[HP] Disappearing Cat Raccoon

Sirius found = an honorarium from the Daily Prophet = an interview with Rita Skeeter.

Of course it didn't matter to me. After I saw Rita coming, the two of them gave a knowing smirk. She didn't pull out the green quill, but held out her hand to me first.

"Congratulations, Miss Evans, the sales of "Three-Five Collection" are quite good."

"Thanks, but I don't think you'd want to touch it when you were a student."

Rita Skeeter, seriously, she's from Ravenclaw.

I don't know what's going on with her, but she's kind of Ravenclaw-like in that kind of research. But maybe it's because she's almost forty-three years old now, just in the situation where the Hogwarts students don't know how to ask their uncles and aunts, so they haven't revealed any gossip about her.

But who am I, spoilers make me happy.

Rita and I were close to the fact that I was going to give a problem set, and she wrote a report titled "What makes school girls sigh that British education must be reformed". Of course, the publishing house I belonged to directly suppressed this report for public relations, and then replaced it with another one that was less intimate. But when I know the title...

"You didn't write 'shocked! The girls at Hogwarts did such a thing, and everyone couldn't help but burst into tears'. I would definitely raise my hand in approval."

I pouted, and handed Rita a glass of pumpkin juice to express my friendly attitude: "Your subject is thankless, you might as well use mine."

"..."

Rita twitched the corners of her mouth and said her thanks, and she had a headache: "I really don't believe you are underage. Seriously, how about coming to our Daily Prophet when you graduate?"

"No, I choose to stay in school."

I smiled and pushed her a piece of paper: "I want to make another deal with you."

The first deal was that Sirius made her famous, and everyone remembered Sirius, as well as "the brave reporter Rita Skeeter who took great courage to discover the truth". Although Rita is hated by many people, she has to say that what she does shows her most unique point as a reporter.

Will not give in to the powerful, or, in other words, is willing to challenge authority.

As long as she has a little conscience, she can be a successful reporter. Was it really in Hermione's hands that she wrote a report that was diametrically opposed to everyone and supported Harry? Come on, die under Voldemort and go to Azkaban, a fool would choose to go to Azkaban.

She enjoys challenging authority, or rather, this is the essence of her being a reporter.

"What do you want to do? I have to say you see that I'm really accurate."

"My name is Irina Evans. I was a little worried after this name came out. You must know that I used a pseudonym when I published it."

Of course everyone at Hogwarts knows it's me, so there's nothing I can do about it.

"What's wrong with this name?"

"Harry's mother was originally surnamed Evans, and he and I are cousins. Come on, don't look surprised and explode, it's too exaggerated."

Rita pushed her pair of jeweled glasses, retracting her exaggerated expression, but still couldn't hide the shock in her eyes: "You're actually his cousin? It's unbelievable and yet natural."

"Okay, all I'm going to do with you is you call me 'a girl at Hogwarts' and say 'to protect her privacy' and you'll get another one Compliments from parents. And then I hope you don't write about Sirius' grievances and focus on his feelings, his love for Harry, the pain of losing a friendship."

"Playing emotional cards?"

Rita raised her eyebrows, of course she knew that continuing to fight against the Ministry of Magic like this would not end well, and it would be good to take a step back: "And then? What else do you want to do? I think you want to stir up some of the past recall."

"Then what?"

I rubbed my fingertips and pushed over a piece of parchment with a Gringotts account written on it.

"It's yours, Miss Rita, just call me Irina in the future. I think we will cooperate many times in the future, and I will make you a benchmark for journalists in this era, the kind that no one dares to touch you. "

"I don't think I need this."

Rita showed a nervous expression, looking at me with the parchment in her hand, with a rare expression of fear: "As a reporter, I learned from your words that I shouldn't have known."

"Don't be afraid, it's what you think."

I walked to the door of the empty classroom, turned around and smiled at her: "Knowing at this time is better than knowing at that time, isn't it?"

"you……"

"Reporters shouldn't be afraid of authority, shouldn't they? Miss Rita, I admire your dedication to journalism, and I also agree with your writing style. Everyone loves your reports, and I don't want you to have an accident."

"Nobody would do anything to a reporter."

I finally left the place with a word that I don't know whether to threaten or comfort. When I opened the door, I saw Sirius waiting for me outside.

"That woman is quite high in your heart."

"Not everyone has the courage."

I glanced at him and tried to get around him but was blocked by him: "What do you want to say to me?"

"It's nothing, I just think that there is no need for the little girl to be so comprehensive, otherwise, what do you want us adults to do."

"Have fun and enjoy campus life, have a good time with your classmates, or fall in love, don't always think that the world will be destroyed in the next second... Don't look at me like I'm looking at a fool, okay?"

Sirius suddenly laughed. Although he was still thin, it could be seen that his original handsome silhouette had reappeared a lot - Harry's pig raising plan was going well.

"So that's why you've been **** me off before?"

I was too lazy to pay attention to him, so I waved at him: "Forget it, I forgive you."

"You are still a child."

"I'm not a child."

I looked into his dark eyes and shook my head, I was never a child: "Sirius, this is my way of life."

"Okay, but I still want you to relax. When you're an adult, I'll buy you a glass of the best fire whisky."

I watched him stretch out his hand, then landed on my head and rubbed it without hesitation: "Go, I know what to do."

"Well, by the way, what happened to your face?"

I was too lazy to do it, so I clicked on the spot on my face that corresponded to the crumbs on his face, and went straight back to the Hufflepuff common room.

I'm not the kind of person who doesn't mind someone touching my hair, and I don't mind someone rushing up and rubbing it, but being rubbed by this **** dog always makes me feel like...weird.

"It's like being groomed by a dog."

I stared into Mr. Ronnie's eyes and sighed deeply: "Forget it, he is also kind."

Mr. Ronnie looked at me with a flick of his tail, and then settled into my lap with a meow.

"Mr. Ronnie, he's the only one who really sees me as a child. Even Professor Lupin doesn't think I'm a child."

I opened my mouth with a bit of self-deprecation and reached out to rub the back of his ear. The furry feels comfortable and warm.

He really is...

Forget it, isn't that the characteristic of Sirius Black, just get used to it.

The author has something to say:

I haven't seen you for a day, hello everyone, I managed to catch a cold.

The essence of Rita can only be said... After reading the original book, look at the current reporter, tsk. In addition to attracting people's attention, many of her reports are also very important to contradict many facts that are recognized by the public =. =

And in the future, besides Rita, who wrote to Voldemort? No matter whether there is a handle or not, only she dares to speak, so I personally feel that Rowling also loves and hates this character 233333