Clearly, Rita Skeeter had become accustomed to the shameless act of her own quill to change the news—not because Alan slandered her, but for she crumpled the parchment with a blank face and stuffed it into her own handbag.

"As a news buff, I've decided to forgive you for your unreasonable behavior—" Rita Skeeter said, staring at Allen.

"So, let's get started - we have plenty of time to cover, and I'm sure this report will be a good help to those who need it. She put her hands together and said, "So, let's have a brief talk - for example, what do you think of yourself in this tournament?"

However, before Alan could give any effective answer, the broken pen had already left a long line of words on the parchment:

[Alan is another Hogwarts Warrior, however, perhaps the Goblet of Fire may have made some serious mistakes when choosing a Champion - in this boy's body, that kind of rotten, suffocating old rules are vividly embodied... 】

"Leave the pen alone, we're having a friendly exchange—" Rita Skeeter smiled, confident that her prey was as completely out of her hands as ever.

"Of course, as you wish," Alan looked up with a smile on his face, then looked nonchalantly.

'It's just a reckless man, it's too easy to dismiss—' Rita Skeeter glanced at Allen, feeling as if she was overestimating the guy in front of her.

This also made her questions more and more presumptuous - to her surprise, even those difficult questions still seemed to be answered without too much hesitation, although the tone of the answer was quite nonchalant, making people feel that the respondent did not value it, but at the moment Rita Skeeter was so happy that she felt that she could completely ignore those carelessness.

One sharp question after another was asked, and as it was answered, the quill quickly recorded everything, and as always, it altered all the records, and the thick stack of parchment that had been taken out was rapidly reduced—and at the same time, Rita Skeeter's brow was raised higher and higher, and the wrinkles of her smile almost seemed to be engraved on her face.

"Very good, this interview is going to make a big news, I'm sure those readers will be crazy about it!" she said to Alan in an exaggerated tone, dancing like a baboon in heat.

"So let's move on to the next topic—since we've said that before, what do you think of the treatment of an old stubborn, stubborn, stubborn old zombie like Dumbledore?" her brow twitched, her quill swished, and from time to time a magical glow bloomed from above, apparently working to the fullest.

"Great, simply amazing. Alan stood up abruptly and clapped.

"Oh-what's wrong with you, Mr. Allen, what's the problem?" a look of doubt appeared on Rita's face, she couldn't figure out why Alan, who had been working with her so well just now, was actually nervous to say such things at this moment, if it weren't for the fact that everyone had worked together so happily before, she wouldn't have spoken so well.

Unfortunately, her actions did not bring any effect, and instead of continuing to accept the interview happily, Alan continued to applaud with a smile on his face.

"Oh my god - I'm sorry, Hogwarts' defenses are so well developed, so it took me a little longer to prepare for those spells," Alan smiled and nodded, "After all, I still have to check if there is any magic that records sounds or images - but it's very pleasant to note that as a journalist, Rita, you don't have any recording magic." ”

"Magic?" Rita Skeeter looked confused—she hadn't experienced such behavior since she became a special correspondent for the Ministry of Magic.

But it didn't matter, at the moment Alan decided to teach her a good lesson, the kind that didn't charge - to show her that not everyone could accept her bad habit of making up news in person.

At the same time, I also want to tell her a small truth from the East - how can people not be knifed when they are floating in the rivers and lakes.

"Don't rush – as you said at the beginning, we have plenty of time to finish this interview. Alan laughed and cast a petrification charm to set her in a chair, and then, with his fingers, reached into her handbag, and very casually got a thick stack of interview scripts into his hands.

Well, this is his, this is still his, that share is also his, why are there so many?

Forget it - looking at the thick stack of manuscripts, Alan simply gave up the search, and with a flick of his finger, a flash of fire came directly from his fingers, and the tongue of fire licked directly onto the manuscript, and then burned wildly - if it weren't for the petrification spell released by Eren in advance, Rita would have screamed like a pig at this moment.

However, Rao couldn't make a sound, and her eyes still appeared as if she had just sent a graduation red envelope only to find that the number had been emptied—this desperate look almost made Alan suspect that she was the villain.

But it's a pity, if the eyes are useful, then why do you need magic!

As the last wisps of green smoke were collected by Allen, all the interview transcripts had been reduced to a pile of ashes - even the most brilliant wizard could not find a word from it.

"Whirlwind sweep!"

With Rita's desperate gaze, the last traces of the manuscript vanished along with the spell.

However, this is just the beginning.

Because Alan's hand was directly on the quill—the fire was burning again, and the green quill began to writhe wildly, and countless inks gushed out from it, trying to extinguish the flames, but no matter how much ink was splashed, the flames did not shrink at all.

After five minutes of burning, the quill, which was constantly spewing ink to save itself, finally spewed out its last drop of ink, and the flames began to cover its entire body, and it disappeared completely except for the shaft in the middle of a long, burnt black feather.

"Oh no, you madman, you deserving Azkaban, you should stay with those Dementors until you die—you wait, and I'll report to the Ministry of Magic when I get back, and publish it to the newspapers, and tell everybody, every wizard and witch, and even children, about your shameless, vile, filthy, slugg-like crime!" Rita, whose mouth was barely free of the influence of the petrification spell, accused Eren while slandering Eren with the most vicious words she could think of, and it was obvious that if she had only one at the moment, she would not hesitate to tear Eren into pieces of shredded paper.

Of course, if she can do it - in fact, after Allen's spell is filled, she shuts up again.

"Be quiet, be calm—I've always thought you should be prepared, and since you've been using the most means to make the news for so many years, you should have the courage to be retaliated against—" Alan took advantage of the feather shaft of the quill and turned to look at Rita Skeeter.

"Don't be in a hurry - you probably haven't prepared for this. Alan rummaged through her handbag and found nothing else, and then sat down back to where she had been.

"Of course, how can you think you're going to get revenge?" Alan smiled, "Come on, let's do a divination." ”

A stack of tarot cards made of gold was taken out of his pocket by Allen, and then suspended itself in the air under the effect of magic, seventy-eight golden cards formed two circles, one large and one small, with twenty-two main cards on the top and fifty-six number cards below, evenly distributed, turning fast and slow, and finally overlapping together, forming a thick stack on the table.

"Don't worry, I'll take a look. Alan flipped through the cards quickly, not even looking at Rita Skeeter.

"Well, Rita Skeeter – a journalist who is forty-three years old and a Hogwarts Ravenclaw graduate. ”

Alan raised his head and looked at her: "The students all entered the school at the age of seventeen, this year is 1994, you should be twenty-six years ago or twenty-seven, oh no, judging by your birthday, it is Hogwarts twenty-six years ago." ”

"It's strange - as far as I know, Dumbledore was the Headmaster in 1943, why did you attack Dumbledore in the newspapers like this?"

Alan lowered his head and continued to turn over the cards.

"Oh, look, what we've found! Oh my God, you're an illegal Animagus! You know, that's enough to keep you in Azkaban for a long time!"

Allen, who pretended to be surprised, looked at Rita Skeeter, and then said very indifferently: "Sorry, I forgot that you can't speak, the magic will be unlocked immediately." ”

However, though the magic was unraveled, Eren could not hear a word of complaint, on the contrary, Rita Skeeter trembled uncontrollably, and it was evident that the word Azkaban had terrified her from the depths of her soul.

Of course, this is not calculated by Allen - he has not studied divination deeply, and it will take at least ten years to reach the level of privacy that can be calculated, but now, it would be good to be able to deceive people, and if you don't convince this guy once, it will be troublesome to die if something happens in the future.

"Don't worry, let's take our time - well, after graduating, you have successfully obtained a position as a reporter for the Daily Prophet. Alan began to make it up as he deduced, but judging by Rita Skeeter's reaction, he was not wrong at all.

"Tsk, and then, you find out that in the newspaper, you don't get any news at all - the front page or everything is taken away by the seniors, and then you can get a little bit of a completely unsigned word to help write the advertisement, and of course, there will be an occasional opportunity to get some lace news in the cracks, which is too different from what you expected. ”

"So, you decided to use your previously concealed abilities to get the news—even though you knew it was illegal, but you still used it, tsk, ma'am, just for that, you're going to spend twice as long in Azkaban!"

There was no response, except for Rita Skeeter, who was shivering there - if her interview was about using gibberish to force the interviewee to say more, Alan had seen her through her soul and experience at the moment.

It chilled her soul - but what she didn't know was that it was all made up to test her.

As for how to make it up?

Needless to say, how can a newcomer get into a newspaper and become an Animagus who can become an Animagus on his own merits? And a reporter who has the ability to transform but has never been able to get big news will finally be unable to help but use his illegal ability only after he has survived?

That's enough, but it's a pity that Alan plans to teach her a lesson.

"Don't worry - our divination isn't over yet!" Alan smiled and continued to flip through the cards, trying to find some useful information from above, combined with guesses, to make her remember for a long time - although it would not be an exaggeration to kill her according to the disgusting things of the other party, but there is no chance at all now, only to see if she will recede after this time - if it is still the same as before, then Alan can only say sorry.

What did she do?

Making up news is a bit of a basic operation - she was forced to do it for a short time anyway, and soon after Dumbledore's death, she published a book dedicated to Dumbledore.

Well, although there is some truth, there is such a description in it.

The Daily Prophet mentions that Rita Skeeter devotes an entire chapter to Dumbledore's relationship with Harry Potter. Rita says their relationship is unhealthy and even evil – that's how it is played.

Then, in 2014, the big reporter published a book called "Dumbledore's Army: The Dark Side of the Veterans" in the Blotted Bookstore (yes, that's right, 2014), and the cover photo was a photo of Harry Potter and Ginny Potter (Ginny changed her surname after marriage), and the content was all black or made up.

Also, a book called "Snape: Villain or Saint?", published after Harry vindicated Snape after the final war, the specific content - well, black as always, how to sell if it is not black!

To be honest, if it weren't for the inconvenience of the place and time, Alan really didn't plan to let her continue to be disgusting.

Taking advantage of the fact that she was already frightened by her superb prophecy at the moment, Eren felt that it was good to dig up more black materials, and let this person be honest - of course, if she continued to die, then don't blame Alan, after all, that sentence is very good, if you don't do it, you won't die.

Divination (flickering) continues.