A certain Hogwarts rune professor

54 Rita Skeeter

Meanwhile, Felix is ​​fully dressed and standing in the office fireplace.He sprinkled a handful of Floo powder, said "Diagon Alley" clearly and loudly, and disappeared into Hogwarts.

Diagon Alley.

Felix emerged from the communal fireplace, shook the dust from his body, and found a note from his pocket—it was an address.

The next moment, Felix apparated away directly.

In the suburbs of London, in front of a single-family house, a tall figure suddenly appeared.

Felix looked at the house number, walked up the steps in the snowstorm, and knocked on the door with his wand.

A moment later, an exquisite woman opened the door, her gaze was scrutinizing the stranger in front of her through a pair of jeweled glasses.

Felix introduced himself gently and said: "Felix Hemp, currently the professor of ancient runes at Hogwarts—you mentioned me in the newspaper, Ms. Skeeter."

"You are Felix Hemp?" Rita Skeeter's eyes lit up, and in the blink of an eye, her fingers painted with bright red nails grabbed Felix's arm and dragged him into the room, "Please Enter!"

The tables and chairs in the living room were neatly arranged, and the air was filled with the smell of magic aromatherapy.On the walls on both sides, one side is a huge floor-to-ceiling wine cabinet, and the other side is a square shelf, which contains various books, trophies, and newspapers.On the shelf behind the door, there is an alligator leather handbag.

"That's my honor... Felix, I'm very interested in you, I've wanted to interview you for a long time." Rita Skeeter sat across from him, her hair done in a delicate, stiff, The weird big curly hair looks particularly awkward when paired with her big chin face.

"Ms. Skeeter..."

Felix was quickly interrupted. The woman was terrifyingly powerful. She waved her wand, and from the alligator leather bag flew a shorthand quill and a roll of parchment.

"Felix, you won't object to me taking notes with a shorthand quill, will you? This way I can free up my hands and talk to you normally..."

Before he could reply, the parchment had been spread out automatically, and the shorthand quill fell vertically on it, with the nib trembling slightly.

"Well, let's start from there... Let's start with your reason for coming today. I guess..." She laughed suddenly, showing three golden teeth, "You were entrusted by someone, right?"

The long, green shorthand quill danced quickly, pouring out a string of smooth words:

This late-night visitor was full of thoughts, and he showed strong dissatisfaction in the face of the author's question, but not against the author, but the shadow behind the whole incident...

Felix smiled slightly. He looked at the clock on the wall, it was just seven o'clock.

He didn't answer, but looked at the furnishings in the living room with interest. The floor-to-ceiling wine cabinet occupied a third of the wall, and the wine cabinet was filled with exquisitely shaped wine jugs, large and small, and some scattered decorations .

Rita Skeeter raised a heavily drawn eyebrow.

"Are you scruples, Felix? It doesn't matter, our readers like people with rebellious personalities, and they will protect you."

"Rebellious character?" Felix repeated.

"Yes, it's like people who defy power and rebel against authority... If you are threatened, don't worry, speak up, and we will give you fair treatment."

The sketch quill was still recording, but Felix was not interested in reading it. He stood up and went to the honor shelf opposite the wine cabinet.

The shelves are full of personal accolades belonging to Rita Skeeter, including her published articles, newspapers, best-selling books and certificates of sales figures over the years, all kinds of things like this...

For example, he saw Armando Dippet: Master or Idiot? "This book.He sighed: "If half of the content in this book is true, it can be regarded as a good toilet book..."

Rita Skeeter's brows furrowed, her big fingers gripped her wand tightly, and her two-inch-long bright red nails dug into her skin.

She stood up quickly, came to Felix, and looked at him intently, "Felix, I know you, one of my colleagues advised me not to think of you... ridiculous remarks, he just graduated In [-], I entered the news system with my family background." She said pointedly.

"If I ask you, our readers have a right to the truth, like—"

"The truth?" Felix interrupted her.

"Yes, the truth!" She deliberately emphasized, "Let's talk about you, your experience, childhood and other topics, I think this can help you have a clear positioning of yourself."

"I think, there is no need for this. I know exactly what kind of person I am."

However, Rita Skeeter did not give up, and the parchment and sketch pen on the table flew in front of her, "Felix, you were born in a Muggle orphanage, but entered Slytherin when you entered school, you must have been bullied a lot Right? Are you interested in talking about it, I think many readers will be very interested in it.”

"Rita, Rita, do you really understand me?"

"Of course!" Her gaze was firmly fixed on him, as if looking at a precious treasure, "Felix, you are well-known in the wizarding world, and you have many labels on you: you were born in a Muggle orphanage Slytherin received many death threats during school, and under the protection of Dumbledore defeated the Shafik family, one of the 28 pure bloods, and a group of dark wizards. After graduation, he became an expert in the Muggle field. Hogwarts teaches..."

While talking, Rita Skeeter let the quill quickly record, seeing Felix's noncommittal attitude, she said temptingly: "Your experience is legendary, if you agree, I am willing to write for you A biography, that means countless galleons and great fame!"

"However, the label of Muggle expert seems too weak. Our readers like wizards with tough personalities, and it's better to have a relationship with celebrities...Let me think about it, how should I deal with it?"

Felix was amused, and he pointed to the book in front of him, "Like this type of biography?"

"Art requires a certain amount of imagination," she said slyly.

Felix was getting impatient, and he decided to solve the trouble at hand as soon as possible, so he returned to his seat.

This behavior made Rita Skeeter mistake him for his acquiescence, so she sat down on the sofa and said impatiently and domineeringly: "Let's start with your relationship with Dumbledore."

"Ms. Skeeter, I need you to stop false reporting, I noticed that you mentioned me in the Daily Prophet, and you are going to make a lot of—"

"I'm not making it up, at most it's a different perspective..."

Felix nodded, "Let me tell you what a different perspective is." His fingers tapped the table lightly.

"Da da," the fingertips collided with the table, making a crisp sound.

"What are you talking about—" Rita Skeeter choked suddenly, and she found that the world in her eyes had changed suddenly.

The colors are rapidly disappearing, the exquisite purple long-necked pot, the deep red robe on the body, the golden trophy in the cabinet, the dark brown crocodile leather handbag, the light yellow parchment, the green sketching quill...

All colors are fading away.

(End of this chapter)