"Okay, then, this dear Miss Anna," Ms. Rita Skeeter affectionately called Anna's name in the narrow broom room, even though they were not very familiar.

"Hello, Ms. Skeeter," Anna adjusted her sitting position, trying to find a comfortable position in the broom room.

God knows why Rita Skeeter has a soft spot for the broom, when Professor McGonagall tried to arrange an empty classroom for her to interview, "Professor McGonagall, I'm not sure if those empty classrooms will be There is something hiding that interferes with my interview."

Professor McGonagall rolled her eyes.

But one thing is certain, Rita Skeeter believes that the broom room is absolutely safe and no one is listening. The key is that no one else is present and can tamper with the interview content at will.

Anna also likes the broom room, a must-have place for hide-and-seek. It's dark and damp. Very few people come here, and very few people find anyone hiding here, no matter who it is.

"Just call me Rita," Skeeter smiled. "I believe the next interview will quickly bring us closer."

Hopefully, Anna keeps smiling.

Skeeter took out a handful of candles from the crocodile-skin pouch, lit them, and let them float in the air, lighting up the broom.

"Do you mind if I use a shorthand?" Skeeter said to himself, looking into Anna's eyes. "I don't think you would mind, Muggle-born, isn't it, Anna? The shorthand is a wizarding reporter. standard, you may not know…”

"Yes, I don't know, ma'am," I knew it very well, and I knew you were a beetle.

"You've learned something new," Skeeter took out a green, flamboyant quill, and then took out a roll of magic parchment and put it on a wooden box.

Anna frowned because she saw Ms. Skeeter put the quill tip into her mouth extremely unsanitarily, as if tasting something delicious.

As a talkative reporter, Skeeter still lacks security awareness.

If someone wanted to kill Skeeter, all they had to do was get the nib of her stylus smeared with the juice of the Widow's Poison Mushroom, that's too easy.

Skeeter stood the saliva-stained quill on the parchment, "Test, I'm Rita Skeeter, a reporter for the Daily Prophet."

The quill moved quickly, \'Charming smile, Rita Skeeter laughs everything loses its luster, thirty-eight years old, golden hair exudes a soft brilliance, she uses words as a weapon to pierce the world's lies …\'

Then weave a bigger lie.

Anna looked away from the parchment. To be honest, this text had absolutely nothing to do with Rita Skeeter, and it was even a bit irritating.

"Okay, it looks like the quill is in good shape today," Skeeter tore off the parchment, folded it and put it in her bag, leaning forward slightly to approach Anna, "So, Anna, are you in August? went to Azkaban with Headmaster Dumbledore?"

Before Anna could speak, the quill began to travel across the parchment, \'with long dry, muddy hair and a pale face, she looked obviously malnourished. Staring at me, she seemed to want to tell me something, but maybe she had been warned by Dumbledore, she hesitated to say anything...\'

"I've been," Anna raised her eyebrows, "but it was just a legal education event, nothing special, and Headmaster Dumbledore didn't warn me..."

\'The girl trembled in defense of Headmaster Dumbledore, it seemed that she was indeed warned, and knew what to say and what not to say, I couldn't help but feel a little pity for her, eleven year old Muggle-born girl, why did she fall into Dumbledore The conspiracy of Brido's secret weaving...\'The quill pen is full of thoughts.

"Anna, look at me, please? Don't keep staring at that quill pen," Rita Skeeter tried to turn Anna's face back with her hands, but Anna deftly avoided it.

"Your pen is playing by itself," Anna said in a normal tone. "Do we really need to continue? It records not our conversation at all."

"Just some artistic processing, girl," Skeeter waved his hand, "words need artistic processing..."

"Your processing grinds away the truth."

"No, you're wrong little girl," Skeeter sat upright, put down his raised legs, and put his hands together, "after processing is the truth, the more real truth, I will let everyone think that this is the the truth."

Anna stood up, "Ma'am, I don't think it's necessary to continue," she walked to the door and put her hand on the door handle.

"Anna, I have to remind you that if you want to end the interview now," Rita Skeeter was still sitting there, "then I don't know what this quill pen will write."

With her back to Skeeter, Anna fiddled with the doorknob, making a metal crashing sound, as if hesitating.

"It was Hogwarts secretly suppressing the Muggle-born little wizard, or it was Headmaster Dumbledore's shocking conspiracy," Rita Skeeter paused for a second, "or maybe you and Headmaster Dumbledore had to say something. Relationship."

"You mean to say that Headmaster Dumbledore is a pedophile? He still likes little girls?" Anna turned around.

"I haven't said that yet, kid," Rita Skeeter smiled, "but I don't know what this quill will write if you end the interview early."

"Go on," Anna stepped back from the door, retracted her wand into her sleeve, and sat back to its original position.

"Very good," Skeeter glanced at Anna's green-patterned robe, "I just like Slytherin students. They are smart enough to know how to do things that are beneficial to them. Those who know the times are the best."

"You are also a student of Slytherin?"

"No, I'm from Ravenclaw," Skeeter wanted to end the topic as quickly as possible. "Let's talk about you, why did Headmaster Dumbledore take you to Azkaban? What's so special about you?"

"Since you were once a student of Hogwarts," Anna didn't answer, but continued the previous topic, "Why do you slander Hogwarts?"

The quill was writing quickly, and some interesting content appeared wonderfully. \'The girl Anna did not answer the question of the Skeeter reporter, but threw another sharp question, which was very rare. stumped. \'

\'The influence of Hogwarts on Ms. Skeeter in her teenage years can be said to be significant. What happened in those days to make this beautiful student with excellent academic performance and academic performance tragically drop out of school...\'

Dropped out, Rita Skeeter dropped out.

Rita Skeeter quickly tore off the parchment on which the quill pen wrote the words, crumpled it into a ball, and rudely threw it into the bag.

"Magic objects always go wrong, maybe I should get a quill instead."

After a brief silence, she returned to her expression of not caring about anything, "Speaking of slander, how can it be called slander?"

"I just peel off the skin of the truth layer by layer to reveal the most real thing," she said quickly, "Sometimes, many people just need this kind of truth."

Anna and Skeeter looked at each other, Anna laughed, showing her white teeth, "Okay, Ms. Rita, I believe we have drawn a lot of distance, so let me tell you what you want to know."

Anna leaned forward, "Headmaster Dumbledore took me to Azkaban, under the guise of legal education. In fact, he wanted to confuse the public. There is only one ultimate goal—"

"That is to help Sirius Black escape."

"..." This is what Skeeter wanted to make up, and now Anna has said it directly.

Skeeter frowned, she didn't expect to hear such \'truth\', and the quill stopped, "You mean it? Wait...why?"

The absurd artistic processing has become a reality, Skeeter herself does not believe it, she cowered and dared not write the \'truth\' into the article, she tore off a piece of text just written by the quill pen.

"Why did the greatest white wizard of this century release Mysterio's most loyal believer, the murderer Sirius Black?" Rita Skeeter's voice trembled, she dared not imagine what it meant.

"Perhaps, they are one end?" Anna expressed Skeeter's fear.

"Anyway, this is the truth, I have told you," Anna stared at her, "Why, do you dare to write it? In the newspaper?"

Rita Skeeter didn't dare, she even wanted to stay away from Hogwarts, thinking that the world of magic was about to change.

All her presumptuousness is based on the fact that Dumbledore is the greatest white wizard of this century. He speaks morals, obeys the law, and is a good person, so she dares to write all kinds of rumors, because she thinks that the good head Dumbledore will not do something to her.

Rita Skeeter hurriedly packed up her interview items, "Anna, I'm glad you can accept my interview. I think the time may be almost up. I think there is no need to continue..."

Anna sat in the same position and didn't respond.

Rita Skeeter stood up and walked towards the door.

The door couldn't be opened, "Araho cave!" Rita Skeeter took out her wand and cast an unlocking spell on the door.

Still can't open.

"All the locks in the broomrooms at Hogwarts have anti-Araho hole-opening spells," Anna's voice came from behind Skeeter~lightnovelpub.net~ but it's easy to open the door, pick the lock, or… "

The sound of metal collision sounded, "Pick up Filch's key."

"Hey! Is there anyone? Is there anyone outside?!" Rita Skeeter screamed, and even cast a \'loud voice spell\' on herself, but there was no movement outside.

"Silent spell," Anna's voice brought a bit of joy, "I've learned a new spell, and no one will agree to break your throat."

"Little girl, you are just an eleven-year-old child who has mastered a few low-level magic spells," Rita Skeeter calmed down, and even felt that her call for help just now was too stupid, "You really think you can Keep me in check? A journalist who has been through all kinds of emergencies?"

"I just need to subdue you and wait for my partner to come to me," Skeeter laughed with his red lips cracked. "This is not bad. It can also expose Dumbledore's conspiracy and seek as a weakling. Shelter of the Ministry of Magic..."

"All petrified!" Rita Skeeter cast a spell on Anna.

"It's a beautiful idea, Ms. Skeeter," Anna took out Ichiro Takeuchi's metal wand, nimbly dodged Ms. Skeeter's spell, pressed her face directly, and waved the metal wand to greet Skeeter's Brain melon.

"Ah!" The scream of the fox being stepped on its tail sounded, and Ms. Skeeter fell to the ground, incapacitated.

The wand fell to the side and was picked up by Anna.

The wizard encounters an assassin pretending to be a wizard in a small space, "You...my partner will find me...let me..." Unlucky Skeeter muttered.

Anna took out the teddy bear ring and put it on Skeeter's finger skillfully, "No, he won't."

"I would say, you turned into a beetle and flew away."

Rita Skeeter passed out.