Rita Skeeter lowered her head deeply, not daring to speak loudly. She felt that she had difficulty breathing, but this time she was sure that she was not affected by magic, but something was more thrilling than magic.

She knew that she had to make a decision as soon as possible. She knew very well that the man in front of her did not care about her life or death. The only purpose of his coming to her last time was to make her learn to shut up, and when she did so, she was no longer troubled by this. But at the same time, if she wanted to seek help, she had to pay some price.

And she was confident that the name Rita Skeeter itself represented value.

"Dear Mr. Hep," she said sincerely, "I hope to get some advice when I make a fatal mistake." At the same time, she couldn't help complaining about another person who lived high up in the castle, Dumbledore.

In her new book, although she avoided the name, she, who was always bold and good at scheming, used many hints, and under the gimmick of "the entanglement between the dark devil and his loyal Death Eaters" that could not be said clearly but was recognized, she added a lot of details.

As for the information about Regulus, she didn't find much inside information. Her reputation among wizards was ruined, and turning into a beetle was useless. Ordinary people would not talk about a dead person anytime and anywhere. She only found some public information and patched up the characteristics of more than a dozen famous ancestors of the Black family.

Therefore, the descendant of the pure-blooded family with "pure and noble blood" in the book was sometimes elegant and tolerant, and sometimes cautious and sharp-tongued, a bit like the person in front of her... But

the person whose name cannot be mentioned was different. This was a big drama she carefully created. In order to impact the honor of "the best-selling book of the 20th century", the wording used in the publicity of this book abroad was "The Secret Past of the Second Dark Lord". She personally hinted to foreign publishers to connect the mysterious man with the big man who was now imprisoned in the tower. She was very good at these little tricks and was familiar with them.

The long experience of peeping made her realize one thing: although people avoid talking about it, there is a noisy little devil deep in everyone's heart. They hope to see the unattainable big man step down from the altar, or be kicked off the altar.

And she, Rita Skeeter, played the role of a stumbling block.

With this idea in mind, she filled the book with a lot of real details. For this reason, she had to pursue the past of the mysterious man like a hardworking beetle, especially his childhood experience. This is a dangerous behavior. She carefully selected the breakthrough point. After knowing several great surnames, she decisively focused on the mysterious man's childhood and his life in the orphanage.

Coincidentally, she met Dumbledore, who was also interested in the mysterious man's childhood. They met at the residence of an orphanage director. Dumbledore did not mention the fatal danger she might encounter, but only tactfully persuaded her "It's better not to do this..."

This old bee who can only buzz! Rita Skeeter used the homophony of Dumbledore's name to complain in her heart.

How old is he this year?

Rita Skeeter had some secret malicious thoughts, but when she thought that with his profound magical powers, he might live longer than her, she gave up all her thoughts. Maybe it would be nice to criticize his school management methods in the newspaper, or describe him as a crazy old lunatic, but she didn't dare to dig out the real secrets while he was still alive.

A scrutinizing gaze swept over her, making her gasp and shudder. The blazing fireplace didn't bring her much warmth, and her complicated thoughts were extinguished at once.

"You seek my advice?"

"To be honest, I can't see that you regret it... maybe you enjoy it?" Felix said softly: "That makes sense. You make a choice and bear all the consequences of your choice."

"No, that's not it." Rita Skeeter said hurriedly: "I know you have a lot of influence on some people, such as the last Blake... just say hello"

"Say hello?" Felix interrupted her: "If I understand correctly, you want me to sacrifice the interests of my friends to help someone who, excuse me, has little relationship with me?"

Skeeter's breath suddenly choked.

"Chiji (that's right)!" Valen shouted indignantly in his arms.

Rita Skeeter's posture was even lower. She told all her experiences in the past few days. As she acted, she seemed to get into the state. The eyes on her stiff face that always lacked empathy were filled with tears.

"I'm sorry for what happened to you." Felix responded simply after listening, "But don't say you're innocent. You made all these decisions when you were sober."

"I know..." Rita Skeeter said cunningly, "I brought some 'sincerity'." She raised her hands and showed him her bright red long nails, and then the nails made a "clicking" sound and detached from her hands.

Ten nails that looked like small daggers floated in front of Felix. Sniff wanted to reach out and grab them, but he stopped him. He observed them through the air for a while and turned his head away calmly.

"I have three suggestions. You can choose to listen to them, or not, or just listen to one or two. You are a smart person, Rita, you need to make your own judgment."

"First, dilute the influence of the book. As for how much you can do, it depends on how determined you are. But I need to remind you that Dumbledore will not be interested in the childhood of a dead person..."

"Second, I will contact Sirius and tell him that you promised to write a biography for Regulus. He doesn't care about his own reputation, but he can't tolerate others tarnishing his brother. So, Rita, use your best writing skills."

"Finally..."

Felix's slender fingers shook slightly, and an Ouroboros ring suddenly appeared, turning into a black jade-like snake. It rushed in front of her with a "whoosh" sound, and before she could react, it swam to her bare finger.

Rita Skeeter stared at the ring absent-mindedly, and looked into the green eyes of the snake that kept swimming.

"If you are in trouble and your life is threatened, just rub this ring. Believe me, you will have enough time to send a message for help. If those people take action because of your 'offense', they will not let you die easily."

Rita Skeeter exhaled, her expression became more solemn. She lowered her head and took two steps back, saying respectfully: "I can do all three points, Mr. Hep." Then she turned into a fat beetle again and flew out of the castle.

Felix lowered his head in thought, took out a piece of parchment, and wrote a short message:

"Sirius, I know you are worried about that annoying book, and I was just about to talk to you about it.

Rita Skeeter just found me and said that this book will not be reprinted, but the thousands of copies that have been published may not be recovered. I arranged for Remus to purchase the stocks on the market two days ago and try to minimize the impact.

In addition, she has also agreed to write a biography for Regulus. Every word in the biography must be approved by you. You can hold her to the most stringent standards. I believe that you and Kreacher can provide enough details to make the characters in the book more fleshed out, but I suggest that you fade out the name of the Horcrux or postpone the publication of this part...

So, you'd better not linger at the door of Rita Skeeter's house. She has become a frightened bird. I don't want to read the news that you were sent to Azkaban in the newspaper while eating breakfast.

In addition, if you want to enter Hogwarts as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts next year, it's best to make some preparations in advance. I have a friend in the Muggle world who can arrange for you to be an assistant for a period of time. If

you are interested, please contact Mr. Zacharias Clifford at the address..."

After writing the letter, the flames in the fireplace suddenly turned bright green. Felix threw the parchment into the flames, and it spun and disappeared.

Coming back to his senses, Valen was staring at the bright red nails in the air, "Oh, that can't be given to you. "Felix said, putting away the nails that recorded countless secrets.

He positioned this thing as, maybe it will never be used, but maybe it will be used tomorrow.

Then he turned the wand, and a ray of silver light flew out from the tip of the wand. These rays of light were like silver silk, wrapping around Valen's body and gradually turning into entities. Valen kept twisting his body, looking at all this in amazement, as if countless invisible flower fairies were weaving clothes behind him, and finally forming a silver cloak.

"Chirp?"

"One of the recent research results is to reshape the patronus and condense it into a new entity." Felix said with a smile, "You can try it."

Valen blinked, looked at the glowing cloak behind him, put the hood on his head, and only half of his pink beak was exposed.

"Chirp! Chirp? "

It found itself floating up. Valen looked at Felix in surprise. Felix neither drew out his wand nor stretched out his finger. He just looked at it with a smile.

Valen twisted his body, and the silver cloak behind him swung along, and then it flew to one side of the office.

"Wow!"

After a while, Valen mastered the cloak behind him. As long as he turned slightly, the cloak could change its position quickly.

Sniff had a lot of fun, flying around the room, shouting in surprise.

Felix kept thinking in his heart that this magic might only be used by himself, but he had actually mastered a flying magic, but it had some side effects and was generally not used.

As for the principle and sample of the 'flying wings', he had handed them all over to Lupin.