The familiar old man's voice sounded in his ears, someone was humming "Where is the witch", Rita Skeeter was in total darkness, trying to open her eyes, but failed.

"Rita? Is Hogwarts on vacation?"

"Son, why are you back? Come and taste the screaming cookies I just made!"

"Rita?"

The voice was silent for a while, "It doesn't matter, the school that dropped you without showing any substantive evidence, you won't learn anything there."

"I will teach you knowledge."

Rita Skeeter didn't want to hear the old man's voice at this time, so she covered her ears and turned herself into a beetle.

"Rita..." The old man's voice became weak.

Rita Skeeter's eyes lit up, with warm European-style yellow wallpaper, old wooden floors, and a wrinkled old man lying on the comfortable big bed.

The beetle that Rita Skeeter turned into landed on the back of the old man's hand.

"Rita, baby granddaughter, have you come back to see me?" The old man laughed, causing her chest to vibrate, and she quickly coughed.

Beetle Skeeter saw a glass of water being handed over, and suddenly found someone standing beside the bed, an acquaintance, who was himself in his twenties.

"Thank you, Rita dear," the old man smiled and took the glass of water.

The image in my memory flashed.

"You guys get out of there!" Beetle Skeeter yelled, but to no avail, she couldn't change anything, just like a real beetle.

A man in a black robe broke in and shouted, "Go to **** with your crap! Rita Skeeter!"

The green light hit the old man who was struggling to jump off the bed to protect his granddaughter.

"Rita...run away..."

Rita Skeeter opened her eyes.

She found herself in a gorgeous room with two green four-poster beds, dark green decorations, and huge glass windows in front of her.

And he became a huge teddy bear with his limbs tied.

This is simply a nightmare.

"Good evening, Miss Skeeter," Anna walked out of the bathroom and wiped the toothpaste bubbles from her mouth, "Is it a good experience to go back to Hogwarts?"

"Our hospitality is quite warm, right?" Picking up the tape, Anna easily cut a short section.

"You're going to kill me?" Rita Skeeter couldn't use magic after turning into a teddy bear, which felt very bad.

Anna paused for a moment when she was about to stick the tape to Skeeter's fluffy mouth. "Ms. Skeeter, how could you have such an evil idea? I'm just a harmless little girl."

"I don't know what made you have such a wrong perception, but I tell you clearly, I will not kill, not now, nor in the future."

"Besides, what can I gain by killing you?" Anna smiled. "I always believed that only by being alive can people exert their own initiative, atone for their crimes, or turn a temporary stalemate into a turnaround."

"?" Bear Skeeter was silent.

"Don't worry too much, just let you stay here for a while and enjoy the customs of Hogwarts."

This local customs is really authentic.

Anna continued, "I know you are an unregistered beetle magus with the Ministry of Magic. This is a very powerful shape-shifting magic."

Rita Teddy Bear looked terrified, "How...how did you know?!"

Anna didn't answer this question, "You fly to the residence of famous wizards by turning into a beetle, peeping into other people's privacy, and then combining the truth and the false, combined with your own subjective consciousness, you create one article after another full of explosive points."

"After you became famous, you let go of yourself, and there were more and more false things in the reports, and even began to guide public opinion..."

Rita Teddy Bear shivered.

"Distortion, exaggeration, like last year's incident at the Weasleys, where the blue Ford only appeared briefly in the air and stayed for no more than two minutes - and you slandered the Weasleys for smuggling in Muggle cars with a story ?"

Anna took out a newspaper from the blue flowery cloth bag and shook it in front of Rita Skeeter, "The Weasleys will probably only be criticized and educated, but they will be fined 50 Galleons for your reporting. Families that are not already wealthy are worse off."

"And the escape of the dragon at Gringotts," Anna took out another newspaper, "what is \'the story the dragon and the goblin had to tell\'? The dragon fell in love with the goblin guarding it, so he eloped What? What magical realism? It's not true at all!"

"Your reports have no respect for goblins at all, making the relationship between wizards and goblins worse and worse, and why are there so many 'stories you have to tell'?"

"And the stubble on Harry Potter's butt," Anna paused for a moment, "you exposed other people's privacy without permission, causing him a lot of trouble, and still wakes up crying from sleep to this day. !"

"Ah!" Harry sneezed inexplicably in his little room that was gradually getting warmer on Privet Drive.

"Harry—" Dudley, who was next door to Harry's room, woke up exhausted and passed out on the bed, complaining impatiently and aggrieved, "No sneezing!"

Harry rubbed his nose, stared at Da Hei, who was running from Anna's house to play, thinking, could it be that dog hair got into his nose?

Dahei didn't know it, and wagged his tail happily.

The camera returns to Anna's bedroom.

"I just wrote what the readers want to see!" Rita Skeeter shook her body hard~lightnovelpub.net~ I am also trying to survive! "

"You can survive if you write the truth without exaggeration," Anna picked up her hand, "your profession is a reporter, documenting real people, and in my opinion, you just want to make more money and don't care at all Is what you reported true?"

"Also made up all kinds of lace news to attack good wizards. It's really linked to evil forces. I don't think you dare to expose it at all.

"You don't understand!" Rita Teddy Bear became excited. "Reporting the facts will not make people survive! Reporting the truth will always put reporters in danger! You don't know this at all!"

\'Rita...run away\', Rita Skeeter will never forget how her grandmother was brutally killed by the Death Eaters.

Just because of my young self, when I first became a reporter, I wrote several critical and true reports with great ambition.

"Since you think so, why did you choose to become a reporter?" Anna asked, "Just to make money?"

Rita Skeeter fell silent and did not answer.

"Well then, I don't want to say I'm not reluctant, Ms. Skeeter," Anna shook the tape in her hand, "I have a proposal..."

There were footsteps outside the door.

Anna deftly put the magic tape on Rita Teddy Bear's mouth. Using her previous experience of hiding snacks to avoid Abigail's inspection, she pushed the Teddy Bear under the bed.

"Huh—" Belinda walked in while she was lazy, and fell down on the bed.

"Exit a candle Anna," Belinda instructed. "I finished my potions homework in one night. I'm a genius, but geniuses are so tired right now."

"Uh... well..." Anna put out the magic candle.

The room darkened.