Even the pink tone did not change the chill carried by the cold wind and snow on this letter.

Harry opened the letter.

Rita's invitation to meet him at Hogwarts tonight, where she will infiltrate Hogwarts through secret passages.

She was looking forward to Harry's reply and agreeing on a meeting place, and the Gryffindor common room was not a good choice.

Harry wrote back to her, writing down the address of the abandoned classroom where his evening dueling class was located.

At night.

Neville was knocked down again, and he was about to get up.

Harry looked at the door, "Here we are." ”

Neville was stunned.

What's coming?

He followed Hermione and Ron towards the door, which was closed, and there should have been Filch outside pretending to stop the professor, of course, the focus was on stopping the students who were traveling at night, and there was no movement.

He was about to question.

A panicked head swelled out.

It was Rita Skeeter's ladybug-like face that startled Neville, leaned back, didn't stand still, and stumbled again.

"Mr. Potter!" Rita panicked, "Werewolf! ”

"Werewolves lurk in the secret passages!"

Harry looked at her, "You came from Beater Willow?" ”

Rita was stunned and nodded.

"Those two werewolves are from Professor Snape's collection." Harry spoke, "Don't be afraid, they're not threatening, and they can't run out of the way. ”

"Collectibles?" Rita seemed to have some difficulty understanding the word.

Ron triumphantly spelled the word: "Collectibles, memorabilia, symbolic objects that have a special meaning for something."

"Mr. Weasley, I know the word, and I know what it means." Rita interrupted him, and in terms of language skills, she was probably the best in the classroom, "But Professor Snape."

"You don't need to know that." Harry stuffed back her poking her head out and her curiosity was stirring, "What's the letter that you can't say, you have to meet?" ”

Rita conjured a stool for herself and looked tentatively at Harry.

Harry nodded, conjuring up chairs for his group.

After they sat down, Rita sat down, and at this time, she noticed a relatively strange person: "Neville Longbottom?" ”

"Why is he here!"

Harry replied, "He's always there." ”

"Then I. Animagus." Rita bared her teeth and claws.

Harry nodded.

He paused slightly: "I didn't say it, you showed it to him yourself." ”

Rita hung her head in frustration: "Forget it, you know, I'm already thinking about whether to register with the Ministry of Magic, after all, I'm no longer a gossip reporter." ”

She quickly adjusted her mood: "Mr. Potter, I have investigated two things. ”

"I think I've found Fenrir Greyback."

Harry stood up with a stern face, "Where?" ”

"Wait, Mr. Potter, don't get so excited." Rita waved her hand and whispered, "I haven't found out exactly where it is, but I just heard a message from the wizard of Tumbledown Alley that the werewolves seem to be planning something on Christmas Eve." ”

"The werewolves want to take revenge on the wizard and make Christmas Eve bleed."

"Fenrir Greyback will definitely show up."

Harry nodded slowly, "What kind of blood are they going to make?" ”

"Hogsmeade." Rita replied succinctly.

"No wonder just two werewolves scared you like this." Hermione nodded, her doubts cleared - Animagus was the least afraid of werewolves, and Rita's reaction was very abnormal.

It's just that?

Rita looked at the little witch strangely.

A single werewolf is enough to terrify the entire wizarding community, and this is obviously a normal reaction of hers!

Your Potter, and the Order of the Phoenix, they're not normal!

She couldn't say this, and let out of her mouth with a grumbling sigh.

"Any other details?" Harry continued to ask.

Rita nodded, crossed her fingers and continued: "The next information may not have much credibility. ”

"Greyback has gathered ten werewolves, twenty or thirty at most."

Hermione scoffed, "Can all of Great Britain find so many werewolves who are willing to make trouble with Greyback?" ”

"So there's not much credibility, at least it's a reference." Rita argued for herself, "And, the wizards of Tumbledown Alley, this operation is a gift to celebrate the return of the mysterious man, and it is a prologue to the stage. ”

She spoke of this paragraph with a calm mood.

The mysterious man is not completely dead, and the news of trying to resurrect has been repeatedly mentioned by the Order of the Phoenix, and a strong fortress has already been built in his heart.

"Will there be Death Eaters involved?" Harry simplified her words.

Rita nodded: "That's what it says. ”

Harry didn't say anything, waving his hand, "What else?" ”

Rita frowned, and her tone was hesitant: "And the elves, I haven't been able to find Legnak, but recently."

"Some goblins at Gringotts often go to Tumbledown Alley to meet up with some people. Although the elves don't refuse to do business with them, after all, the current situation is like this, and I have paid attention, but the room where they talk is protected by layers of magic. ”

"Mr. Potter, you know, I'm not good at anything but Animagus."

Harry looked at her.

She hurriedly added to herself: "There are also news reports, I am only good at these two things, I have always remembered the last time, I didn't dare to break into that house, the goblins will have some strange magic, I am afraid that they will find me." ”

"However, although I couldn't sneak into that room, I squatted for days and discovered something very strange."

"It's going to scare you, Mr. Potter!"

She paused for a moment, then said in a deep tone, "I found out that one of the wizards the elves met with looked a lot like Bellatrix Lestrange. ”

Harry wasn't intimidated.

Neville staggered to his feet, knocked over his chair, and stared straight at Rita, "What did you say, Lestrange?" ”

Rita was startled by him and raised her hand: "Mr. Longbottom, don't be so serious, I'm not sure if it's her, but it's very similar." ”

"Maybe I'm mistaken, after all, she's been in Azkaban for more than ten years."

Harry waved his hand, "Have you been to Azkaban?" ”

Rita shook her head.

Harry didn't speak, just looked at her.

"I know, I'll look it up." Rita was very intuitive and nodded in response, "Then if it's really Lestrange and they escaped from prison, then."

"The public has the right to know?" Harry said, "I remember that was a phrase on your lips a lot. ”

Rita swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Of course, not only me, but many journalists keep this sentence in mind. ”

Harry spread his hands.

Rita then went on to say some inconsequential news, that Boginbock hadn't opened for business for a long time, that the old crook had been killed in Tumble Alley, that many people coveted the shop, and that they did have the audacity to visit late at night.

But when they entered, they all disappeared.

The Aurors came to investigate, but found nothing.

The Malfoys have sold another batch of family heirlooms, since Mr. Malfoy Sr. was sent to Azkaban, the Malfoy's life has become more and more bleak, last year there seemed to be some surplus, but this year, they have to sell their property to survive.

Maybe in a few years, like the Gaunt family back then, they will only live in poverty in the old house with four walls, until the last heir dies violently.

This seems to be the fate of all pure-blood families who adhere to "pure-bloodism".

Gaunt, Black, Rozier, now it's the Malfoys' turn.

There's a lot of commotion at the Ministry of Magic.

Scrimgeour did not hide his ambitions at all, and mentioned the impeachment of Fudge many times in regular meetings, which was supported by many people, and with each regular meeting, the number of supporters increased, and Fudge was very tired of dealing with him, even if there was nothing else, according to this number of people, at most three or four months, the Ministry of Magic would have a new master.

This made Ron cheer.

He had long seen Fudge as unpleasant and made himself Minister of Magic, no, even Sirius was better than Fudge.

As long as Dumbledore or Harry spoke, he nodded and agreed, "Ah, yes, yes, yes", no?

And Mundungus Fletsch, Rita gritted her teeth at the mention of him.

This thief!

How can he be compared to himself, to find out information for the Ministry of Magic, as soon as he enters the old Black mansion, it is like returning to his own home, and in less than an hour, he has gone from the basement to the top floor, in their industry terms, it is to step on the point.

No matter how you look at it, Rita thinks he's here to steal.

But Dumbledore said that he was useful, and Rita could only force herself to share the information she had worked so hard to gather with him.

There is a lot of miscellaneous news.

It is indeed the extent that a letter cannot be written.

Rita waited until the wee hours of the morning before she turned into a ladybug and left.

Neville rubbed his face, the sheer amount of information his simple brain couldn't handle it, and Ron was still adding fuel to the fire, telling some old rumors that Tom Riddle liked to visit the bathroom at night, seducing overly mature women or something.

Jean Neville and the school infirmary are still in a state of being "petrified".

Two days later.

The new issue of "Singing and Singing" is out of stock again.

The front page featured several photographs of empty prisons, as well as a few smaller photographs of bodies lying on their backs that were no longer empty but almost dried.

The Inescapable Alcatraz? Or a resort where you can come and go? 》

In the article, Rita uses the most popular language to describe the current situation in Azkaban, where the vicious Death Eaters are all gone, Lestrange, Malfoy, and Murseber, and the "Jailers", the group of Dementors abuse their power to suck the souls of most of the imprisoned, leaving only a few living prisoners, who seem to be reserve food kept in captivity by the Dementors.

Azkaban has been jailed again!

And the Dementors don't seem to be out of control.

When a "vicious" Sirius escaped from prison, the entire wizarding world was already noisy, and now it is a group of vicious Death Eaters, except for Hogwarts, a warm harbor, the outside world is in chaos.

(End of chapter)