Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

“By the way, why do so many fairies follow him?” Harry asked.

“According to Bagman, they're looking for Crouch and want his help. Crouch's ill. He hasn't been at work!” Ron explained that his thoughts had turned back from the golden egg and he didn't think to wave, "Let me see, maybe Percy poisoned him, and he thought that if Crouch broke his breath, he would be the Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation. ”

Hermione glared at Ron, meaning don't joke about things like that.

“The fairies are looking for Mr. Crouch. Strange, they usually deal with the Department of Wonder Animal Management and Control. ”

“Percy said that Crouch speaks many languages!” Harry said, "They probably need a translator. ”

“Don't worry about those nasty fairies!” Ron, look at Hermione, "what, you want another S.P.U.G. or something? The Ugly Fairy Conservation Society? ”

“Fairies don't need protection!” Hermione sarcastically drank another bottle of butter beer, "they were very smart and good at dealing with wizards, and they didn't defend their rights like elves at home! ”

“That's great!” Ron said, strangely looking at Ivan not involved in their conversation.

He is constantly writing complex magic formulas on parchment paper to analyze the least amount of magic that phantom shaping consumes.

Ron moved on and wanted to see exactly what Ivan was writing.

That's when Rita Skeeter pushed open the door and walked in.

She wore a banana yellow robe today, her long fingernails painted bright pink, and followed her by the photographer with the stomach poop.

She used to buy drinks and walked with the photographer through a table next to the crowd.

Harry, Ron and Hermione all stared at her, and Ivan raised his head.

Rita Skeeter seemed satisfied with what she was saying quickly.

“He doesn't seem very comfortable talking to us, does he, Fuzzo? Why did you say that? What's he doing, following a bunch of fairies? He said he was showing them the scenery. It was bullshit. He was a good liar. Is something wrong? Shall we dig again? Rudo Bagman, former Director of Magic and Sports, is a disgrace. That's a strong start, Bozo. We just need to find a suitable story for it..."

“Enough, you want to ruin another person's life?!” Harry said outrageously that he couldn't bear to stand up.

The noisy noise in the bar stagnated and several people turned their faces to find out what was going on with Harry!

Rita Skeeter saw exactly who she was talking to and opened her eyes behind her jeweled glasses.

“Harry, Harry Potter!” She said, smiling all the time, "Great! Why don't you come along..."

“I won't come near you even on a ten-foot broomstick!” Harry said angrily, "Why did you do that to Hagrid? He didn't offend you, did he? Why did you do that?! ”

Rita Skeeter raised her eyebrows so thick that her face flashed with pride.

“Our readers have the right to know the truth, Harry, and I'm just fulfilling my...”

“You're making rumors. Who cares if he's a hybrid giant?” Harry shouted, "There's nothing wrong with him! ”

The thought of Hagrid's sadness made him unusually sad, shouting in his loudest voice.

This time, the whole tavern suddenly became silent.

Madam Rosmerta looked this way from behind the bar and was pouring honey into a large wine bottle.

Big bottles were overflowing, and she didn't even notice.

Rita Skeeter's smile flickered slightly for a moment, but she quickly fixed it again.

She opened the crocodile leather handbag and pulled out her notebook and notebook.

“Would you like to tell me what you know about Hagrid, Harry? Humanity behind tendon flesh? Your inexplicable friendship, and the reason behind it. Oh, by the way, do you think of him as your father? ”

“Enough!” Hermione stood up, holding onto the butter beer as if it were a grenade.

Her body was shaking slightly because of anger, as if she had never seen such a brazen person.

“You disgusting woman!” She bites her teeth and says, "You don't care about anything, you just want to attract the eye, you just get the story, whoever it is, don't you? Even Ludo Bagman..."

“Sit down, silly little girl, and don't say anything you don't understand.” Rita Skeeter coldly said that her eyes became indifferent and fierce when they fell on Hermione, and she didn't look as friendly to Harry at all, "I know some things about Rudo Bagman that will make your sweat stand up, not to mention...”

She gauged Hermione's fluttering hair, and the pen swayed back and forth on a parchment on the table.

“All right, Hermione, don't be like this. You can't do it!” Ivan softly said, putting parchment on the table.

Rita Skeeter looked at Ivan with her eyes closed, as if she'd just seen him, and her eyes fell on that thick parchment.

She could clearly see that it was a terrible pattern.

Under some kind of spell, the soul of a person on parchment paper is being pulled away, with a painful expression on his face. Below this image is a complex magic symbol and formula, followed by a scene in which a person is burned by fire.

Undoubtedly, these things are dark magic, very evil, terrible dark magic!

Even Muggles who have not learned magic can guess what these patterns are.

Ivan was telling Hermione to sit down, and then suddenly something seemed to have occurred to him, hurrying to reverse the parchment on hand.

That way, he seemed scared of being seen, and he swept Rita Skeeter away anxiously.

Seeing Ivan's movements, Rita Skeeter seemed to have something in mind and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

“Let's go, Bozo!” Rita Skeeter suddenly smiled at Ivan and Harry, "Harry, if you want to talk to me about what you think of Hagrid, I'm always welcome! And you, too, Ivan! ”

They just left the tavern and the drinks they had just bought on the table didn't move.

If Ivan had guessed correctly, she would probably be back in a different form, figuring out what was on the parchment she had just revealed.

This is very exciting news, she can't miss it!

That's right, those are all the black magic he's studied, the trap Ivant set for Rita Skeeter.