Chapter 682

As a newspaper reporter, Rita Skeeter is absolutely disgusting. Without hesitation, she can distort the facts, stain the purity, vilify the beauty, and then add all kinds of gimmicks to it, using false topics to attract people who know nothing about the truth by any means.

But as a peep into the first-hand secret information, she is very capable.

Rita Skeeter, an unregistered Animagus. Her Animagus form is a very small beetle. In terms of concealment effect alone, it is even better than Maka's hummingbird form.

So even Maka had some expectations. He wanted to hear what new news the woman got from other places. Because he knew that since this woman could have the confidence of a lion to open her mouth, she must have some powerful secrets in her hand.

"... speak up and listen!"

With a wave, Maka applied a silent spell to the periphery of the rest area, and then motioned to Skeeter. The latter looked around for a while and then lowered his voice and said.

"Mr. McLean, here's the thing..." Skeeter said mysteriously, "you see, there's also news from the Indian magic world that a delegation should be sent to participate in the competition? But they haven't appeared yet, don't you think..."

"Do you want to talk about the Indian delegation's stay in Iran?" Maka waved his hand. "I already know this, so I don't need your special offer."

"Oh?" Skeeter smelled the speech, but her expression was more mysterious, which was vaguely proud. "Then, Mr. McLean... Do you know which other countries have wizards in Iran?"

"What else?"

When Maka heard this, she could not help frowning slightly.

If one or two families meet together, it's not a big deal. After all, this game is full of disputes over power and interest. But if there are too many, it's easy to get out of control.

He did get the news that the Indian delegation had settled in Iran, and even knew that the two sides were gathering together for some unknown negotiations. But if there are wizards from other countries, he doesn't know.

"Yes," Skeeter did not intend to sell off too much because this was originally a transaction of intelligence and interests, and she soon continued, "mainly those countries around Iran, and it seems that there are wizards in Egypt... However, except for the Indian delegation, those wizards should avoid the actions of their own Ministry of magic."

"In other words, is it mainly the personal action of some forces?" Maka said thoughtfully, "well, what about the joint delegation of Mesopotamia? Since all Egyptian wizards have a share..."

"No, as far as I can see... As far as I get the news, there are no wizards in Mesopotamia." Skeeter always refuses to admit her Animagus ability, even if she knows that Maka is an insider.

"Really?"

Because the old wizard Bertha left a good impression on Maka, he didn't want the other party to get involved. After all, it's unlikely to be a good thing that wizards in many countries are involved in - the more friends, the better, even Maka thinks so.

"Do you know what they are discussing?" he asked. "Besides, who is the leader?"

Although the magic circles of many countries were excited about this alchemy competition, many countries were not very interested from the beginning. Maka is worried now that although some people are seemingly indifferent, they want to secretly commit adultery and play tricks and toss out some things that are difficult to clean up.

"The security there is very strict, and I don't have any specific news..." Skeeter shook his head, but carefully said, "however, I got some fragments of their plan to start the game... As for their ultimate goal, it is naturally the legacy of Mr. Nicole LeMay."

The woman said she got "some clips", but she didn't say it right away. She obviously planned to wait for Maka's promise here.

Seeing that she looked like a rabbit without an eagle, Maka was too lazy to argue with her and nodded immediately.

"The right of exclusive access, the first day's share - I agree," he said. "Of course, the premise is that your so-called 'fragments' are true! First, I'll go and look into them carefully, okay?"

"Oh, of course! And I'm sure the news is reliable, because it's directly heard from the Wizards -" Skeeter said happily at once. "Well, the first point is' inside meets outside '..."

Marca doesn't have to lie to her. Rita Skeeter knows it very well. If Maka is willing, she can even coerce her to tell the truth directly with violence, not to mention that Maka still seems to hold her handle in her hand.

Therefore, after getting Maka's promise, she immediately began to tell the latest information she had obtained. Although it is only a small part of the other party's plan, it is undoubtedly very useful information. Maka listened carefully.

It was not until Skeeter said everything he could, that Maka half closed her eyes and fell into temporary meditation. And after he thought for a while, Skeeter's woman offered that she should go back to the side hall of the auditorium.

"I see," said Maka. "Your information is really useful. I'll let you know on the day when the inheritance is opened."

He watched the sensible Rita Skeeter leave the small hall, and then walked over to the table again.

No matter what the Iranian magic world wants to do, at least the game itself should be well prepared. The contestant is on the one hand, and the judge is on the other hand. He needs to treat it carefully.

"Mr. hornheim, ladies and gentlemen," said Marca, smiling as she returned to her seat. "You've been waiting."

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If Marca's side is a conspiracy of the adult world, the contradiction between Alexander and erns can only be regarded as a simple play between children.

In order to find Neville to test the medicine, Alexander suddenly entered the small circle of senior students. Recently, he and Harry have had a lot of intersection.

At present, they are enjoying a richer lunch than usual in the auditorium only one wall away from the side hall where the participating delegations are located. If it is the light of the event, it is not impossible.

It's a pity that abundance is abundance, but today's dishes always make people feel something wrong.

"Well, I said, can someone try this dish first? After tasting it, remember to tell me if I can eat it..."

At the Gryffindor table, Ron was holding his fork and his face was full of hesitation. He pointed to an unknown dish that looked dark.

"Compared with that, you'd better take a look at this plate..." Harry covered his mouth and said dryly, "what kind of insect is this? It's still moving... Is this... Can it really eat?"

"These are the characteristic foods of the African magic world..."

Hermione's face was obviously blue. She didn't even pick up her knife and fork and still put it on both sides of the plate. But she is still trying to show her extensive knowledge and introduce these suspicious dishes to her friends.

"Harry, you're talking about bamboo worms. The book says they have high nutritional value..." she solved Harry's doubts and then said to Ron across the street, "the plate in front of you is... Uh... I'll go to the bathroom first."

Hermione couldn't go on after all, because she suddenly felt a churn in her stomach and covered her mouth. In the concerned eyes of Harry and Ron, she suddenly stood up and dragged her soft feet straight to the side porch.

"Hey," Ron thought and suddenly looked diagonally opposite him with a smile, "Alexander, why don't you... Try it for me?"

"... i... haven't offended you?"

On the other side of the long table, Alexander, who was eating bread with his head down, didn't even lift his head. Because today's lunch was so powerful, he didn't have the courage to look at the table anyway.

"Ron, don't bully Alexander -" said Harry, looking at the plate of insects again, and then he grabbed a piece of bread and ate it. "Although there's no appetite anyway, you have to fill your stomach? By the way, Alexander, I heard you're going to teach yourself ancient magic?"

"Well?"

Alexander, who stuffed a mouthful of bread, nodded vaguely. He didn't go on until he swallowed the food in his mouth with the juice.

"... yes! But that's really difficult... There are a lot of things to memorize."

"When Hermione comes back later, you can tell her that she should be able to teach you how to learn." Harry said, but he wondered, "but why do you want to learn magic? At first, many people went to Marca's class, but few really learned arithmetic!"

"Well..."

Alexander took another sip of juice, apparently hesitating. He hesitated whether he should talk about Ernst in front of these seniors.

Although his relationship with Ernst has deteriorated a lot in recent days, there is no friendship between them. At least there is the "common secret" of lucky chocolate. Neville's drug test must not be said. In order to keep this secret, the best way is not to spread anything between them.

"Ancient magic writing is really complex and boring..." Alexander thought again, and finally slowly said, "but since professor McLean is so powerful, it's certainly not wrong to follow him, isn't it?"