Hogwarts Homecoming

Chapter 348 Rita Skeeter

Rita Skeeter?

Through the closed door, Amosta already knew who the person knocking on the door was.

To be honest, Amosta admired some of the characteristics of this female reporter, not to mention what happened on the day of the press conference, Rita Skeeter could know in just a few days that he The attack by the dark wizard that happened when I was a student at Hogwarts, and finding the person who experienced that incident just to dig out some exciting topics from myself, this dedication is commendable.

In particular, she was able to use 'Fiendfire' as a guide to associate herself with the dark wizard who shocked the Muggle government and the wizarding world in front of Grimmauld Square last year, and her sensitive and clear thoughts were rare.

Boom, boom, boom!

There was another hasty knock on the door, and Rita Skeeter outside the door seemed quite sure that there was someone in the room, as if she would not give up until she knocked on the door.

Amosta raised his eyebrows, and after pondering for a moment, he slowly got up and came to the door, and opened the door.

Rita Skeeter was dressed the same as she was at the press conference last time, except that she had changed into a brightly colored shirt. At this moment, she was holding that distinctive crocodile leather handbag in her left hand, clenched her fist in the air , making a smashing motion.

Amosta can probably guess that Rita Skeeter probably already knew about the fact that he suppressed the report through the board of directors of the Daily Prophet, because this woman has not yet restrained her expression with obvious Angry, but then, when she realized that the door had opened, she changed into a joyful expression,

"Ah, Amosta Bryan, finding where you live is quite a challenge for a seasoned Times reporter, and oh, as a hotshot, I don't think you remember. "

"In fact, you impress me, Ms. Rita Skeeter."

Rita's height probably could only reach Amosta's chin. He stared condescendingly at this uninvited visitor, and instead of showing a pleasant expression because of some appreciation in his heart, he frowned slightly and tried his best to show how a person who does not want to be disturbed responds to harassment,

"But I'm really confused, Ms. Skeeter, how did you find out about my room? As far as I know, not many people know that I live here."

"Oh, it's just a trivial question!"

Rita Skeeter acted like an old friend who has known Amosta for many years. She poked her head unabashedly, her eyes leaped over Amosta, and unscrupulously inquired in the room. When she noticed When there was a thick pile of letters waiting for a reply at the foot of the desk, her eyes lit up, showing great interest.

"Are you replying to fans, oh, it's so stupid to stand outside the door and chat, why can't we go in and say it?"

After saying this, she didn't wait for Amosta to respond, she squeezed in from Amosta's side, and walked quickly towards the desk full of letters, as if intending to take advantage of Amosta's reaction before she could react. peek at the contents of the letter,

But unfortunately, her attempt failed. Before he reached the center of the room, the letter paper spread out on the table suddenly jumped up, folded herself into a square, and then slid into the open box on the side. At the same time, the desk drawer opened with a snap, and all the letters were swiftly placed in the drawer, and finally closed with a clang, completely blocking Rita Skeeter's prying eyes.

"I don't recall ever inviting you into my room, Ms. Rita Skeeter."

Amosta dropped his wand and said in a bad word,

"Whether it's Muggle law or wizard law, based on your behavior just now, I can subdue you and send you to the Ministry of Magic for a period of time-"

"Don't be so cynical, Amosta!"

Rita Skeeter grinned exaggeratedly. She looked around the room and quickly locked onto the glass tea table and two wicker chairs on the open-air balcony behind the curtains. After throwing the leather handbag on the coffee table, he fiddled with the golden curly hair a few times.

"Why are you still standing at the door, Amostar, we are about to conduct a high-profile interview!"

Rita Skeeter bared her lips, three gold teeth gleaming in the sun.

"You're funny, Ms. Skeeter--"

Amosta's eyes were half closed, and he smiled lowly, but he didn't say anything to drive him away. After closing the door behind his back, he paced towards the balcony.

By the time Amosta sat down, Rita Skeeter had pulled out of her bag the shorthand quill she had used at the press conference and a fresh piece of parchment.

"Amosta, I use a shorthand quill to take notes, you won't object, will you? This way I can free up my hands and have a normal conversation with you"

Amosta made a gesture to indicate that he didn't mind, and kept a happy smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes,

"I don't care where you found out about my residence, Ms. Skeeter, as a well-known professional reporter, I think you have your own way, but when I'm curious, why do you want to Waste time on me, I mean, I'm 'out of date', haven't I, the talk of the day is Sirius Black, and your colleagues are trying to get the inside story of Black's arrest from the Ministry of Magic Woolen cloth--"

Rita Skeeter raised a heavily drawn eyebrow,

"Don't underestimate yourself, Amosta, people are still very interested in you, and Sirius, he is the one who is really out of date."

Amosta pursed his lips and said nothing, because he noticed that the green shorthand quill was flying around and writing on the parchment paper spread on the glass coffee table:

At the beginning of this conversation, which was achieved after going through many difficulties, Amosta Bryan tried to turn the topic to the arrest of Sirius, which was popular nowadays. The young and handsome face was calm, but The flash of light in the peculiar purple pupils told the author that he was afraid of something, perhaps, he was afraid that the author would mention the article that should have been exposed to the public long ago, revealing some horrific truths, but in the end, in the right Reports that quietly disappeared in front of them.

"Whoa, that's interesting—"

After meeting Rita Skeeter, Amosta expressed such emotion for the second time.

"You worked so hard to come to me just to fight the injustice for yourself, Ms. Skeeter, the report that revealed the truth?"

Amosta's fingers intertwined, his smile was cold,

"I'm not doing it to fix my own troubles, Ms Skeeter, but to stop you from committing a mistake that, without a single factual connection to me, was committed in Grimmauld Place, outside London. crime black wizard,

As for what you reported about what happened that night when I was at Hogwarts. There is not a single sentence in your report that is close to the truth, Ms. Skeeter. If so, I am doing something to protect my reputation. "

Rita Skeeter is an experienced reporter with a tough style of conversation. In her career, she has interviewed dignitaries of the Ministry of Magic and famous figures in the magic circle. The 'big shot' gradually lost her way in coping with her sharp questions, and finally her psychological defense was breached.

However, Amosta Bryan didn't seem to care about her 'excellent reputation' at all. This young wizard had an aura as heavy as the deep sea suppressing her, making her unable to 'play freely'.

"Priane and Filoa—you must still remember their names, right, Amosta, two innocent little wizards were seriously injured by you, this is the truth, isn't it?"

Rita stared intently into Amosta's eyes, a stiff smile on her big-jawed face.

"the truth?"

Amosta was amused,

"Ms. Skeeter, people like you should understand that truth is always a relative term, and what you and the people in the magic world are after has never been 'truth'."