This Hogwarts isn't normal.

As a commercial newspaper, the Daily Prophet not only has to serve as the mouthpiece of the Ministry of Magic, but also has to do everything possible to increase its sales.

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

So what other big news is there recently that can cover up the matter of Gringotts?

The boy who survived the disaster who is about to enter school has become the second option for the newspaper.

But more than half a month has passed, and readers will get tired of it.

In order to attract attention, some unscrupulous media people don’t care about morality and rules.

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

If the illegal Animagus is serious, he will even get a hot kiss from the guards of Azkaban.

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

"Bang bang bang..."

The little beetle that kept hitting the glass became even crazier as if it had returned to its soul.

Instead of being in fear all day long, it is better to fight.

However, Vincent and Eric did not give it this opportunity.

When Evelyn removed the glass cover, the butt of the gun and the magic wand hit its back shell one after another.

The two loud noises were as if something broke.

Like a dying little beetle, its whole body was shaking violently.

"It's not dead yet--"

Eric pointed the muzzle of the gun at its little head, "If you don't show your true self, I'll shoot."

Vincent, who didn't have time to marvel at the hardness of the alder, weighed the magic wand.

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

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

"Ah, you are so cruel!"

Evelyn smiled and approached it: "I heard that fried little beetles are delicious,

Why don't we try it?"

As soon as these words came out, it, which was about to die, actually spread its little wings.

"Gugu--"

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

Vincent was frightened and quickly swung his wand.

"Kacha--"

It sounded like something broke again.

Evelyn, who felt a little bit reluctant, squatted in the corner and tried to persuade the stubborn little beetle again: "You have seen it, my husband and son are very violent.

If you don't listen to them, I can only fry the little pieces."

Under various soft and hard means, the little beetle curled up like surrender.

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

Rita Skeeter, with messy blonde hair,

wearing tattered glasses with most of the jewels missing,

wrapped in a wrinkled bright green robe, appeared,

she was stared at by four pairs of fierce eyes.

"Good evening, everyone in the Wayne family."

Even though she was in a mess, she still bowed and saluted with a good feeling.

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

"Dear Ms. Rita, do you have anything to say before going to 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 in the magic world is unmatched.

Even the crazy old man Dumbledore and the stupid Minister of Magic Fudge can only be inferior to you.

"What about Harry Potter?" Vincent raised his eyebrows, "You don't have the courage to go against the entire magic world, do you?"

The two big guys above have a large enough base of people to blacken, so it doesn't matter if there is one more or one less.

When it comes to Mr. Potter, whose stories the little wizards grew up listening to, if there is no strong enough backing, it will offend the entire British magic world.

Compared to Azkaban, it seems that France next door is pretty good.

Or pretend to surrender first...

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

"Okay!"

"No!" X2

"Gugu!"

Eric's face was a little ugly.

With the handle in hand, are you still afraid that the other party will not obey?

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

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

"Gugu-Gugugugugu."

Captain Gugu shook his head and even expressed his contempt in a humane way.

Eric dared to be sure that it was directed at him.

It's just vanity, plus a bit of cunning and arrogance.

"We are a decent family," he said with a righteous face: "Public! This matter must be public! "

Rita, who was exposed, was stunned for a moment when she saw that the Wayne family was so ungrateful.

Even if there was a little wizard who was about to enter school, why was it not easy to fool these Muggle parents?

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

"viwoo-viwoo——"

The distant and short sound of sirens broke the silence.

Azkaban? Muggle police station?

Rita didn't want to choose either.

"Mr. Wayne, I can guarantee——"

"Wait." Vincent's expression was a little hesitant.

The most reliable choice to prevent her from regretting was naturally to make an unbreakable oath.

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

If you go to Professor McGonagall... you'll probably arrest him and take him to Azkaban.

What's more, how should this oath be made? He, a little wizard who was about to enter school, didn't know anything about it.

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

devil!

Rita, who forced a smile on her face, flattered her: "I know that 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 the lady with messy hair and a particularly generous and decent smile.

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

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

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

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

My friend, 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 his 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.

"Ma'am, may I ask, which newspaper 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 small 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 care of by a pig.

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

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