[HP] How to properly feed the savior

"I'm ready, can I go?" Rita stepped on high heels and appeared at the door.It was the end of July, but she was wrapped in a thick ermine scarf.Since the large-scale rebellion of the dementors, there has been no sunshine in summer in Britain, the sky is covered with dark clouds all day long, and the cold fog permeates London. When you stand at the door in the evening and take a breath, you can see the white mist emerging in front of your eyes.

"I can do it too." Riddle stood up from the table, closed the diary, and put it in his arms. "We're going to a meeting in the evening, so we don't have to wait for dinner."

"A meeting?" Rita's eyes suddenly lit up like a news detector. "Is Dumbledore going to do something big again? The Daily Prophet has been tracking Dumbledore's actions for a while, and even Fudge wrote him several letters a day. Our news is far behind The Daily Prophet. But then again, it's not Fudge's turn to write a letter now." She let out a rough laugh, "I wonder if Scrimgeour can get some favors from Dumbledore."

"I doubt it. Dumbledore never trusted the Ministry." Riddle shrugged. "But what Dumbledore is doing, you won't know until the meeting is over. Don't look at me like that... If Dumbledore doesn't want others to know, he must have a reason."

Rita pouted dissatisfiedly, "So we can only report stories about the hard work of Hogwarts dropouts?"

"Believe me, they will change the future of the wizarding world." Riddle laughed, "Even our office is funded by them."

"Is it a more complicated matter?" He asked Riddle across the computer screen, "A letter from the United States said that the item has been prepared, let us get it as soon as possible."

"It's hard to say." Riddle raised his eyebrows, "Basically all the Death Eaters will be there. Let's go early, and the location is at Malfoy Manor."

"Death Eaters?" Rita gasped, almost missing the crocodile leather bag in her hand. "I thought you were working for Dumbledore!"

"We are indeed affiliated to the Order of the Phoenix." He typed the reply letter on the computer, feeling that the keyboards of this era were extremely difficult to use, and the weird input method made it difficult for him to adapt. "But our sources of information are mainly on the side of the Death Eaters, and Dumbledore won't tell us anything."

Rita twitched her lips, "Forget it, whatever Death Eaters of the Order of the Phoenix, as long as I can get the press materials."

"Rita, we'll probably be away for at least a month," he wrote back. "I can't contact you during the period, because we are likely to be closely monitored by Muggles, and we are not familiar with the Ministry of Magic in the United States. This month, the magazine depends on you."

"You can't just let it go like this!" Rita immediately became anxious, "The magazine is booming now, have you read this month's work report? Our number of subscribers has skyrocketed, and the previous article on the battle of the Ministry of Magic Readers have fallen in love with us for their detailed reporting, and they want more news! More detailed revelations! You know they all believe Harry Potter told us this!"

"Can't the Americans deliver the goods to your door?" Riddle frowned. "I saw your drawings, and it seems that you only intend to order a small gadget."

"What are you going to do?" Rita asked unhappily.In her opinion, nothing compares to their magazines.

"Computer. It's the same as the one used in the editing room downstairs, but more powerful." He simply explained.When he suggested that the magazine should be formatted and edited by computer, both Riddle and Rita were skeptical at first.However, they soon discovered that even a wizard can quickly get started with a computer, and the efficiency is higher than traditional typesetting and printing.Rita no longer uses a typewriter to write manuscripts, and her grasp of computers is about the same as that of ordinary Muggles. "My original intention was to make them a tablet computer, the same size and thickness as an ordinary notepad, and not require too many powerful functions. But the Americans read my drawings and said that their industrial manufacturing level could not do it. To produce something like this, we can only make a larger... desktop computer. But in order to compensate us, they agreed to help us make a bigger screen."

The corners of Riddle's eyes twitched, "You're going to bring that thing into Hogwarts. If it's a desktop computer, where are you going to put it?"

"There is an on-demand room, probably. I think DA's activities can use it." After replying to the email, he logged on to the website to book a flight ticket, "Tomorrow morning at 8 am, Heathrow Airport to San Francisco Airport, how about it?"

"So urgent?" Riddle was taken aback.

"I'm not sure if there will be any technical obstacles in the United States. Besides, I still need a lot of time to program, so that the computer can be put into use as soon as possible." He quickly finalized the ticket, "We fly business class. Before you prepare Is the fake certificate ready?"

"It's a piece of cake." Riddle patted the drawer, "But if we leave tomorrow, we won't have time to celebrate Harry's birthday."

"Yes." He printed out the ticket. "Speak to Fred and George later and let them wish Harry a happy birthday for us."

They walked to Charing Cross Road and entered Diagon Alley from the Leaky Cauldron.Riddle never had a good face when he saw the owner of the bar, and today is no exception, and the bar is no longer as lively as before, the more the boss likes to stand at the door, Riddle's face is even more ugly.

The bustling Diagon Alley in the past was also affected by Voldemort's return. There were not many people on the street, and occasionally there were two or three close together, looking around at any time, as if afraid of a Death Eater appearing.Many of the shops along the street were closed, and notices from the Ministry of Magic were posted everywhere.The only thriving and bustling place was Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, which was the only bright spot left on the entire dark street.

Before entering the store, their eyes were attracted by a huge purple poster similar to the Ministry of Magic notice on the outer wall.The poster is printed with bold yellow characters:

Why are you worried about You-Know-Who?

You should be concerned about constipation Jen--

The feeling of constipation afflicts the Chinese people!

"Constipated Jen." Riddle read angrily and amusedly, "I really should show him a copy at tonight's meeting, to test how much of his sense of humor is left."

Rita screamed under her breath, "They're going to be murdered!"

"I don't think so." He said calmly. "Voldemort has been busy expanding his power recently, and the Death Eaters have been scattered all over the place. He doesn't have time to manage such a small joke shop. Unless—"

"Unless it's not just a joke shop." Dressed in a magenta robe, Fred greeted them with a smile. "George is busy upstairs, he'll be down later. Come in, I'll show you around, business has been really good lately—not these." Rita stared suspiciously at a bottle of edible black magic Mark, said Fred hastily, "in the back warehouse—ah, here comes George."

"Hey, guys, I've been waiting for you for a long time." George shook hands with them, "We've been so busy these days, but the Galleons we've earned are also a lot. The Ministry of Magic asked us to order five hundred defenses. Curse hats, and also ordered the future anti-spell cloak and anti-spell gloves, especially gloves, they are going to distribute a copy to each of the several units that search for inferior protective items. You must have no idea how many people in the Ministry of Magic even have a decent armor I can’t even recite the mantra, I really don’t know how they graduated.”

"That's because they are all idiots who only know how to take exams." Riddle smiled contemptuously. "From their point of view, fighting is only for the Aurors."

"Can all these be reported?" Rita had already pulled out a notepad and shorthand quill. "The Ministry of Magic wouldn't be happy if we wrote that."

"When will The Quibbler need to consider the Ministry of Magic's opinion?" Riddle retorted, "We can save some face for them and write about some unknown mysterious organization that ordered a large number of Defense Against the Dark Arts products. Readers know that organization is What do you mean?"

"No problem." Rita's quill began to write quickly.

"To be honest, we've always been curious about how you do it." George showed them around the apprentice's handicraft workshop-they were spelling various styles of hats. "Your risks are much greater than ours, criticizing the Ministry of Magic, revealing the Death Eaters' action plan... They didn't bother you?"

"Voldemort knew what we were doing, and he acquiesced." Riddle took a small cinder-like black stone from the shelf. "What's this?"

"Smoke bombs, imported from Peru, ordinary magic cannot illuminate and disperse them."

"I take a few dollars to sell, you don't mind?"

"Just take it, you two are major shareholders, and you have contributed money and energy to help us advertise." George waved his hand, and showed them a thing that looked like a little owl toy, "This is a decoy bomb, It will make a lot of noise when thrown out, and it’s great to use with smoke bombs.”

Riddle carried one in his pocket. "As for the Ministry of Magic, Scrimgeour is a smart man. Seizing us at this time will only make the Ministry weak. He is taking a tough line and will not make such low-level mistakes."

"How long do you think Scrimgeour can sit as Minister of Magic?" George asked, frowning. "I've heard from people in the Order of the Phoenix that Scrimgeour and Dumbledore seem to be having trouble. People in the Order don't like him very much."

"It shouldn't be too long." Riddle answered absently while fiddling with the gadgets on the shelf. "Scrunchie was born as an Auror, so it is not easy to be controlled by the Imperius Curse. Voldemort will control the Ministry of Magic sooner or later. He will not allow Scrimgeour to sit in the position of minister for a long time. I am not sure when he will start, maybe After Dumbledore is dead."

"That's a long time."

"I'm not so sure." Riddle looked worried. "I know you all think that Dumbledore is the only person he is afraid of, but that's not the case. Voldemort didn't attack Dumbledore because he respected Hogwarts. He's still the one I know. But now, I don't recognize him more and more... Rita, don't write this paragraph."

Rita pouted and crossed out the few lines she had just written.

"Don't mention these. You accept Rita's interview, and tell me if she writes nonsense." Riddle put his hands in his pockets, "Let's go for a walk, I don't know when we will come next time."

"Are you going to leave?" George asked in surprise, "Harry and the others are still planning to come. The Ministry of Magic can't spare manpower to escort them these days. When Harry's birthday is over and the school textbooks come down, they probably I can come."

"Yeah, the flight to America tomorrow morning," he explained, "greetings to Harry for us."

"Why don't you stay a few more days?"

"The Americans are going crazy. Besides, I want to do that as soon as possible. It's a pity that you are not in school this year." He replied with a smile, "DA's activities this year will be very exciting."

"Little Ronnie will definitely show it off to us. We just need to hear that our ears have calluses." George shook his head. "By the way, go to Ollivander's store when you have time. about to leave."

Ollivander's Wand Shop is nearby.As soon as he entered the store, Ollivander greeted him warmly, "Tom Riddle! I still remember you, I was very impressed, just like what happened yesterday. It is very rare for an 11-year-old little wizard to buy a wand alone, And you also took my very rare wand from my shop, yew, phoenix feather, thirteen and a half inches, didn't you?"

"Oh, yes," Riddle replied uncomfortably. "I like that wand very much, but now it's in someone else's hands."

"That's not good, it's not good." Ollivander moved closer, his big light-colored eyes fixed on Riddle, and his whole body was almost attached to Riddle. "The wand recognizes the soul of a person. The inner core of the phoenix will make the wand loyal to you forever. You have to find a way to get the wand back. That is the most suitable wand for you. It will make your strength the strongest."

Riddle took a few steps back, "Would you say the same to him?"

Ollivander was silent for a while, "There are many people who want to find out the secret of the wand, so I have to leave."

After finishing speaking, the little old man turned around and walked backstage.

"He's really inexplicable." After leaving the wand shop, Riddle was still complaining, "like a prophet, as if he knows everything."

On the way they met Neville, who greeted them happily, "I'm here to buy a wand, how about you?"

"If you want to buy a wand, hurry up," he said hastily. "We just came out of Ollivander's shop, and the old man said he was leaving."

"He's leaving? Then how should freshmen buy wands this year?" Neville's eyes widened. "The book list hasn't come down yet, right? I remember it like this..."

"Normally the book list won't come out until August. The premise is that Dumbledore finds a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Last year's book list came so slowly because Dumbledore couldn't find a suitable professor for a long time. .

"Oh, then I'll go to the wand shop first." Neville waved at them.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" He saw that Riddle was silent all the way, so he asked.

"Ollivander said just now that the wand recognizes the soul of a person, and only when the soul matches the wand can the strongest power be exerted." Riddle thought deeply, "My soul can still match the wand now. Does it match?"

He was also silent.

The author has something to say: In the future, this article will be temporarily changed to one update every day, and updates will be added irregularly.The author, I have a final exam... Please forgive me...

Thanks to Cc for mine~(≧▽≦)/~