[HP] End of Death

Many of the interviews that appeared in the Daily Prophet are long overdue - such as Draco's thoughts on Hagrid, when he was in a state of unwarranted irritability about everything about Harry Potter. Things are quite exclusive, and this exclusion is not the same as the previous tit-for-tat.

The main source of this rejection was himself.He realized his emotions, and then chose to escape, and there were many ways to escape, and restoring some of his previous habits—such as slandering Harry's friends—was a very naive way.

But it has been done, and there is no room for argument.When Draco saw the "Daily Prophet" report this matter, he felt deeply speechless, probably because he picked up a stone and shot himself in the foot.

And this matter seemed to be continuing to ferment. According to his observation, Hagrid hadn't shown up for three consecutive days.The door of his hut was closed to no one, no matter how hard he knocked, he would not open it, and he did not appear in the teacher's seat in the auditorium during the meal.

Normally, he would never care about such trivial matters, Draco turned the pen in his hand, quickly wrote the last line of the thesis on the paper, and snapped the pen cap.

Rita Skeeter never misses an opportunity that could breed news.Her news sensitivity is much stronger than that of ordinary reporters, but this is not a good thing, because her ability to exaggerate and falsify is not weak at all.

While her hobbies have brought benefits to the "Daily Prophet", it has also caused a lot of trouble. It is said that the office of the newspaper receives countless complaint calls every day, including high-level personnel from the Ministry of Magic and famous wizards who have won the Order of Merlin. , and the "Daily Prophet" has been able to survive until now without incident, which also shows the ability of this newspaper.

At this time, the Three Broomsticks bar in Hogsmeade.Rita Skeeter was sitting at the table, enjoying a glass of vodka.She wore a banana yellow gown today, and her nails were painted with sparkly pink nail polish.

She is waiting for someone, and that person is also one of the people she has always wanted to befriend.Rita slowly drank the vodka in the glass, the bell rang at the door, and a boy in a black cloak pushed the door in.

He put down his hood, with some snowflakes on the tip of his hair, his whole body looked as if he was wrapped in the wind and snow, and he was extremely desolate.But when he sat down in front of her, his narrowed eyes and tight lips revealed a trace of irresistible majesty, Rita was startled, at that moment she thought it was his father sitting in front of her .

No...not even his father had made her feel that way.Rita has dealt with Lucius a few times. That man is arrogant and cunning, he is arrogant and clear-cut in his dealings with others. When talking to him, Rita always has an uncomfortable feeling of being underestimated.But this is not majesty, nor is it the sense of oppression of the superior.

But when Rita looked at Draco again, that feeling had disappeared, and it seemed that sitting in front of him was just an ordinary Slytherin boy, arrogant and arrogant, with some self-righteous cleverness.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Skeeter." Draco held out his hand to her, with a decent smile on his face, "Sorry, it's snowing outside, I'm late."

"Oh, it's okay, Mr. Malfoy." Rita laughed wildly, her fingers crossed, and the shorthand quill on one side was writing quickly on the paper, "I think you should ask me out today. something important, right?"

"Yes, there are indeed important things. After all, the time of the Warriors is precious, you know." Draco said lazily, tapping his index finger on the table, "So I hope we can reach a consensus as soon as possible."

"Then I'm all ears."

"Okay, I'll get straight to the point." A sternness flashed in the boy's eyes, "I read all the articles you published in the "Daily Prophet" a few days ago, the one about Rubeus Hagrid..."

"Oh, you mean that article. I have to say, it is a masterpiece that makes me proud..." Rita smiled, and she seemed to be willing to talk about her creative process, "I have long found that There is something wrong with that Hagrid, look at his attitude towards me, if you need, I can write more about him... By the way, I remember that Mr. Malfoy also accepted my interview, right?" She smiled looking at him.

"Ah, yes, indeed..." Draco said absently, his eyes wandering for a moment, then back, looking at her coldly, "but that's not what I'm going to say. I mean, I want you to go ahead and stop writing articles that disparage Harry Potter and his friends, and write an apology to Rubeus Hagrid."

"What did you say?" Rita raised the volume instantly, and everyone around her looked at her, and her shorthand quill also trembled, as if she could feel the ups and downs of the master's emotions, "I think I must have misheard Well, Mister Malfoy..."

"No, you heard me right. That's what you thought." Draco shattered her fantasy unceremoniously.

"I don't understand, Mister Malfoy," Rita's smile faded, "nobody wants to watch this... Praise Harry Potter, they've seen too much, it takes something new to catch them Eyeballs, newspapers can only sell... Also, apologizing is absolutely impossible, apologizing to a half-blood giant? Oh, all wizards will laugh at me, and the "Daily Prophet" can't afford to lose face!"

Her fingers were tightly held together, and the crystal pink nail polish was worn off by her.

"You don't have to worry about whether the "Daily Prophet" is willing, Miss Skeeter." Draco still said unhurriedly, "As long as you are willing to write, I will always find a way to get it published. But... If you don't want to, I can't force others."

Rita's face finally looked better, and she was about to squeeze out a smirk and say something polite, but Draco's next sentence made her stiffen:

"But then the next time we meet we could be in court."

"You want to sue me?" Rita stared at him, her eyes were about to pop out, she lowered her voice, "Mr. Malfoy, I have to tell you that this method is useless—want me There are too many people who shut up, have you seen any of them succeed? None, so..."

"Oh, of course I'm not suing you for writing malicious articles against the government." Draco said happily, "Do you know how much the new revised law issued by the Ministry of Magic punishes illegal Animagus? My father and Those old men in the Wizengamot have a very good relationship... I think, if you are imprisoned in Azkaban one day, he should be happy to take care of you..."

Rita's expression looks like she's trying to poke the shorthand quill down his throat.

"How do you know?" She gritted her teeth and said word by word.

"There is nothing Malfoy doesn't know, Miss Rita, I hope you can remember that." Draco yawned, "Okay, I think you should be able to make a decision right away? Warriors don't have time Many, my father is still waiting for me to get good grades."

The expression on Rita's face was unpredictable, and she seemed to be struggling between compromising and leaving proudly.Draco didn't deliberately urge her, but occasionally said something like "It's time to send a letter to father tomorrow" to increase her psychological pressure.

"Okay...okay...I can promise you, but can you promise not to tell this matter, in the name of the Malfoy family?" Rita went crazy.

"If you do well, of course." Draco smiled kindly, but Rita had completely lost her belief, and she glared at him viciously, desperately fighting for the last little benefit for herself:

"Then after it's done, Mr. Malfoy should give a generous reward, right?"

"Oh, are you talking about the author's fee? This is the responsibility of the "Daily Prophet", of course there must be procedures." Draco pretended not to understand what she said.

That is to say, I can't get anything other than a little manuscript fee?Rita wanted to rush up and punch him in the smug face.