Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

The next morning, when Anriel woke up in bed, the first thing he saw was a bright golden red color at the head of the bed.

It was a phoenix feather, with a letter underneath it.

From the looks of it, the letter was clearly written by Dumbledore.

Anriel took the letter, opened it, sat on the bed and read it slowly.

The general meaning is... the Ministry of Magic is going to hold a hearing, or a press conference, an apology meeting... whatever it is.

Dumbledore asked Andriel if he wanted to sit in on the trial.

And the second thing is the related matters of Hogwarts hosting the long-abolished Triwizard Tournament next year.

Dumbledore just mentioned this matter casually. The details still need to be discussed back at school and with Barty Crouch. It concerns the Department of International Magical Cooperation.

"…PS: I got tickets for the Quidditch World Cup, but I'm too old to bother with them…

I think Mr. Lovegood would be pleased to see these three tickets."

Anriel read out the last few lines softly, and Dumbledore's flowing, thin handwriting ended in a beautiful circle.

The corners of his mouth curved up slightly, but even he himself didn't notice it.

The hearing at the Ministry of Magic is at ten in the morning.

Not to mention that Dumbledore suggested that he use Floo Powder, even if he flew to London by himself, there would be enough time.

Now, let's go downstairs and get some fries... no, have some breakfast.

......

That day, at 9:30, on a business street in London.

According to the address given by Dumbledore, Anriel came to an office building that seemed to have been abandoned for some time... uh, an office building from the 20th century.

Looking closely, wow, it's the end of Downing Street.

As the saying goes, great people hide in the city.

As long as Muggles' attention is focused on the front half of Downing Street, no one will pay attention to a group of strange people in strange costumes "marching and demonstrating" at the end of Downing Street.

Okay, this is Great Britain.

Anriel pushed the door open and walked in...

Although he arrived an hour early, there were still a lot of people in the venue.

Reporters from different newspapers seemed to use small flags of different colors to distinguish their identities.

The most eye-catching one is a touch of bright green...

Rita Skeeter, special correspondent for the Daily Prophet.

Stereotypes aside, this guy is obsessed with news…

At this moment, she was strictly checking the performance of the feather pen in her hand, but at the same time she maintained a considerable degree of observation, keeping her eyes and ears open.

Anriel knew that she was trying to eavesdrop on any inside information that could become breaking news.

For this reason, she went to the venue an hour early...

"Sirius Black? Hidden truth or ulterior motive?"

When Anriel passed by, he saw this line of words on the notebook in her hand, but it was crossed out. It seemed that Rita was not very satisfied with this sentence.

"A Ministry scandal? Mistaken honours bestowed upon vile traitors?"

Anriel muttered in a voice not much louder than a mosquito.

Rita's eyes lit up suddenly.

She suddenly turned around and stared at Anriel, with a hungry look in her eyes that was rarely seen in the world.

Anriel smiled and raised a finger, stroking it from one corner of his mouth to the other.

Rita Skeeter's eyes rolled around, and she suddenly understood something...

For several hours afterwards, ever since she heard Anriel say these two sentences, the shorthand quill at hand never stopped writing...

At the press conference, every question she asked made the mask of pain on Fudge's face look even more hideous. Every word she said could accurately hit the point that Fudge was vague about and trying to hide.

Until Fudge finally blurted out a name under the inadvertent guidance of her words -

"Pettidwarf".

"Pettydew, what Petttydew?"

Rita's mind works faster than anyone else at this time.

"Was it Peter Pettigrew? The one that Sirius Black tore into pieces? The one that was awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class, posthumously?"

Rita's thoughts are like a waterfall, or a diarrheal spray, the most prominent feature of which is that they flow out of control and cannot be stopped.

Almost in the next second, she thought of what Anriel said before the press conference.

"According to reliable information from our reporter, there may be an inside story about Peter Pettigrew being awarded the First Class Order of Merlin. Sirius Black was innocently imprisoned for twelve years due to the Ministry of Magic's misjudgment. The truth of that year may have been concealed—"

The woman's mouth started working like a revolver machine gun, and like a magic trick her hands produced a set of shorthand quills and notebooks and set them to work beside her.

Looking at her expression, if the Ministry of Magic wasn't humiliated by her today, it would be thanks to Fudge's tight protection.

Anriel shook his head with a gloating look.

To deal with a woman like Rita, you either have to find something useful on her... and hold on to it tightly, without giving her any chance to turn the tables and escape.

Or, you can just find a remote corner with no one around, choose a remote time, and kill her directly, and put an end to it all...

Because if the public relations war is conducted through formal means, this woman is almost invincible.

I really don’t know what a sensational and explosive artistic effect it would have if the news of the attack on Azkaban got out and reached Rita’s ears…

But now is not the time.

On the other side, Fudge was already losing ground under Rita's attack.

Albus Dumbledore had been leaning on one side since the press conference began, seemingly sleeping soundly.

Anriel bet Voldemort's socket that the old man was more sober than anyone else present.

However, Dumbledore was more inclined towards Sirius in this matter.

A four-hour press conference...

Fudge has basically recruited all the possible recruits, and he really deserves the name of waste.

It includes the injustice of Sirius and the betrayal of Peter Pettigrew, as well as the numerous crimes committed by Peter Pettigrew as a Death Eater, as testified by Dumbledore.

Seeing that the time was almost right, Anriel said indifferently:

"In fact, Peter Pettigrew had already been caught, but he was let go by the Ministry of Magic."

Fudge's face on the stage had visibly become at least two shades whiter.

Excellent whitening effect.

Ignoring Rita's flaming gaze, Anriel used a mocking tone to roughly describe how Peter Pettigrew escaped from under the noses of the Ministry of Magic and the Dementors.

What time converter?

Does it have anything to do with Peter Pettigrew's escape?

It was obviously the Ministry of Magic's waste who allowed Peter Pettigrew, who had almost lost the ability to resist, to escape.

Do you know what else this topic might lead to?

......

"Then let me ask you, if the Dementors cannot even supervise a criminal who has almost lost his ability to move, are they still capable of continuing to supervise the Azkaban Wizard Prison?

And Sirius Black's escape from prison, was it accidental, or inevitable to some extent?"

Rita was aggressive, speaking each word with caution and taking each step carefully.

Anriel was amazed.

I would call her——

The innate holy body of journalism, the ultimate divine master of journalism.