Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

Rita sneered when she heard Tver's words.

"Indispensable? The only things indispensable in the magic world are my quill and parchment!"

She took out the third quill pen without belief, but this time it was an ordinary quill pen, then pulled the parchment, glanced at the content on it with satisfaction, and continued to write on it with the pen -

The recent attacks at the school clearly reflect Dumbledore's evil plans.He tried to teach the new generation of Dark Lord candidates he was optimistic about by using dark magic on Muggle students.for example……

She also deliberately chanted loudly, obviously to demonstrate to Tver in this way.

It clearly had nothing to do with him, and Malvolio was so angry that he laughed.

"Well, I said it's better to just do it more simply."

Tver did not answer and looked at Rita indifferently.

"The savior is not as simple as people think. As far as I know, he has shown his dissatisfaction with the Muggle relatives in the foster family many times in public, and even tried to-"

Rita suddenly found that her pen could no longer produce ink.

She dipped the ink bottle next to her in confusion and continued writing on the parchment.

But I still can't write ink... No, it's more than that.

This time, even the originally written content was beating strangely, as if the handwriting had vitality and was trying to break free from the prison of paper.

Rita dropped the parchment to the floor in panic.

The writing on it really broke free!

Line by line, each letter jumped out of the paper in an orderly manner, floating into the air like a ribbon.

After the entire parchment became blank, the note tape also found its target.

They circled around Rita nimbly, growing longer and longer, almost wrapping her head!

"It's you!" Rita immediately realized the crux of the problem and held the wand in her hand tightly, "It's you who are causing trouble!"

"Don't worry, as long as you can change the content-"

"Impossible!" she screamed in reply, "Authenticity is the first rule of journalists!"

Malvolio couldn't help but be happy.

But what responded to her was the words in front of her.

"Don't come here! Ah-ga."

Those letters were like sharp knives, cutting into her face, leaving black marks on her skin.

What Rita felt was pain like a mark!

A scream that was enough to pierce her eardrums came from her mouth. Fortunately, Tver closed her mouth in time, otherwise her throat would be injured.

After a while, Rita finally felt that the stinging sensation on her face had eased a lot.

She collapsed on the sofa, breathing heavily, the sweat on her face twisting strangely, dripping down her chin and onto her chest.

Her pupils were dilated with fear, and of course, this was all that could be seen on her face now.

Then he raised his fingers tremblingly and touched the skin on his face.

The skin that was well maintained in the past has now become uneven. According to her sensitivity to words, the marks on it are obviously those letters just now!

From Malvolio's perspective, every inch of Rita's face is engraved with dense words, even her eyelids. You can see "liar" on it in the blink of an eye. Only the space beneath the letters shows the original white skin.

If Tver hadn't carefully avoided the eyes and nostrils, it would have been completely impossible to see.

"You...what did you do to my face?" she asked with a trace of tears in her eyes and a trembling voice.

She had never heard of this kind of magic, and what was even more terrifying was that Tver was able to cast this level of magic while sitting on the sofa without even moving his hands!

Why didn't she meet such a powerful Defense Against the Dark Arts professor when she was at school? !

"It's just a little decoration." Tver said with a smile, but it just didn't feel right in Rita's eyes.

"As long as you do as I say and send out the report within a week, the writing on it will disappear and it will be treated as if nothing happened."

"What if it doesn't get published within a week?"

"Then you need to think about what kind of mask you should wear when going out in the future."

Rita's initially relaxed mood started to rise again. She cried and said: "But my report may not be published. This requires the nod of the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet!"

"This is none of our business."

Tver leaned back in his chair relaxedly, crossed his legs, and smiled at each other with Malvolio.

This made Rita think she had found a life-saving straw.

"Delix!" she shouted to Malvolio earnestly, "You are an Auror, how can you watch him threaten me, hurry up and take him to Azkaban!"

"Excuse me, Ms. Skeeter," Malvolio imitated Tver and crossed his legs, raised his head slightly and looked at Rita through his nostrils, "I am on vacation now."

Rita's mouth opened and closed several times in disbelief, and her eyes went back and forth between Teville and Malvolio. After a long time, she slumped her shoulders in resignation.

"Okay, I'll do what you want."

"It would have been better if it had been like this a long time ago." Malvolio joked.

Rita pursed her lips and ignored his sarcasm.

"So, how would I describe the attack at Hogwarts?"

"Just report truthfully. Remember, truthfulness is the most important thing." Tver reminded solemnly.

"And remember not to bash Dumbledore, but describe him as the guardian of Hogwarts."

Rita thought for a while and carefully studied his expression.

"I don't quite understand your purpose. If you want to protect Hogwarts, then just don't come to me and hide these things in the castle."

"If you want to replace Dumbledore, that should make me slam Dumbledore."

"But you look very contradictory now."

Tver shook his head.

"You don't need to pay attention to this. You just need to send out the report, wait for Dumbledore to be temporarily removed from office, and then condemn the Ministry of Magic."

"How can you be sure that Dumbledore will be removed?"

"You don't need to pay attention to it either. If it's not dismissed, then you don't have to do anything."

Weird, so weird.

Rita really couldn't figure out what Tver was going to do with so much trouble.

However, Tver had no intention of explaining. Seeing that Rita already understood what she was going to do, he and Malvolio stood up neatly.

"Thank you for your cooperation. Delis may have something to do in the future, and I will have to work hard for you then."

Rita glanced at Malvolio who said nothing.

"Can I say no?"

"It depends on your courage," he grinned.

Before leaving, Tver suddenly turned around as if he thought of something.

"By the way, the words on this can kill you at any time, even if they disappear."

"Duang—"

As soon as the two left, Rita's legs suddenly softened and she knelt on the ground.