Chapter 433： Red nails

Rita Skeeter lowered her head deeply, not daring to speak loudly. She felt it was difficult to breathe, but this time she was pretty sure that she was not affected by magic, but something was more thrilling than magic.

She knew she had to make a decision as soon as possible. She knew very well that the person in front of her didn't care about her life or death. The only purpose he came to the door last time was to let her learn to shut up, and when she did that, she was no longer bothered by this aspect. But in the same way, if she wants to ask for help, she must pay some price.

And she is confident, the name Rita Skeeter itself represents value.

"Dear Mr. Haipu," she said sincerely, "I hope to get some advice when I make a fatal mistake." At the same time, she couldn't help complaining about another person living high in the castle. Dumbledore.

In her new book, although her name is avoided, she, who is always brave and good at camping, uses a lot of hints, and she is not able to explain clearly but is recognized as "the entanglement between the dark demon and his loyal Death Eaters." As a gimmick, she added a lot of details.

Regarding Regulus's part of the information, she dug up not much inside information. Her reputation among wizards is not good, and it is useless to become a beetle. Ordinary people will not talk about a dead person anytime and anywhere. She only found some public information and stitched together the characteristics of more than a dozen famous ancestors of the Black family.

Because of this, the descendant of the pure-blooded family with "pure and noble blood" in the book is sometimes personable, tolerant, cautious, and sharp, a bit like the person in front of her...

It’s different for people who can’t even mention their names. This is a drama she has carefully crafted. In order to hit the honor of “Best Seller of the 20th Century”, the propaganda word for this book abroad is “The Second Dark Lord’s "Secret past", she personally hinted that foreign publishers have connected the mysterious man with the big man now imprisoned on the tower. She is very familiar with these little tricks.

The long experience of voyeurism made her spot one thing. Although people are evasive, there is a noisy little devil in everyone’s heart. They hope to see the unattainable big man step down the altar. Or be kicked off the altar.

And Rita Skeeter, acting as a stumbling block.

With this idea, she filled the book with a lot of real details, and for this reason she had to follow the past of a mysterious person like a hard beetle, especially his childhood experience. This is a dangerous behavior. She carefully selected the breakthrough point. After knowing a few great surnames, she decisively focused on the childhood of the mysterious man and his life in the orphanage.

Coincidentally, she met Dumbledore who was also interested in the childhood of the mysterious man. They met at the residence of the dean of an orphanage, and Dumbledore said nothing about the fatal danger she might encounter. Just to persuade her tactfully, "It's better not to do this..."

This old bee that only buzzes! Rita Skeeter slandered with the homophony of Dumbledore's name.

How old is he this year?

Rita Skeeter thought with secret vicious thoughts, but thought that with his profound magic power, she might end up living longer than her, she lost all of her thoughts. It might be good to criticize his school management in the newspaper, or describe him as a crazy old madman, but she would not dare to dig out the real secrets while he was still alive.

A scrutinizing gaze swept over her, causing her to take a cold breath, and her body couldn't help but feel aroused. The blazing fireplace didn't bring her much temperature, and her complicated thoughts were suddenly extinguished.

"Are you asking me for advice?"

"Frankly speaking, I can't see your regret... Maybe you are enjoying it?" Felix said softly, "That's okay. You make your choice and bear all the consequences of your choice. "

"No, that's not the case." Rita Skeeter said hurriedly, "I know you have a great influence on some people, such as the last Black... just say hello."

"Hello?" Felix interrupted her: "If I understand correctly, you want me to sacrifice the interests of my friends to help someone who, IMHO, doesn't matter much?"

Skeeter's breathing suddenly choked.

"Haw (that's it)!" Warren exclaimed angrily in his arms.

Rita Skeeter’s posture was even lower. She told all her experiences over the past few days and acted. She seemed to be in a state, her stiff face filled with eyes that had always lacked empathy. Tears.

"I regret what happened to you." Felix made a simple response after listening, "but don't say you are innocent, everything is a decision you made in a sober state."

"I know..." Rita Skeeter said slyly, "I brought some'sincerity'." She raised her hands and showed him the bright red long nails, and then the nails flashed for a while. The sound of "click, click," separated from her hand.

Ten nails that looked like small daggers floated in front of Felix. Sniff wanted to reach out to catch them. He stopped him. He watched through the air for a while, then turned his head calmly.

"I have three suggestions. You can choose to listen, or not, or just listen to one or two. You are a smart person, Rita, and you need to judge for yourself."

"First, downplay the impact of that book. As for the extent to which you achieve it, it depends on your determination. But I need to remind you that Dumbledore will not be interested in a dead man’s childhood..."

"Secondly, I will contact Sirius and say that you have promised to write a biography for Regulus. He doesn't care about his reputation, but he can't tolerate others tarnishing his brother. So, Rita, use your best writing skills. take it out."

"finally……"

Felix's slender fingers swayed slightly, and a ring of ouroboros suddenly appeared, turning into a small snake like a black jade, and rushed to her with a "swish" before she swam to her. On bare fingers.

Rita Skeeter stared at the ring blankly, staring at the small green eyes of the swimming snake.

"If you have troubles that threaten your life, just rub this ring. Believe me, you have time to send a distress message. If those people act because of your'offensive', they won't let you die easily. "

Rita Skeeter let out a sigh, her expression became more solemn, she lowered her head and took two steps back, and said respectfully: "I can do all three things, Mr. Haipu." Then she turned into a new one. The plump beetle flew out of the castle.

Felix lowered his head in thought, took out a piece of parchment, and wrote a text message:

"Sirius, knowing that you are worrying about that annoying book, I was just trying to tell you about it.

Rita Skeeter asked me just now. This book will not be reprinted, but the thousands of copies that have been released may not be recovered. I arranged for Remus to purchase those stocks on the market two days ago and tried hard to The impact is minimized.

In addition, she also promised to write a biography for Regulus. Every word in the biography must be approved by you. You can use the strictest standards to demand her. I believe that you and Kreacher can provide enough details to make the characters in the book fleshy, but I suggest you to fade the name of the Horcrux or postpone the publication of this part...

So, you better stop wandering in front of Rita Skeeter's house, she has become a bird of surprise, and I don't want to read in the newspaper during breakfast that you were sent to Azkaban.

In addition, if you want to enter Hogwarts next year as a professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts, you'd better prepare in advance. I have a friend in the Muggle World and he can arrange for you to be a teaching assistant for a period of time.

If you are interested, please contact Mr. Zacharias Clifford at the address..."

After writing the letter, the flame in the fireplace suddenly turned bright green. Felix threw the parchment into the flame, and it spun away.

In retrospect, Warren was staring at the bright red nails in mid-air, "Oh, that can't be given to you." Felix said, putting away the countless secret nails.

His positioning of this thing is that maybe it will never be used, maybe it will be used tomorrow.

Then he turned his wand, and a ray of silver light flew from the tip of the wand. These lights were like silver silk, wrapped around Warren's body and gradually turned into entities. Warren kept twisting his body, watching in amazement. All this, as if there are countless invisible flower fairies knitting clothes behind it, finally forming a silver cloak.

"Haw?"

"One of the results of recent research is to reshape the patron saint and condense it into a new entity." Felix smiled and said, "You can try."

Warren blinked Looking at the glowing cloak behind him, he put the hood on his head, revealing only half of his pink beak.

"Haw! Haw?"

It found itself floating, and Warren looked at Felix in surprise. Felix neither drew his wand nor extended his finger, but looked at it with a smile.

Warren twisted his body, and the silver cloak behind him flew to the side of the office.

"Wow!"

In a short while, Warren mastered the cloak behind him. As long as he turned slightly, the cloak could quickly change position.

Sniffing was full of fun, flying around the room, shouting in surprise.

Felix kept thinking that this magic is probably only available to him, but he has actually mastered a kind of flying magic, but it has some side effects, and generally doesn't use it much.

As for the principles and samples of the ‘flying wings’, he has given them all to Lupin.