Rita Skeeter hurriedly stopped the three little wizards who were looking around. "Do you know where Professor Lockhart's office is? I have something to talk to him about." She gave them a stiff smile, but her mind had already flown far away.

Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at her in a daze. Why did this woman come back again?

Hermione did not answer, but just looked at Rita Skeeter angrily. But when Ron saw her eyes turn to Harry, he quickly said, "Next to Classroom 2 in the basement."

Rita Skeeter left with satisfaction. As she walked on the road, she still felt a little weird in her heart. The girl's eyes were not friendly.

But who cares! Anyway, she is not a celebrity, otherwise I can write her into the article!

"Ron!" Hermione looked angry.

"Listen to me, don't let Harry get involved with that woman. She will dig up all of Harry's ancestors." Ron explained.

The little witch was somewhat relieved, and Harry realized that he seemed to have just waded through the whirlpool and was still safe.

...

In a dark underground corridor, Rita Skeeter's figure disappeared for a few seconds, and then a beetle flew out of the darkness, flapping its wings and skillfully flying to the side of the underground classroom No. 2. The

beetle hovered in the air for a few seconds, staring at the doorplate of "Defense Against the Dark Arts Class - Gilderoy Lockhart" in an anthropomorphic way, and it quietly slipped in through the crack of the door.

Lockhart was circling around in his office, his expression was a little exasperated. Even the row of portraits hanging on the wall became sad.

The beetle landed on the edge of a portrait, looking down at him condescendingly.

"Damn #%&..."

Lockhart lost his former demeanor and kept rubbing his hair with both hands, and his golden curly hair became more and more messy.

"Maybe I can do something, just like before, I am very good at it, good enough..."

Lockhart muttered to himself in front of a life-size portrait of himself. The Lockhart in the portrait gave him a thumbs up, showing his white teeth.

"But what about the charge of assaulting the Minister of Magic? Oh my God, this is ridiculous, it was just an accident, an accident! I won't let anyone accuse me casually, even if he is the Minister of Magic!" "

I'm not someone who can be easily provoked. I have a huge readership, and they will all support me."

Lockhart thought carefully for a while, and he should not be imprisoned in Azkaban, which made him feel better.

"But if my readers knew that I was lying to them..." He couldn't help but shudder.

Everything seemed to be back to the beginning, how should he solve the trouble of Rita Skeeter.

Lockhart became irritable again. He felt that he should not be greedy for the sales of the new book and agreed to Dumbledore to be the professor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Old liar!"

After a long while, Lockhart sat on a chair, took out a piece of parchment and wrote something quickly.

The beetle spread its wings and quietly approached from the other side. It landed near a pile of published books, crawled over the white velvet handkerchief, and hid behind an exquisite narrow-mouthed cup.

This position is just right to see the words written by Lockhart.

"Ms. Rita Skeeter, I am in a calm mood..." After writing a few words, Lockhart suddenly crumpled the parchment into a ball and threw it out.

The ball of paper knocked over the narrow-necked cup on the table, revealing the beetle hiding behind it.

For a second or two, Lockhart and the beetle looked at each other's eyes, and a huge sense of absurdity surged in his heart - the pattern on its body was exactly the same as the jewelry glasses of that woman Rita Skeeter!

"Why is there such a disgusting thing in my room?"

Under his gaze, the beetle quickly ran away.

But Lockhart didn't think much about it. He picked up a stack of student homework and slapped it hard.

"Pah!"

But the beetle was not hurt at all, but ran even more happily. It climbed to the edge of the table, flapped its wings and flew away quickly from Lockhart.

"Hey, I don't believe it!" Lockhart chased the annoying beetle and hit it.

After dodging several times, the beetle was knocked to the ground by Lockhart. He stepped on it with one foot -

it was finally solved, and his depressed mood was relieved a lot.

Wait, this feeling under his feet...

Lockhart soon discovered that something was wrong. A dazzling light began to burst out from the soles of his feet. His feet were involuntarily propped up and pushed away. A woman's head appeared, and soon her limbs stretched out.

He was dumbfounded. The beetle under his feet turned into a woman, a hateful woman named Rita Skeeter!

"Rita Skeeter! You, you you you!" Lockhart was stunned. His foot was still on her shoulder. He stepped back in horror and hit the table hard.

Rita Skeeter lay on the ground with an embarrassed expression on her face. She never expected that things would develop to this point.

Lockhart, this idiot, ran into him with a one in a million chance. What kind of luck is this!

He has peeped into countless secrets over the years, and now he is going to fall into the hands of a fool?

Does he have any discrimination against beetles? !

On the other side, Lockhart's expression was uncertain. He stroked his hand backwards. On the table was his wand...

He stalled for time: "Rita Skeeter! I didn't expect you to be an Animagus. Oh my God! You are an illegal Animagus, and you sneaked into my room to peek..." He turned around and grabbed the wand! With

the wand in hand, he was sure of victory.

But when he turned around, Rita Skeeter had already rushed up with bared teeth.

"Bang!"

Skeeter's fat body hit Lockhart, making him scream in pain. The two wrestled together, and the portraits of Lockhart on the wall screamed in unison.

"Get out!" Lockhart struggled desperately.

"Huff huff!"

Rita Skeeter gained the upper hand with her size. She suppressed Lockhart with one hand and pulled out the wand from her pocket with the other hand. The tip of the wand hit his forehead hard, and she recited the spell frantically.

"Obligate!"

After a moment, Lockhart's expression became blank.

When he came back to his senses, Lockhart felt that his mind was a little confused, "Well, what was I thinking about? By the way, that woman Rita Skeeter, I have to write to her, I have to agree to her request, otherwise my career and reputation will be ruined."

"Merlin, troubles come one after another, I shouldn't have come to Hogwarts!"

Lockhart stood up, the office had become tidy again, but the characters in the portraits on the wall were sick and obviously had no spirit.

...

On the other side, Felix followed Dumbledore and others to the school hospital. Dumbledore summoned the phoenix Fawkes again. The little guy looked at his master with a reproachful look, and reluctantly treated Fudge with tears.

"At least there are no sequelae. If the news that the Minister of Magic was attacked in Hogwarts spreads..." Madam Pomfrey on the side poured out a bottle of black medicine and poured it into Fudge, and his cheeks became rosy.

"From what I know about the Minister, he won't tell anyone." Kingsley said, "But that woman named Rita Skeeter is a hidden danger!"

"Don't worry, I will communicate with her." Felix said calmly. He looked at Fudge's face and quietly pulled a handful of his hair.

It's not that he wants to do anything, but the position is too good and the opportunity is too rare. It's

a waste not to pull it, just in case there is a chance to use it in the future. .