demon hunter at hogwarts

Rita Skeeter has always been known for her sharp writing and daring to write and do. With her book "Armando Dippet: Master or Idiot?" " became an instant hit and successfully became a well-known best-selling author in the magical world.

Unlike Gilderoy Lockhart, a writer who focuses on physical books, her main job is to contribute to major newspapers, and she has successfully turned the Ministry of Magic's mouthpiece media, such as the Daily Prophet, into a professional A tabloid newspaper that publishes gossipy news.

But who makes people like to watch these things?It has to be said that Rita Skeeter holds the code to wealth.

At dusk, Regulus finally met for the first time the popular reporter whose name he had heard for a long time but who had not seen him in person.

When he arrived at the agreed abandoned classroom, there were already several people in the room. One of them was a wizard dressed in a gypsy style, holding a smoking black old-fashioned camera in his hand.

There was also a skinny wizard, carrying a huge suitcase that didn't match his build at all. He was being scolded by the witch and looked like an assistant.

The witch wore a tight green dress with strange, red, furry cuffs and collar. Her hair had obviously been carefully taken care of, but the effect was hard to describe.

Regulus immediately thought of a Muggle food called instant noodles.

"Ah! I'm still betting with them, when will you come!" The witch stood up, and her glasses decorated with various precious jewelry fell to the tip of her nose, but she didn't seem to care, twisted her waist and came forward, saying to herself The introduction said, "Rita Skeeter, special correspondent for the Daily Prophet. At the request of the Minister of Magic, she wrote a short article about our unknown heroes."

She held out a hand with long nails. Regulus noticed that her nails were almost an inch long and painted with bright red nail polish. On her wrist were three or four sparkling gemstone bracelets that were jingling. Sound.

Out of politeness, Regulus squeezed Rita Skeeter's hand with his fingertips, shook it slightly and quickly let go.

He deeply felt that there must be something wrong with Sirius's speculation about the relationship between Skeeter and the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet. The taste of the dignified editor-in-chief should not be so unique.

Skeeter didn't know what he was thinking, so he immediately called his assistant and started to work.

"Shall we take pictures first?"

"Whatever, but it's best to be efficient."

The photographer in gypsy clothes ran forward with small steps and directed Regulus to pose in various poses.

"Of course, for a copywriter, time is gold." Rita Skeeter moved a chair and sat down, taking out a notebook and a notebook from her valuable-looking crocodile leather bag. A bright green, surprisingly large quill pen, "Secretly telling you, one of the secrets of my success is to be faster than other reporters. When others write one report, I have already published five."

Regulus agreed very much with this point.

The photo session passed quickly, but the setting sun outside the window had completely dropped below the horizon.

"The light is a bit dark, do you mind if I add some lights?"

It sounded like he was asking Regulus for his opinion, but before he could answer, Skeeter had already taken out a handful of candles from his purse, threw them into the air, and then waved his wand to light them all up.

Candles floated around the two of them, like a glowing model of a galaxy.

Regulus narrowed his eyes slightly. As far as this hand was concerned, the reporter's magic level was not bad.

"That's much better." Skeeter blinked his eyes greasyly, put the tip of the quill in his mouth, and sucked it deliciously. The expression on his face made Regulus feel the hair on his back stand on end.

Especially Regulus accidentally caught a glimpse of her three large gold teeth.

He regretted agreeing to this interview.

Fortunately, this goosebump-inducing preparation did not last long.

"I've been waiting for a long time. Let's test the status... My name is Rita Skeeter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet."

The huge quill pen immediately started writing on the notebook with flying colors. The speed made Regulus deeply wish that he could have such a pen to mark homework.

The quill pen wrote: "The charming blonde Rita Skeeter, now 39 years old, those shocking and dusty truths will be ruthlessly exposed by her brave and fearless quill pen——"

"It's perfect! Isn't it?" Skeeter tore off the page, crumpled it into a ball and threw it on the ground.The thin assistant immediately picked up the ball of paper and put it into a big bag.

Then, Skeeter crossed his legs, leaned forward slightly, and asked: "Regulus Black, my readers are very curious, where have you been in the past ten years?"

This question was quite sensitive to Regulus. Before he could answer, he saw that the quill was already frantically writing down words in the notebook as if it were filled with chicken blood.

"Regulus Black, he looks much younger than his actual age. The traces of time seem to stay 11 years ago when he disappeared. It was a dark time, just like Mr. Black is regrettable The last name is the same..."

"...The Black family is unfortunately known for being close to mysterious people and specializing in dark magic. However, the first thing Regulus Black did after disappearing for a long time was to take away Peter Pei, who had also been anonymous for many years. Dilu was sent to Azkaban..."

"...This has to make people wonder, why did the Black family spread false news that Breculus was dead? Perhaps they had already foreseen the failure of the mysterious man at that time? Because Orion Black and Wo Erbujia passed away many years ago, and the truth here may only be discovered by the author..."

"I think I already know why your efficiency is so high." Regulus withdrew his gaze from the quill and stared at Rita Skeeter coldly, "I haven't said a word yet, you But I have already made up a story that can fill five pages of a book. If you want to know what my mother really thinks, or I can take you to see her, just in time, we don’t need to waste time here. "

"This is just necessary embellishment and foreshadowing. My job is to restore the fragmented information from the interview subjects into a convincing story." Skeeter heard the faint threat in Regulus's tone, but still He said forcefully, "I will not give up my efforts to find out the truth just because the interviewee resists."

"Then the truth is that I was bewitched and lay in suspended animation in a deserted place for 11 years. I only woke up a month and a half ago." Regulus said flatly.

Rita Skeeter frowned, clearly not believing what Regulus said.

But the expression on Regulus's face gave her a feeling: If she kept asking further, her beloved quill might not be able to escape the fate of being cremated.

The room fell into an eerie silence, and the only sound that could be heard was the rustling of the tip of a quill moving quickly on the paper.