"Don't say anything superfluous, Rita......" Van Lin said a little coldly, although Rita's ability was there, but her disagreement with Hermione was also written on her face.

"Okay...... Rita was a little impatient, "although you are capable, but in this regard, obviously I am better at it, otherwise you would not have put me back in the Daily Prophet." ”

"Aren't you fired?" asked Harry, incredulous.

"Nothing can be compromised on interests and values. Rita said, looking a little upset, "Okay, let's not talk about that, ...... before that"

Rita said, looking at Harry through her glasses, and added, "How do you feel, Harry? betrayed, mad, misunderstood?"

"Of course he was angry," Hermione said bluntly, clearly. "Because he told the Minister of Magic the truth, and the Minister was like an idiot who didn't want to believe him at all. ”

Rita didn't speak, lowered her glasses and stared at Harry, as if to see him through, her fingers removed from the clasp of her purse.

"All that nonsense you and Dumbledore told everyone about the return of the mysterious man, and that you were the only witness?"

"I'm not the only witness," Harry cried, "and a dozen Death Eaters, do you want their names?"

Rita took a breath and fumbled in her purse again, her eyes fixed on him as if Harry was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

"A big headline: 'Porter's Complaint. 'A subheading,' Harry Potter points out the Death Eaters Among Us'. Then, put another picture of you below, 'The boy who survived the mystery man, Harry Potter, fifteen years old, yesterday angrily accused some famous wizard of being a Death Eater. The elated expression on her face vanished, and she had a pen in her hand and her mouth half-open.

"But of course," she said, putting down her pen and glaring at Hermione, "Madam Prefect doesn't want this story to come out, does she?"

"Actually," Hermione smiled sweetly, "that's what the prefect lady wants to do." Rita glared at her and then at Vanlin, but Vanlin's decision to let Hermione dictate Rita was a little shocked, and Harry and Luna glared at Hermione.

Hermione, on the other hand, hummed softly to the tune of "Weasley is our king" and stirred her drink with a cocktail onion on a small stick.

Rita asked in a quiet voice, "Are you sure?"

"Yes," Hermione said. "About the truth, all sides. It's like Harry is writing. He'll give you all the details, he'll tell you the names of the undetected Death Eaters he's seen, he'll tell you that Voldemort looks like—oh, hold on," she said dismissively, throwing a napkin on the table, and when she mentioned Voldemort's name, Rita jumped up and knocked over her whiskey glass. The front of Rita's scruffy raincoat was stained, but she still glared at Hermione.

Then Rita said frankly: "The Daily Prophet will not be published." You may not have noticed, but no one believes his ridiculous story. Everyone thought it was his delusion. Now, if you let me write—"

"We don't need to write a story about Harry losing his toy!" Hermione said angrily.

"We've got a lot of them, thank you! I'm going to give him a chance to tell the truth!" Rita said coldly.

"You're saying that the Daily won't publish it because of Fudge's ban," Hermione said impatiently.

Rita looked at her for a long, fixed moment, and then, leaning back on the table, said in a businesslike tone, "Yes, Fudge is in the paper, but it makes no difference. They don't publish a story to glorify Harry. No one wants to read it. It is contrary to the will of the public. The last prison break in Azkaban has already made people very uneasy. People don't want to believe that the mystery man is back—"

"That is, newspapers only exist to publish what people want to see, right?" Hermione said sternly. Rita sat up straight, raised her eyebrows, and drank the whiskey in one gulp. "Newspapers exist to sell, you silly girl," she said coldly.

"My dad said it was a terrible newspaper," Luna said, unexpectedly interjecting. As she stirred up her drink, she looked at Rita with her large, bulging, somewhat fanatical eyes. "He publishes important stories that he thinks the public needs to know. He doesn't care about money. ”

Rita looked at Luna with contempt. "I'm guessing your father runs a stupid rural tabloid," she said, "and probably write about twenty-five ways to confuse Muggles, and a date for the next sale?"

"No," Luna said, dipping the tamper in her drink, "he's the editor of Wizarding Weekly. Rita snorted loudly, and everyone around looked around in fright.

"He thinks the public needs to know important stories, eh?" Luna said dryly, "and I can use its contents to fertilize my garden." ”

"Well, now you have a chance to elevate its taste, don't you?" said Hermione pleasantly, "Luna said her dad was happy to see Harry's interview and publish it—"

Rita glared at the two of them for a moment, then laughed out loud. "Wizard Weekly!" she said, smiling, "do you think people take this stuff seriously?"

"Some people don't," Hermione said in an equally loud voice. "But there are so many holes in the Daily Prophet's news about Azkaban's prison break, and I think a fair number of people would prefer to look at other better explanations, if they had a choice, even if it was published in—"in — an unusual magazine—and we would have read it." ”

For a moment Rita didn't speak, but her eyes glanced at Hermione smartly, and her head turned to the side again.

"Well, even if I do it," she said suddenly, "what's in it for me?"

"I don't think Dad will pay people to contribute," Luna said dreamily. "They submitted because it was an honor to see their name published. "Rita. Skeeter seemed to swallow another mouthful of stinky water, and she turned her head to Hermione.

"You want me to do this for free?"

"Yes," Hermione said calmly, taking a sip of her drink. "Otherwise, as you know, there's a good chance I'll inform the Magic Council that you're an unregistered Animagus. Of course, the Daily Prophet may pay you more, as you will be able to provide the inside scoop on Azkaban.

Rita looked as if she wanted to rip off the small paper umbrella from Hermione's drink cup and poke it into Hermione's nose. Rita said, her voice trembling slightly. She opened her crocodile purse again, pulled out a piece of parchment, and held up her quill pen.

"Daddy will be happy," Luna said cheerfully. A muscle in Rita's jaw was shaking.

"Okay, Harry?" Hermione turned to Harry, "Ready to tell everyone the truth?"

"I think so," said Harry, watching as Rita put the quill on the parchment.

"I'm sorry for you, Rita," Hermione said calmly, sucking a cherry from under her glass.