Chapter 53： Rita Skeeter

Meanwhile, Felix is ​​neatly dressed and standing in the office fireplace. He sprinkled a handful of Floo powder, said "Diagon Alley" clearly and loudly, and he disappeared into Hogwarts.

Diagon Alley.

Felix came out of the public fireplace, shaking the dust off his body, and digging out a note from his pocket—that was an address.

The next moment, Felix directly apparated and left.

In the suburbs of London, in front of a single-family house, a tall figure suddenly appeared.

Felix looked at the house number, walked up the steps in the wind and snow, and knocked on the door with his magic wand.

A moment later, a delicate woman opened the door, her gaze through a pair of jeweled glasses, looking closely at the stranger in front of her.

Felix introduced himself gently and said: "Felix Hap, currently the professor of ancient magic at Hogwarts-you mentioned me in the newspaper, Ms. Skeeter."

"You're Felix Hayp?" Rita Skeeter's eyes lit up, and in the blink of an eye, her fingers with bright red nails grabbed Felix's arm and dragged him into the room, "please please Come in!"

The tables and chairs in the living room are neatly arranged, and the air is filled with the smell of magical fragrance. On the two walls, one side is a huge floor-to-ceiling wine cabinet, and the other side is a square shelf, which contains various books, trophies, and newspapers. On the shelf behind the door, there is a crocodile leather handbag.

"That's my honor... Felix, I am very interested in you. I wanted to interview you a long time ago." Rita Skeeter sat across from him, her hair being made delicate, stiff, and weird. Her big curls, paired with her face with a big jaw, look particularly awkward.

"Ms. Skeeter..."

Felix was quickly interrupted. The woman was terribly powerful. She waved her magic wand and flew out a shorthand quill and a roll of parchment from the crocodile leather handbag.

"Felix, I use a shorthand quill pen to record. You won't object? So that I can free up my hands and talk to you normally..."

Before he could reply, the parchment had been unfolded automatically, and the shorthand quill fell vertically on it, and the tip of the pen quivered slightly.

"Well, from there... from where you came today. I guess..." She laughed suddenly, revealing three golden teeth, "Who is entrusted by you, right?"

The long, green shorthand quill danced quickly, pouring a stream of smooth words:

This late-night visitor was full of thoughts. When faced with the author's question, he showed strong dissatisfaction, but it was not against the author, but the shadow hidden behind the whole incident...

Felix smiled slightly, he looked at the wall clock on the wall, it was just seven o'clock.

He did not reply, but looked at the furnishings of the living room with interest. The floor-to-ceiling wine cabinet occupies one-third of the wall. The wine cabinet is filled with large and small, exquisitely shaped jugs, and some scattered decorations. .

Rita Skeeter raised a heavily drawn eyebrow.

"Are you scrupulous, Felix? It doesn't matter, our readers like people with rebellious characters. They will protect you."

"Rebellious character?" Felix repeated.

"Yes, it's like people who don't fear power and rebel against authority... If you are threatened, don't worry, say it, we will give you fair treatment."

The sketch quill was still recording, but Felix was not interested in watching it. He stood up and went to the honor shelf opposite the wine cabinet.

The shelf is full of personal honors belonging to Rita Skeeter, including her articles, newspapers, best-sellers, and certificates of sales figures that she has published over the years. There are so many things like this...

For example, he saw "Amando Dupete: Sea Water or Idiot?" "This book. He sighed: "If half of the content in this book is true, it would be a good toilet reading..."

Rita Skeeter's eyebrows tucked up, her large fingers gripped the wand tightly, and the two-inch bright red nails pierced into the skin.

She quickly stood up, came to Felix, and looked at him intently, "Felix, I know you, a colleague of mine advised me not to take your idea... ridiculous remarks, he has only graduated a few years , A news system that only entered with family background." She said pointedly.

"Let me say that our readers have the right to know the truth, such as—"

"The truth?" Felix interrupted her.

"Yes, the truth!" She deliberately emphasized, "Let's talk about you, your experience, childhood and other topics, I think this can help you have a clear positioning of yourself."

"I think there is no need for this. I know exactly what kind of person I am."

However, Rita Skeeter did not give up, and the parchment and sketch pen on the table flew in front of her, "Felix, you were born in a Muggle orphanage but entered Slytherin when you were enrolled. You must have been bullied a lot. Right? Are you interested in talking about it? I think many readers will be very interested in this."

"Rita, Rita, do you really know me?"

"Of course!" Her gaze was firmly fixed on him, as if looking at a precious treasure, "Felix, you are famous in the wizarding world, and you have many labels on you: from a Muggle orphanage. Slytherin received a lot of death threats during the school. Under the protection of Dumbledore, he defeated the Shafik family, one of the 28 pure bloods, and a group of dark wizards. After graduation, he became an expert in the Muggle field and is now back. Hogwarts teaches..."

As Rita Skeeter said, UU read while letting a quill record quickly, watching Felix’s noncommittal attitude, she said seductively: "Your experience is legendary, if you Agree, I am willing to write a biography for you, that means countless Jin Jialong and great fame!"

"However, the label of Muggle Expert is too weak. Our readers like wizards with strong characters. It is better to have a relationship with celebrities...Let me think about it, what should I do?"

Felix was amused, he pointed to the book in front of him, "Like this kind of biography?"

"Art needs a certain amount of imagination." She said slyly.

Felix became a little impatient, he decided to solve the problem as soon as possible, so he returned to his seat.

This behavior made Rita Skeeter mistakenly believe that he was acquiescence, so she sat down on the sofa, eagerly and arrogantly instructed: "Let's start with your relationship with Dumbledore."

"Ms. Skeeter, I need you to stop the false reports. I noticed that you mentioned me in the "Daily Prophet" and are preparing to make up-"

"I'm not making up, but at best from a different perspective..."

Felix nodded, "Let me tell you what a different perspective is." His fingers tapped on the table.

"Da da," the fingertips collided with the table top, making a crisp sound.

"What are you talking about—" Rita Skeeter choked suddenly, and she found the world in her eyes suddenly changed.

The color is disappearing quickly, the exquisite purple long-necked pot, the crimson robe on the body, the golden trophy in the cabinet, the dark brown crocodile leather handbag, the pale yellow parchment paper, the green sketching quill...

All the colors are constantly fading.