown up listening to, if there is not a strong enough backing to support him, it will offend the entire British wizarding community.

Compared to Azkaban, France next door seems pretty good.

Or maybe pretend to give in first...

"I'll do it! As long as you want to discredit anyone, I will be your most obedient little beetle!"

"OK!"

"No!" X2

"Cuckoo!"

Eric's face looked a little ugly.

You have the leverage in hand, but are you still afraid that the other party will disobey?

"Honey, the jewelry on her glasses is fake."

"Dad, she must be trying to get away with it first."

"Cuckoo-cuckoo-cuckoo."

Captain Gugu, who was shaking his head, even expressed his disdain in a humane way.

Eric was sure it was directed at him.

Isn't it just a love of vanity, plus a bit of cunning and arrogant character?

"We are serious people," he said with a straight face, "Justice! This matter must be fair!"

After being discovered, Rita was stunned for a moment when she saw that the Wayne family was so ignorant.

Even if there is a young wizard who is about to enter school, why is it that these Muggle parents are not easy to fool?

After the Wayne family tastes the benefits of fame, shouldn't they all flock to it?

"viwoo-viwoo——"

The brief sound of a distant police siren broke the silence.

Azkaban? Muggle Police Department?

Rita didn't want to choose either one.

"Mr. Wayne, I can guarantee that-"

"Wait." Vincent looked hesitant.

The most reliable way to prevent her from going back is to make an unbreakable vow.

But this requires not only wizards from both sides, but also a witness.

If you ask Professor McGonagall... you will probably be arrested and sent to Azkaban directly.

What's more, how should this oath be made? He, a little wizard who is about to enter school, has no idea.

"Ms. Rita, you should know who our family is, right?"

devil!

Rita, who forced a smile on her face, flattered her: "I know you are all great and good people."

What a nice look!

The four pairs of big eyes of the Wayne family looked at her with extra "kindness".

"Ahem -" Eric cleared his throat: "Ms. Rita, let's start the interview."

Vincent put away the two wands and indicated that she could go to the bathroom to clean up first.

By the time Kyle, who was driving the police car, came to the door, Evelin had just made five cups of tea.

"Old man, are there guests at home?"

"Yes." Eric on the sofa calmly introduced Rita, who was sitting elegantly opposite.

"Rita Skeeter, a journalist friend I just met."

Kyle looked at this lady with messy hair and a particularly generous and decent smile.

Except for the weird clothes, she really looks better than the ones in the club...

"Sorry." He lowered his head and leaned toward Eric, "My good brother, you know such a beautiful woman and you didn't tell me right away?"

"Don't try to influence her, you won't be able to bear it."

Kyle tilted his head back, eyes slightly downward, "Okay, what was the gunshot just now?

My friend, please don’t say it was a fire accident again.”

Eric smiled and shook his head, "It was because Ms. Rita was very interested in firearms.

Who knew it would go off accidentally."

"real?"

"real."

After finishing his business, Kyle immediately changed his face: "Oh, Vincent!

I heard that you were admitted to Westminster, uncle, I knew you could do it."

"No, I transferred to another school."

Vincent lazily leaned on the sofa and added: "The new school is not in London. I can only go home during the holidays."

He has not had the slightest fondness for the severely overweight Sheriff Kyle since he was a child.

On my tenth birthday last year, this person actually gave me several colorful magazines.

Kyle stopped asking for trouble.

He looked at Rita with what he thought was the most handsome smile.

"Madam, I would like to ask, which newspaper company do you work for?"

Rita suppressed the extreme discomfort in her heart and smiled back with what she thought was the friendliest smile.

"In the Daily Prophet, it's just an inconspicuous little newspaper."

The Kyle in front of her looked exactly like a Tebbo warthog except for the tumors.

Disgusting, so disgusting!

Even if the dignified reporter of the Daily Prophet fell into the hands of Muggles, now he is actually being taken advantage of by a pig.

This inconspicuous little building is simply the devil's lair.

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