The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

Rita was wearing sunglasses, wandering idly in the streets of Diagon Alley, trying to find out something else, being restricted by the daily newspaper, she couldn't send what she wanted to say...

The mysterious man came back. That day, everyone present heard Cyrus' roar.

The sun slanted and cast strange shadows. Gringotts in the distance seemed not so compatible with the dilapidated and lively alleys. Rita sat outside Florin's Cold Drink Shop, stopping her rebellious quill.

Sometimes, she even gave up on small essays... It's not because she doesn't want to write, but because she simply lost interest.

Rita was tossing and turning in bed after being rejected for the first manuscript, she couldn't sleep, just like Hermione taunted her: It's impossible, the Ministry of Magic can't influence the daily paper.

She lay in bed at night, unable to sleep, her head buzzing with the voices of Cyrus and Dumbledore, like an invisible tape recorder in her ear.

'It came back...the man came back to life, we saw it with our own eyes'

'If war does come, do you think you can stay out of it? '

Living in the world of wizards, for some reason, she suddenly felt a mountain-like pressure on her back. She didn't know that it was a boulder called 'Authority'...

In the second submission, she satirized Dumbledore as always, began to write about his 'ambition', wrote that he was an old man who liked fantasy, and then successfully published it.

Rita dismissed the Daily Prophet, less complacently.

"Go and have a drink." Rita patted her dizzy head, left a silver Sickle on the table, and then came to the Leaky Cauldron.

The hotel on the second floor of the bar was demolished and turned into a 'back'-shaped surrounding structure. Rita fumbled to a corner through letters, and when she stepped inside, the noisy surroundings cooled down.

Like tinnitus, the shouts of those drunk and playing people turned into mosquito-like noises.

"You're late." Hermione threw the newspaper on the table impatiently, and carefully looked at the sleep-deprived and tranced Rita.

"I just rested outside for a while...the time is not too bad." Rita looked at the time and sat down leisurely.

Sitting on Hermione's left, of course, is 'Mr Perfect' who is inseparable from 'Miss Resourceful', and between Rita and Hermione is an old gentleman with white hair like cotton candy.

The egg-yellow robe was loosely draped over his body. He didn't respond to Rita Skeeter's arrival. Instead, he searched for someone downstairs through the cracks in the wooden railing.

On the neck of the old gentleman, there is also a necklace that looks like a triangle eye...

"You didn't say there were other people today...so, what do you want from me?" Rita slowly moved to the edge of the seat, using a straw to stir the ice cubes in the wine glass.

For a moment, Rita's demeanor is somewhat similar to what Cyrus saw in Barty Crouch's memory... The only difference may be that she is a little looser due to age muscles.

"This is Luna's father...Xenophilius Lovegood" Cyrus said softly.

"Ah? Call me? What's the matter?" Mr. Lovegood calmed down. Like him, he talked as if he had just woken up. He just watched his daughter on the first floor too attentively.

"So?" Rita crossed her arms. "The Quibbler? I'm not interested..."

"No, quite the opposite...we're interested"

Cyrus thanked a wizard for the drink, and took a sip instead of Hermione... um~ non-alcoholic strawberry sparkling water. face yourself.

Then, Hermione saw someone walking behind Rita.

"No, it's not just us...'Ms. Liar', why don't you look behind you when you are about to leave because you are bored?" Hermione felt the cold soda surge in her throat.

Rita Skeeter turned her head and suddenly found Dumbledore and Snape standing behind her. Cyrus suddenly wondered whether Snape's silent walk was learned from the headmaster.

Seeing the fright flashing in her eyes, paired with the sweet and sour strawberries, at this moment, Hermione's restless emotions due to the hot summer subsided a little.

"Rita, long time no see... But is your description of me a bit...too subjective?" Dumbledore looked at her, as if looking at an ignorant student.

"Oh...uh, it turns out that Principal Dumbledore is here, so I won't bother you anymore." Rita wanted to leave, but Snape was standing just blocking her way.

"Please come in"

Snape looked at her expressionlessly, and Rita was frightened by his indifferent eyes, so she stiffly moved two places inward, obviously, one thing lowered the other.

Principal Dumbledore and Mr. Lovegood looked familiar, and they smiled and exchanged a few words.

"So, what do you two want me for...Professor Snape, I remember that I didn't offend you...right?" Rita searched for memories in her mind, and her tone gradually became uncertain.

"No big deal, and it's not for you to apologize...just for you to do what you do best" Cyrus said, looking at Rita.

"Wh...what? I don't understand..." She said a little uneasy when the gloomy old bat blocked her way.

"News...real news" Hermione took the words cooperatively, as if it had been rehearsed, "For you, it's just published in another newspaper... right??"

That's right, the changed attitude of the "Daily Prophet" made Rita feel a little unacceptable for a while. She could usually publish insults to the Ministry of Magic, but when it came to talking about the "mysterious man", she got stuck.

From the Daily Prophet to the Quibbler?That's all for Rita.

"Huh? Why would I give up the best-selling newspaper and choose another one?" She didn't care about Lovegood beside her, but looked shrewdly into Hermione's eyes.

There was some displeasure in her tone, but she didn't dare to admit it easily...

"You are mistaken...there are only a few newspapers. For the wizarding world, the decisive factor for sales is just reporters." Cyrus helped her with the analysis, "write it out...we need your help "

"Haha~"

Rita laughed briefly, but when she saw Dumbledore who hadn't said a word, and the serious two, she was startled by Cyrus' last words.

They 'need' her help~

But she soon stopped laughing, because Dumbledore was serious, and he had already discussed it with Lovegood.

"No problem... The mysterious man is resurrected? Sounds as eye-catching as the horned snoring beast." Mr. Lovegood waved his hand, looked downstairs and said, "Does Luna know...well, she is you friends, of course you can”

Mr. Lovegood shook his head and spoke as if he was asking and answering questions. It was amazing that Professor Dumbledore could always answer the questions.

Rita took a sip of her cocktail and seemed to be thinking about something. She was a little afraid of Dumbledore's arrival, worried that the other party would take revenge on her.

"Is it necessary for me?"

"Rita~Although your articles are somewhat...inaccurate, I have to say that you are indeed outstanding among journalists." Dumbledore said patiently, "But...are you going to spend your whole life like this? "

mix!That's right... Cyrus and Hermione thought so too.

Perhaps because of Dumbledore's acknowledgment, Rita Skeeter quickly regained her complacency, and her attitude towards the mysterious man was somewhat contradictory:

Having said that, maybe more people can really watch it; however, there is some fear deep in my heart.

She was blocked by Principal Dumbledore's words, as if telling her 'Your dream is good, but your direction is wrong', Rita was a little out of breath, and she wanted to leave quickly....

But no matter what excuses she used, Snape acted as if he didn't hear, with his eyes closed and his brows frowning.

"So?" Cyrus looked at her, "Journalist...you don't seem to dare write about something the Ministry is afraid of"

"Impossible!" Rita stirred her drink with a small paper umbrella stuck on the rim of the glass, "well...Fudge does control the daily newspaper office, but that man...now the mood of the masses has changed very nervous"

When did it start?Rita thought about it in her mind, probably from the day when the Death Eaters first swaggered in the Muggle camp, marching and attacking...or the disappearance of the Ministry of Magic?

"Okay...assuming I do, how are you going to pay for it?" She gripped nervously at her crocodile bag.

"Heh~'Ms. Liar', we will support all the expenses." Hermione picked up the cup, raised her glass to her, and showed a slight smile, "If you create value, you will naturally be rewarded accordingly."

Hermione rarely showed her confidence in a link that Dumbledore was not good at, and her smile... In Cyrus' view, it was even more attractive.