"By the way, why are there so many fairies following him?" Harry asked.
"According to Bagman, they're looking for Crouch and want his help. Crouch hasn't recovered from his illness, so he hasn't been working! " Ron explained. He turned his thoughts away from the golden egg and waved his hand disapprovingly. "In my opinion, Percy may have poisoned him. He probably thinks that if Crouch dies, he'll become the director of the International Magic Cooperation Department."
Hermione glared at Ron, meaning not to joke about such a thing.
"The fairies are actually looking for Mr. Crouch. That's strange. They usually deal with the Department of Magical Animal Control."
"Percy said that Crouch can speak many languages!" Harry said. "They probably need an interpreter."
"Don't worry about those annoying fairies!" Ron looked at Hermione. "What, you want to set up another S.P.U.G. or something? The Ugly Fairies Protection Association? "
"Fairies don't need protection!" Hermione said sarcastically and took another sip of butterbeer. "They're very smart and good at dealing with wizards. They're not like domestic elves who don't know how to protect their rights!"
"That's great!" Ron said, looking strangely at Elwyn, who didn't participate in their conversation.
He was writing complicated magic formulas on a piece of parchment, analyzing how to minimize the magic consumption of the phantom.
Ron leaned forward, trying to see what Elwyn was writing.
Just then, Rita Skeeter pushed the door open and walked in.
She was wearing a banana-yellow robe today, with long fingernails painted a dazzling pink. Beside her was her pot-bellied photographer.
She went to buy a drink and walked through the crowd with the photographer to a nearby table.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione all stared at her. Elwyn also raised his head.
Rita Skeeter was talking rapidly and seemed pleased with something.
"He doesn't seem to want to talk to us, does he, Fu Zuo? Tell me, why is this happening? What was he doing, with a horde of fairies following him? He even said that he was taking them to sightsee. That was complete nonsense. He was an experienced liar. Did something happen? Should we dig a little more? The former director of the Division of Magic and Sports, Ludo Bagman, was disgraced. That's a good start, Bozo. We just need to find a suitable story for it … "
"Enough! You want to ruin someone's life again?!" Harry shouted angrily and couldn't help but stand up.
The noise in the bar suddenly stopped. A few people turned around, wanting to know what was going on with Harry!
When Rita Skeeter saw who was speaking, her eyes widened behind her jeweled glasses.
"Harry, Harry Potter!" she said, suddenly smiling. "That's great! Why don't you guys come over … "
"I wouldn't come near you even if I had to ride a ten-foot flying broom!" Harry said angrily. "Why did you treat Hagrid like that? He didn't offend you, did he? Why did you do that?!"
Rita Skeeter raised her thickly painted eyebrows, a hint of pride flashing across her face.
"Our readers have the right to know the truth, Harry. I was just doing my …"
"You're spreading rumors. Who cares if he's a hybrid giant?" Harry shouted. "There's nothing wrong with him!"
Thinking of Hagrid's sad face, his heart ached and he shouted at the top of his lungs.
This time, the whole bar suddenly fell silent.
Madame Rosmerta looked over from behind the bar. She was pouring mead into a big jug.
The jug was overflowing, but she didn't notice.
Rita Skeeter's smile flickered slightly, but she quickly fixed it again.
She opened her alligator handbag and took out her shorthand pen and notebook.
"Would you like to talk to me about what you know about Hagrid, Harry? The human nature behind all that muscle? Your inexplicable friendship, and the reasons behind it. Ah, yes, do you see him as your father? "
"Enough!" Hermione stood up abruptly. She gripped the mug of butterbeer tightly as if it was a grenade.
Because of anger, her body was slightly trembling. She seemed to have never seen such a brazen person.
"You annoying woman!" She said through gritted teeth. "You don't care about anything. You just want to attract attention. As long as you can get a story, you won't let go of anyone, right? Even Ludo Bugman … "
"Sit down, silly girl. Don't talk about things you don't understand," Rita Skeeter said coldly. Her gaze became cold and fierce when it fell on Hermione. It wasn't as friendly as it was when she looked at Harry. "I know some things about Ludo Bugman that will make your hair stand on end. Let's not talk about it …"
She looked at Hermione's messy hair disdainfully. Her pen moved back and forth on a piece of parchment on the table.
"Alright, Hermione, don't lower yourself to her level. It's not worth it!" Elwyn said softly as he put the parchment on the table.
Rita Skeeter squinted at Elwyn as if she had just seen him. Her gaze then fell on the thick parchment.
She could clearly see that it was a terrifying image.
Under the effect of some kind of spell, the soul of a person on the parchment was being extracted. There was a pained expression on his face. Below this image were complicated magic symbols and formulas. Then, there was a scene of a person being burned by fire.
There was no doubt that this was black magic. A very evil and terrifying black magic!
Even Muggles who had never learned magic could guess what these things were just by looking at these patterns.
Elwyn was trying to persuade Hermione to sit down. Then, as if he suddenly thought of something, he hurriedly turned the parchment in his hand upside down.
He looked as if he was afraid of being seen. He glanced at Rita Skeeter uneasily.
Seeing Elwyn's actions, Rita Skeeter seemed to have thought of something. A satisfied smile appeared on her face again.
"Let's go, Bozo!" Rita Skeeter suddenly said. She smiled at Elwyn and Harry. "Harry, if you want to talk to me about Hagrid, I welcome you anytime! And you too, Elwyn! "
They left the tavern just like that. The drinks they had just bought on the table were not touched.
If Elwyn's guess was right, she would probably return in a different form soon to figure out what was on the parchment that she had just revealed.
This was sensational news. She could not miss it!
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