The scandals in the newspaper still caused so trouble for Albert.
Fred, George and Lee Jordan did not forget to send a ridiculous letter to Albert, by the way congratulations on his winning the international wizard chess tournant.
To solve the trouble, Albert accepted an exclusive interview with Rita Skeeter.
The interview location was in the Mada Petitfu Teahouse in Hogsade, which is open all day long, but there are basically no custors.
In the teahouse, Albert flipped through the latest issue of the Daily Prophet. After hearing that the chair was being pulled, he slowly raised his head, looked at the witch who appeared in front of him, and asked: "Rita Ski Miss Te?"
The witch's blonde hair was turned into a large delicate curl, a pair of jeweled glasses was worn on the bridge of her nose, her fingers were holding a crocodile leather handbag, and her nails were red.
If she was dressed like Rita Skeeter in her youth, she should be a fashionable and beautiful girl, but she is already old.
"Yes, it is not easy to interview you once, Mr. Anderson."
Rita Skeeter sat across from Albert and also looked at the young talented wizard in front of him. To be honest, the other's gaze made her very uncomfortable, and she had the illusion of being seen through.
"Actually, I don't like interviews, and I don't like being too ostentatious."
Albert took a sip of milk tea, and said with a smile, "However, you and your colleagues always like to make up facts, and it still brings so trouble, so I ca to see you."
"People always like to watch sothing..." Rita Skeeter couldn't help but squinted. She had never seen such a difficult teenager.
"I know," Albert interrupted, "attracting readers' attention. Of course I also know that I have the sa troubles in France and the United States, and your colleagues like it very much."
After speaking, Albert's gaze fell on the quill pen he was writing and drawing in the notebook.
"Leave that pen alone, Mr. Anderson, tell ..."
"I suggest that you don't use it to record the words between us. That might be unkind to you." Albert took his gaze away from the shorthand quill and interrupted Rita Skeeter rudely. "I know exactly what kind of reporter you are, and the purpose of a newspaper is to sell yourself, regardless of whether the content is true or false."
As he said, Albert drank the milk tea in his cup, intertwined his fingers and looked at Rita Skeeter, suddenly showing a weird smile: "Everyone has their own secret, and you are no exception. You are An...illegal Animagus, right!"
Albert said the last sentence very lightly, only he and Rita Skeeter could hear it.
"what……"
Rita Skeeter's eyes widened, her tone was incredible, and she almost knocked over the black tea in front of her, "I don't know what you are talking about!" She took a deep breath and said coldly.
"Let see, what is your Animagus?"
"What did you do to ?" Rita Skeeter had a very bad feeling, and quickly looked away, not daring to look into Albert's eyes.
"Oh, it turned out to be a beetle?"
Albert murmured softly, "So, do you often use Animagus to inquire about news?"
In the horrified and unbelievable gaze of the female reporter, Albert nodded and said, "Yes, Animagus is really suitable for spy work."
"you……"
Rita Skeeter was trembling all over, and she felt that the person in front of her was a terrible devil, and she could see through herself easily.
Albert raised the corners of his mouth and said softly, "Don't doubt, I am a photographer."
"It's useless, no one would believe it." Rita Skeeter quivered her lips, as if she had taken a lot of effort to say this.
"If you have investigated , you should know that I know many famous wizards and keep good correspondence with them. As long as I write a letter to them, believe , Azkaban Prison will definitely welco you. "Albert laughed unkindly: "I think there should be a lot of wizards who hate you. They will definitely take the opportunity to get into trouble!"
"Okay, what do you want?" Rita Skeeter clenched her fists. She actually wanted to cast an oblivion spell on the other party and write another vicious article that would discredit the other party, but she quickly Give up this idea and slumped in a chair weakly.
"If you don't want anything, you can re-order the tea, we are talking about the next thing."
As he said, Albert took out his pocket and pushed it in front of Rita Skeeter, and said calmly: "I hope you help wash away those **** scandals, I can answer so of your questions. , Will give you a fee."
"that's it?"
"Of course not. I hope that in the future, everything related to my news, you just need to simply or ignore it. If you really need it, write to instead of making up and making trouble for ."
In fact, this last point was the reason why Albert asked Rita Skeeter.
He needs to control public opinion, at least not to appear inexplicable reports.
Rita Skeeter opened her mouth, her eyes fell on the purse, which contained about twenty gallons.
The money is not a lot for Rita Skeeter, but she can undoubtedly keep her secrets, avoid jail, and complete the work of the Daily Prophet, and make a small profit.
Most importantly, she has no choice.
Although it was ridiculous to compromise with a minor wizard, Rita Skeeter knew that compromise would not do her much harm, at least the other party paid the hush money, which is not a sha.
"Alright alright."
Rita Skeeter reached for the purse and stuffed it into the crocodile leather handbag, took out a quill pen from it, and started asking questions.
"I heard that it was Mr. Bud Brod who recomnded you to participate in the international wizard chess competition. Is your wizard chess also taught by the forr champion?"
"Mr. Browder used to be the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, and our friendship began at that ti..."
Albert began to recall that period of history, but it was very complicated in Rita Skeeter's ears. She felt as if she had witnessed the birth of a genius, and Mr. Browder undoubtedly knew Albert’s talent. , So I pushed him behind, and the two ford a deep friendship.
Later, Albert exploded a bunch of wizards' nas from his mouth. They were all very famous wizards in many fields.
Obviously, he hadn't lied before.
"Where is that beautiful French lady?" Rita Skeeter asked a few more questions, then brought up another topic that interests her.
"Lois Delacour?"
"So that lady's na is Louise Delacour?"
"Actually, I was more familiar with his father. It was a famous potionist, and we had correspondence." Albert recalled, "At that ti, I t Mr. Hertok Duggworth in France. During the chat, he learned that I also knew Mr. Delacour, um, that Miss Louise’s father, so he invited to visit each other, and we happened to et halfway."
"As for the picture, it was just a French kiss." Albert recalled, "At the ti, the reporter should have been photographing the handshake between Mr. Dagworth and Mr. Delacour, probably by accident. A photo. Later, you also know that I beca the youngest champion of international wizard chess. Your colleagues may think that you need to make so gimmicks to attract everyone's attention, so they made up these things. After all, everyone likes gossip news."
"So, what about that beautiful Arican girl?"
In fact, Rita Skeeter was very shocked by Albert's circle of friends. Of course, she knew who Mr. Dagworth was. To be a friend of a potion master, the level of potions would certainly not be low. "
"That is the granddaughter of Mr. Nicholas, an Arican alchemist. She also likes alchemy very much. Mr. Sierra and I t each other by chance when we visited Mr. Nicholas."
Albert thought for a while and said: "When I am about to return to England, please ask Miss Catherine to take to Wizard Street in the United States, and prepare to buy so special products from the Arican magical world for my friends. That photo was taken at that ti. Yes, because I refused an interview from an Arican reporter at the ti, he, like his French counterpart, fabricated a scandal at will. They are not responsible anyway, and everyone likes to watch this kind of stuff."
Rita Skeeter was a little disappointed. Things were almost the sa as she expected. She wanted to find so breaking news, and she continued to ask, "I heard that there was an incident between you and an employee of the Ministry of Magic at the ti. So unpleasant conflicts."
"Unpleasant conflict?" Albert recalled a little, and said helplessly, "It's not an unpleasant conflict, it's just a helpless misunderstanding."
"misunderstanding?"
"That Miss Catherine also gave a kiss." Albert said helplessly, ""The young employee who received seems to be an admirer of Miss Catherine. You should It is not difficult to guess that the jealous young man deliberately caused so trouble within his working authority. In the end, they searched and made a ss of my luggage. "
"I think a reasonable apology is necessary." Albert said calmly: "After all, I should be very cooperative in accepting all inspections, and his suspicion caused us unnecessary trouble."
"Jealous, abuse of power, distortion of facts, nonsense."
"As for why the newspapers say that." Albert shrugged, "I think it might be because I beat the Arican player who has a good chance of winning the championship!"
"Distorted facts and deliberately provoke contradictions." Rita Skeeter beca more excited as she wrote, and continued to ask, "Do you have anything special about this trip to Arica?"
"The magic society in the United States is not the sa as the magic society in Europe or even most countries. They have many strict laws. For example, after you go to the United States, you need to go to the Magic Congress to apply for a temporary wand permit as soon as possible, otherwise you It's illegal."
Albert thought for a while and said: "I suggest that the Magic Congress of the United States print a guide to the Arican Magic Society, detailing so legal rules that need to be strictly followed after going to the Magic Society of the United States. I believe that this can reduce magic well. The work of Congress, and greatly ease the pressure on prisons.
"After all, not all wizards are like . Before going to the United States, they have carefully understood the situation of the Arican magic society." Albert put down the milk tea that had been drunk and said calmly.
"I will write an article that pleases you." Rita Skeeter put away the parchnt, her face full of excitent.
"After you finish writing, rember to send a first draft to see. Don't forget, Miss Rita Skeeter." After that, Albert got up and went to the counter to pay, and then borrowed the fireplace of Mrs. Pattif's Tea House , Fly directly to Diagon Alley.
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