Rita Skeeter?
Through the closed door, Amosta knew who was knocking on the door.
To be honest, Amosta quite admired some of the qualities displayed by this female reporter. Not to mention what happened on the day of the press conference, Rita Skeeter could know who he was in just a few days. The dark wizard attack that happened when he was a student at Hogwarts, and the persistence of finding the person who experienced that incident just to dig out some exciting topics about himself, is commendable.
In particular, she was able to use the 'fierce fire' as a guide to associate herself with the dark wizard who shocked the Muggle government and the wizarding world last year in the attack in front of Grimmauld Place, and her sensitive and clear thinking was rare.
Boom, boom, boom!
There was another rapid knock on the door. Rita Skeeter outside the door seemed to be sure that someone was in the room, and she would not stop until she knocked on the door.
Amosta raised his eyebrows, and after pondering for a moment, he slowly got up, walked to the door, and opened the door.
Rita Skeeter's dress was no different from the last time she attended the press conference. She just changed into a brightly colored shirt. At this moment, she was holding the distinctive crocodile leather handbag in her left hand, clenching her fists in the air. , making a smashing motion.
Amosta could probably guess that Rita Skeeter had probably learned about her efforts to suppress the report through the Daily Prophet board of directors, because the woman had not yet had time to restrain herself with an obvious expression on her face. Angry, but then, when she realized that the door was open, she changed her expression to one of joy,
"Ah, Amosta Blaine, finding your residence is also a very challenging thing for an experienced Times reporter. Oh, as a hot celebrity, I guess you must not remember it. "
"In fact, you made a lasting impression on me, Ms. Rita Skeeter."
Rita's height could only reach Amosta's chin. He stared condescendingly at this uninvited visitor. He did not give a pleasant expression because of some appreciation in his heart. Instead, he frowned slightly and tried his best. Showing the reaction of a person who does not want to be disturbed when faced with harassment,
"But I'm really confused, Ms. Skeeter, how did you find out about my room? As far as I know, not many people know that I live here."
"Oh, it's just a trivial question!"
Rita Skeeter acted as if she was an old friend who had known Amosta for many years. She poked her head without hesitation, looked past Amosta, and inquired about the room unscrupulously. When she noticed When there was a thick pile of letters waiting for a reply at the foot of the desk, her eyes lit up and she showed great interest.
"Are you sending some replies to your fans? Oh, it's so silly to stand outside and chat. Why can't we go in and talk?"
After saying this, without waiting for Amosta's response, she squeezed in from Amosta's side and walked quickly towards the desk filled with letters, as if she planned to take advantage of Amosta's reaction before he could react. Peep the contents of the letter,
But unfortunately, her attempt failed. Before he could reach the center of the room, the letter paper spread out on the table suddenly started to jump. He folded it into a square and slid it open on the side. envelope, at the same time, the desk drawer opened with a snap, and all the letters were quickly put into the drawer and arranged neatly, and finally closed with a clang, completely blocking Rita Skeeter's prying eyes.
"I don't remember inviting you into my room, Ms. Rita Skeeter."
Amosta dropped his wand and said in a bad tone,
"Whether it's Muggle law or wizarding law, based on your behavior just now, I can definitely subdue you and send you to the Ministry of Magic for detention for a period of time--"
"Don't be so open-minded, Amosta!"
Rita Skeeter grinned exaggeratedly. She looked around the room, and quickly locked on the glass coffee table and two wicker chairs on the open-air balcony behind the curtains. She opened the floor-to-ceiling glass sliding door and put her hands on After throwing the leather handbag on the coffee table, he ruffled his golden curls a few times.
"Why are you still standing at the door, Amosta, we are about to conduct a highly publicized interview!"
Rita Skeeter parted her lips, and the three gold teeth in her mouth gleamed in the sunlight.
"You're funny, Ms. Skeeter--"
Amosta's eyes were half-closed and he smiled lowly. He didn't say anything to chase her away. He closed the door with his backhand and walked towards the balcony.
By the time Amosta sat down, Rita Skeeter had taken out the shorthand quill she had used at the press conference and a brand new piece of parchment from her bag.
"Amosta, you won't object to me using a shorthand quill to take notes, right? This way I can free up my hands to talk to you normally."
Amosta made a gesture to show that he didn't mind. He kept a cheerful smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes.
"I don't care where you found out where I live, Ms. Skeeter. As a well-known journalist with professional qualities, I think you have your own way, but when I'm curious, why do you want to Waste your time on me, I mean, I'm already 'outdated' aren't I, the popular topic right now is Sirius Black, your colleagues are trying hard to get the inside story on Black's arrest from the Ministry of Magic Woolen cloth--"
Rita Skeeter raised a heavily drawn eyebrow.
"Don't belittle yourself, Amosta, people are still interested in you, but Sirius, he is the one who is really out of date."
Amosta pursed his lips and said nothing, because he noticed that the green shorthand quill was writing rapidly on the parchment paper spread out on the glass coffee table:
At the beginning of this conversation that had gone through many difficulties, Amosta Brain tried to turn the topic to the popular issue of Sirius's arrest. His young and handsome face showed an air of calmness, but he could The light flashing in the strange purple eyes told the author that he was afraid of something. Perhaps, he was afraid that the author would mention the article that should have been exposed to the public long ago and revealed some chilling truths, but in the end, in the right Reports that quietly disappeared in front of you.
"Oh, that's so interesting-"
Amosta made this sentiment for the second time after meeting Rita Skeeter.
"You went to all the trouble to come to me just to vindicate yourself, Ms. Skeeter, and expose the truth?"
Amosta crossed his fingers and smiled coldly.
"I'm not doing this to save myself from trouble, Ms. Skeeter, but I'm trying to prevent you from making a mistake and not mentioning that there is no basis for any connection with me, committed in Grimmauld Place outside London. The guilty dark wizard,
As for what you mentioned in your report about what happened that night when I was a student at Hogwarts. There is not a single word in your report that is close to the truth. Ms. Skeeter, if that article is actually published in the newspaper If so, I am taking some actions to protect my reputation. "
Rita Skeeter is an experienced reporter with a strong talking style. During her career, she has interviewed dignitaries from the Ministry of Magic of various countries and well-known figures in the wizarding world. She can always take the initiative in the conversation and make everyone The 'big shot' gradually became overwhelmed by her sharp questions, and finally his inner defenses were broken.
However, Amosta Brain didn't seem to care about her 'famous reputation' at all. There was an aura as heavy as the abyss in this young wizard's body that suppressed her, making it impossible for her to 'play freely'.
"Prian and Philoa - you must still remember their names, right? Amosta, two innocent little wizards were seriously injured by you. This is the truth, isn't it?"
Rita stared intently into Amosta's eyes, with a stiff smile on her face with a big chin.
"the truth?"
Amosta was amused;
"Ms. Skeeter, people like you should understand that truth is always a relativized term, and what you, or the people in the magical world, are pursuing has never been 'truth'."
(End of chapter)
