Chapter 72 How Tough!

Luna brought a message and left soon. She was going to ride her "little donkey" upside down and distribute Christmas presents from house to house.

William and Hermione drove Luna to the side of the road and watched as she entered the blizzard.

The unicorn gradually disappeared, and Luna's ethereal singing came from a distance, like the sound of heaven.

Tsk tsk...William always felt that Luna had an immortal air. If she pretended to be a magician, she should be more charming than Professor Trelawney.

William took Hermione's hand, crossed the bridge, and returned to the house.

He stopped suddenly.

"What's the matter, William?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"A wizard is in!" William took out his wand.

He looked around, but found nothing.

Strangely, he clearly felt that the guardian spell was set around him and detected the approach of the wizard.

The most important thing is that he set up the Brave Loyalty Charm, and it is impossible for strange wizards to come in without permission!

Mrs. Norris, who had been squatting by the window as a woodcarver, suddenly bent down and grinned at William's back as a warning.

"A beetle!" said Hermione in surprise.

She quickly poked with her wand, and the beetle flew up, ready to run away.

William was stunned for a while, there are still beetles in the winter? As if remembering something, he aimed his wand at the beetle.

"Show yourself!"

His wand glowed blue-white and shot at the beetle.

The beetle hangs in mid-air, its little green body writhing wildly and falling to the floor.

Another dazzling flash, and then like a quick shot of a tree growing:

A head appeared on the ground, limbs stretched out, and after a while, a woman appeared.

The woman has delicate hair and big wavy curls. She wears a pair of glasses studded with jewels. Her fat fingers are clutching a crocodile leather handbag. Her fingernails are about two inches long, and they are painted red, like a bone spirit.

- Rita Skeeter!

William recognized the woman immediately.

He raised his eyebrows and laughed.

interesting,

Interesting……!

According to the results of the Ministry of Magic registration, there are only eight registered Animagus in the twentieth century, including William.

The number was pitiful, William knew that there must be quite a few illegal Animagus.

If Professor McGonagall hadn't known about William's progress, he probably wouldn't have reported it.

But among the eight, the woman Rita Skeeter was definitely not included.

That means one thing, Rita is an illegal Animagus.

No wonder she can always get precious information, it turns out that she is an Animagus, or a beetle... As expected of a student from Ravenclaw.

just excellent...

Nonsence!

William suddenly felt embarrassed, three consecutive Defence Against the Dark Arts professors, all from Ravenclaw... Rita too... This?

The whole world is deliberately targeting my cute eagle sauce?

I'm Ravenclaw...that's the place to nurture outstanding talent, how come it seems like it's nurtured scumbags?

Shouldn't it be time to clean up Slytherin, get a name, etc.?

William sighed.

"Where is this place, and why am I here?"

Rita is worthy of being a journalist. She broke into other people's houses illegally, but showed a confused look, as if she had encountered the turbulence of time and space before appearing here.

Illegal Animagus is a felony. Once discovered, the Azkaban annual travel ticket is indispensable. She will definitely pretend to be crazy and fool the public.

Rita seemed to see William suddenly, and said in surprise:

"Oh, Mr. Stark, finally seeing you? Why am I here?"

"Is this your home?"

Carrying a small bag of crocodile skin, she walked around.

"Excellent, that's right—great," said Rita Skeeter. "Now, let me think about..."

"How about an exclusive interview? I've written you several times, wanting to interview you, but I haven't received a reply.

Now's a good chance, I promise you'll be in the headlines tonight and take your fame to the next level!

Take notes with a shorthand quill, you wouldn't object, would you? That way I can free up my hands and talk to you normally..."

Rita reached into her alligator purse and pulled out a long, dazzling green quill and a roll of parchment.

She stuffed the tip of the green quill into her mouth, curled her tongue, and licked it for a while.

Then, she placed the pen vertically on the parchment. The quill quivered slightly, squirting out a large amount of ink juice, landing on the white paper.

"Come on, is there a separate room, just you and me, one-on-one interview... Let's start a wonderful Christmas?"

In just a few minutes, Rita turned her back on the customer. It seemed that there had never been a beetle, and she was just an ordinary reporter.

And this was an unremarkable interview.

"A separate room is fine, the living room is fine." William sat down on the sofa with a harmless smile.

"I know you—Rita Skeeter. Aunt Rita, since you're here, you're a guest. What do you like to drink?"

"Auntie...!!" Rita took a deep breath in silence, feeling that she was suffocated from internal injuries.

It was the first time someone called her Auntie!

"Firewhiskey, no ice, thanks!"

"Well, okay, then pour a cappuccino for Auntie."

William waved his wand, and the teapot on the table automatically brewed a cup of coffee and floated into Rita's hands.

"..." Rita told herself: be normal, don't get angry.

Her eyes fell on Hermione, clearly attracted by the cat's tail, and she had a look of excitement.

Really big news.

Stimulate!

Definitely not in the wrong place.

The stylus began to write quickly.

William snapped his fingers, and the stylus stopped.

Rita was stunned for a moment, but she didn't expect William to be able to... cast spells without a staff.

Sure enough the rumors are true! Stark is very powerful, unlike ordinary wizards.

"Rita, I heard Uncle Newt mention you," William said softly.

"Oh, that report?" Rita frowned, sure that Scamander didn't say anything nice about her.

This is troublesome. Preconceived ideas will greatly reduce the impression score, which is not conducive to her interview.

"I know, you are good at twisting the facts, and you always want to make big news." William pushed the glasses that didn't exist on his face.

"Oh William, I think you misunderstood me about this, I just reported it as it was.

You can't be deceived by that old rascal from Scamander, who is still obsessed with Piquelli. "

"Being obsessed and having a leg are two different things."

William's smile gradually subsided, and he said blankly: "And I don't want to talk to you about this now."

"You turned into a beetle with Animagus and sneaked into my house, what do you mean?!"

"Child, I didn't break into your house, I was outside, and I ran here out of nowhere."

And you misunderstood, I was drinking compound decoction. "

"Rita, don't forget that I am also an Animagus. I can clearly tell the difference between the two."

William glanced at Hermione out of the corner of his eye, then pulled a bottle of Veritaserum from his pocket.

He shook his head, dragging his voice like Snape, and said:

"Don't admit it? With just one drop, you can tell your secret, do you want to taste it salty, without any additives."

"It's illegal!" Rita immediately went to get her wand.

But William was faster, with a flick of his wand.

The pillow on the sofa turned into a rope, tying Rita's hands, wrapping her whole body, and suspending her from the ceiling.

"You turned into a beetle and sneaked into my house. It's understandable that I accidentally rioted with magic. After all..." William said softly.

"I'm still a child!"

"Professor Dumbledore and Minister Fudge will understand me, and you're different, a liar full of lies, or an outlaw Animagos... right?"

Rita took a breath and found herself hit by a hard ball.

hard,

So tough!

Much tougher than Scamander!

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(Thanks to "Hellcat", "Muli Tower", "Artayer" for their rewards.)