Harry Potter: The Muggle Crown Prince at Hogwarts

Rita Skeeter was really desperate.

— This Muggleborn!To use such a Muggle threat!But she was really trapped here and couldn't move!

She wondered if she could avoid the fate of autopsy only if she proved that she was a human being?

Almost desperate, she began to try to release her Animagus form.

At that moment, the fluctuations in Zeus's domain reached Allen's fingertips, and he allowed the other party's transformation under the master's order.

Rita was still desperately trying to transform, but saw the boy in front of her with a hint of surprise, and asked,

"Are you... the reporter present?"

She raised her eyebrows in surprise and found that she had successfully transformed back into a human form.

However, she tried to turn back into a beetle again, or cast other spells, but she couldn't succeed.

She had to talk to Allen honestly, nodding quickly, with a hint of embarrassment and fear in her voice, "... yes, um... my name is Rita Skeeter."

Allen's expression turned cold.

Out of gentlemanly principles, he raised his hand to conjure up an armchair for the lady, asking her to sit down.

He knocked on the table, picked up a cup of warm black tea, and said, "Please forgive me for my poor hospitality, but I would like to know——

"As a reporter, what do you mean by changing your form and sneaking into my dormitory?"

Rita sat tremblingly, and when she said this, she was even more on pins and needles.

As a reporter who has experienced many battles, she tried her best to calm herself down, and then deal with the current scene with high agility.

She adjusted her glasses and smiled awkwardly.

"Um...I, actually...uh...I just..."

Allen sneered, his voice was deep, with the same sense of oppression as Edward, "Huh?"

Seeing that Rita was struggling to speak, he calmly swirled the black tea cup lightly, "Ms. Skeeter, I don't mean to offend.

"But it's clear that you're an illegal Animagus, and you have a strange form—a beetle."

He sighed and said, "I just killed a beetle in my dormitory. As for the disappearance of Ms. Rita Skeeter, what does it have to do with me?"

Under this threat, Rita stood up abruptly, looked at him in disbelief, "You!"

She tried to find a reason, and said, "But you know who I am, you know that I am a wizard-you are murder!"

Allen smiled and asked, "Who would believe it?"

He leaned lightly on the backrest, raised his teacup, and threatened,

"You have to know that I am Minister Fudge, please go to the Ministry of Magic, and I personally send the carriage of the Ministry of Magic, and go straight back to Hogwarts."

He smiled slightly and said,

"If you can destroy the defense of the Ministry of Magic and sneak into the exclusive carriage of the Ministry of Magic under the eyes of everyone..."

"This is tantamount to accusing the Ministry of Magic of defending itself. Even if Minister Fudge knew... I'm afraid he would be unhappy?"

Rita shivered slightly.

She never thought that using the Animagus form to eavesdrop on other people's secrets would lead to such a terrible situation.

This young man...

He doesn't care about the law at all, and he doesn't care about morality at all!

Everything he showed was just a false illusion used to deceive the people!

Allen frowned slightly, and the gentleman said, "Why don't you sit down? Sorry, it will be tiring to keep your head up."

Rita wants to cry but has no tears.

She could only sit down obediently, and promised, "I...I promise, I will not tell what happened today! I will definitely not tell what happened today! Let me go...I..."

Allen shook his head lightly and sighed, "Ms. Skeeter, maybe you don't know—my father taught me never to trust other people's empty promises."

He gently put down the black tea cup, raised his eyes, and asked, "...what can you give me?"

Rita thought hard.

After a while, she tentatively said, "I'm a reporter...I can be your mouthpiece..."

Allen chuckled, "Really?"

Rita was extremely nervous. She wasn't sure if the devil-like boy in front of her needed this, let alone his temper...

In case, this is a demon playing with life...

She could hardly imagine the possibility.

She twisted her fingers, picked at her blood-red nails, and said with difficulty, "Oh... I can assure you of my loyalty! I will never betray!"

Allen half-raised his arms and smiled softly.

He raised his hand, and the blue Fiendflame appeared out of thin air, forming a circle with a diameter of [-] centimeters, and landed in front of Rita Skeeter.

Rita looked at the leaping icy flames in horror, leaned back in panic, and could hardly speak.

That is……

Grindelwald's Fiendfire!

Allen leaned back in the chair calmly, folded his hands in a leisurely posture, and said coldly, "Raise your hand, pass through Fiendfire, and swear allegiance to me.

"If you try to betray, even if you even have the slightest thought of betrayal, you will be burned to ashes."

Allen sighed softly, pretending to be sorry,

"Then there is no such thing as 'Rita Skeeter' in this world anymore."

He looked into the panicked eyes on the other side, smiled gently, and encouraged, "Or, you can also prove to me your courage to expose the 'truth'."

Rita bit her lip in despair, raised her hand with a bitter face, turned her head away, gritted her teeth, and walked through Fiendfire.

Allen watched the other party being forced to half kneel, and performed the subordinate etiquette to him, smiled coldly, and said tolerantly, "Welcome to my camp, Rita."

He helped the other party in a gentlemanly manner, stood up and looked at the huge magic window in the dormitory, and said softly,

"Oh...reporters, the media...a group of good players who manipulate public opinion and manipulate people's hearts, huh?"

He looked at the trembling new subordinate and said, "However, I don't want you to continue like this and stir up controversy with false 'truth'."

Rita raised her eyebrows cautiously, pure doubt in her eyes.

She didn't understand the Muggle Crown Prince for a moment.

If subduing her is not for manipulating public opinion, what is it for?

Allen smiled and said calmly, "Rita, journalists do have the privilege of manipulating public opinion, you can choose the tendency of reporting, and then get different results.

"But... I hope you haven't forgotten that what journalists should do most is to spread the truth."

Rita wrinkled her face in embarrassment and doubt, frightened by his force, she could only nod her head slightly to express her "approval".

...Oh, she still thought that this was a horrible conspirator, but now she thought that this was extremely naive.

Like a politician again.

And like an idealist.

...this is so contradictory.

Allen looked at her gently, and said softly, "I don't need you to understand, but I want you to practice it—

"I hope that you can truthfully report the lives of ordinary people in the wizarding world, so that the officials of the Ministry of Magic will notice these and make changes."

Rita finally couldn't take it anymore.

She cautiously suggested, "Perhaps... this is impossible? Fudge is an arrogant and hypocritical person, and he doesn't care about the so-called 'ordinary people'."

Allen sneered and looked at her coldly.

He whispered, "Rita, I thought you were a smart guy."

Rita immediately promised, "I will definitely report the truth!"

This sloppy appearance made her completely lose Allen's trust in an instant.

Allen lowered his eyes slightly, and sighed secretly, "Forget it...you can report according to your style as always.

"Until I contact you. At that time, you must guide public opinion in the direction I gave, understand?"

Rita raised her upper lip sarcastically, and quickly reacted, adjusted her glasses, and said with a flattering smile, "Don't worry, Your Highness!"

... Sure enough, she was thinking too much, and her heart was dirty for playing tricks!

Allen smiled lightly, drew a circle with his index finger, and said, "Ms. Skeeter, you have been tracked by me under the alchemy circle, and every move, every word and deed is under my monitoring. "

He said gently, "I hope you have a happy life."