Chapter 388： Ultimate Licking Dog

"Yes, this is just an ordinary mouse, but we can disguise it as a splatter and seduce Black out."

Harry and them all looked puzzled.

"Why is Blake interested in the mouse Scab?"

Lynn shrugged.

"I don't know this, but judging from the situation in which he attacked Ron yesterday, he treats this mouse more eagerly than you treat Harry."

"These are not important for the time being. If you can catch Black and ask him what you want, I can get him to answer. The key is whether you dare to take this risk."

Harry blinked and said quietly, "Didn't you say you can guarantee my safety?"

"I can guarantee your safety for this kind of thing, but there is no risk in what to do? What if if I don't pay attention, Black suddenly shot you with a life-killing spell?"

"Then...what is the probability of this happening?" Harry gritted his teeth and asked.

Lynn held out a finger to him.

"With a 10% chance, there is a 10% chance that Black will kill you in front of me."

Lynn was half scaring Harry and half telling the truth.

Black does have the possibility of accidentally hurting Harry, but the odds are less than 1% at all.

He said this just to see how deep Harry's hatred of Black was right now.

The result did not exceed Lynn's expectations, Harry decisively agreed.

"I'm willing to take this risk. If only this way I can avenge my parents and catch Black by myself, I'm willing to do it!"

Lynn turned to look at Ron.

"Then you Ron, if you want to bring Black out, you need the headlines of the last newspaper."

Not only was Ron not timid, he seemed a little excited after listening to Lynn.

"What kind of newspaper is it?"

"Of course only the Daily Prophet."

"I am very happy to help!" Ron said without hesitation.

Anyway, he was just showing up in the newspaper, and he didn't need him to fight Black.

After everything was finalized, Lynn immediately got up from the chair.

"Well, you'd better prepare today. The interview with the Daily Prophet will begin this afternoon."

He stretched out his wand and tapped the rat on the table that had changed back to its original shape, and in the next second it changed back to its scaly appearance.

"Don't forget to use time to develop feelings with this mouse. I will need to take pictures of you then."

After the explanation, Lynn hummed a small tune and left the auditorium with a smile.

Not long after he came out of the auditorium, Hermione caught up with him from behind.

She looked at Lynn suspiciously: "This thing is not done like you. You are not such a person who would let your friends take risks."

Lynn winked at her.

"Trust me Hermione, don't ask too much, just do as I say, I promise it's not a bad thing for Harry, and there is absolutely no danger between them."

Hermione wrinkled her nose.

"Your look like this is obviously a bad idea."

Lynn spread his hands innocently and said, "It seems that you have a deep misunderstanding of me. I think there should never be a lack of trust between us."

Hermione's ears were a little red, and she hummed twice without asking more, and turned to find Harry and the others.

After dealing with Hermione, Lynn went straight to the owl room and wrote a letter to the reporter Rita Ski of the Daily Prophet with her owl, asking her to bring a cameraman to Hogwar today. Come to Ci, he has a news to give her.

Then he went to the treasure trove with the entrance underneath the lawn outside Hogwarts.

This is the first time Lynn has come to this place.

When fighting the basilisk and Fontana last year, this secret tunnel was actually damaged by the basilisk.

Then he was admitted to the school hospital, where Dumbledore himself repaired it.

After coming out of the school hospital, he was busy with Tom's affairs and was in no mood to visit the treasure place where the basilisk was hiding.

After walking along the secret road under the lawn for about an hour or so, he came to this legendary fairy treasure.

The inside was empty, and the original treasures had been moved away by the fairies even if they were there.

Lynn looked at the surrounding stone walls and could clearly see a few deep claw prints. This was obviously the result of the werewolf's extreme pain during his transformation and he caught it unconsciously.

Ian is a werewolf. Although he is a werewolf very special, even when he transforms on a full moon night, he can't suppress the pain.

Lupin was obviously just an ordinary werewolf.

Even if Snape made a wolf poison potion specifically for him, it couldn't relieve him of this pain, but it could save his sanity when he became a werewolf, and would not rush out to hurt people.

After observing the site, Lynn left the treasure place very satisfied.

The place is very large, it is very suitable for show some bitter love drama.

The actors and venues are all set up, and then naturally only the director of him is needed to arrange the scenes.

At this time, Blake has selected the latest flying broom in the magic world—Firebolt as Harry's Christmas gift.

I have to say that these pure-blood families are indeed rich, and there is no such thing as the magical world that deprives you of all your economic property if you break any law.

So even if Blake is now living outside, he can still spend a lot of money to buy Harry one, which is equivalent to the new top limited edition supercar-level flying broom in the Muggle world this year as a Christmas gift~www.novelhall. com~Black doesn't need him to think about it for the time being, just let him "accidentally" see a daily prophet.

In the afternoon, Lynn specially hosted the famous reporter Ms. Rita Skeeter, the new deputy editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet from afar.

"I heard that you have a big news to break the news to us. Is there any black material about Dumbledore? You can rest assured that we will absolutely perform the job of a journalist perfectly, and will be the principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Unbearable behavior is made public, this school only needs your leadership!"

As soon as they met, Skeeter exposed her dog-licking nature.

Don't blame her for not having a bottom line. Last time, it was because she licked well. It is said that the new investment boss of the newspaper named her by name and praised her as a highly capable journalist.

Based on such a sentence, basically after this chief editor retires, she will definitely be the next chief editor.

The promotion code was so obvious that Skeeter couldn't grasp it anymore, so she could just find a dementor to ask for a kiss and commit suicide.