Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"Vernon Dursley: She's just a stupid girl. Yes, I have to tell you the truth: she likes to lie and likes to bully my little Dudley. I often buy her clothes and bring back little things from every business trip - but look what she did?! She made a mess of Dudley's bedroom and spilled ink on his pillow. When I came back, she shook her head innocently. I'm tired of her lies. What? The storage room? Of course, she deserves it. She's almost ruined our family over the years."

"Dudley Dursley: She always bullies me. I don't know why. Yes ma'am, I don't understand why she always follows me around."

"Dudley Dursley: Two months ago, I caught her whispering to her teacher - privately, I mean, I happened to see her that day. At school."

"Dudley Dursley: I don't know what she, a girl, was whispering about, sitting on the lap of a sixty-five-year-old man, with her arms around his neck. Ma'am, this is the truth."

By the time she finished reading this, Tiffany had broken her quill.

"I regret that I was unable to interview Mr. Vernon's wife, Petunia Dursley. The lady seemed to be hiding something. I have reason to wonder whether Harry Potter used other means (not limited to physical threats) to force this vulnerable Muggle woman to shut up."

"I interviewed Miss Harry Potter in a house worth a lot of money. And 'coincidentally', the owner of this house is also an old man over sixty years old."

"What a strange coincidence."

"After reading this, I think you all know how this seemingly young but mature-minded and mature-bodied girl managed to live a materially rich life."

"And the other girl in the house confirmed my suspicions."

"Her 'sister' - can I understand that 'sister' is a name given to each other in a certain profession or in the same situation?"

"Miss Harry Potter has a partner who is a few years older than herself."

"Two girls?"

"right…"

"An old man?"

"That's surprising."

"Now, looking back at the two laws that were amended: Was it really just the power of a letter? Or... was it our old minister, or some senior official who is not young anymore, who has a new hobby?"

"The half-bloods should thank Miss Harry Potter for her selfless dedication. If there are any of you who are over sixty years old, you can thank her in another way."

"The way she likes it."

"In short, Miss Harry Potter is a delicate and polite child, although I can see that she was full of lies when facing me (she couldn't deceive a senior reporter). The contempt in her eyes and the condescending attitude in her gestures all prove how much these old people's 'favor' for her."

"What a shame."

"A child with nothing but appearance."

"You are famous."

"Yours faithfully, Rita Skeeter, reporting truthfully... this bastard!" Tiffany drew her wand and tore the newspaper into pieces.

"Manny,"

Tiffany pulled her white hair, her face full of anger: "How dare she..."

Mr. Werewolf did not answer.

Tiffany looked up.

I don't know when the door was pushed open.

Zales squatted there helplessly, comforting the pale-faced Harley.

She kept pushing the door and listened to everything quietly.

Chapter 110 The Mixed Bloods' Actions

Rita Skeeter.

She didn't include her words in the report. Not a single word.

She just made up a lie under the guise of an 'interview'.

She can do that, can't she?

"She can."

Manny rubbed his face, put away his usual playful expression, and looked at Harley seriously: "This is why Tiffany didn't let you be interviewed. Rita Skeeter. A notorious reporter, a bastard that many people hate."

Oh, not necessarily.

At least it was her who was moving in the photo.

"Harley..."

Tiffany ran over worriedly and half-knelt in front of the girl: "It's a false rumor, Harry. I'll let Doin contact other newspapers to see which one is interested. We will have a chance to clarify..." Her voice became lower and lower as she spoke.

The blood color faded.

There was only calmness on Harry's face.

"She not only wrote about me," she said, "but also about my sister." Harley clenched her fists, "She wrote about my sister as... that kind of person."

The little girl's left toe had been rubbing the carpet non-stop since a while ago. She moved her ankle nervously, and the rubbing sound of her shoe sole against the carpet became louder and louder.

"Harley!"

Harry Potter bit her lip and spoke to Tiffany, Zales and Manny for the first time as a 'benefactor'.

"I couldn't watch her insult my sister."

Manny loved to hear that.

The young werewolf didn't like Tiffany's constant talk of 'rules' - she was a veela, naturally better off than other half-blood creatures, so of course she was happy to follow the rules.

"I can ask where she lives."

The half-blood giant patted his chest loudly.

Manny gave Harley an idea with a wicked smile: "How about a few of us sneak in and beat her up? Or, knock her out and hang her at the door of the Daily Prophet newspaper office?"

"Manny!"

"Hey, little Harley and Mori Yuesha have been insulted. We can't just watch and comfort them. Tiffany, if you don't come, I will do it with Zals and Doin."

It's not that Tiffany doesn't like it. But breaking into someone's home...

This is…

"What? You mean we're breaking wizarding law? No one said anything illegal when they turned us into potion ingredients?"

Manny's eyes were sharp, and his tone gradually became tougher: "For little Harry, Tiffany. We are not like you, we don't care about these."

"You stinky dog! I don't care! I mean, you're so reckless!"

"Then just watch and wait? Wait for that reporter to publish the next article insulting Harry?"

Tiffany was pissed.

"Go to hell, Manny."

He slammed the door and left angrily.

"Mr. Manny..."

Unexpectedly, after Tiffany stormed out angrily, the young werewolf, contrary to his usual behavior, squatted down with a smile on his face.

"Tiffany will go find Doyne."

Manny winked at Harley slyly: "Zales has a way. Little Harley, within three days, within three days, we will make Rita Skeeter pay the price. Hmm... How about beating her up and hanging her in front of the newspaper office?"

"Or pull out her front teeth?"

"Shaved head?"

Rita Skeeter was a celebrity after all, they couldn't just kill her for this, that would be crazy, only dark wizards would do that.

嗏

She has to pay a price anyway.

Remember the price for a long time.

"You choose, Harry." Manny twisted his facial muscles, trying to make her laugh.

"I choose... don't tell my sister."

Harry shook his head: "Don't tell your sister about this, Manny. She and Nagini will be very sad..."

“I’m also afraid that they will…”

meeting…

Manny raised an eyebrow: "Are you worried that she will blame you?"

Harry thought about Nagini.

Yes, it will.

"This is my fault..." Harley gritted her teeth, "I want to ask her in person why she made up a story to insult me ​​and my sister."

This will not lead to any result.

Manny thought.

However, little Harry was really kind. If this happened to him, he would almost want to kill someone.

"Just wait and see, she won't get any good."

…………

……

I have to say, Rita Skeeter has really unique taste.

Her house was near a cliff, and below the cliff was the sea that roared day and night. The pointed building was painted crimson, just like her own poor aesthetic taste.

When Doin and a few others Apparated here, Rita Skeeter was carrying a small bag and preparing to go out.

It was intercepted.

The woman saw Harry Potter's face behind some people and said nothing, drawing her wand and preparing to Apparate.

——Doin had already set up a counter-spell.

So, she did it on purpose.

She knew she had done something wrong.

Looking at the scattered light not far away, Harry raised his wand and pointed it at her.

"Except your weapons!"

The silver energy knocked Rita Skeeter's wand out of her hand.

Her big golden curls, which had trembled from time to time, had long since broken into wisps and hung in a mess on her head; her dark green handbag was cut into pieces, and one of her high-heeled shoes was lost.

Even without her wand, the woman still looked furious, and she yelled at Harry, "You must go to Azkaban! Attack, attacking an orthodox wizard with a lowly half-blood creature!"

Manny, Zales, Tiffany, Doin.

Four men surrounded her with raised wands.

"You should have known this day would come when you wrote those stories in the newspaper." Tiffany was calm and signaled to Doyne with her eyes, asking her to keep an eye on the most impulsive werewolf. "You insulted Harry Potter and her sister. You must apologize in the newspaper."

"Oh? What if I refuse? You dare to use Avada Kedavra on me here, right here?"

Rita Skeeter was fearless. At most, she could just apologize. These people didn't dare to do anything to her.

She's a reporter for the Daily Prophet.

Who is behind the Daily Prophet?

Ministry of Magic.

"They just amended the law and there have been cases of half-blood creatures injuring people. Your compatriots will thank you." Rita Skeeter stroked her hair and moved her eyes to Harry Potter: "You made a wrong choice, Harry Potter. You personally sent these 'animal friends' of yours to Azkaban. Do you know Azkaban? A prison in the sea - there is no sunlight all year round. I think the crime of attacking wizards is enough for them to live there for a long, long time."

Harry took a half step back.

"It's you...it's you who wrote some..."

"So what?" Rita Skeeter laughed. "You can also 'insult' me through the newspaper. Child, but your friends are obviously not used to civilized practices. Beasts are beasts. Have you thought about how to face the Aurors?"

She looked down, pulled a watch out of her pocket and checked it. "I have an interview scheduled, little animal. You only have three minutes. How about I give you some Galleons? Look at your clothes, can you sew up the hole?"

"Tell your little pets to put down their wands and apologize to me. I think I can still consider your reputation and not report you to the Aurors. Otherwise -"