Chapter 931

"Don't say anything extra, Rita..." Van Lin said coldly that although Rita's ability was there, her and Hermione's non-treatment was written on her face.

"Good good..." Rita was impatient, "although you have the ability, but in this respect, obviously I am better at it, or you will not put me back to the prophet's daily."

"Prophet daily? You're not fired? " Asked Harry, incredulous.

"There is nothing to compromise between interests and values." Rita said, it looked a little upset, "Okay, we don't say this, before that..."

Rita said, looking at Harry from her glasses, adding, "how do you feel, Harry? Betrayed? Crazy? "Misunderstood?"

"He's certainly angry," Hermione said, with a stiff, clear voice. "Because he told the minister the truth, and the minister was like an idiot who was not willing to believe him at all."

Rita didn't speak, lowered her glasses and stared at Harry, as if she wanted to see him through, her fingers moving away from the leather bag button.

"The nonsense you and Dumbledore told everyone about the return of mysterious people, and that you are the only witness?"

"I'm not the only witness," Harry cried. "There are dozens of Death Eaters. Do you want their names?"

Rita took a breath, groped in her bag, and stared at him as if Harry was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

"A big headline: 'Porter's complaint." A headline, "Harry Potter points out the Death Eaters among us.". Then, next, take a picture of you, "Harry Potter, 15, the boy who survived the mystery man, charged with outrage yesterday against some famous wizards as death eaters." The cheerful expression on her face disappeared, with a pen in her hand and half open mouth.

"But of course," she said, staring at Hermione with her pen down, "the magistrate didn't want the story to be published, right?"

"In fact," Hermione smiled sweetly, "and that's what the magistrate wants to do." Rita stared at her and then looked at Van Lin. but her decision to let Hermione take charge of it surprised Rita, and Harry and Luna stared at Hermione.

Hermione, however, gently hum the tune "Weasley is our king" and stir her drink with a cocktail onion on a stick.

Rita asked in a quiet voice, "are you sure?"

"Yes," Hermione said. "About the truth, in all its aspects. Just like Harry is writing. He will give you all the details, the names of the undecided Death Eaters he sees, and he will tell you that Voldemort looks like - Oh, hold on, "she said scornfully, throwing a napkin at the table, and Rita jumped up and knocked the whiskey glass over her when she mentioned Voldemort's name. Rita's untidy raincoat was dirty in front of her, but she still stared at Hermione.

Then Rita said frankly, "the prophet's daily won't be published. You may not notice that no one believes his absurd story. Everyone thinks it's his illusion. Now, if you let me write - "br >

we don't need to write a story about Harry's missing toys!" Hermione said angrily.

"We have a lot of it, thank you! I want him to have a chance to tell the truth! " "Rita said coldly.

"You're saying that it won't be published because of Fugui's ban on the daily," Hermione said impatiently.

Rita looked at her for a long, fixed moment, and then, leaning against the table, said in a public tone, "yes, faggy is in the newspaper, but it's nothing different. They won't publish a story to beautify Harry. No one would like to read it. It is contrary to the will of the public. The last time Azkaban escaped from prison was disturbing. People don't want to believe that the mysterious man is back - "that is, newspapers exist only for the purpose of publishing the news people want to see, right?" Hermione said harshly. Rita sat up straight, raised her eyebrows, and drank out of whisky in a breath. "Newspapers exist for sale, you silly girl," she said coldly.

"My dad said it was a bad newspaper," Luna said, adding unexpectedly. While stirring the drink, she looked at Rita with her big, raised, fanatical eyes. "He publishes important stories that he believes the public needs to know. He doesn't care about money. "

Rita looked at Luna contemptuously. "I guess your father ran a stupid rural tabloid, right?" "Maybe write about twenty-five ways to confuse with Muggles, and the date of the next sale," she said

"No," Luna said, soaking the mixing stick in the drink, "he's editor of wizard weekly." Rita gave her nose a loud blow, and the people around her looked around in surprise.

"He thinks the public needs to know important stories, eh?" "I can fertilize my garden with its content," Luna said in gambaldi

"So now you have the opportunity to improve its taste, don't you?" Hermione said happily, "Luna said her father was happy to see Harry's interview and publish it."Rita stares at both of them for a moment and then laughs loudly. "Wizard weekly!" She said, laughing constantly, "do you think people will take this stuff seriously?"

"Some people don't," said Hermione in the same loud voice. "But there are so many loopholes in the prophet's daily news about Azkaban's prison break, and I think there are quite a few people who would like to see a better explanation if they could choose, even if it was published in -" she glanced at Luna, "in an unusual miscellaneous - we and they would read it."

For a moment Rita didn't speak, but her eyes gave Hermione a quick look, and her head turned away again.

"Well, even if I do it," she said suddenly, "what good can I do?"

"I don't think Dad will pay for contributors," Luna said dreamily. "They contributed because it was an honor to see their names published." Rita. Skeeter seemed to have swallowed another breath of water, and she turned her head to Hermione.

"Want me to do it for free?"

"Yes," said Hermione calmly, taking a sip of her drink. "Otherwise, as you know, I'll probably inform the magic Council that you're an unregistered Animagus. Of course, the prophet may pay you more because you will be able to provide inside information about Azkaban.

Rita seems to want to tear off the small paper umbrella from the Hermione drink cup and stick it into Hermione's nose. Rita said, her voice trembling slightly. She opened her alligator bag again, drew out a piece of parchment and held up her quill.

"Dad will be happy," Luna said cheerfully. A muscle in Rita's jaw is shaking.

"All right, Harry?" Hermione turned to Harry. "Are you ready to tell the truth?"

"I think so," said Harry, watching Rita put the quill on the parchment.

"Please, Rita," said Hermione calmly, sucking a cherry from under the glass.

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