Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Chapter 185 We are sure, Senior Tom.

Rita looked at Harry distraught.

She couldn't accept this fact, her throat seemed to be stuffed with cement, the air was stagnant around her, suffocating her, she struggled for a long time before opening her mouth, and the voice she spit out was extremely hoarse, which startled herself: "Bo Mr. Te, are you kidding me?"

"No." Harry shook his head expressionlessly. "Maybe, I need to reiterate?"

Rita was terrified, and stood up as if someone was pulling her scalp.

But her feet were weak, and her body left the support of the stool, and she immediately fell limp and hard to the ground.

Ron reacted quickly, took out his wand, and was about to cast a spell.

The Daily Prophet's report flashed through his mind.

Hermione's expressionless face, like Harry's, flashed past.

Treatises on potions, charms, transfiguration flashed by.

He stopped abruptly, and watched Rita hit the ground with a thud, which was heavy and loud, and it was a good head.

Rita didn't feel any pain at all, the feeling like a knife in her heart overwhelmed everything else.

She hated herself so much that she wanted to ask Hermione to borrow a time-turner, go back a minute, and knock herself out and half to death.

Obviously Mr. Potter reminded himself!

To make it so clear, Tom Riddle is a dangerous man best not to know.

I owe it to myself, what to ask!

I have been a reporter for so many years, and I have been so successful. Is it because I have the ability to know what to write and what not to write—even if it is for the sake of newspaper sales, I must not talk about some explosive topics. , such as "Dumbledore is demented and crazy" and the like, and has never been retaliated against.

Of course, this has something to do with her background being Fudge.

Why have you forgotten all about it now!

Can you exchange all your belongings for a brain that has never heard of this matter?

She raised her head with difficulty and looked at Harry: "Mr. Potter, I.I."

"You already know about it." Harry said softly.

Rita struggled to get up, grabbed the stool legs, and sat back down again: "I, I'm not very afraid, the mysterious man is dead, yes, he was killed by you, the savior of the magical world that night!"

"Even if I didn't know"

Harry interrupted her: "Really, is he really dead?"

Rita was empty, and looked at Maotong blankly: "Mr. Potter, what are you talking about?"

"Eleven years, he's been dead, and the Death Eaters have been killed."

"He's not dead." Harry maintained his gentle tone, "He's still alive, just weak."

"You should have heard rumors about some things about Hogwarts? I mean those after I enrolled."

Rita nodded.

Of course she knew that as a reporter, how could she not be sensitive to the incidents, but she didn't know much about these incidents, and she could only hear strange rumors from other little wizards, and the truth lay with the professor and Harry. in mind.

Although she was only looking for sales, not word of mouth, rumors might be more interesting than the truth, but the report could not be published, and Dumbledore would not allow it.

Dumbledore won't allow it.

What a simple four words.

It became the heaviest hill on the head of the newspaper, causing her to lose a lot of performance.

"In the first grade, Voldemort possessed Quirrell, who was the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at the time. He wanted to steal something, but I found out and stopped him." Harry said lightly.

"In the second year, it was still Voldemort, and he opened the Chamber of Secrets again." Harry noticed the change in the expression on Rita's face, and nodded slightly, "Yes, he is the heir of Slytherin, I can hardly imagine, you guys How stupid and perfunctory it is to place this charge on Professor Hagrid."

Rita's face didn't change much, only the fear of the name "Voldemort".

It was even milder than her cursing at the Ministry of Magic, not even a word starting with an "F".

"I have seen it with my own eyes, and I have fought against him more than once." Harry made his final conclusion, "He is still alive, I know it, and Professor Dumbledore knows it."

Rita panicked: "What about the third grade, are you also a mysterious person?"

"I heard you put the professor"

Harry shook his head: "No, he didn't show up in the third year. As for Professor Snape, it's just some parental grievances."

"You really cut the professor!" Rita screamed, she had always believed that this was definitely a rumor.

Harry waved his hand, calmly: "It's not important."

Rita subconsciously shook her head.

No, it's important!

At least for myself, it is very important.

Her judgment of Harry has always been in the status of a "student". No matter how good he is, he is no more than the level of an outstanding graduate of the seventh grade - such as doing odd jobs in the Ministry of Magic, without any sense of existence, and like a cow and a horse, he still can't get it. Percy promoted by the boss.

Now we have to keep going higher.

Professor no, it's the dean!

Snape was no ordinary professor, he was the youngest potion master and the head of Slytherin.

If it wasn't for the horror that eroded her whole body and she didn't have any strength, she would have raised her hand to give herself a few big mouths. The time dimension she wanted to cross would be longer. Now she not only wants to go back to ten minutes ago, but even half a year ago.

Rita, Rita, you've got a job.

You dare to offend this kind of person so much. If you have the time, wouldn't it be good to write more articles scolding the Ministry of Magic, Fudge, and Dumbledore?

"Voldemort is not dead yet, he may be brewing a huge conspiracy." Harry continued softly.

Nerves jumped and flashed across her head. Rita's face became paler, her expression became more frightened, and her body became more limp: "A mysterious person instigated the Quidditch World Cup?"

Harry didn't speak, he didn't know this.

But from Rita's point of view, he is the default.

"The Goblet of Fire spat out your name three times, and the Death Eaters did it?" Rita swallowed hard, her mouth so dry that there wasn't a drop of liquid in her mouth.

Harry nodded: "Probably."

As he spoke, he paused: "I'll tell you an interesting piece of news. Why do I suspect that Barty Crouch Jr. is still alive, because after the start of school, I found out that Professor Moody was replaced by someone named " Barty Crouch "the man that replaced him."

"Director Scrimgeour first confirmed that Mr. Barty Crouch of the Department of International Magical Cooperation is still in the Ministry of Magic."

"But when he came to Hogwarts to arrest "Barty Crouch" who replaced Professor Moody, he found that Mr. Barty Crouch was Barty Crouch from the Department of International Magical Cooperation , and during the pursuit, an accident occurred, and Barty Crouch died."

Rita is a little pissed.

Another terrible news.

So that's how Mr. Barty Crouch died? If it can be published in newspapers, how many copies must be sold, and what a performance must be!

"Why do you doubt Barty Crouch Jr.?" Rita frowned. "Mr. Potter, you don't seem to have seen what the Barty Crouch who replaced Professor Moody looked like? Why isn't it the same person? The one from the Ministry of Magic, is it a charm? Or a house-elf in disguise?"

"While house-elves can't take Polyjuice Potion, there's always magic."

Harry nodded: "This possibility is not ruled out."

"But at the Quidditch World Cup, the leader of the Death Eaters was able to use Crouch's house-elf, and he's not the same old Barty Crouch."

"And I found an invisibility cloak that smelled of that Death Eater leader at the place where Barty Crouch died."

"There's a good chance he was there when Barty Crouch Sr. died."

Rita found it harder to breathe.

These things entangled her like a mess, and she was like a moth in a spider's web, struggling but useless.

"Mr. Potter, why did you tell me this?" After a long time, she calmed down, her face was pale, and she asked in a trembling voice.

Harry smiled slightly: "Miss Skeeter, this is what you want to know."

Rita clutched her chest.

Pain, twisting pain.

"This is more stable than the unbreakable oath." Harry continued, "When a person is in a death situation, he will struggle with all his strength, and often can burst out with unexpected strength."

"Miss Skeeter, I believe you have more potential and greater ability."

Rita gritted her teeth, she would rather become more mediocre than this, but it was too late, she had heard all that should be heard, she took a deep breath: "Mr. Potter, will you protect me?"

"Professor Dumbledore and I can do both." Harry nodded and promised earnestly, "You are very smart and graduated from Ravenclaw. I think you should know what to do and what not to do."

"Of course I understand!" Rita said loudly, spitting out the words from her throat, "I've made a mistake once, and it's impossible to make a second mistake."

Harry nodded and raised two fingers: "Two things, don't forget."

"One is to go to Crouch's house to see if there is any trace of little Crouch." Rita frowned, "What about the other one?"

Overheard yourself?

impossible.

Harry said: "It's still related to Tom Riddle. He should have inquired a lot about the Big Four back then. He was collecting their relics, maybe the relics of the Gaunt family, and other legendary wizards and legendary items. .”

"I need you to find out as much as possible which things he has been interested in, how much he has collected, collected them, and where he might hide them."

Rita's newly born strength dissipated immediately after hearing this passage: "You asked me to collect news about the mysterious person!"

"Mr. Potter, do you want me to die?"

"If you can, you should do it yourself, the mysterious man. He is very cruel."

Harry shook his head: "Relax, he is very weak now, so weak that even you, even Crookshanks, even Ron, as long as you don't fear him, you can defeat him."

"Harry!" Ron exclaimed in a low voice, he had obviously beaten Crookshanks.

Rita questioned, "Really?"

"Of course." Harry nodded, lightly waved his wand, and the Sorting Hat, which was warming on the chair, turned around, and a bottle of golden potion flew out and landed next to Rita's hand, "Do you know it? This is a guarantee for you .”

"Felix Elixir!" Rita's eyes and mouth were full of surprise.

Felicia, of course not Snape's bottle. This was specially brewed by him for the purpose of researching potions.

"For me?" Rita held it carefully and looked at Harry with disbelief in her eyes.

Harry nodded: "What you have to face is Voldemort. The ladybug Animagus is very rare, but it can also play a big role. You are a rare animal, Miss Skeeter."

Rita couldn't wait to stuff it into her bag: "Mr. Potter, maybe it will take a long time for me to give you news about the mysterious man."

"But about Crouch, I will definitely get the results out before Christmas and report to you in detail!"

Felicia is the most precious potion, not even one of them. Rita was lucky enough to see it once when she was a student, but after leaving Hogwarts, she could only see it in books again, and it was impossible to buy it. There are no channels.

Apart from being a little scary and putting a lot of pressure on himself, Mr. Potter is really a good person.

She tore out the contents of the notebook and handed it back to Harry, rested by the fireplace for a while, and was about to fly away as a ladybug.

Harry said suddenly: "By the way, Miss Skeeter, I have another news for you."

Rita froze for a moment, then turned around in a daze.

"Professor Dumbledore and I have determined that Senior Tom is a person who likes to drill into the women's bathroom when he was a student." Harry said, and a few words came into her ears clearly.

There is one more chapter, about half an hour late