At the same time, Felix was dressed and standing in the fireplace of the office. He sprinkled a handful of Floo powder, said "Diagon Alley" clearly and loudly, and disappeared into Hogwarts.

Diagon Alley.

Felix came out of the public fireplace, shook off the dust on his body, and took out a piece of paper from his pocket - it was an address.

The next moment, Felix Apparated away.

In the suburbs of London, in front of a detached house, a tall figure suddenly appeared.

Felix looked at the house number, walked up the steps in the wind and snow, and knocked on the door with his wand.

A moment later, an exquisite woman opened the door. Her eyes were looking through a pair of jeweled glasses, and she was looking at the stranger in front of her with a scrutinizing look.

Felix introduced himself gently, "Felix Hep, currently the professor of Ancient Runes at Hogwarts - you mentioned me in the newspaper, Ms. Skeeter."

"Are you Felix Hep?" Rita Skeeter's eyes lit up, and in the blink of an eye, her fingers painted with bright red nails grabbed Felix's arm and dragged him into the room, "Come in!"

The tables and chairs in the living room were arranged very neatly, and the air was filled with the smell of magical aromatherapy. On both walls, on one side was a huge floor-to-ceiling wine cabinet, and on the other side were square shelves with various books, trophies, and newspapers. On the shelf behind the door, there was an alligator leather handbag.

"That's the honor I received... Felix, I'm very interested in you, and I've wanted to interview you for a long time." Rita Skeeter sat opposite him, her hair was made into delicate, stiff, and weird big curls, which looked particularly awkward with her big chin.

"Ms. Skeeter..."

Felix was interrupted quickly. This woman was so powerful that she waved her wand and a shorthand quill and a roll of parchment flew out of her crocodile leather handbag.

"Felix, I'll use the shorthand quill to take notes. You won't object, will you? This way I can free my hands and talk to you normally..."

Before he could reply, the parchment had automatically spread out, and the shorthand quill fell vertically on it, with the tip of the pen trembling slightly.

"Well, where to start... Let's start with the purpose of your visit today. I guess..." She suddenly laughed, revealing three gold teeth, "You were commissioned by someone, right?" The

long, green shorthand quill danced quickly, pouring out a string of fluent words:

This late-night visitor was full of thoughts. Facing the author's questions, he showed strong dissatisfaction, but not against the author, but the shadow behind the whole incident...

Felix laughed softly. He looked at the wall clock. It was just seven o'clock.

He did not reply, but looked at the furnishings in the living room with interest. The floor-to-ceiling wine cabinet occupied one-third of the wall. The wine cabinet was filled with large and small, exquisitely shaped wine bottles, and some scattered ornaments.

Rita Skeeter raised a thick eyebrow.

"Are you worried, Felix? It doesn't matter. Our readers like people with rebellious personalities. They will protect you."

"Rebellious personality?" Felix repeated.

"Yes, like people who are not afraid of power and resist authority... If you are threatened, don't worry, tell us, and we will give you fair treatment."

The quick-drawing feather pen was still recording, but Felix was not interested in reading it. He stood up and went to the honor shelf opposite the wine cabinet.

The shelf was full of personal honors belonging to Rita Skeeter, including the articles and newspapers she had published over the years, best-selling books and their sales certificates, and all kinds of stuff like this...

For example, he saw the book "Armando Dippet: Master or Idiot?" He sighed, "If half of what's in this book is true, it can be a good toilet read..."

Rita Skeeter's eyebrows wrinkled, her thick fingers tightly grasped the wand, and her two-inch long bright red nails pierced into the skin.

She quickly stood up and came to Felix, staring at him intently, "Felix, I know you, one of my colleagues advised me not to hit on you... Ridiculous remarks, he only graduated a few years ago, and entered the news system with his family background." She said meaningfully.

"If you ask me, our readers have the right to know the truth, such as-"

"The truth?" Felix interrupted her.

"Yes, the truth!" She emphasized deliberately, "Let's talk about you, your experiences, childhood and other topics. I think this can help you have a clear positioning of yourself."

"I think there is no need for this. I know clearly what kind of person I am."

However, Rita Skeeter did not give up. The parchment and sketch pen on the table flew in front of her. "Felix, you were born in a Muggle orphanage, but you entered Slytherin when you entered school. You must have been bullied a lot, right? Are you interested in talking about it? I think many readers will be very interested in this."

"Rita, Rita, do you really know me?"

"Of course!" Her eyes were fixed on him, as if she was looking at a precious treasure. "Felix, you are well-known in the wizarding world. You have many labels: a Slytherin from a Muggle orphanage, you received many death threats while at school, and under the protection of Dumbledore, you defeated the Shafik family, one of the 28 pure bloods, and a group of dark wizards. After graduation, you became an expert in the Muggle field, and now you are back to Hogwarts to teach..."

Rita Skeeter said as she let the quill pen record quickly. Looking at Felix's noncommittal attitude, she said temptingly, "Your experience is legendary. If you agree, I am willing to write a biography for you, which means countless gold Galleons and great fame!"

"However, the label of Muggle expert seems too weak. Our readers like wizards with strong personalities, and it would be best if they have a relationship with celebrities... Let me think about it, how to deal with it?"

Felix was amused. He pointed to the book in front of him, "Like this kind of biography?"

"Art requires a certain amount of imagination." She said cunningly.

Felix was getting impatient. He decided to solve the problem as soon as possible, so he returned to his seat.

This behavior made Rita Skeeter mistakenly think that he agreed, so she sat down on the sofa and said impatiently and domineeringly: "Let's start with your relationship with Dumbledore."

"Ms. Skeeter, I need you to stop reporting false information. I noticed that you mentioned me in the Daily Prophet and were going to make up a lot of things-" "

I'm not making it up. At most, it's a different perspective..."

Felix nodded. "Let me tell you what a different perspective is." He tapped the table with his fingers.

"Tada," the fingertips collided with the table, making a crisp sound.

"What are you talking about--" Rita Skeeter suddenly choked, and she found that the world in her eyes had suddenly changed.

The colors were disappearing quickly, the exquisite purple long-necked kettle, the crimson robe on her body, the golden trophy in the cabinet, the dark brown crocodile leather handbag, the light yellow parchment, the green sketching quill...

all the colors were fading away.