Chapter 54： You are in my way...

There are only three colors of black, white, and gray left in the whole world.

Rita Skeeter stiffened her body and watched with difficulty as Felix tapped her fingers on the tabletop. She was white and slender, and her nails were healthy pale pink-that was the only color in her vision.

With the tap of the finger, a circle of black-gray ripples bloomed from the fingertips, and the ripples passed through the bodies of the two of them, spreading silently in all directions.

"You—" the woman said grimly, her wand was in her hand, but she couldn't raise even the slightest height.

"You see, I occasionally use this perspective to observe the world and observe magic. It is still very interesting." Felix introduced, his attitude remained unchanged from beginning to end.

But Rita Skeeter doesn't think so.

"You did this... illegal... Azkaban..." She closed her lips with great difficulty and said word by word.

"Rita, Rita, you don't think I will do bad things to you, do you?" Felix said amusedly, "I just asked, do you really know me?"

"Obviously, you don't know me."

"A colleague of yours advised you not to give me an idea? I guess he must be Slytherin."

Rita Skeeter's eyes were fixed on him.

Felix said calmly, “I used the vacation time to visit a few stubborn pure-blood families when I was in the fifth grade. After that, they never talked about me in public.”

"Do you know why?"

Her eyes widened.

"Do you think-whose power I need to rely on to fight the threat of the extreme pure-blood family? No, Rita," he said softly, "I just showed them a possibility."

As Felix's mood fluctuated, the white and gray of the entire world quickly dyed into ink-like pitch black, which was a deep and suppressed darkness.

Rita Skeeter's body trembled slightly.

"Yes, one possibility, if I become the Dark Lord..." He didn't continue.

The darkness faded quickly, returning to a black and white look again, like an old faded photo.

"Think about it carefully, I'm actually very good at talking. As long as you don't come to provoke me, I won't have the time to take care of you. But unfortunately, it happened—"

"You blocked my way..."

Ignoring her, Felix invited the parchment on the table and read casually.

This parchment had filled a foot of content unknowingly, which made him a little bit dumbfounded. If the little wizards at Hogwarts had this ability to make up, they would definitely laugh out of their dreams.

"Tsk tsk!"

"This paragraph is too much."

"Did I say that?"

"Keep a close relationship with Dumbledore, who, me?" He shook his head.

The colors in the room gradually come back. This is also a magical scene. It's like a child finds a faded photo in an old storage room and picks up a crayon to paint on it.

The world has become alive again.

Rita Skeeter found that she had regained her mobility.

She glanced at the magic wand in her hand, then looked at Felix who was still reading the parchment, her eyes kept rolling.

But she quickly gave up this stupid idea.

"Have you thought about it, do you want to do it? This may be an opportunity. Catch me, and you can make up the following story." Felix raised his head and looked at her with light blue eyes.

"You joked, Felix, no, Professor Haipu, Sir—" Rita Skeeter kept changing her name.

"Ah."

He dropped the parchment in his hand lightly, and it quietly turned into ashes.

"About the purpose of my coming..."

"I apologize! I will stop all false statements!" she said quickly, with a pleasing smile on her face.

"Thank you, Rita."

Felix stood up, smiled slightly and bowed politely, then he opened the door and his figure melted into the night.

At this moment, the sky is completely dark, and the north wind is blowing the snowflakes and blowing his robe "hunting", Felix walked two steps against the wind and snow, and in the next second he disappeared in place.

After a while, Rita Skeeter opened the door quietly and glanced left and right. There was nothing outside the room, and she closed the door quickly.

A vicious curse came out of her mouth, and she almost cursed someone with the worst words she knew in her life.

"Felix Haipu!" She called the name viciously.

"I want revenge! Revenge... his secret... yes, yes, this damn... he doesn't know that I am Animagus, maybe, no, too risky."

After scolding for a long time, Rita Skeeter was dry and finally stopped.

She came to the wine cabinet and wanted to take out a bottle of wine to quench her thirst, but as soon as her finger touched the handle, the gorgeous silver product turned into fine sand in her hand.

Rita Skeeter was stunned.

She tentatively stretched out a thick finger and clicked on a purple long-necked jug-it was her favorite jug. But in the next second, the jug quickly decomposed into fine sand, including the liquor stored in it.

Her eyes became horrified, her body stumbled and bumped into the chair behind her, and then she found that the chairs were also scattered on the ground and turned into a pool of fine sand.

Rita Skeeter looked around, her house—every place was constantly sanding, including her exquisite picture frames and crocodile leather handbags.

Not even the floor is spared.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

She ran out of the house in horror. Under her gaze, the whole single-family house was crumbling, and a whirlpool of sand gushed from the bottom, engulfing the house slowly but firmly.

"This is a lesson." A very abrupt voice rang in Rita Skeeter's mind.

Her lips trembled, as if she wanted to say something, but this time, she closed her mouth quickly.

The edge of the forbidden forest.

Felix's figure suddenly appeared, facing the wind and snow, he hurried to the castle step by step. The weather in December is terribly cold, especially when the wind is mixed with blizzard, every step is a severe test.

When he saw the outline of the castle from a distance, a thought was touched, and he shook his head.

Felix pushed open the dark brown door, shook off the snow, and entered the warm castle.

He flicked his magic wand, and the door behind him closed with a "bang", blocking the snow and darkness outside.