Rita finally realized one thing, that is, the young age sitting across from her, who might still be working as a cold bench in an unpopular department if she was placed in the Ministry of Magic, or that Amosta Blaine, who ran errands everywhere, was not her usual brainless 'idiot'.

He's very smart, he's vigilant, and most importantly, Amosta Blaine has amazing connections in private.

You know, even if the Minister of Magic wanted to take her article down from the Daily Prophet, it would not be easy, but according to what she had heard, Amosta Bryan actually had the energy to order her article to be taken down by the company when the next issue of the newspaper had already begun to be printed in large quantities.

"I don't understand what you mean, Amosta-"

Rita raised her eyebrows, which were depicted thickly, and smeared a thick layer of powder, so that the smile on her face that caused her expression to be a little stiff disappeared, and her eyes became indifferent.

"Our readers have the right to know the truth, Amosta, and it's my job to dig up the truth."

When the silence fell, Rita's shorthand quill began to spread rumors again:

When I asked about the horrific attack on his classmates at Hogwarts (the details of which I will attach to the report), Amosta Bryan, who became famous for killing Greyback, flatly denied it and reacted violently, which makes us wonder the true face of this hero, who is shrouded in heroic aura.

Amosta shook her head in disappointment.

He had brought the female reporter in to have a good chat with her and establish a certain level of friendship, but he really didn't expect Rita Skeeter to be so stubborn in trying to make rumors about him.

"I think it was a mistake to start this conversation, Ms. Rita Skeeter—"

Bang!

In the bright sunlight, the glass coffee table reflecting the sun's rays suddenly burst into flames, and Rita Skeeter sprang up to try to retrieve her crocodile leather bracelet and her quill pen from the flames, but the flames were so blazing that in the blink of an eye, all her belongings were reduced to ashes.

After a few breaths, the flames died down, leaving the glass coffee table and a pot of greenery on the table intact, while the breeze blew and the remnants of the ashes swirled out of the glass fence and disappeared cleanly.

"How dare you do that, Amosta!"

Rita Skeeter, who has interviewed countless famous wizards in her career, has never met such an unscrupulous person, and she glared at Amosta with a vicious expression,

"Amosta Blaine, you will pay for your actions, I swear, you will be ruined!"

"Let's go, Rita Skeeter, I still have something to do, so I won't send you away personally--"

With a wave of his hand, the door to the living room opened automatically, and Amosta said lightly.

If Rita Skeeter understood the rules behind the illusion of peace and tranquility in the wizarding world, whether on the ground or under the ground, she wouldn't do anything stupid on impulse, and if she wasn't really sober enough, she would have ruined her career, or in the worst case, she would face the same or worse fate as the guy who was also a best-selling author.

Rita Skeeter left in a rage, slamming the door as she left.

Amosta just shook his head slightly, got up and walked to the desk, continuing to work on the interrupted reply.

Rita Skeeter, who was standing in front of the door, was blue and panting,

"Damn Amosta Blaine. No one has ever dared to do that, phew. Intercept my reports, ruin my stuff! ”

Rita stared at the door with fierce eyes, thinking about something in her heart.

"There's going to be something shady, right, oh, of course, all these big names are like that. It's not easy to find someone to ask, Brian is mysterious, and no one knows what he's done in the two or three years since he left Hogwarts. There's a problem with that."

Before coming to the door today, Rita Skeeter had investigated the Amosta Blaine who suddenly appeared in the public eye, but the results of the investigation were not satisfactory.

All the information she could find was from before Amosta graduated from Hogwarts, and after graduation, until last year, when she was hired by the Hogwarts Board to enter the school in search of a Slytherin Descendant, Amosta seemed to have completely disappeared from the wizarding world, and could not investigate any information.

Amosta Bryan did not choose to work for the Ministry of Magic, nor did he work for one of the most prestigious companies in the wizarding world, and he had all cut ties with his former classmates.

There is only one possible explanation for this, and that is that Amosta Bryne has returned to the Muggle world and has no contact with the wizarding world.

But is this possible?

It is as inconceivable that a powerful wizard would choose to hang out with Muggles away from the wizarding world, like a centaur leaving the forest and running to Diagon Alley to make a living.

And, how did he build connections with those powerful people?

There is only one possibility, he hides his identity, and has been secretly working for those rotten pure-blood wizard families, and for those politicians who are not on the corpse.

Rita's eyes flashed with smugness, and she thought she had discovered the truth of the matter.

However, she now lacks crucial evidence.

Rita is not one of those novice reporters, she knows what kind of reports can attract the public's attention, and it is not enough to rely on rumors alone, there must be part of the truth in the lie to make it difficult for people to distinguish the truth from the false!

Rita's eyes sparkled with good intentions, and she remembered the pile of letters on the desk in her room.

"You're going to pay the price soon"

After making up her mind, Rita's expression became cheerful, and she glared at the door with contempt, and hurried into the hallway with an arrogant step.

If only a few cruel words were said, and he began to tremble and panic all day, then Amosta may not have been able to sleep well all these years, and Rita Skeeter's visit was just a small episode for him, and he was soon left behind.

Probably because the letters had been cleaned up, the desk in the room looked much cleaner, and glancing at the place where the clock and minutes were on the wall, Amosta stretched and sighed, and closed the magic book in front of him.

In late February, late at night, the breeze wandering among the high-rise buildings is already mixed with a strong spring atmosphere.

Standing on the balcony and looking out, the quiet city is still brightly lit, and even the clear moonlight cast by the bright moon on the earth melts in this turbid halo.

Maybe it's because he's been worrying a lot lately, but for a while, his head has been swollen intermittently, and when the abnormality disappears, it's followed by tiredness that goes deep into the bone marrow.

It is unusual for a wizard with great mana to have an abundance of energy that ordinary people can't match, and it may indicate that there is something wrong with his body, and the problem has already begun to become serious.

"I'm old."

Amosta smiled self-deprecatingly, then turned and walked into the room, closed the glass door and lay down on the bed to rest with his eyes closed, but from the slight twitching of his brow he could tell, he was probably enduring something.

The lights in the last room of the hotel building were finally turned off, and at the top of a pine tree in the courtyard downstairs of the hotel, a large fat beetle that was not common in this season, fluttered its wings and flew swiftly into the air, flying towards the house that had just been extinguished.

The beetle rested at the top of the glass railing, and when it was found through the gap in the curtain that the owner of the room was already lying down, the humming of the beetle's wings trembled with joy.

It behaved patiently, and instead of trying to break into the room immediately, it pretended to be a normal beetle in the city, climbing up and down the glass panes, pretending to be interested in the mosquito carcass stuck to the glass guardrail.

There was no unusual movement in the room, and after twenty minutes, the beetle finally couldn't hold it back, it landed on the floor of the balcony, looked at the gap between the sliding door and the floor, and made a charge, trying to squeeze into the room through the gap!

Rumble!

The fire was as bright as Christmas fireworks for a moment, and the roar of the explosion made the trance of more than a dozen nearby rooms make a hula tremble, and the lights were lit one after another in the black-lit and blind rooms, and people ran around in panic, screaming everywhere, and people on the entire three or four floors were shouting that there had been a gas explosion!

Looking at the completely shattered glass doors and guardrails made of tempered glass, and Rita Skeeter, who was half a little body hanging hundreds of feet in the air, her blond hair and cheeks burnt black, and her mouth spitting black smoke and fainting, Amosta raised an eyebrow and smiled strangely

(End of chapter)