Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Rita Skeeter looked at the pale girl from a distance.

Chapter 111 A terrible accident

"Catch her! Hang her up!" Manny waved his wand with his teeth bared, and shouted loudly in front of Rita Skeeter's angry look: "Don't listen to her, Harry! Aurors won't care about such trivial matters!"

Doyne nodded in agreement, "You will have to pay for what you did, Ms. Rita Skeeter."

The four men slowly closed in and surrounded them.

"You can't—"

"Of course we can. You should have expected this when you made the allusion to Harry." Tiffany approached, wand raised. "Those who hurt her must pay the price."

Rita Skeeter stared at Harry in the distance with a gloomy face and threatened: "I will report you, Harry Potter. The animals you shelter have already formed a small illegal organization. There is no need for a Wizengamot trial. My friend, Madam Dolores Umbridge will throw you and your pets into Azkaban! One! Hundred! Years!"

"Collapse!"

Tiffany couldn't help it. She shook her wand and cast a red spell.

Hit Rita Skeeter's clothes.

Empty clothes.

The figure disappeared.

"Impossible, this place has been set up by Duo Yin to counter Apparition!"

Tiffany ran forward and lifted the dress with the toe of her boot.

The land was empty.

Without them noticing, a beetle was climbing over small rocks, quietly moving its legs away from their encirclement.

then.

He was firmly pressed into the soil by a huge hand.

"Giants are always favored by these little things. We have already developed a set of methods to deal with insects." Zales clenched his huge fist, smiled foolishly, and waved at a few people: "It's amazing that we are so sensitive to these little things."

"Don't crush her to death, Zals!" Doin jumped and screamed, "I can't believe it! She's an Animagus!"

Animagus…?

Doin ignored Harley's question, fell down quickly, turned around and ran towards Rita Skeeter's house.

"She went to find a container." Tiffany put away her wand and explained to Harry: "Animagus, a spell that only very talented wizards can learn. She can transform people into animals - just like what you saw."

"Animagus..."

"No wonder." Tiffany finally understood where Rita Skeeter got those gossips. "I even suspected that she used her Animagus to sneak into the monitored wizard's home and provide secret information to the Ministry of Magic." She just said that her friend was 'Dolores Umbridge'.

The name's prefix is: Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic.

"What do we do with her?"

Harley stared at Zales' fist, which was much bigger than her face.

"Whatever you want." Tiffany shrugged. "Now it's our turn to threaten her. Animagus needs to be registered with the Ministry of Magic--"

Zales replied in a muffled voice: "The guy I found didn't mention any information about her registration." The half-blood giant put his fist to his ear and listened to the voice inside, grinning and showing his yellow teeth: "She seems to be begging for mercy, Harley."

"Be gentle, Zales. It will be troublesome if she dies!"

The half-blood giant drooped his eyes and sat cross-legged on the ground pitifully, like a scolded dog. "I caught it."

Tiffany rolled her eyes at him.

A minute later, Duo Yin came running back with an empty can.

"The honey jar. I poured all the honey on her pillow."

Doyne unscrewed the bottle cap with a small hole in it and asked Zales to put Rita Skeeter in it - the pattern around the worm's eye was similar to the pattern on her glasses. This was indeed Rita Skeeter herself.

She's an Animagus.

"Aha, now it's our turn to master the secrets." Manny shook the bottle mouth, and the little bugs inside fell to the ground: "How do you feel, big reporter?" The werewolf held the glass jar and put his eyes on the bottle: "How many secrets have you stolen, Rita Skeeter? It seems that we have to expose you?"

The beetle in the glass bottle began to scurry around.

"Hush... keep your voice down, you liar who makes a living by making up lies. You must clarify all the rumors about Harley and her sister in the newspapers you wrote, otherwise, we will expose you as an unregistered Animagus to everyone."

Manny drew his wand and cast a reinforcing spell on the jar.

"Agree, Rita Skeeter."

Of course she agreed.

Once the Animagus was exposed, not only would Dolores Umbridge not protect her, but the capricious, vicious and cruel Deputy Minister would be the knife that chopped off her head.

"Harley, you see, sometimes it's useless to reason with these people... Hey!"

Manny's toe was stepped on hard by Doin.

"Don't teach Harry bad things." The goblin snatched the glass jar from Mr. Werewolf, held it, and walked in front of Harry Potter.

Hand the jar to the little loli.

"Here."

Harry was stunned and didn't move.

"Take it, Harley. You can choose how to deal with it." Doin stuffed the jar into Harley's arms: "Ask her to apologize, or lock her up for two days or something. It's up to you."

Harley subconsciously hugged the cold glass jar.

Up to...me?

"Don't let her go so easily!"

"Shut up Manny! Let Harley choose!"

Boom, boom.

The beetle hit the jar twice, with its abdomen pressed against the bottom of the jar, its tail raised, and its head lowered - it seemed like a gesture of begging for mercy.

"I…"

Harry thought for a moment and said, "Please don't report my friends..."

The beetle didn't move.

"They only did this for me..."

Still no response.

"As long as..." Harry carefully lifted the bottle up to her eye level: "As long as you clarify it in the newspaper and promise not to report this attack to the Ministry of Magic..." The girl sighed. What else can I do?

"I… we are even now, Ms. Rita Skeeter…"

Kind girl.

Tiffany heard it clearly.

Weak girl.

Manny heard it too.

"please…"

Harley held the jar and turned to look at the four people. "Please...can you let me stay alone with Ms. Rita for a while?" The girl's face flashed with embarrassment: "About how to clarify...I think I need to say something to my sister."

"I know the girl's secret." Manny tugged at his collar impatiently and followed Zals and Doin away.

Before leaving, Tiffany told Harley: "Little guy, you did the right thing. Don't listen to that big stupid dog. Follow your own heart, understand? Kindness is a very valuable quality."

Unlike Manny, the Veela half-blood approved of Harley's choice.

"I, I understand. Thank you, Tiffany. Thank you too..."

"We agreed on this." Tiffany raised her hand to stop the little girl from thanking her. "Your kindness to us cannot be expressed in words. This time is nothing at all. Okay, why don't you thank us at dinner tonight? Go ahead and tell us your secret."

She pushed Harley and waved at her with a grin.

'Go ahead. '

The black-haired girl held the jar and walked slowly away from the others. She came to the edge of the cliff and found a flat rock to sit on.

Hold up the glass jar.

The dark green eyes stared at the beetles crawling around.

"Rita, Ms. Rita Skeeter. I…"

"I."

"My sister is actually very nice."

The beetle was a little impatient.

Who wants to listen to a silly, childish girl talking about her sister?

She bumped the bottle, startling Harley.

"Sorry! I'm, I'm sorry... I've wasted your time... But..." Harley pursed her lips: "I... Actually..." The girl reorganized her words:

"I don't mind what the newspapers say about me."

She said, "But you can't, you can't write about your sister like that..."

"Sister...sister shouldn't be insulted by you like this."

"I want to protect her..."

——Harry Potter. A big fool.

Rita Skeeter thought.

She moved her insect legs and smiled disdainfully: I don't know if Harry can see it. But she has made up her mind to teach this lowly orphan a lesson after this incident.

While thinking about how to send the four dirty animals to Azkaban without leaving any trace in the future, Rita Skeeter suddenly realized that the scenery around her had changed.

Harry Potter stood up from the rock and walked forward slowly.

"my sister…"

"I like her very much..."

The girl looked at Rita timidly and begged her.

"Don't write about her like that..."

"Ms. Rita Skeeter, how are you?"

——Silly, these words of yours can earn me a lot of Galleons.

"May I?"

Amid the noisy sound of waves hitting the cliffs, Harley finally heard the beetle in the glass jar nod.

The lady nodded.

She agreed!

“Thank you…thank you!”

Harry jumped forward two steps excitedly, holding the jar, expressing his gratitude and joy from the bottom of his heart.

"very nice."

"You promised!"

Harry lowered his eyes and stared at the glass jar parallel to his eyes: she blew a thin layer of mist on it, and the surrounding scenery receded.

In the jar, which blocked out most of the noise, Rita Skeeter heard the distant cry of the waves.

"You probably can't do anything with the reinforcement spell." Harry Potter stood on the edge of the towering and isolated cliff. "I'll just pull out the cork and you can fly out yourself, okay?"

The beetle nodded.

She watched Harry Potter bite her lip, pinch the cork with difficulty and pull it out a few times - her eyes were always fixed on her, watching her emotionlessly, calmly and indifferently.

then…