Rita looked at Harry in fear.

This answer was beyond her expectations.

She turned her head stiffly and looked at Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard in the wizarding world, a white wizard who would almost obey all the orders of the Ministry of Magic. At this moment, he had no reaction to Harry's remarks, and there was only a helpless smile on his face.

"Harry, you always hurt an old man like me." Dumbledore sighed.

Harry remained expressionless. "If you don't like to hear the truth, next time I can learn to flatter you like Lockhart."

"That would only make me feel worse." Dumbledore smiled and shook his head.

Harry raised his wand and poked Rita's face: "Didn't you throw out a question after my report?"

"I am here before you now, as Mr. Potter himself, giving you a response from Mr. Potter."

"I never thought I was a savior, nor did I intend to be like Mr. Dumbledore. I am just an avenger. Do you understand, dear Miss Skeeter?"

Rita nodded in panic.

"I've said before that if I meet you, I'll cut off your hands and pull out your tongue so you can't gossip anymore." Harry took out the sword of Gryffindor from the Sorting Hat.

Dumbledore took two steps back, as if he was afraid that blood would splatter on his robes.

Rita became more panicked.

"But I think we can make a deal." Harry put the sword on Rita's neck. "Do me a few favors, and I won't even tell the Ministry of Magic that you are an illegal Animagus."

"What favor?" Rita said hurriedly, "I'm good at writing articles. Tomorrow's front page headlines will all praise you... and how about Mr. Dumbledore's?"

"We are past the age of needing praise." Harry tapped her shoulder with his sword. "These are things that are very suitable for an Animagus of your size to do."

Rita's heart skipped a beat and she had a bad feeling.

"Help me find some information about a wizard named Tom Riddle from seventy to fifty years ago in the Ministry of Magic." Harry said softly.

Rita looked confused: "Tom Riddle? I've never heard of him."

"Would you like to hear it?" Harry smiled.

The smile is bewitching and dangerous.

Rita shook her head quickly: "No, I think this is probably not good news for me."

"Have some brains." Harry suppressed his smile. "Secondly, go check the news about the Crouch family and confirm whether Mr. Crouch Jr. is really dead. Also, who has Mr. Crouch been in contact with in the past few months. It would be best if we could find out all the contact details."

"Crouch?" Rita was even more confused. "Didn't Mr. Crouch die in an accident? I went to the Ministry of Magic to inquire, and everyone said so."

"If you bring me what I want, perhaps I can tell you the truth." Harry withdrew the sword but still held it in his hand.

Rita nodded: "Of course, that's no problem."

Harry went on to say, "The third thing is, who were the Death Eaters in the Ministry of Magic back then? Find out and make a list for me, okay?"

Rita's eyes immediately turned horrified.

Her mind suddenly flashed back to what Harry had just said - "I'm just an Avenger."

"Don't worry, I won't cause a river of bloodshed in the Ministry of Magic. Professor Dumbledore doesn't want to see that either." Harry shook his head and pointed out her little thoughts. "I just want to clarify something."

"Well, what do you think of this deal?"

Rita took a deep breath and nodded, a fake smile on her face: "Of course, Mr. Potter, these are just small things."

"I mean, I do this all the time."

Harry thrust the sword back into the Sorting Hat. "Good night then, Miss Skeeter."

He waved his wand, and all the wooden strips turned back into tables. Dumbledore also dissipated his magic, and the two of them walked out one after another, leaving Rita alone lying on the ground, gasping for breath, with the fear in her eyes and heart taking a long time to dissipate.

A fourth-grade boy wizard?

Rita wanted to spit on everyone in Hogwarts, spit shit all over their faces.

Is this the fourth grade little wizard?

The pressure brought to her was much greater than that of those good-for-nothings in the Ministry of Magic.

Harry and Dumbledore walked up the grand staircase.

"Weren't you afraid that I would really cut off her hand?" Harry looked at Dumbledore. Given the situation just now, with his personality, he should have intervened to stop it.

"I believe you." Dumbledore smiled slightly, "Besides, you are still young and have the opportunity to act impulsively. As long as you don't kill her, I can calm the trouble for you and you can learn a lesson."

"You hate her too." Harry nodded, suddenly realizing.

Dumbledore was startled, then laughed: "I do hate her a little. She always makes up nonsense. Many people think I am crazy. It's all because of her."

They walked into the stone statue on the third floor.

Dumbledore was relieved: "Are you still suspicious of Crouch?"

"Well, he can't be a scoundrel who wants to replace Professor Moody and find his own youth in the idle campus life." Harry nodded in agreement and took out the Marauder's Map.

Dumbledore also leaned over.

Among the densely packed names.

Harry quickly found "Rita Skeeter", who was still in the same classroom, and also quickly found the name of "Dolores Umbridge", who was outside the castle with Ludo, seemingly riding in a carriage, moving away from the school at a very fast speed.

In the kitchen, the names of the house elves were almost overlapping.

The four lounges were filled with students’ names.

The names of students from the two magic schools were walking around the Forbidden Forest and on the Black Lake, and Hagrid was wandering near the Beauxbatons RV.

But there isn't a single name that shouldn't be here.

"Besides Ludo, there are two other people who want me to participate in the Triwizard Tournament this time." Harry frowned, "If Crouch hadn't been discovered, he might have submitted my name to the Goblet of Fire."

"We can make a bold guess that the Death Eaters also want me to participate in the Triwizard Tournament."

Dumbledore also frowned.

“But the question is why?”

Harry opened the office door, placed the Marauder's Map on the table, and before Fawkes could react, he scooped it up into his arms.

Fawkes made a "click" sound, but Harry was very gentle and he moved slightly to adjust to a more comfortable position.

"It's impossible that Death Eaters still have such a strong sense of school honor after so many years of graduation. They hope that I can win the Triwizard Tournament trophy instead of the wizards from the other two schools." Harry sat down expressionlessly.

Dumbledore waved his wand and the glass of milk fell in front of Harry.

"Whiskey please, thank you." Harry deadpanned.

Dumbledore got a little more wand and replaced the milk with butterbeer.

Harry sighed and gulped down the drink. "Professor, do you have any ideas?"

Dumbledore shook his head. "I just checked the Goblet of Fire. It has been Confounding Charms cast on it many times. At least three times, maybe more."

"But I can't find the source of the magic. It's been too long. It's a trace from last night."

Harry looked at the Marauder's Map. "I shouldn't have slept last night."

"It's not your fault. No one can foresee these things." Dumbledore shook his head and continued to look at the Marauder's Map. He summoned a roll of parchment and tapped his wand lightly on it. A book and a parchment flew over.

Book and parchment overlap.

The quill was drawing on it, drawing a more detailed map of Hogwarts.

"What is this?" Harry looked at the book and pen.

They all have a very ancient atmosphere, and new breath is constantly emerging.

"The Book of Admission and the Pen of Acceptance." Dumbledore introduced, "These are the treasures left by the Big Four. All children with magical powers born in Great Britain will be recorded in the book. When they are eleven years old, a list will be made and given to Minerva, who will send admission letters to the students."

"Your father's Marauder's Map was based on this." Dumbledore paused slightly, his tone puzzled. "I don't remember them sneaking into my office."

"They have been in." A portrait suddenly spoke.

Dumbledore looked up at him.

It was Phineas Black, the headmaster of Hogwarts more than a hundred years ago and Sirius' great-great-grandfather.

"I brought them in." Phineas said shyly, "While you are out, even though Sirius has never been very likable, I am his great-great-grandfather after all, and I cannot refuse his request."

"They assured me that they were only interested in the Book of Admission and the Pen of Acceptance. I didn't expect them to come up with this."

Harry raised an eyebrow: "It seems that they are very brave."

"What clever little fellows." Dumbledore was not angry at all. "Fortunately, they are the only ones who are naughty."

"Isn't it a little too late for you to draw a map now?" Harry gulped down his refill of butterbeer.

Dumbledore shook his head. "It's not too late. After all, the Triwizard Tournament hasn't started yet. Besides, as the headmaster, I should leave some gifts for the next headmaster. Minerva will probably like it very much."

"That student will hate you to death." Harry said expressionlessly.

He could already imagine the scene.

After curfew, Professor McGonagall would hold up a map, wave her wand, and go out to catch every student who wandered at night. From then on, wandering at night would truly become a taboo at Hogwarts.

Dumbledore paused and said, "You are right. I should make some other arrangements then."

He waved his wand and tapped the parchment lightly, and the magical aura changed: "After eleven o'clock, students who travel at night are allowed not to appear on the map if they are not discovered, unless they are caught by professors or administrators."

"Well...their names will also be left in the dormitory to avoid being discovered by the professor."

"The appearance of already graduated students or non-Hogwarts faculty and staff will give an early warning, Fawkes, could you please call out?"

The phoenix, curled up in Harry's arms, reluctantly poked its head out and made a decadent "crack".

"This is not spirited enough." Dumbledore waved his wand and removed the magical aura just now.

Fox raised his head and let out a clear cry.

"That's right." Dumbledore continued drawing the map.

Harry picked up the Marauder's Map and stood up. "Professor, I'll be leaving then?"

"Good night. Don't worry too much. Not to mention that Severus and I are here, those Death Eaters can't pose any threat to you with your current strength." Dumbledore nodded to him and comforted him softly.

Harry waved his hand and walked to the door.

"Wait, Harry!" Dumbledore called to him. "Leave Fawkes here."

Harry looked at Fawkes in his arms and reluctantly put it back on the shelf, "I just wanted to get some more Phoenix Tears."

Fox grumbled in dissatisfaction.

The Sorting Hat translated: "It said it doesn't feel like crying lately."

"The Triwizard Tournament is a bit dangerous." Harry looked serious, "I have to make some preparations."

Fox thought for a moment, then remembered Hedwig's rations and nodded reluctantly.

"Maybe you can provide me with some phoenix feathers and phoenix blood?" Harry took the opportunity to make more requests.

Fox was startled and squeaked.

"It asks you what you want those things for," the Sorting Hat continued translating.

Harry replied: "I'm trying some potions recently and need these ingredients."

Fox croaked again.

The Sorting Hat translated: "It can be given to you, but it will cost ten pounds of Hedwig's owl rations."

"No problem." Harry nodded and agreed readily.

Fawkes crowed happily, and the Sorting Hat said, "It allows you to be ready before the first project. You pay with one hand and get the goods with the other."