Rita finally realized one thing, that is, the young man sitting opposite her. If he were placed in the Ministry of Magic at this age, he might still be on the bench in an unpopular department, or Amosta running errands here and there. ·Brain is not the brainless 'idiot' she usually sees.
He's smart, he's alert, and most importantly, Amosta Blaine is incredibly well-connected in person.
You know, even if the Minister of Magic wants to remove her article from the Daily Prophet, it is not a simple matter, but according to the information she has learned, Amosta Brain actually has the energy to publish it in the next issue. The newspaper had already begun printing in large quantities and ordered the publisher to take down her article.
"I don't know what you mean, Amosta—"
Rita raised her thick eyebrows, and the smile on her face, which was stiff due to a thick layer of powder, disappeared, and her eyes became cold.
"Our readers have a right to know the truth, Amosta, and it's my job to dig out the truth."
When silence fell, Rita's shorthand quill began to spread rumors again:
When the author asked about the appalling attack on classmates that occurred at Hogwarts that year (the author will attach the details to the report), Amosta Braine, who became famous for destroying Greyback, denied it. The reaction was violent, which makes us doubt the true face of this hero shrouded in heroic halo.
Amosta shook his head in disappointment.
His purpose in letting this female reporter in was to have a good chat with her and establish a certain level of friendship, but he really didn't expect that Rita Skeeter was so stubborn in wanting to spread rumors about him.
"I think it was a bad decision to start this conversation, Ms. Rita Skeeter—"
boom!
Under the bright sunshine, the glass coffee table that reflected the sun's rays suddenly burst into flames. Rita Skeeter jumped up and tried to save her crocodile leather bracelet and her feathers that were placed on the table from the flames. pen, but the flame was so fierce that in the blink of an eye, all her belongings were reduced to ashes.
After a few breaths, the flames dissipated, leaving the glass coffee table and a pot of green plants on the table intact. The breeze blew by, and the remaining ashes swirled and flew out of the glass guardrail, disappearing cleanly.
"How dare you do this, Amosta!"
Rita Skeeter, who has interviewed countless famous wizards in her career, has never met such an unscrupulous person. She glared at Amosta with a vicious face,
"Amosta Brain, you will pay the price for your actions. I swear, you will be ruined!"
"Leave, Rita Skeeter. I have other things to do, so I won't see you off in person -"
After waving his hand, the door of the living room opened automatically, and Amosta said calmly.
If Rita Skeeter understood the operating rules behind the illusion of tranquility and peace in the magical world, whether above or below the ground, she would not have done anything stupid out of impulse. If she was really not sober enough , at best, ruining her career, or at worst, she will face the same or worse fate as the guy who is also a best-selling author.
Rita Skeeter left angrily, slamming the door behind her as she left.
Amosta just shook his head slightly, stood up and walked to the desk to continue processing the interrupted reply just now.
Rita Skeeter stood in front of the door with a pale face and panting.
"Damn Amosta Blaine. No one has ever dared to do this. Phew. Intercept my reports and destroy my things!"
Rita stared at the door with fierce eyes, thinking about something in her heart.
"There must be something shady, right? Oh, of course, it's the same with all these famous big shots. It's not easy to find people to find out. Blaine is very mysterious. No one knows that he left Hogwarts. What have you done in the past two or three years? There is a problem here."
Before coming to the door today, Rita Skeeter had investigated Amosta Blaine, who suddenly appeared in the public eye. However, the results of the investigation were not satisfactory.
All the information she could find was about Amosta before he graduated from Hogwarts, and after graduation, until last year when he was hired by the Hogwarts School Board to enter the school to find the heir of the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets. , Amosta seemed to have completely disappeared from the magical world, and no information could be investigated.
Amosta Braine neither chose to work in the Ministry of Magic, nor worked in any of the famous companies in the wizarding world, and he also lost contact with all his former classmates.
There is only one possible explanation, and that is that Amosta Blaine has returned to the Muggle world and no longer has any interaction with the magical world.
But is this possible?
A powerful wizard staying away from the magical world and choosing to hang out with Muggles is as incredible as a centaur leaving the forest and running to Diagon Alley to seek life.
Moreover, how did he establish connections with those powerful people?
There is only one possibility. He has hidden his identity and has been secretly working for those decadent pure-blood wizard families and those politicians who have nothing to do with their bodies.
Rita's eyes flashed with satisfaction, and she thought she had discovered the truth of the matter.
However, she now lacks key evidence.
Rita is not one of those clueless novice reporters. She knows what kind of reports can attract the public's attention. Just spreading rumors is not enough. There must be part of the truth in the lies to make it difficult for people to distinguish between true and false!
Rita's eyes flashed with good intentions, and she thought of the pile of letters on the desk in the room.
"You'll pay the price soon"
After making up her mind, Rita's expression became happy. She glared at the door contemptuously, turned around and disappeared into the corridor with arrogant steps.
If someone starts to tremble with fear and panic after just a few harsh words, then Amosta may not be able to sleep well these years. To him, Rita Skeeter's visit is just a matter of time. A small incident, he quickly forgot about it.
Perhaps because the letters had been cleared away, the desk in the room looked much neater. Glancing at the place where the hour and minute hands of the clock on the wall were, Amosta stretched out, took a breath, and closed it. He picked up the magic book in front of him.
In late February, late at night, the breeze wandering among the high-rise buildings is already mixed with a strong breath of spring.
Standing on the balcony and looking out, the quiet city is still brightly lit, and even the clear moonlight cast by the bright moon on the earth is melted into this turbid halo.
Perhaps because he has been worrying about a lot of things recently, his head has been experiencing intermittent swelling in recent times. When the abnormality disappears, he will be followed by fatigue that goes deep into his bones.
It is unusual for a wizard with great power to have abundant energy that is unmatched by ordinary people. This may mean that there is some kind of problem with his body, and the seriousness of the problem has already begun to show.
"Getting older."
Amosta smiled to himself, then turned around and walked into the room, closed the glass door, lay down on the bed and closed his eyes to rest. However, it could be seen from the slight twitching of his eyebrows that he was probably enduring something.
The lights in the last room of the hotel building were finally turned off. On the top of a pine tree in the courtyard downstairs of the hotel, a large, fat beetle, which was not common in this season, fluttered its wings and flew rapidly through the air, heading towards the clear target just now. The house that went out flew away.
The beetle stayed on the top of the glass guardrail. When it was discovered through the gap in the curtain that the owner of the room was lying down, the trembling buzz of the beetle's wings revealed a joyful mood.
It showed great patience and did not try to break into the room immediately. Instead, it pretended to be a normal beetle and climbed up and down the glass panel, pretending to be interested in the mosquito corpses stuck to the glass guardrail.
There was never any unusual movement in the room. Twenty minutes later, the beetle finally couldn't hold it anymore. It landed on the floor of the balcony, looked at the gap between the sliding door and the floor, charged, and tried to squeeze into the room through the gap!
boom!
For a moment, the fire was as bright as Christmas fireworks. The roar of the explosion made more than a dozen nearby rooms tremble. The lights in the dark rooms lit up one after another, and people ran around in panic, screaming. The sound was everywhere, and people on the entire three or four floors were shouting that there was a gas explosion!
Looking at the completely shattered glass door and the guardrail made of tempered glass, and half of her body hanging hundreds of feet in the air, her blond hair and cheeks were burnt black, and Rita Si fainted from breathing black smoke. Kit, Amosta raised his eyebrows and showed a strange smile.
(End of chapter)
