A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 53: Rita Skeeter

Meanwhile, Felix is ​​fully dressed and standing in the office fireplace. He sprinkled a handful of Floo powder, said "Diagon Alley" clearly and loudly, and disappeared into Hogwarts.

Diagon Alley.

Felix came out from the common fireplace, shook the dust off his body, and found a note from his pocket—it was an address.

The next moment, Felix apparated away directly.

In the suburbs of London, in front of a single-family house, a tall figure suddenly appeared.

Felix looked at the house number, walked up the steps in the snowstorm, and knocked on the door with his wand.

A moment later, an exquisite woman opened the door, her gaze was scrutinizing the stranger in front of her through a pair of jeweled glasses.

Felix introduced himself gently and said: "Felix Hemp, currently serving as the ancient rune professor at Hogwarts - you mentioned me in the newspaper, Ms. Skeeter."

"You are Felix Hemp?" Rita Skeeter's eyes lit up, and in the blink of an eye, her fingers painted with bright red nails grabbed Felix's arm and dragged him into the room, "Come in!"

The tables and chairs in the living room are neatly arranged, and the air is filled with the smell of magic aromatherapy. On the walls on both sides, one side is a huge floor-to-ceiling wine cabinet, and the other side is a square shelf, which contains various books, trophies, and newspapers. On the shelf behind the door, there is an alligator leather handbag.

"That's my honor... Felix, I'm very interested in you, I've wanted to interview you for a long time." Rita Skeeter sat across from him, her hair was done up Her curly, stiff, weird curly face looks particularly awkward when paired with her big chin face.

"Ms. Skeeter..."

Felix was quickly interrupted. The woman was terrifyingly powerful. She waved her wand, and a shorthand quill and a roll of parchment flew out of the crocodile leather handbag.

"Felix, I use a shorthand quill to take notes, you won't object? This way I can free up my hands and talk to you normally..."

Before he could reply, the parchment had been spread out automatically, and the shorthand quill fell vertically on it, with the nib trembling slightly.

"Well, let's start from there... Let's start with your purpose of coming today. I guess..." She suddenly laughed, showing three golden teeth, "You were entrusted by someone, right? "

The long, green shorthand quill is dancing quickly, pouring out a string of smooth words:

This late-night visitor was full of thoughts. Facing the author's question, he showed strong dissatisfaction, but it was not aimed at the author, but the shadow hidden behind the whole incident...

Felix smiled lightly. He looked at the clock on the wall, it was just seven o'clock.

He didn't answer, but looked at the furnishings in the living room with interest. The floor-to-ceiling wine cabinet occupied a third of the wall. Scattered ornaments.

Rita Skeeter raised a heavily drawn eyebrow.

"Are you scruples, Felix? It doesn't matter, our readers like people with rebellious personalities, and they will protect you."

"Rebellious character?" Felix repeated.

"Yes, it's like people who defy power and rebel against authority... If you are threatened, don't worry, just speak up, and we will give you fair treatment."

The sketch quill was still recording, but Felix was not interested in reading it. He stood up and went to the honor shelf opposite the wine cabinet.

The shelves are full of personal honors belonging to Rita Skeeter, including her published articles, newspapers, best-selling books and certificates of sales figures over the years, all kinds of things...

For example, he saw "Amando Dippet: Sea Water or Idiot?" "This book. He sighed: "If half of the content in this book is true, it can be regarded as a good toilet book..."

Rita Skeeter's eyebrows furrowed, her big fingers gripped her wand tightly, two inches of bright red nails dug into her skin.

She stood up quickly, came to Felix, and looked at him intently, "Felix, I know you, one of my colleagues advised me not to think about you... ridiculous remarks, he A few years after graduation, I entered the news system with my family background." She said pointedly.

"Let me say that our readers have the right to know the truth, such as——"

"The truth?" Felix interrupted her.

"Yes, the truth!" She deliberately emphasized, "Let's talk about you, your experience, childhood and other topics, I think this can help you have a clear positioning of yourself."

"I think, there is no need for this, I know exactly what kind of person I am."

However, Rita Skeeter did not give up. The parchment and sketch pen on the table flew to her, "Felix, you were born in a Muggle orphanage, but entered Slytherin when you entered school. You must have suffered badly." Less bullying? Are you interested in talking about it? I think many readers will be very interested in this."

"Rita, Rita, do you really understand me?"

"Of course!" Her gaze was firmly fixed on him, as if looking at a precious treasure, "Felix, you are well-known in the wizarding world, and you have many labels on you: Muggle-born Slytherin in the orphanage received many death threats during his school days. Under the protection of Dumbledore, he defeated the Shafik family, one of the 28 pure bloods, and a group of dark wizards. After graduation, he became an expert in the Muggle field. Back to Hogwarts to teach..."

While talking ~IndoMTL.com~, Rita Skeeter let the quill quickly record, seeing Felix's noncommittal attitude, she said temptingly: "Your experience is legendary, if you Agree, I am willing to write a biography for you, that means countless Galleons and great fame!"

"However, the label of Muggle expert seems too weak. Our readers like wizards with strong personalities, and it is better to have a relationship with celebrities...Let me think about it, how should I deal with it?"

Felix was amused, and he pointed to the book in front of him, "Like this type of biography?"

"Art requires a certain amount of imagination," she said slyly.

Felix got a little impatient. He decided to solve the trouble in front of him as soon as possible, so he returned to his seat.

This behavior made Rita Skeeter mistake him for his acquiescence, so she sat down on the sofa and said impatiently and domineeringly: "Let's start with your relationship with Dumbledore."

"Ms. Skeeter, I need you to stop false reports. I noticed that you mentioned me in the "Daily Prophet", and you are going to make up a lot—"

"I'm not making it up, at most it's a different perspective..."

Felix nodded, "Let me tell you what a different perspective is." He tapped the table lightly with his fingers.

"Da da," the fingertips collided with the table, making a crisp sound.

"What are you talking about—" Rita Skeeter choked suddenly, and she found that the world in her eyes had suddenly changed.

The colors are disappearing rapidly, the exquisite purple long-necked pot, the deep red robe on the body, the golden trophy in the cabinet, the dark brown crocodile leather handbag, the light yellow parchment, the green sketching quill...

All the colors are fading away.