This Hogwarts is not normal

As a commercial newspaper, the Daily Prophet had to try its best to increase its sales in addition to serving as the mouthpiece of the Ministry of Magic.

The original report on Muggle families has caused dissatisfaction among many pure-blood wizards.

So what's the big news recently that can overwhelm Gringotts?

The Boy Who Lived who was about to enter school became the newspaper's second choice.

Only half a month has passed, and readers will get tired of it.

In order to attract people's attention, some media people without conscience don't care about morality and rules.

Vincent raised his wand and pointed at the motionless little beetle through the glass, "My friend from the reporter, you seem to have obtained a ticket to Azkaban!"

Illegal Animagus will even get a kiss from the Azkaban guards if the situation is serious.

The four people surnamed Wayne present felt that the scene was extremely bloody just thinking about it.

"Bang bang bang..."

The little beetle, which kept hitting the glass, became even crazier as if returning to its soul.

Instead of being in fear all day long, it is better to fight.

Neither Vincent nor Eric, however, gave it a chance.

At the same time as Evelyn removed the glass cover, the gun stock and wand were drawn to its back shell successively.

There were two loud bangs, as if something had broken.

Like a dying beetle, his entire body was shaking violently.

"It's still not dead—"

Eric pointed the gun at its small head, "If I don't show my real body, I'm going to shoot."

Before he had time to marvel at the hardness of the alder wood, Vincent weighed his wand.

"Professor McGonagall said that in the Animagus form, any damage received will appear in the corresponding part."

He pointed the tip of his staff at the left eye surrounded by the strange pattern, "I will be very grateful for your help."

"Ah, you are too cruel!"

Evelyn smiled and approached it: "I heard that fried beetles are delicious,

How about we try it? "

As soon as these words came out, it, which was about to die, opened its small wings.

"Cuckoo-"

The captain who fell from the sky firmly kicked it back.

Frightened, Vincent quickly flicked his wand.

"Crack-"

It sounded like something had broken again.

Evelyn, who couldn't bear it, squatted in the corner, trying to persuade the stubborn little beetle again: "You have seen it, my husband and son are very violent,

If I don't listen to them, I can only fry small pieces. "

Under all kinds of soft and hard methods, the little beetle curled up as if surrendering.

It quickly swelled into a ball of green, and turned into a bright green humanoid.

With messy blond hair,

Tilted with battered glasses that lost most of their jewels,

Rita Skeeter, wrapped in a crumpled bright green gown, appeared,

She was stared at by four pairs of fierce eyes.

"Good evening, all of the Wayne family."

Even though she was in a state of embarrassment, she still bowed and saluted with a good feeling about herself.

"Don't move." Vincent endured the extreme discomfort in his heart, and found the wand from the glowing green robe.

"Dear Ms. Rita, do you have anything to say before heading to Azkaban?"

Rita, who lost her wand and was still seriously injured in her back, immediately showed an extremely flattering smile: "Little Mr. Wayne, I can guarantee that your reputation is unmatched in the magic world,

Even crazy old man Dumbledore and Fudge, the idiot Minister of Magic, can only be inferior to you. "

"Where's Harry Potter?" Vincent raised his eyebrows, "You don't have the guts to fight against the entire wizarding world, do you?"

Anyway, the two big guys above have a large enough base of black people, so it doesn't matter if there is one more or one less.

When it came to Mr. Potter, where the little wizards grew up listening to his stories, if he didn't have a strong enough backstage to support him, he would offend the entire British wizarding community.

Compared to Azkaban, it seems that France next door is pretty good.

Or pretend to give in first...

"I'll do it! As long as you want to discredit anyone, I will become your most obedient little beetle!"

"Row!"

"No!" X2

"Cuckoo!"

Eric's face was a little ugly.

With the handle in hand, are you afraid that the other party will be disobedient?

"Honey, the jewelry on her glasses is fake."

"Dad, she must be trying to get away with it first."

"Cuckoo - cluck cluck."

The head-shaking Captain Cuckoo even expressed contempt in a humane way.

Eric was sure it was aimed at himself.

Isn't it just a love of vanity, plus a little bit of cunning and arrogance.

"We are a decent family," he said with a straight face, "It's done! This matter must be done!"

Seeing that the Wayne family was so ignorant, Rita froze in place for a moment.

Even if there is a young wizard who is about to enter school, why are the Muggle parents not so easy to fool?

After the Wayne family tasted the sweetness of fame, shouldn't they all flock to it?

"viwoo-viwoo——"

A distant siren blares to break the silence.

Azkaban?Muggle Police Department?

Rita didn't want to choose either.

"Mr. Wayne, I can assure you—"

"Wait." Vincent looked hesitant.

The most reliable way to make her unable to go back on her word is naturally to make an unbreakable oath.

But this requires not only wizards from both sides, but also a witness to be present.

Looking for Professor McGonagall... It is estimated that he will be directly arrested and sent to Azkaban.

What's more, how to make this oath, he, a young wizard who is about to enter school, knows nothing.

"Ms. Rita, you should know who our family is?"

devil!

Rita, with a forced smile, flattered: "I know, you are all very good people."

Looks so good!

The four pairs of big eyes of the Wayne family all looked at her with a "kind" look.

"Ahem——" Eric cleared his throat, "Ms. Rita, let's start the interview."

Vincent put away the two wands and motioned for her to go to the bathroom to tidy up first.

When Kyle, who drove the police car, came to the door, Evelyn just made five cups of tea.

"Old man, are there any guests at home?"

"That's right." Eric on the sofa calmly introduced Rita who was sitting elegantly opposite.

"Rita Skeeter, a journalist friend I just met."

Kyle looked at the lady with disheveled hair and a particularly generous smile.

Except for the weird clothes, she really looks better than the one in the club...

"Sorry." He bowed his head to Eric, "My good brother, you know such a beautiful woman and you didn't tell me the first time?"

"Don't think about her, you won't be able to bear it."

Kyle tilted his head back, his eyes slightly lowered, "Okay, what happened to the gunshot just now?

My friend, don't say it's a misfire again. "

Eric smiled and shook his head, "It was because Ms. Rita was very interested in firearms just now,

Who knew it would go off by accident. "

"Really?"

"real."

After finishing his official business, Kyle immediately changed his face: "Oh, Vincent!

I heard you went to Westminster, uncle, I knew you could do it. "

"No, I transferred schools."

Vincent lazily leaned on the sofa and added: "The new school is not in London, I can only go home during the holidays."

Since he was a child, he didn't have the slightest affection for the heavily fat Sheriff Kyle.

On his tenth birthday last year, this person actually gave him several colored magazines.

Kyle stopped making fun of himself.

He smiled at Rita with what he thought was the most handsome smile.

"Ma'am, may I ask, which newspaper office do you work for?". Seven

Rita resisted the extreme discomfort in her heart, and returned what she thought was the friendliest smile.

"In the Daily Prophet, it's just an inconspicuous tabloid."

The Kyle in front of her looked exactly like Tebo warthog except for the tumor.

Disgusting, really disgusting!

The dignified Daily Prophet's gold-medal reporter fell into the hands of Muggles, but now he's actually attracted by a pig.

This unremarkable small building is simply the devil's lair.

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