“…… Mr. McLean, it's not like we're talking to us...... Isn't it different? The champion of the alchemy contest became an attacker, the award ceremony of the International Confederation of Wizards was postponed, and Nicol Lemay's alchemical legacy was suspended...... What about my first-day exclusives? When will it be ......?"

Due to the African delegation's old witch plotting at Hogwarts, she was still the champion of the tournament, so a series of subsequent events had to be temporarily suspended.

The next morning, Rita Skeeter, a staff writer for the Daily Prophet who had made a small deal with Maca, reappeared, reportedly arriving as soon as she got the news.

The so-called media is to take advantage of the heat of the event to grab first-hand information, so as to maximize the benefits of real-time news.

You know, the income from writing articles by a successful staff writer like her is closely linked to the sales of newspapers and magazines that publish her words. If the popularity of the subject matter itself continues to decline because of some accidents, it is equivalent to constantly deducting her income!

So, not long after Filch opened the door early this morning, the Skeeter lady immediately came to visit...... No, maybe it's more appropriate to say "door-to-door entanglement", right?

Maca, who had thought a lot about Ravenclaw's follow-up test last night and spent most of the night in the centaur cave setting up the rune array, didn't come out of the office until breakfast was almost over.

But as soon as he opened the door, he saw the big reporter Rita Skeeter, who was pushing her glasses violently, and then he was completely followed by the lady with her lips smeared like monkey's buttocks all the way to the side porch door of the auditorium.

"Lady Skeeter, didn't I say it all? I promised you that I wouldn't break my promise casually, but now this can only be said to be an accident that no one wants to see. ”

Maca stood by the door, helplessly explaining to Rita Skeeter, and this was probably the third time he had said these words.

"We can only sit still and wait," he continued, "after the International Federation of Wizards has put the person on trial and the written verdict is officially released, the subsequent process will be adjusted accordingly according to the judgment made by the Federation......

At this point, Maca paused for a moment, then spread her hands and said, "Therefore, wait a little longer!" At least the disclosure of Mr. Lemay's estate is unlikely to be canceled, which means that sooner or later you will be the copywriter who gets the first-hand material. ”

"Oh, I know that, too, but—"

Skeeter still felt very unwilling, after all, it was about her a lot of gold gallons!

"Mr. McLean......"

Rita Skeeter is a woman who usually has a domineering attitude, and even when facing high-status people, she is not likely to keep her voice down. Coupled with her reports that ignore authenticity for the sake of gimmicks, there are really a lot of people who hate her.

But when it comes to her own income, it turns out that she will put on such a real distress?

Maca looked at Skeeter's face covered with thick foundation, looking at the eagerness and helplessness in her eyes, and the originally dull mood couldn't help but be much refreshed.

"It seems to feel good to look at the pain of others once in a while......" he suddenly felt as if he had an urge to laugh, "at least to relieve your own pressure?" ”

"All right, Miss Skeeter," said Maca, after a moment's thought, "so be it! I'll write you a letter, and you take it to the Minister of Magic, Mr. Scrimgeur, and he may be able to arrange for you to meet with the person involved in the attack and take a picture or something......"

As he spoke, he snatched the notepad and shorthand quill pen that Rita Skeeter had brought with him and began to write casually.

"If you're lucky, you might be able to seize this opportunity before the Ministry of Magic transfers the prisoner to the Federation. I think you understand, once she's sent to the Federation, the quarantine ban level will rise again, and it's almost impossible for you wizarding media to see her in advance......"

As Takmaka quickly wrote and signed his name on the notepad, he reached out and grabbed it, and the paper was automatically torn off from it and folded horizontally and vertically into the shape of an envelope.

"But also be careful, what can be written and what cannot be written...... I'm sure a veteran writer like you should be able to tell the difference. ”

With that, he handed the letter to Rita Skeeter, who took it in a hurry.

"I'm going to breakfast...... "Marca gave her back the notepad and quill, and then shrugged her shoulders, "How about you, would you like to come with me to try the pan-fried ham today?" Yorkshire oak smoked and tastes great! ”

"Oh, no...... "No ......," Skeeter immediately hurried to grab the letter and ran to the main entrance of the castle, and now that every second counted, "Sir, I wish you a pleasant meal......

The fact that the winner of the tournament has become an attacker overnight, and the target of the prize is certainly quite eye-catching news.

Yes, this is something that even the media in the global wizarding world will be aware of at the first time.

It's a pity that due to the unusual nature of the incident, it is not easy to conduct an interview with that special prisoner - our Minister of Magic, Mr. Magic, simply does not want the slightest accident to happen again, how can he allow the wizarding media to make a fuss?

"Have a nice meal?" Maka glanced at Skeeter's back, then turned and walked into the auditorium, "That's going to have to be fun, too......"

He provided Rita Skeeter with this interview, which is actually equivalent to bringing another opportunity for Hogwarts to show himself, and it can be regarded as squeezing the last bit of heat from this event in the UK.

However, that wasn't enough to make him happy.

"Professor McLean—" "Good morning, Professor! "Hey, McLean—"

As soon as he entered the auditorium, he was greeted by students from all grades. Last night he moved such a large stone tablet back, although the actual sight of the little wizard is not much, but there are still some people who have really seen it.

Of course, Professor McGonagall couldn't have allowed them to spread the story casually, and they had to discuss it in private.

However, this did not prevent them from being full of curiosity about Maca again.

On the contrary, the old witch's attack on others at school, no matter how much turmoil it caused in the outside world, did not seem to cause much discussion among the young wizards.

"Well, good morning, everybody."

As Maca passed the side aisle and walked to the faculty chair in front of the auditorium, Alexander at the Gryffindor table was surrounded by a large crowd of people.

Last night, both he and Ens were taken back to the Principal's office by Professor McGonagall, and given a double severe punishment. As for deducting the academy points or something, that's secondary.

And now, Alexander is busy telling what he saw last night, because he is one of the few witnesses who has seen the whole situation!

"Harry, you say...... What exactly is the 'big black stone tablet' in Alexander's mouth? ”

Next to the pile, Ron and Harry were eating together, and there were staccato remarks in Alexander's ears and the chaotic noise of the other classmates.

"How do I know......" Harry shook his head, "what Maca is doing, how many times have we figured it out?" Don't think about it, Maca will take care of it anyway......"

"Harry!"

Sitting in the old seat across from them was still Hermione. Seeing Harry say this, she immediately raised her head and glared as she was eating.

"Who is Maca of ours?" Hermione nodded her plate with a fork and said with a serious face, "He's our friend, understand?" Harry, Ron, you turn your heads and look at Maca, look at his expression—"

Of course they understood what Hermione meant, but ......

"I said," Ron said with a depressed face, "I can't see anything from Maca's expression, didn't we already know that?" ”

Harry glanced up in the direction of the faculty chair, but as Ron had said, Maca was as gentle and calm as usual, and there was nothing to see at all.

"Didn't you notice? As long as he spends more time thinking, it means that he must have encountered some problem that is difficult to solve......"

"Oh, you're so careful!"

While Ron let out an inexplicable sigh, Harry pondered, "Since the last clue was interrupted, the search for Horcruxes has completely failed to progress......

"So, what we need to do now is not to continue to improve ourselves? I've been getting pretty good at silent spells lately, and if we work together a little more, I think it can really help Maca, right? ”

“…… Let's hope so! Hermione hesitated, but nodded.

"Don't worry! It's not all in vain that we've been working so hard," Harry couldn't help but encourage, "and...... Hermione, don't be in a hurry......"

Harry and Ron couldn't help but feel worried when they thought of Hermione's anomaly last time, for fear that she would not pay attention to the tip of the bull's horns again.

"Thanks, I know."

Just as the three of them were involuntarily silent for a moment, a man suddenly walked in at the entrance to the side porch of the auditorium. I saw him pause at the door, and after glancing in the direction of the faculty seat, he took another step and walked straight over there like a gust of wind.

"Snape?" Ron muttered under his breath, "Look at his seriousness, what's wrong?" ”

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