To be honest, being unemployed did not suit Rita.
The curls, once carefully permed, were now straight and hung in tangles.
The red nail polish on her two-inch long nails had peeled off, and two fake jewels had fallen off her glasses.
The alligator leather purse had lost its luster, and just like her, it gave off the feeling of being down and out.
"Nice to meet you, the Star of Hope and Miss Perfect of the World of Magic," Rita said sarcastically. She staggered over and sat next to Elwyn and Hermione, "Why are you two looking for me now?"
Ever since she was caught by Elwyn last semester, she had been kept in a glass jar in her beetle form for more than half a year.
Hermione only let her out when the school started its summer break.
As a promise, without Elwyn and Hermione's consent, she was not allowed to write any more articles.
To Rita, this was the death of her. She had nothing to do at home every day.
Needless to say, she hated Elwyn and Hermione to the core.
"Of course it's a deal!" Hermione said angrily, directing all her anger towards Elwyn onto Rita, "But, if you use that tone to mock us again, then the deal is off."
Elwyn nodded, unconditionally supporting Hermione.
"What deal?" Rita asked, taking a shaky breath, "You haven't mentioned a deal yet, Miss Serious. You two just called me over like you're summoning your servants. One day …"
"One day, you'll write articles attacking me, Elwyn, and Harry, won't you?!" Hermione said indifferently, "There's no point in doing this. I really don't understand, why don't you find someone you care about?"
"Without my help, they've already written many articles attacking you. I think they did a good job, better than I expected," Rita said, asking Tom to bring her a glass of Fire Whiskey, "How do you feel? Betrayed? Upset? "
"Lupin mentioned this to me some time ago. They seem to have gotten some help from you," Elwyn said.
It would be strange if Rita didn't do anything in this situation.
"You can't blame me. My manuscript was stolen, and it happened to be about you and Dumbledore." Rita flashed a nervous smile. She knew very well that the boy in front of her was not as harmless as he looked. "This is a huge loss to me as well, but no matter what, I kept my promise and never wrote another report. You can't …"
"Well, Ms. Skeeter, I think we should be more open and honest." Elwyn took a deep breath and said, "Hermione was right. If you still have this attitude, I'm afraid there's nothing left for us to talk about."
"What do you want?" Rita pushed her glasses down and stared sharply at Elwyn. "You're not just asking me out for a drink, are you? I don't remember our relationship being this good … "
"Obviously, we're here to talk about cooperation with you," Elwyn said. "You should know that Lord Voldemort is back!"
Hearing this name, Rita visibly shuddered. Her hand that was holding the Fire Whiskey stopped in mid-air.
A hint of panic flashed across her face, and her smile became stiff.
For other people in the magic world, it was unthinkable for Elwyn, Hermione, and Harry to call Lord Voldemort's name as if nothing had happened. They had a natural fear of Lord Voldemort. Until now, Ron still could not do it.
Harry kept trying to correct Ron, but he hurriedly changed the topic every time.
"Are you talking about the nonsense that Dumbledore has been spreading recently? The mysterious man is back, and you and Harry Potter are the only witnesses?!" Rita asked, and could not help but shudder. "That's crazy."
"This isn't crazy at all. It's something that really happened. Moreover, the two of us are not the only witnesses. There were more than twenty Death Eaters at the scene. " Elwyn said. "If you need, we can provide their names at any time and reveal their faces to the public."
"That sounds great!" Rita said softly. Her right hand quickly searched in her leather bag, and took out a piece of parchment and a green quill. "An eye-catching headline: Mason and Potter point out the Death Eaters among us. Hmm, I think it's better to use Harry Potter as a publicity. Under his big picture: The survivor of the mysterious man's attack, the fifteen-year-old Harry Potter, and his classmate Elwyn Mason accused a famous person in the magic world of being a Death Eater, causing an uproar … "
The quill was already in her hand, and she was about to put it in her mouth when the intoxicated expression disappeared from her face.
"Of course!" She put down the quill and glared at Hermione. "Miss Perfect doesn't want to publish this article, does she?"
"Actually!" Hermione said sweetly. "Miss Perfect wants to publish this article. Otherwise, why would we look for you?"
Rita was stunned. She stared at Hermione, then turned to look at Elwyn, trying to figure out if they were serious.
"Elwyn and Harry told the Ministry of Magic the truth, but the minister was too stupid to believe them." Hermione continued. "He thought that Dumbledore was trying to seize power, and even started to slander Dumbledore …"
"Everyone knows about Foggy's stupidity." Rita asked Hermione softly, agitated. "You said that you wanted me to report what you said about the person whose name cannot be mentioned?"
She did not care whether the Lord Voldemort had really resurrected or not. What she needed was an eye-catching headline. What could be more explosive than the return of the Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters hidden among the people?!
Rita was not a fool either. She could feel that Elwyn and Hermione were speaking the truth.
If that was the case, her article would go down in history and play a crucial role.
The International Sorcerer Union would definitely award her a prize, or even a Knight Merlin medal.
As for the suppression from the Ministry of Magic, that was never in Rita's consideration.
"Yes!" Hermione said. "Elwyn and I hope that you can report the truth, all the facts. Just like what Elwyn and Harry said, they will provide you with all the details, name all the Death Eaters they saw there, and tell you what the Lord Voldemort looks like now … Sigh, can't you be more mature? "
She said disdainfully and threw a napkin at him.
Hearing the name of the Lord Voldemort again, Rita's reaction was still too much.
This time, she shuddered and spilled half a glass of Fire Whiskey on herself, drenching her clothes!
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