Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Daphne Greengrass of Slytherin.

The blonde girl crossed her arms and said with a look of disgust.

Next to her was a younger girl who looked very similar to her. She was unusually pale and seemed a little sickly.

The girl said, "I think it's nice... It's lively and fun on the boat, isn't it?"

"But the Portkey is so fast! Astoria, if you hadn't insisted on taking the ship, we would have arrived in America at noon yesterday." Daphne complained.

"The portkey is uncomfortable, I don't like it." Astoria said stubbornly, "And I told you that you can go to America with your mother first using the portkey, and I will take the ship with my father. It's you who don't want to."

"But you're my sister!" Daphne said angrily. "The ship is full of Muggles, and Dad has to work. If I'm not with you, who can you talk to?"

Astoria stopped talking.

After a long moment, she muttered, "Why is no one talking to me? There are probably thousands of people on this ship!"

"Those are Muggles!" Daphne poked her forehead angrily.

The two sisters walked past Wade, playing and laughing.

Not far behind them, there was a blond couple following. Both of them had the same arrogant and indifferent expressions, as if they were out of place in this environment.

Only when he looked at his two daughters did a look of loving kindness appear in his eyes.

Wade looked away, and waited until the men had passed before looking back.

He was somewhat surprised that such a family claiming to be pure-blooded would appear on an ordinary person's ship.

If he remembered correctly, Greengrass was different from Malfoy who was guarding the family wealth. Mr. Greengrass should have a relatively important position in the Ministry of Magic.

While thinking, Wade suddenly smelled a pungent fragrance.

"Rita."

"Hmm?" Rita Skeeter, looking refreshed, was admiring her face in the mirror when she suddenly heard someone calling her name. She looked up and around.

"It's me." Wade raised his hand and said simply, "Gray."

Rita Skeeter's eyes lit up, and she walked over quickly and sat next to Wade, staring at his face, and asked with interest: "Transfiguration? Or Polyjuice Potion?"

Vader glanced at her and said, "Of course it's the Polyjuice Potion. What makes you think I can master such advanced Transfiguration?"

Skeeter smiled and said, "Of course I wouldn't think so if it were anyone else, but you've surprised me enough. I don't mind a little more."

As she spoke, she wrote down the words quickly, the feather pen in her hand leaving lines of words on the paper quickly.

Vader could see that her hands were just pretending and the quill was actually moving on its own.

"If you write about me, I'll burn your notebook and some other stuff along with it," Wade said, his chin in his hand.

"Hahaha, how could that happen?"

Skeeter laughed dryly and quickly stuffed the notebook into his alligator handbag.

"I remember you were supposed to be monitoring those werewolves down there..." Wade frowned and said, "How long has it been? Even if something happened over there, you wouldn't know."

Skeeter's face turned pale, and he shuddered as he suddenly remembered those green eyes glowing in the darkness.

"I... um... I need to rest for a while too."

Skeeter stammered in defense, then said in an exaggerated tone: "You know what? I found out a big news!"

"What news?"

Vader asked disinterestedly, wondering if he had made a mistake in entrusting Skeeter with the surveillance.

While her Animagus form is convenient... this person's personality is not suitable...

Skeeter came closer and lowered his voice excitedly, "Do you know Umbridge? Dolores Umbridge, a high-ranking official at the Ministry of Magic?"

Wade raised his eyebrows and looked over.

Skeeter smiled mysteriously.

"She is also on the ship, along with several officials from the Ministry of Magic... I heard someone say that Umbridge has been having an improper relationship with Minister Fudge, and that her father is a cleaner and her mother is a Muggle... It's ridiculous, and she has been claiming that she is from the Selwyn family..."

Skeeter curled his lips in disdain, his eyes sparkling, as if his hair stood up in excitement because of this gossip.

She couldn't help touching the quill again.

"What's the purpose of all the people from the Ministry of Magic coming to the ship?" Wade asked. "Why don't they use the portkey?"

Skeeter paused for a moment, and then said after recollecting for a moment: "It seems to be to accompany an official from the French Ministry of Magic? The official wants to take this ship... Also, Fudge seems to be planning a large-scale event and wants to involve the American Magical Council..."

This was the news that Vader was really interested in, but unfortunately when he asked further, Skeeter didn't quite understand.

Her entire motivation seemed to be in collecting gossip.

Wade sighed in disappointment: "What did you find out about those werewolves?"

"Oh, well..."

Skeeter dug into his alligator handbag and pulled out a notebook. He grinned and said, "I wrote it all down—you'd be surprised!"

Chapter 307 Rita Skeeter's Notes

Rita Skeeter's Shorthand Quill is special.

It can automatically turn some simple scenes and dialogues into a flamboyant text record full of exaggerated words and unrealistic metaphors.

Therefore, Wade saw that what Rita took out was not a few pages of information, but a thick booklet, which was filled with notes written in beautiful and smooth handwriting with a feather pen.

Wade flipped open a page at random and saw the words written on it -

[Poor Dahl didn't know that when he thought he had successfully completed his mission, his companions, whom he regarded as brothers, were already eager to stab him in the back with sharp blades.]

[His back looked lonely and desolate, and a salty wind blew from the sea. Those were the tears he was not allowed to shed... In the desperate situation, Dahl did not sink, he still served as the last line of defense...]

[This admirable man has not given up yet... But even if he can leave this betrayed ship, the scar in his heart will remain forever, and it will become a shadow that he cannot get rid of for the rest of his life... Who can he trust? He will not trust anyone...]

Wade raised his eyes and glanced at Skeeter who was admiring his words. He took a deep breath, skipped the redundant descriptions, and read it from beginning to end.

Rita Skeeter has a habit of being undeserving of praise—although her writing is always full of exaggerations and speculation-inducing lies, it is certainly based on a certain basis in fact.

It's like when she wanted to slander Hermione, she didn't make up the opinion of "a certain classmate", but went to interview Parkinson and others who hated Hermione, and then processed their language in a "Skeeter-style" way.

So after Wade extracted the center, he finally understood what had happened.

Thick-browed Dal is the temporary team leader. He seems to be the most loyal to the leader, dedicated to the mission, and urges others not to be lazy.

But among the three subordinates he brought on board this time, two of them had other ideas.

After having a fight with the freckled driver Lars, the mustache Garo took out a hidden cell phone from his body while the freckled driver was asleep and sent a message.

Skeeter Beetle was lying on the side of the car window, so he couldn't see the content of the message edited by the mustache guy. But just by looking at his sneaky appearance, he knew that this guy must be up to no good.

Afterwards, the two went to eat, and the thick-browed Dahl and the bearded Donovan took over the guard duty.

The bearded man used the excuse of going to the bathroom, hid in a corner, and made several phone calls in a row.

This time, the beetle chased him into the toilet and squatted above the partition, hearing all his phone calls clearly.

Simply put, the bearded man treated the captured alchemist as a rare commodity. He sold the piece of information to several companies, made a fortune himself, and then hinted that they should compete on their own.

And he, or the forces that Little Mustache is in contact with, may be on this ship at this moment.

"I heard the massage from his phone, so I came here to collect information. I'm not being lazy."

Skeeter argued.

"Did you find out who they were in contact with?" Wade asked.

Skeeter shook his head regretfully. "No... maybe by the time I came up, the man had already left."

Wade hesitated for a moment and said, "I just saw the Greengrass family..."

"Oh, they came with Umbridge - the Ministry of Magic funded the trip, and everyone who could come came. There were more than a dozen people!"

Skeeter said with disdain and envy, then bit his nails and pondered:

"Yes, I can write it down - 'The shocking inside story of the tax black hole is exposed! How do officials of the Ministry of Magic devour government funds? How many unknown secrets are involved?'..."

She held the tip of the shorthand quill in her mouth and sucked it with relish for a while. Then the peacock green quill stood up and quickly left lines of words on the parchment. Soon it filled up half a page.

Wade saw that the time was almost up, raised his head and drank a sip of Polyjuice Potion, then asked:

"Over there on the truck, are those two people, Thick Eyebrows and Bearded Man?"

The quill suddenly stopped and stood on the parchment, as if waiting for action.

“Yeah,” Skeeter said.

"I'll go over to the truck, you find the other two, if it's convenient, and see who else is watching the lower parking lot - stay safe."

"it is good."

Skeeter waved his hand and watched the middle-aged wizard, who looked to be in his thirties or forties, leave.

The quill began to slide quietly -

[Ved Grey is a terrifying young man with superb acting skills beyond his age. When he decides to disguise himself, no one can see through him...]

[Of course, the similarity in appearance is nothing. Anyone who can buy the Polyjuice Potion can easily transform into anyone. But when Vid Grey transformed, no one could guess that there was a thirteen-year-old soul hidden in that body...]

[The author personally witnessed this process of change, and saw that when he "became" an adult, his eyes naturally contained an understanding and perception of life, which is the wisdom that only time can give to people.]

[The author can't help but feel curious and trembling - is Vid Grey, who is so skilled in disguising himself, really just a simple student? How many times has he performed unimaginable acts in the guise of others?]

[The author decided to go undercover and observe the dark side of a genius boy praised by the public, and listen to the facts covered up by some "great saviors"... The author is well aware of the dangers and hardships involved, but in order to uncover the truth, I decided to embark on this challenging path...]

"Snapped!"

The notebook was closed and stuffed into the deepest part of the handbag.

Rita Skeeter looked at her image in the mirror, touched the glittering jewel ring on her finger lovingly, and set out to find the people Vader was looking for.

To uncover secrets, you must first gain trust.

This time, Rita Skeeter wanted to interview someone different from those muddled people who could be won over with a cup of truth serum, but she became even more motivated.