Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 546 I am not the Dark Lord

"Oh, you brought me big news?"

Rita concealed her nervousness with a curious smile, but it was poorly concealed. Her scalp was still numb and her heart was pounding in her chest.

After a series of events, Amosta Brain's reputation was surprisingly good. Most people were extremely grateful that night of the Quidditch final. Brain's timely action almost saved many magical civilizations around the world. However, among the praises and praises, there are also some different voices.

Rita is a well-informed real-time reporter. She has also heard many bad arguments, and some of them are not unreasonable.

Rita looked at Brian tentatively, but the man was unmoved and just looked at her quietly.

Rita had no choice but to pick up the parchment on the table. She unfolded the letter flexibly with her fat fingers. After moving her jeweled glasses, she squinted and looked carefully at the parchment, which was a bit abnormally long. And the familiar names on the letter made Rita's eyes suddenly focus.

"Oh, Merlin's beard!"

Rita, who was sitting there casually, suddenly sat upright. She scratched the letter from the top to the bottom with her thick fingers, and uncontrollably recited the name on it, as well as the detailed information about the spoils after the name.

Amosta watched Rita's reaction after seeing this thing with interest.

To be honest, he was a little surprised. He thought Rita Skeeter would tremble with excitement after seeing the list. However, as time went by, Rita's eyebrows became higher and higher. Her lips pursed tighter and tighter, and her hands began to tremble, but according to Amosta's judgment, this was not necessarily caused by excitement.

Several candles supported by cheap bronze candlesticks on the table emitted dim light. From time to time, a few bright sparks popped out of the stable flame, but they were fleeting and fleeting.

Rita's eyes wandered back and forth over the names on the parchment. She looked at it very carefully, as if she wanted to carve the information on the paper into her mind. It wasn't until Amosta had finished two glasses of sherry that she took the parchment away. The paper moved away from her eyes, and her white face decorated with powder puffs was really a bit pale now.

"I can't believe, Blaine, you have something like this-"

Rita's exaggerated tone disappeared when she spoke, which made her voice that was almost squeezed out of her throat not so disgusting. She gripped a corner of the parchment tightly,
"This thing will bring down the Ministry of Magic!"

Rita said through gritted teeth.

"Why do you think so?"

Amosta smiled and shook his head.

"As one of the most famous current affairs reporters of the Daily Prophet, I thought you had seen some of the world, Rita, but your performance really disappointed me."

"What do you want to do, Blaine?"

Rita Skeeter stared at the man opposite her, her eyes almost filled with hatred, "You want me to expose it, and you want me to put this thing in the Daily Prophet for everyone to see? "

"If so?"

Amosta seemed to find Rita's reaction very interesting. He still looked at the somewhat explosive Rita Skeeter with interest and said casually.

At a certain moment, Rita Skeeter had the urge to pick up her bag and leave, but she knew very clearly that she would never be able to leave without the permission of the man opposite, especially since she had already seen such a fatal thing. Of course, Rita didn't think that Blaine would kill her now. There were so many people outside watching her walk into Blaine's box, but he must have some way to make himself speechless, or even, After walking out of the door of the Leaky Cauldron, something seemingly reasonable happened.

Amosta Brain is not a moral model like Dumbledore who can't fault him at all. Anyone who knows a little bit about Brain knows this very well.

"Oh, then you might as well tell the Ministry of Magic that I'm an illegal Animagus, Blaine!"

Rita bit her head tightly, her eyes cold.
"Maybe I'm lucky and my brain won't be damaged by the disgusting dementors. Then after I'm released, I can spend the rest of my life with the gold I've saved over the years. And if I destroy this thing In the newspapers. Oh, with all due respect, I don't think there's any chance of this getting in the newspapers, but if I insist on doing it, oh, maybe my dream of writing a biography of Albus Dumbledore will be dashed!"

Looking at the furious Rita Skeeter, Amosta laughed.
"Much smarter than you think, Rita."

Rita Skeeter didn't look happy at all after being praised. She stood up with a roar, her eyes reflecting the firelight, feeling angry that Amosta Blaine wanted to drag her into a fatal trouble. ,
"Maybe you want to seize power and replace Cornelius Fudge as Minister of Magic, Brian, but you can't drag me down with this matter-"

Rita gasped a few times and said bitterly,
"I know the faces of those politicians better than you do. I know where their bottom line is. They may not mind the news I bring out from time to time to make them disgraced, but if it really threatens their status, they won't care if they personally Laws made!”

"Look wisely -" Amosta clapped his hands and said in admiration,

"But please sit down first, I haven't finished speaking yet, right?"

After a slight hesitation, Rita Skeeter sat down, not only because she could not resist Amosta Blaine's order, but also because she wanted to see what Blaine was up to.

"You have already read this list. Later, you can re-copy part of it and take it back. I will go to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow morning to meet with Fudge. At that time, I will tell him what you have done. There is such a list, and it is going to be published in the Daily Prophet. Don’t get excited, just listen--"

Amosta made a gesture, interrupting Rita Skeeter who was eager to argue.

"This matter is of great importance. It can be expected that Fudge will personally negotiate with you to convince you not to do this. You can follow his instructions and give up publishing the information on the parchment."

Amosta spread his hands to indicate that he had finished speaking.

"that's it?"

Rita opened her mouth in surprise.

"Of course, you can also discuss conditions with Fudge and get yourself some privileges or Galleons. You are a very experienced and measured person. I think you must know where the scale is. Oh, there is one thing I must do. Let me remind you, Fudge will probably ask you if I gave you this list. At that time, you have to insist on your story. If he asks you where you got the information from, well, you are very good at making up stories. Rita, I believe you can give our Minister of Magic a convincing answer."

Rita closed her mouth slowly, her green eyes flashing. She had realized that Amosta Brain probably didn't want to use this list to bring down the Ministry of Magic, nor did he want to drive her to death. Of course, he is indeed using himself for some other ulterior purposes.

But before she could ask, Amosta finally said calmly with a sense of majesty befitting his status,
"Watch your curiosity, Rita."

Rita's breath suffocated, and her chest rose and fell rapidly.

"You're asking for my help, aren't you, Blaine, but why should I help you?"

"This is also good for you, isn't it?"

Amosta said calmly,
"As long as you don't insist on publishing the list and make a guarantee to Fudge, I don't think he will do anything to you. And you do have a weak spot in the Ministry of Magic. If something happens to you in the future, Accident, maybe you can escape because of this——"

Rita raised her eyebrows and had nothing to say.

"Then, let's do this-"

Amosta didn't wait for Rita to give a clear answer. He drank some of the remaining wine and sighed happily.

"Good night, Ms. Rita Skeeter--"

After saying this, Amosta stood up from the chair, and after two steps, he touched the door handle.

"Wait, Blaine!"

The door crack opened, and just as Amosta was about to leave, Rita suddenly called him.The woman stared with very fearful eyes, hesitated for a while, and then said dryly,
"You also surprise me, Blaine. You have such power. No matter what you want to do, Fudge can't stop you, but you spend so much effort. I mean, this list is definitely not that easy to get." ——”

"hehe--"

Amosta chuckled softly and turned away, but his voice clearly reached Rita's ears through the closed door.
"I am not the Dark Lord, Ms. Rita Skeeter—"





(End of this chapter)