12dz 205 Rita Skeeter
205 Rita Skeeter
205 Rita Skeeter
In the Leaky Cauldron, in a quiet small private room.
"I hear you are the best-informed reporter in England?"
"Of course, but I prefer to call myself the one who tells the public the truth."
"Do you mean by the truth, my astonishing guess as Dumbledore's shield? This is no joke, Rita Skeeter."
Ron smiled playfully and looked at the middle-aged woman with curly blond hair, a pair of glasses inlaid with jewels, and two-inch long nails covered with red nail polish sitting opposite him.
"I have to praise you, your imagination is very rich, but the reports are groundless." Ron twitched his lips, "There will always be some people with bad temper who are better at catching rumormongers and locking them in dragon dung In the pool."
"Why not learn from Gilderoy Lockhart? At least the stories he told people were true, even if he didn't do it himself."
"Right?"
Seeing Ron's expression, Rita twitched the corners of her mouth a little stiffly.
"Maybe." She reluctantly replied, "But why did you ask me to come this time? For Jin Jialong's sake, forget about these small things, how about it?"
"Look at my Galleon's sake and forgive me?"
"It's really you, Rita."
A heavy bag was thrown on the table by Ron.
"Bellatrix, you know that, right?"
Rita Skeeter, whose eyes suddenly burst into golden light, immediately reached out and grabbed the bag, and then tore open the bag, revealing the charming little cutie inside.
"I happen to know a top-secret piece of news! The Ministry of Magic strictly forbids me to report in advance, otherwise all newspapers will refuse to accept all my submissions, but if you..."
"Azkaban's escape, right? It has something to do with the Ministry of Magic, whether it's a person or not, bragging is not a good habit."
"Ahaha" Rita let out an awkward yet polite laugh as she clutched the bag full of Galleons, "but what's your purpose in looking for Bellatrix?"
A shorthand quill floated out of her crocodile leather bag and was about to move. As a professional 'reporter', Rita never let go of a piece of news that might have a breaking point.
"To chop off her head and give it away."
The big round buttocks did not catch her body as she slid off the soft chair. Although she almost fell to the ground, Rita still held on to the bag full of Galleons, spitting out the shorthand quill floating in the air. Taking a big mouthful of ink, the roll of parchment was stained in an instant.
"This is not a funny joke"
Rita reluctantly twitched the corners of her mouth, then propped herself up on the table and stood up to do it again.
"When did I joke with you?"
"A Death Eater, if you kill him, you kill him. Is the Ministry of Magic planning to let me into Azkaban?"
Ron was toying with a golden badge, which made Rita stare straight at it again.
"Merlin First Class Medal. Well, it is indeed exempt from crimes below murder. If it is an escaped prisoner from Azkaban, I think this badge may be more useful."
"However. How did you get this badge? This has never happened before. Is there something inside?" Rita stared at Ron with shining eyes. If she can get the news, then she Got blood to make a lot of money again.
"One hundred thousand Galleons, I'll tell you."
"Just pretend I didn't ask." Rita rolled her eyes. If she had [-] Galleons, she would have traveled all over the world and worked as a reporter.
"My request is not high. No matter what method you use, as long as you can provide me with real clues about Bellatrix so that I can find her, then you can get twenty times more Galleons than here."
"Five hundred is a deposit, but if you..."
"No if! Absolutely not!"
After hearing the quotation of [-] Galleons, Rita almost patted her chest and promised, isn't this business just for money?Compared with the meager salary for writing manuscripts, [-] Galleons can at least cover her three or four years of hard work without eating or drinking.
"In England, no one has more information than me." Rita raised her chin with a certain air. "The Auror Office has bought a lot of information from me. I don't just make money from gossip."
"I hope so. I don't want to scare the snake away. If it weren't for the fact that it is easy to scare people away by putting a reward order on the external hacker. I hope you cherish this opportunity."
"Of course, I, Rita Skeeter, am not an intelligence dealer who has no bottom line. I am a reporter, and you can trust my professional ethics."
Rita also didn't forget to smear her fellow colleagues who were not regarded as colleagues, but those people are already black enough, it doesn't matter whether they smear or not.
Looking at her swearing appearance, Ron smiled secretly in his heart, but it was almost the same. The intelligence dealers in the black market were also well-informed, but they themselves were not clean. Les, whom Bellatrix married, The Trange family is also a generation of dark wizards. Although the whole family has entered, there is no guarantee that there is any dark thread that can be used in the black market.
Although Rita is a person who makes up nonsense every day and uses exaggerated reports to gain attention, at least she is a little bit cleaner than the group of sewer rats, at least the surface is glamorous.
Moreover, she has an obvious identity, and she can only hide as a mouse for the rest of her life, which is not the life this woman who likes to enjoy wants to live.
"Take this and contact me if you have any news."
Ron took out a small card and broke it into two pieces. As long as one uses magic to leave words on one of them, the same words will appear on the other card. This is much more secretive than an owl, but its use is limited. Not cheap either.
After Rita left in high spirits, Ron stretched lazily.
"Is she trustworthy?" Hermione asked softly.
"As long as she can't refuse Jin Jialong, then it's credible."
"Okay, it's time for us to go back to the room, rest, and prepare for camping tomorrow. I have to pick a better tent, and I still have a lot of things to buy."
On a starless night in downtown London, a peaceful night passed quietly. Amidst the ticking sound of the magic wall clock, the sky in Diagon Alley transitioned from pitch black to slightly chilly brightness.
They happily walked through the shops with few customers. After using Floo powder to stay away from the city, the broom took them to fly towards a lake.
There is a huge building hidden by magic in the direction facing the crystal lake. If you don't know its exact name, even wizards will not be able to detect its existence.
"Sirius is so kind to you, Harry, look how handsome this castle is."
They pitched a tent on the other side of the lake opposite the castle, and under the condition that little wizards were not allowed to use magic outside the school, the camping became even more hectic, but it was also full of new ideas.
(End of this chapter)