Rita Skeeter?

Through the closed door, Amosta knew who was knocking on the door.

To be honest, Amosta still appreciates some of the qualities displayed by this female reporter, not to mention what happened on the day of the press conference, Rita Skeeter was able to learn about the Dark Wizard attack when he was a student at Hogwarts in just a few days, and find the person who experienced that incident, just to dig out something hot from herself, this is commendable.

In particular, she was able to use 'Fierce Fire' as a guide to associate herself with the Dark Wizard who shook the Muggle government and the wizarding world in front of Grimmauld Place last year, and her sensitive and clear thoughts were also rare.

Knock, knock, knock!

There was another quick knock on the door, and Rita Skeeter outside the door seemed to be sure that someone was in the room, and she didn't stop knocking on the door.

Amosta raised an eyebrow, and after a moment of silence, he slowly got up and walked to the door, opening the door.

Rita Skeeter was dressed the same as she had been at the press conference last time, except for a brightly colored shirt, and at the moment, she was carrying the distinctive crocodile leather handbag in her left hand, clenching her fists in the air, making a smashing motion.

Amosta could probably guess that Rita Skeeter had already learned about his efforts to suppress the report through the board of directors of the Daily Prophet, because the woman's expression was evident in anger before she could rein in, but then, realizing that the door was open, she changed her expression to a happy expression,

"Ah, Amosta Blaine, finding your place to live is also very challenging for a seasoned Times reporter, and I don't think you remember it as a hot celebrity."

"In fact, you've impressed me, Ms. Rita Skeeter."

Rita, who was probably only as tall as Amosta's chin, stared condescendingly at the uninvited visitor, and instead of giving a pleasant expression because of some admiration in his heart, he frowned slightly, trying his best to show the reaction of a person who did not want to be disturbed in the face of harassment.

"But I'm confused, Ms. Skeeter, how did you find out about my room, as far as I know, not many people know that I live here."

"Oh, that's just a trivial question!"

Rita Skeeter acted as if she had known Amosta for many years, and she did not shy away from poking her head out, her gaze leaping over Amosta, probing around the room unscrupulously, and when she noticed the thick pile of letters waiting to be replied at the foot of the desk, her eyes lit up and showed great interest.

"You're sending some replies to the fans, oh, it's so silly to stand outside the door and chat, why can't we go in and talk about it?"

After saying this, without waiting for Amosta to respond, she herself squeezed in from Amosta's side, and walked quickly to the desk full of letters, as if she was going to take a peek at the contents of the letters before Amosta reacted.

Unfortunately, her attempt failed, and before he could reach the center of the room, the paper that had been spread out on the table suddenly jumped, and he folded himself into a square and slipped into the open envelope on the side, and at the same time, the drawer of the desk snapped open, and all the letters quickly sank into the drawer, and finally closed with a clatter, completely cutting off Rita Skeeter's prying eyes.

"I don't remember inviting you into my room, Ms. Rita Skeeter."

Amosta dropped his wand and said in a bad voice,

"Whether it's Muggle law or wizarding law, based on what you've just done, I can subdue you and send you to the Ministry of Magic for a period of time--"

"Don't be out of sight, Amosta!"

Rita Skeeter grinned exaggeratedly, she surveyed the room, and soon locked on the glass coffee table and two rattan chairs on the open-air balcony behind the curtains, and she tossed her golden curls a few times with the floor-to-ceiling glass sliding door.

"Why are you still standing in the doorway, Amosta, we're about to have a much-talked-about interview!"

Rita Skeeter pursed her lips, the three gold teeth in her mouth glistening in the sunlight.

"You're funny, Ms. Skeeter--"

Amosta's eyes were half-closed, and he smiled lowly, but he didn't say anything more, closed the door with his backhand, and paced to the balcony.

By the time Amosta sat down, Rita Skeeter had pulled out of her bag the shorthand quill she had used at the press conference and a brand new piece of parchment.

"Amosta, I use a shorthand quill to make notes, you won't object, will you? So I can have my hands free and talk to you normally."

Amosta gestured to show that he didn't mind, and kept a happy smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes,

"I don't care where you found out where I live, Ms. Skeeter, as a well-known journalist with professional qualifications, you have your own way, but why would you waste your time on me when I'm curious, I mean, I'm 'outdated', isn't it, the popular topic right now is Sirius Black, and your peers are trying to find out the inside story of Black's arrest from the Ministry of Magic--"

Rita Skeeter raised a very thick eyebrow,

"Don't be presumptuous, Amosta, people are still interested in you, and Sirius, he's the one who really goes out of fashion."

Amosta pursed his lips and didn't speak, for he was noticing that the green shorthand quill was dancing on the parchment spread out on the glass coffee table:

At the beginning of this conversation, which had been made possible with many difficulties, Amosta Blaine tried to turn the conversation to the arrest of Sirius, the young, handsome face showed a breezy lightness, but the light in the peculiar purple pupils told the author that he was afraid of something, perhaps, he was afraid that the author mentioned the report that should have been met with the public a long time ago, revealed some gruesome truths, but finally quietly disappeared in front of the power.

"Ho, that's funny—"

After meeting Rita Skeeter, Amosta made such a sigh for the second time.

"You went to the trouble of coming to me just to fight for yourself, Ms. Skeeter, and to expose the truth?"

Amosta crossed his fingers and smiled coldly,

"I'm not doing this to settle my own problems, Ms. Skeeter, but to stop you from making a mistake without mentioning the Dark Wizard who has no factual evidence to suggest that he is associated with me, and who committed a crime in Grimmauld Place, just outside of London,

As for what you mentioned in your report about what happened that night when I was at Hogwarts. There's not a single thing in your story that comes close to the truth, Ms. Skeeter, and if that article does make it, I'm doing something to protect my reputation. ”

Rita Skeeter is an experienced and hard-line journalist, and throughout her career, she has interviewed dignitaries from ministries of magic and prominent figures in the wizarding world, and she has always been able to take the initiative in conversation, so that the 'big guys' gradually get caught off guard in her sharp questions, and finally her mental defenses are breached.

However, Amosta Blaine didn't seem to care about her 'prestige' at all, and there was a heavy aura of the abyss in this young wizard that suppressed her, preventing her from 'playing freely'.

"Prian and Filoa—surely you still remember their names, Amosta, two innocent little wizards were seriously injured by you, that's the truth, isn't it?"

Rita stared intently into Amosta's eyes, a stiff smile on her face with a large chin.

"The truth?"

Amosta was amused,

"Someone like you, Ms. Skeeter, should understand that truth is always a relativized word, and that what neither you, nor the people of the wizarding world, are seeking is ever 'truth.'"

(End of chapter)