Rita looked at Harry in horror.

This answer was unexpected to her.

She stiffened her head to look at Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard in the wizarding world, who would be at the mercy of almost all the White Wizards of the Ministry of Magic, at this moment, she did not react to Harry's words, only a helpless wry smile on her face.

"Harry, you always make my old man's heart ache." Dumbledore sighed.

Harry was still expressionless: "If you don't like to hear the truth, I can learn next time. Lockhart slipped around like that. ”

"That just makes me harder." Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.

Harry raised his wand and poked Rita in the face, "Didn't you ask a question after my report?" ”

"Now I'm in front of you, as Mr. Potter himself, to give you a reply from Mr. Potter."

"I never felt like I was a savior, nor did I intend to be like Mr. Dumbledore, I'm just an Avenger, get it, dear Miss Skeeter."

Rita nodded in panic.

"I said before that if I met you, I would cut off your hands and pull out your tongue so that you could no longer chew on the root of your tongue." Harry pulled the Gryffindor Sword from his Sorting Hat.

Dumbledore took two steps back, as if he was afraid that blood would spill onto his robes.

Rita became even more frightened.

"But I thought, we can make a deal." Harry put his sword around Rita's neck, "Do me a few favors, I don't even have to tell the Ministry of Magic that you're an illegal Animagus." ”

"What's the busy?" Rita hurriedly said, "I'm very good at writing articles, how about tomorrow's front page headlines praising you and Mr. Dumbledore?" ”

"We're past the childish age that needs praise." Harry patted her on the shoulder with his sword, "It's something that fits your size very well for Animagus to do." ”

Rita chuckled inwardly, and had some bad premonitions.

"Help me in the Ministry of Magic find information about a wizard named Tom Riddle from 70 to 50 years ago." Harry whispered.

Rita's eyes were confused: "Tom Riddle? I've never heard of him. ”

"Do you want to hear it?" Harry smiled.

The smile is bewitching and full of danger.

Rita hurriedly shook her head: "No, I think, I'm afraid it's not good news for me." ”

"A bit of a brain." Harry put away his smile, "Secondly, go check the news of the Crouch family to determine if Mr. Crouch Jr. is really dead, and who Mr. Crouch has been in contact with in the past few months, and it is best to find out the contact content." ”

"Crouch?" Rita was even more confused, "Didn't Mr. Crouch die in an accident?" I've been to the Ministry of Magic and I've been saying that. ”

"If you get what I want, I might be able to tell you the truth." Harry withdrew his sword, but it was still in his hand.

Rita nodded: "Of course, there is no problem. ”

Harry continued, "The third thing, who were Death Eaters in the Ministry of Magic back then, after finding out, give me a list, okay?" ”

Rita's eyes immediately turned horrified.

Harry's words came to her head in an instant—"I'm just an Avenger." ”

"Don't worry, I'm not going to kill the Ministry of Magic, and Professor Dumbledore doesn't want to see that." Harry shook his head, breaking through her thoughts, "I'm just trying to figure something out. ”

"Well, what do you think of this deal?"

Rita took a deep breath and nodded, her face full of smirks, "Of course, Mr. Potter, these are trivial. ”

"I mean, I do this a lot."

Harry stabbed his sword back into the Sorting Hat, "Good night then, Miss Skeeter. ”

With a wave of his wand, all the sticks of wood turned back into the table, and Dumbledore dispersed his magic, and the two of them walked out one after another, leaving Rita alone on the ground, gasping for breath, the fear in her eyes and heart that could not be dissipated for a long time.

Fourth-grade wizards?

Rita couldn't wait to smack all the people at Hogwarts, spitting their shit all over their faces.

Is this a 4th grade wizard?

The pressure on her was much greater than that of the Ministry of Magic's bunch of wine bags and rice bags.

Harry and Dumbledore walked up the grand staircase.

"You're not afraid that I'll really cut off her hand just now?" Harry looked at Dumbledore, the situation just now, with his character, should be stopped.

"I believe in you." Dumbledore smiled slightly, "And you're still young and have an impulsive chance, as long as you don't kill her, I can calm the trouble for you, and you can also learn a hard lesson." ”

"You hate her too." Harry nodded, and it dawned on him.

Dumbledore was stunned and laughed: "I do hate her a little, she always makes up some nonsense, many people think I'm crazy, she brought it up." ”

They walked into the stone statue on the third floor.

Dumbledore relaxed slightly: "You still doubt Crouch?" ”

"Well, he can't always be on a whim, wanting to replace Professor Moody and find his youth in the idle campus life." Harry nodded in agreement as he pulled out the map of the living spots.

Dumbledore tilted his head too.

Densely packed with names.

Harry quickly found "Rita Skeeter", who was still in the same classroom as before, and the name of "Dolores Umbridge", who, along with Ludo, was outside the castle, seemingly riding in a horse-drawn carriage, and was moving away from the school.

In the kitchen, the names of the house-elves are almost overlapping.

In the four lounges, the names of the students are densely packed.

On the edge of the Forbidden Forest, on the Black Lake, the names of students from the two schools of magic and wizardry also walked around, and Hagrid wandered near Beauxbatons' RV.

But there's not a name that shouldn't be here.

"And this time, in addition to Ludo, there are two other people who want me to participate in the Triwizard Tournament." Harry frowned, "If Crouch hadn't been discovered, maybe he would have delivered my name to the Goblet of Fire." ”

"We can make a bold guess that the Death Eaters want me to compete in the Triwizard Tournament as well."

Dumbledore frowned as well.

"But the question is why?"

Harry pushed open the office door, placed the map on the table, and scooped it into his arms before Fox could react.

Fawkes croaked, but Harry was gentle, shifting slightly to adjust to a more comfortable position.

"I can't wait for Death Eaters to graduate for so many years, and still have a sense of school honor, and they want me to win the trophy of the Triwizard Tournament, not the wizards of the other two schools." Harry sat down with a blank face.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the glass of milk fell in front of Harry.

"Please switch to whiskey, thank you." Harry was expressionless.

Dumbledley got a little more wand and swapped the milk for butterbeer.

Harry sighed and gulped, "Professor, do you have any ideas?" ”

Dumbledore shook his head, "I checked the Goblet of Fire, it's been confusing many times, at least three times, maybe more. ”

"But I can't find the source of the magic, it's been too long, it's a trace of last night."

Harry looked at the map, "I shouldn't have slept last night. ”

"You can't be blamed for this, no one can foresee these things." Dumbledore shook his head and continued to look at the map of the living spots, summoning a roll of parchment, on which his wand flicked, and a book and a piece of parchment flew in.

Books and parchment overlap.

A quill was drawn on it, drawing a map of Hogwarts in more detail.

"What is this?" Harry looked at the book and the pen.

They all have a very old smell, and there is a new breath of life constantly emerging.

"The Book of Access and the Pen of Acceptance." Dumbledore introduced, "This is the treasure left by the Big Four, all the magical children born in Great Britain will be recorded in a book, and when they reach the age of eleven, a list will be made for Minerva, and she will send admission letters to the students." ”

"Your father's map of the living spot is a reference to this." Dumbledore paused slightly, his tone wondering, "I don't remember them sneaking into my office. ”

"They've come in." A portrait suddenly spoke.

Dumbledore looked up at him.

It was Phineas Black, the Headmaster of Hogwarts more than a hundred years ago and Sirius's great-great-grandfather.

"I brought them in." Phineas squirmed, "While you're out, Sirius hasn't been very likable, but I'm my great-great-grandfather after all, and I can't refuse his request." ”

"They assured that they were just interested in the Book of Access, the Pen of Acceptance, and I didn't expect them to come up with it."

Harry raised an eyebrow: "It seems that they have a lot of courage. ”

"What smart little guys." Dumbledore wasn't angry at all, "Luckily, they're the only ones who are naughty." ”

"You're only drawing a map now, isn't it too late?" Harry grunted again, finishing the butterbeer he had refilled.

Dumbledore shook his head: "It's not too late at all, the Final Three hasn't started yet, and as the Headmaster, I should also leave some gifts for the next Headmaster, Minerva should like it very much." ”

"That student has to hate you." Harry was expressionless.

He could already think of that scene.

After curfew, Professor McGonagall held up the map, waved his wand, and went out to catch the students who were on the night tour, one by one—from then on, night tours would really be forbidden at Hogwarts.

Dumbledore paused: "You're right, then I should do something else." ”

He waved his wand and tapped it on the parchment, and his aura changed: "After eleven o'clock, students on the night tour are allowed not to appear on the map without being detected, unless they are caught by a professor or administrator. ”

"Well, their names will also be left in the dormitory so that they won't be discovered by the professor."

"The presence of a student who has already graduated, or a non-Hogwarts staff member, will come with an early warning, Fawkes, could you please call me?"

The phoenix, cowering in Harry's arms, reluctantly poked its head out and "quacked" in decadence.

"It's not enough to be spiritual." Dumbledore waved his wand to remove the magical breath from the moment.

Fawkes lifted his head and let out a crisp cry.

"That's right." Dumbledore continued to draw the map.

Harry picked up the map and stood up, "Professor, I'm leaving?" ”

"Good night, don't worry too much, not to mention that Severus and I are here, and with your current strength, those Death Eaters don't pose any threat to you." Dumbledore nodded to him and whispered comfortingly.

Harry waved his hand and walked to the door.

"Wait, Harry!" Dumbledore called out to him, "Leave Fawkes behind." ”

Harry looked at Fawkes in his arms and reluctantly put it back on the shelf, "I just want to get some more phoenix tears." ”

Fawkes groaned in dissatisfaction.

Sorting Hat Translation: "It says it doesn't want to cry lately. ”

"The Triwizard Tournament is a bit dangerous." Harry looked serious, "I've got to get ready. ”

Fawkes thought for a moment, remembered Hedwig's rations, and nodded reluctantly.

"Maybe you can also provide me with some phoenix feathers and phoenix blood?" Harry hit the snake and immediately made more requests.

Fawkes was startled and groaned.

"It asks you what you want those things to do." The Sorting Hat continues to translate.

Harry replied, "I've been trying some potions lately and need these materials. ”

Fawkes rattled again.

Sorting Hat Translation: "It can be given to you, but it requires ten pounds of Hedwig's kind of owl ration." ”

"No problem." Harry nodded in response.

Fox cried happily, and the sorting hat said, "It allows you to get ready before the first project, pay with one hand, and deliver with the other." ”

Today, I also succeeded in paying off 5/40 of the debt

Ask for a monthly pass, and you won't keep it at the end of the month!!

(End of chapter)