Chapter 185 We Are Sure that Senior Tom

Chapter 185 We are sure, Senior Tom.

Rita looked at Harry in despair.

She could not accept this fact. It was as if a bowl of cement was stuffed into her throat. The air stagnated around her, suffocating her. She struggled for a long time before she spoke. The voice she uttered was extremely hoarse, which scared her: "Mr. Potter, are you kidding?"

"No." Harry shook his head expressionlessly, "Maybe, do I need to repeat it again?"

Rita was terrified, and someone pulled her scalp to stand up.

But her legs were weak, and her body left the support of the stool, and she immediately collapsed and fell to the ground.

Ron reacted quickly, took out his wand, and was about to cast a spell.

The report in the Daily Prophet flashed in his mind.

Hermione's expressionless face, like Harry, flashed.

The papers on potions, spells, and transfiguration flashed.

He stopped abruptly and watched Rita fall to the ground with a loud thump, which was muffled and loud. It was a good head.

Rita didn't feel any pain at all. The feeling of a knife twisting her heart overwhelmed everything.

She hated herself so much that she wanted to borrow the time converter from Hermione, go back to one minute ago, and knock herself out and beat her half to death.

Mr. Potter had clearly reminded her!

It was so clear that Tom Riddle was a dangerous person that was better not to know.

She was still asking questions!

As a reporter for so many years, she was so successful. Isn't it because she relied on her ability to get along with everyone, stop when she was satisfied, and take a break when she needed to? She knew what to write and what not to write - even if she had to talk about some explosive topics for the sake of newspaper sales, such as "Dumbledore has Alzheimer's and is crazy", she has never been retaliated.

Of course, this is also related to her backer Fudge.

Why did she forget all her skills now!

Can I exchange all my belongings for a brain that has never heard of this?

She raised her head with difficulty and looked at Harry: "Mr. Potter, I. I."

"You already know about this." Harry said gently.

Rita struggled to get up, grabbed the stool leg, and sat back down: "I, I'm not very scared, the mysterious man is dead, yes, that night, he was killed by you, the savior of the magic world!"

"Even if I knew it, it wouldn't matter..."

Harry interrupted her: "Really, is he really dead?"

Rita looked blankly at the cat's eyes: "Mr. Potter, what are you talking about?"

"Eleven years, he is dead, and the Death Eaters are..."

"He is not dead." Harry maintained a gentle tone, "He is still alive, but very weak."

"Some things about Hogwarts, you should have heard rumors? I mean those after I entered school."

Rita nodded.

Of course she knew that as a reporter, how could she not be sensitive to the incident, but she didn't know much about these things. She could only hear strange rumors from other little wizards, and the truth was in the professor and Harry's mind.

Although she only wanted sales, not reputation, rumors might be more interesting than the truth, but the report was written and could not be sent out, Dumbledore did not allow it.

Dumbledore won't allow it.

What simple four words.

It became the heaviest hill weighing on the newspaper, causing her to lose a lot of performance.

"In the first year, Voldemort possessed Quirrell, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at the time, and tried to steal something. I found him and stopped him." Harry said lightly.

"In the second year, it was still Voldemort, and he opened the Chamber of Secrets again." Harry noticed the change in Rita's expression and nodded slightly, "Yes, he is the heir of Slytherin. I can't imagine how stupid and perfunctory you are to put this crime on Professor Hagrid."

Rita's face didn't change much, only the fear of the name "Voldemort".

Compared with her words cursing the Ministry of Magic, this was even a little mild, and there was not even a word starting with "F".

"I saw it with my own eyes, and I have fought him more than once." Harry made the final conclusion, "He is still alive, I know, and Professor Dumbledore knows it too."

Rita was terrified: "What about the third grade, is he also a mysterious person?"

"I heard that you killed the professor..."

Harry shook his head: "No, he didn't show up in the third grade, and as for Professor Snape, it was just some grudges between fathers."

"You really killed the professor!" Rita screamed, she had always been very sure that this was definitely a rumor.

Harry waved his hand and said calmly: "It's not important."

Rita shook her head subconsciously.

No, it's very important!

At least for herself, it's very important.

Her judgment of Harry has always remained in the identity of "student". No matter how excellent he is, he is nothing more than the level of an excellent seventh-grade graduate - such as Percy, who does odd jobs in the Ministry of Magic, has no sense of existence, and can't get promoted by his superiors like a cow or a horse.

Now we have to continue to raise it.

No, it's the dean!

Snape is not an ordinary professor. He is the youngest potion master and the dean of Slytherin.

If it weren't for the terror that was eroding her whole body and leaving her without any strength, she would have wanted to raise her hand and slap herself a few times. She wanted to cross a longer time dimension. Now she wanted to go back not only to ten minutes ago, but also to half a year ago.

Rita, Rita, you really have become more capable.

You dare to offend such a person. If you have the time, wouldn't it be better to write a few more articles scolding the Ministry of Magic, scolding Fudge, and the weird Dumbledore?

"Voldemort is not dead yet, he may be brewing a huge conspiracy." Harry continued softly.

Nerves jumped and flashed across her head. Rita's face became paler, her expression became more frightened, and her body became more limp: "The Quidditch World Cup was instigated by a mysterious person?"

Harry said nothing, he didn't know this.

But in Rita's opinion, this was his acquiescence.

"The Goblet of Fire spit out your name three times, was it also done by Death Eaters?" Rita swallowed a hard mouth of air. Her mouth was so dry that there was not a drop of liquid in her mouth.

Harry nodded: "Most likely."

As he said that, he paused: "Let me tell you an interesting news. Why I suspected that Barty Crouch Jr. was not dead is because after the school started, I found out that Professor Moody was replaced by someone named " Barty Crouch "the man who replaced him."

"Director Scrimgeour first made sure that Mr. Barty Crouch from the Department of International Magical Cooperation was still in the Ministry of Magic."

"But when he came to Hogwarts to arrest "Barty Crouch" who replaced Professor Moody, he discovered that Mr. Barty Crouch was Barty Crouch of the Department of International Magical Cooperation. , and during the pursuit, an accident occurred and Barty Crouch died."

Rita was a little fussy.

Another incredible news.

So this is how Mr. Barty Crouch died? If it can be published in a newspaper, how many copies must be sold and what a great performance it must be!

"Why do you doubt Barty Crouch Jr.?" Rita frowned, "Mr. Potter, you seem to have never seen what the Barty Crouch who replaced Professor Moody looks like? Why is it not the same person? The one from the Ministry of Magic? Or a house elf in disguise?"

"While house elves cannot take Polyjuice Potion, there is always magic that can."

Harry nodded: "I don't rule out this possibility."

"But the leader of the Death Eaters at the Quidditch World Cup was a house elf who could control Crouch, and he and Barty Crouch Sr. are not the same person."

"And I found an invisibility cloak with the scent of the Death Eater leader at the place where Barty Crouch died."

"He was probably present when Barty Crouch Sr. died."

Rita found it harder to breathe.

These things tangled her up like a mess, and she was like a moth caught in a spider's web, struggling but in vain.

"Mr. Potter, why are you telling me this?" After a long time, she calmed down and asked, her face pale and her voice trembling.

Harry smiled slightly: "Miss Skeeter, this is what you want to know."

Rita clutched her chest.

Pain, pinching pain.

"This is more stable than the Unbreakable Vow." Harry continued, "When people are in a situation of death, they will struggle with all their strength, and they can often burst out with power that they did not expect."

"Miss Skeeter, I believe you have more potential and greater abilities."

Rita gritted her teeth. She would rather become mediocre than be like this, but it was too late. She had heard everything that needed to be heard. She took a deep breath: "Mr. Potter, will you protect me?"

"Professor Dumbledore and I can do it." Harry nodded and promised seriously, "You are very smart. You graduated from Ravenclaw. I think you should know what to do and what not to do."

"Of course I understand!" Rita said loudly, spitting out the words from her throat, "I have already made a mistake once, and there is no way I will make it a second time."

Harry nodded and raised two fingers: "Don't forget two things."

"One is to go to Crouch's house and look for any traces of little Crouch." Rita frowned, "Where is the other?"

Did you miss it?

impossible.

Harry said: "It's still related to Tom Riddle. He should have asked a lot about the Big Four back then. He was collecting their relics, maybe the Gaunt family's relics, and other legendary wizards and legendary items. "

"I need you to find out as much as possible what things he was interested in, how much he collected, where he collected them, and where he might have hidden them."

The strength Rita had just gained dissipated immediately after hearing this: "You asked me to collect information about the mysterious man!"

"Mr. Potter, do you want me to die?"

"If you can, you should do it yourself, the mysterious man. He is very cruel."

Harry shook his head: "Relax, he is very weak now, so weak that even you, Crookshanks, and Ron can defeat him as long as you are not afraid of him."

"Harry!" Ron exclaimed in a low voice, knowing that he had clearly defeated Crookshanks.

Rita questioned: "Really?"

"Of course." Harry nodded, flicked his wand, and the Sorting Hat, which was warming itself on the chair, turned around. A bottle of golden potion flew out and landed next to Rita's hand. "Do you recognize it? This is a guarantee for you. "

"Elixir of Fortune!" Rita's eyes and mouth were full of surprise.

The Elixir of Fortune was certainly not Snape's bottle. This was specially brewed by him for the purpose of studying potions.

"For me?" Rita held it carefully and looked at Harry with some disbelief in her eyes.

Harry nodded: "What you have to face is Voldemort. Ladybug Animagus is very rare and can play a big role. You are a rare animal, Miss Skeeter."

Rita couldn't wait to stuff it into her bag: "Mr. Potter, maybe it will take a long time for me to give you the news about the mysterious man."

"But I will definitely get the result of Crouch's matter before Christmas and report it to you in detail!"

Felixir is the most precious potion, even the best. Rita was lucky enough to see it once when she was a student, but after leaving Hogwarts, she could only see it in books again, and there was no way to buy it.

Mr. Potter is a good person except that he is a little scary and puts a lot of pressure on himself.

She tore the contents of the notebook and returned it to Harry. She rested by the fireplace for a while and was about to turn into a ladybug and fly away.

Harry suddenly said: "By the way, Miss Skeeter, I have another news for you."

Rita was stunned and looked back blankly.

"Professor Dumbledore and I have confirmed that Senior Tom is a person who likes to go into the women's bathroom when he was a student." Harry said, and a few words were clearly heard by her.

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