Chapter 742

"... Mr. McLean, isn't this not quite... Different from what we agreed? The champion of the alchemy competition has become an attacker, the award ceremony of the International Federation of wizards has been delayed, and the publication of Nicole LeMay's Alchemy heritage has been suspended... What about my first day of exclusive materials? When can I..."

Because the old witch of the African delegation plotted against the law in Hogwarts, she was still the champion of the event, so a series of subsequent events had to be suspended temporarily.

So this morning, shortly after filch opened the door, Ms. Skeeter came to visit immediately... No, maybe it's more appropriate to say "door-to-door entanglement"?

Maka, who thought a lot about Ravenclaw's follow-up test last night and then stayed in the Horse Cave and spent the middle of the night arranging the rune array, didn't come out of the office until the breakfast time was almost over.

But as soon as he opened the door, he saw Rita Skeeter, the big reporter who was pushing her fine framed glasses. Then he was completely followed by the woman whose lips were painted like a monkey's ass to the side porch door of the auditorium.

"Ms. Skeeter, didn't I say everything? I won't break my promise, but now it can only be said to be an accident that everyone doesn't want to see."

Marca stood at the door and explained helplessly to Rita Skeeter, which was probably the third time he had said these words.

"Now we can only calm down and wait," he continued to reassure. "After the International Federation of wizards implements the trial of the parties and the written judgment is officially published, the subsequent process will be adjusted according to the judgment made by the Federation..."

At this point, Maka paused a little, then spread her hands and said, "therefore, wait a minute! At least it is impossible to cancel the disclosure of Mr. LeMay's estate, that is, sooner or later, you will be the writer who will get the first-hand material."

"Oh, I know that, but -"

Skeeter still feels very unwilling. After all, it's related to a lot of jingaron!

"Mr. McLean..."

Rita Skeeter, a woman, usually has a domineering attitude, and she is not very humble even in the face of high-ranking people. Coupled with her report that ignores the authenticity for gimmicks, there are many people who hate her.

But when it comes to her own income, she will show such real distress?

Maca looked at Skeeter's face full of thick foundation and looked at her eagerness and helplessness in her eyes.

"Occasionally looking at the pain of others seems to feel good..." he suddenly felt that he seemed to have an impulse to laugh, "at least it can reduce his pressure?"

"Well, Ms. Skeeter," after a little thought, Maka continued, "well, I'll write you a letter. Take the letter to Mr. schlinger, the Minister of magic. Maybe he can arrange for you to meet and take a picture with the parties involved in the attack..."

As he spoke, he grabbed the notepad and shorthand quill Rita Skeeter had carried with him, and then wrote casually.

"If you are lucky, you may be able to seize this opportunity before the Ministry of magic transfers the prisoners to the Federation. I think you know, once she is sent to the Federation, the level of isolation ban will rise again. For example, it is almost impossible for your wizard media to see her in advance..."

After waiting, Maka quickly wrote the content and signed his name on the noteboard. As soon as he grabbed it, the paper was automatically torn off and folded horizontally and vertically into an envelope.

"But please also note that what can be written and what can not be written... I believe a senior writer like you should be able to distinguish clearly."

After that, he handed the letter to Rita Skeeter, and the other party hurriedly took it.

"I'm going to have breakfast..." Marca returned the notepad and quill to her. Then she shrugged. "How about going to try today's fried ham with me? The oak smoke in Yorkshire tastes very good!"

"Ah, no... no..." Skeeter hurriedly grabbed the letter and ran to the main gate of the castle. At present, every minute counts, "Sir, have a nice meal..."

The champion of the event became an attacker overnight, and the target of the attack was the prize provider, which must be quite eye-catching news.

Yes, I'm afraid the media in the world of magic will realize this for the first time.

Unfortunately, because the incident is unusual, it is not easy to interview that special Prisoner - our minister of magic doesn't want to happen again. How can we allow the wizard media to make trouble?

"Wish me a pleasant meal?" Marca glanced at Skeeter's back and turned into the auditorium. "You have to be happy..."

He provided Rita Skeeter with this interview opportunity, which is actually equivalent to giving Hogwarts another opportunity to show himself, which can be regarded as squeezing the last part of the waste heat of the event in Britain.

However, this is not enough to make him happy.

"Professor McLean --" "good morning, Professor!" "Hey, McLean --"

As soon as he entered the auditorium, the students of all grades greeted him. Last night he moved such a big stone tablet back. Although he didn't actually see many little wizards, at least some people really saw it.

Of course, Professor McGonagall can't allow them to spread this matter casually. If they want to discuss it, they have to communicate in private.

However, this did not prevent them from being full of curiosity about Maka again.

On the contrary, the old witch attacked others in the school. No matter how much trouble it caused in the outside world, it didn't seem to cause much discussion among the little wizards.

"Well, good morning, everyone."

Just as Marca passed the side aisle and walked all the way to the teaching staff in front of the auditorium, Alexander on the Gryffindor table was surrounded by a lot of people.

Last night, Professor McGonagall took him and Ernst back to the principal's office and gave them double severe punishment. As for the deduction of College points, it is secondary.

Now, Alexander is busy telling what he saw and heard last night, because he is one of the few witnesses who saw the whole situation!

"Harry, you said... What is the 'big black stone tablet' in Alexander's mouth?"

Next to the crowd, Ron and Harry were having dinner together, and Alexander's narration and the chaotic noise of the other students came to his ears intermittently.

"How do I know..." Harry shook his head. "How many times have we figured out what Marca is doing? Don't think about it. Marca will deal with it anyway..."

"Harry!"

Hermione was still sitting in the old seat opposite them. Seeing Harry say that, she immediately looked up and stared at her while she was eating.

"Who's Marca?" Hermione ordered the plate with a fork and said solemnly. "He's our friend, okay? Harry and Ron, turn around and look at Marca, look at his expression -"

Of course they understand what Hermione means, but

"I said," Ron didn't look at it, but looked depressed. "We can't see anything from Marca's expression. Didn't we know that long ago?"

Harry raised his head and glanced in the direction of the teaching staff, but in fact, as Ron said, Marca was as gentle and calm as usual from beginning to end, and there was nothing to see.

"Didn't you find out? As long as he thinks more, it means that he must have encountered some problems that are difficult to solve..."

"Oh, how carefully you observe!"

While Ron uttered an inexplicable sigh, Harry thought: "since the last clue was interrupted, there has been no progress in the search for Horcruxes..."

"So, what we need to do now, shouldn't we continue to improve ourselves? Recently, my silent spell skills have been very skilled. If we strengthen our cooperation, I think we can really help Maka, can't we?"

"... I hope so!" Hermione hesitated and nodded.

"Don't worry! Our efforts for so long are not in vain," Harry said with encouragement. "And... Hermione, don't worry..."

At the thought of Hermione's abnormality last time, Harry and Ron couldn't help feeling worried for fear that she would not pay attention to it again.

"Thank you, I know."

In a moment when the three of them were involuntarily silent, a man suddenly came into the entrance of the side porch of the auditorium. He paused at the door, looked in the direction of the teaching staff, and then stepped back and walked straight there like a gust of wind.

"Snape?" Ron whispered. "Look at his serious. What's the matter?"