"Okay, but Mr. Potter you really can't tell anyone else." Rita softened and she looked at Harry longingly.

Harry didn't respond: "It depends on your performance."

Rita turned and looked pitifully at Hermione and Ron.

Hermione didn't say anything.

Ron imitated Harry and said the same words in a somewhat childish way: "It depends on your performance."

Rita gritted her teeth. What's going on with these little wizards?

"How's the progress of those things I asked you to investigate?" Harry asked.

Rita took a deep breath: "Those things are not easy to get."

Harry had a blank expression on his face. He waved his hand downwards, motioning her to sit down. "It looks like I got it."

Rita was stunned, and felt more and more that Harry was not like a fourth-grade wizard. How could he be so perceptive at this age, as if he could see through people's hearts and discover his inner thoughts? Could it be that his Legilimency was so strong that it could not be detected by others?

"I didn't use Legilimency." Harry waved his hand again, "Sit down, we'll talk slowly."

Rita turned green.

You guessed my thoughts so accurately, and you still say it's useless?

These masters of soul-stealing and telepathy are so annoying!

She still didn't sit down, and took out her wand: "Mr. Potter, how about we make an unbreakable vow..."

Harry didn't say anything, just stared at her. His cold and calm eyes made her voice gradually die down, and her raised hand slowly dropped, and she sat down: "Okay, I get it."

Rita took a deep breath, waved her wand, and with a few whooshes, a stack of paper documents flew out of her small bag.

Soon it was piled up to the height of a fist.

"This is a list of the former Death Eaters in the Ministry of Magic." Rita's eyes sparkled. She seemed to come alive again when she talked about gossip. "To be honest, it's really hard to imagine that nearly one-third of the former Death Eaters are still working in the Ministry of Magic."

Ron gasped, eyes full of shock.

Hermione was also startled.

"If this could be published in the Daily Prophet, it would definitely cause the biggest sensation." She thought excitedly, her cheeks flushed.

Harry picked up one at random.

"August Rookwood, an official at the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic."

What follows is a brief introduction about him.

He picked up the second one.

"Walton MacNeill, Officer at the Ministry of Magic's Commission for the Control of Magical Creatures."

Those at the top are the "former Death Eaters" who are still working in the Ministry of Magic, while those below are no longer working in the Ministry of Magic and are finding their own way to survive.

"Very good." Harry nodded. "What's the second thing?"

Rita continued: "Mr. Potter, I have to say that your request is really troublesome."

"That's Azkaban. Although the Dementors' influence on me will be less after I become an Animagus, it still makes me very uncomfortable. I took a big risk."

Harry raised his hand and pointed at the table.

Rita paused, then quickly changed her words: "I dug up Barty Crouch Jr.'s grave, and his body was inside. Although it was unrecognizable, I was pretty sure it was the body of a young man."

Hermione and Ron paused in their flipping through the documents and moved their stools further away from Rita.

Rita gritted her teeth and looked at the two little wizards.

What's the meaning!

It's not like I just dug a grave and came back immediately.

It has been several days. I have taken countless baths and cleaned myself inside and out.

And when digging, use magic spells instead of doing it yourself!

There is absolutely no way it could be stained with the stench of a corpse or anything like that.

Besides, I am working for Harry, your dearest Harry!

"Are you sure that's Barty Crouch Jr?" Harry asked. "Can you still see his face clearly?"

Rita was stunned and shook her head: "Of course not, he has been dead for more than ten years, and his body has long been rotten beyond recognition."

"Are you doubting that the man who died was not Barty Crouch Jr.?"

Her face became even more excited, and she subconsciously took out her feather pen and notebook. When they were both placed on her knees, she realized that it was not appropriate to make any records in this situation, and she put the things back into her bag awkwardly.

Harry nodded: "Go to Crouch's house and check to confirm whether the dead man is Barty Crouch Jr."

Rita agreed willingly: "Of course, I'd love to."

As a journalist, I have a natural curiosity and passion for exploring this kind of gossip without any risk.

"And the third thing?" Harry continued to inquire.

Rita's face froze.

"Tell me about your progress." Harry frowned slightly.

Rita sighed, "This is a very difficult matter. Tom Riddle is such an ordinary and unremarkable name. There is no young wizard in Hogwarts with this last name. I really don't know what you are looking for his information for."

She was still trying to find out.

Harry said nothing, just looked at her in silence.

Rita restrained her expression and controlled her professional habits: "At first I didn't find this person in the Ministry of Magic. There was no trace of him."

"But since you said so, I think he must exist."

"So I went to the areas where the secret files were kept, which I had never dared to set foot in before, and finally found some information related to him."

She paused and said, "It's just that the files are protected by magic. I can't bring them out. I can only orally tell you."

Harry pointed to her bag. "Write it down with a quill."

Rita took out her belongings, opened her notebook, and was about to put down her quill when she paused: "Mr. Potter, can I borrow a quill from you? I use this one for work, and it may not be able to record my words very well."

Hermione waved her wand and a quill on the table flew towards her.

With a bang, it hit her in the face and knocked her glasses off.

"Sorry, I couldn't control the spell well." Hermione said expressionlessly and put away her wand.

Rita adjusted her glasses and smiled sweetly: "It doesn't matter."

I spat in my heart.

Do you think I don't recognize you?

Miss Hermione Granger, the lioness of Gryffindor House, is the best little witch in the fourth grade except Harry. She even got approval from the Ministry of Magic to use the "Time Turner", a magical item that only the best, most outstanding and most trusted little wizards are allowed to use.

You're not good at using spells?

It's almost as ridiculous as Mr. Porter suddenly becoming reckless, innocent and cute.

Rita cast a spell and placed the quill upright on the notebook: "Tom Marvolo Riddle was born on December 31, 1926 in Little Hangletonshire. He is an outstanding graduate of Hogwarts Slytherin College. He once reported Rubeus Hagrid during the Chamber of Secrets incident and won himself a special contribution award."

"With a surname like 'Riddle', his mother is actually the famous Gaunt. It is hard to imagine that Gaunt would marry a Muggle, and few people know that Mr. Riddle is a descendant of the Gaunt family."

She paused, expecting to see some change in Harry's expression.

But Harry looked calm, and so did Hermione beside him.

Only the little boy from the Weasley family had a change of expression, but it was not surprise or shock, but a complicated look with a frown. Was he expressing disgust or nausea?

Um?

Why does this expression appear?

Even if the Weasleys were not very close to pure-bloods, they themselves were pure-bloods, so they wouldn't be disgusted with pure-bloods to this extent...

She continued with a head full of doubts: "However, he did not grow up in the wizarding world. Instead, he was abandoned in a Muggle orphanage, where he grew up. However, this did not affect his excellence."

"After graduating with twelve 'O's' in grades, the Ministry of Magic offered him many excellent positions, including positions in the Department of Mysteries and the Department of Law Enforcement, but he refused to accept any of them and instead went to work in a magic shop in Knockturn Alley."

"And then..."

"There is no record of him. It seems that his life has come to an abrupt end."

Rita slowed down her speech. "Out of curiosity, I transformed into an Animagus and sneaked into the store, but there was no employee named Tom Riddle there."

"What's the name of that shop?" Harry asked.

Rita answered immediately: "Borgin and Burke."

Harry nodded. Rita couldn't control her curiosity. At first, she thought he was a very dangerous person, but after investigation, she found that although his resume was excellent, it was also mediocre.

He couldn't be compared with Harry, he wasn't legendary at all, in her eyes, he was just a copy of Miss Hermione Granger.

Maybe……

Mr. Porter was just threatening me that night, but he wasn't actually dangerous?

Besides, he has been missing for almost fifty years, so even if we find out some news about him, it won't have any impact.

She hesitated for a moment and spoke carefully: "Mr. Potter, who is this Mr. Tom Riddle? Why do you want to know about him?"

"I can trade you something interesting."

"You know Ms. Umbridge, one of the judges of the Triwizard Tournament, right?" She made up her mind to express her sincerity, and spoke first, revealing her news. "She has always claimed that she is a pure-blood and is related to the Selwyn family."

"But she is actually a half-blood, her mother is a Muggle, and she has a Squib brother. Her father is a cleaner at the Ministry of Magic, and his last name is also Umbridge."

There is no shame in one's origin.

But she thought that her background was shameful, so she concealed her identity and resisted her relationship with her father, which was very shameful.

Hermione frowned in disgust. No wonder she disliked that toad-like woman from the first sight.

Ron's expression became even more disgusted.

"It seems that you really want to know the identity of Senior Tom." Harry said calmly, "Since you are so sincere, I will continue with what you just said."

Rita sat up straight and waved her wand, letting the quill record Harry's words.

"After leaving the store, Senior Tom disappeared for ten years. When he came back, he used magic to change his appearance. No one could recognize the once excellent and handsome Tom. He also changed his name."

Rita was stunned.

Harry went on: "And that name is familiar to you."

"Voldemort."

"That's the name he's been using since his change of identity."

Rita shuddered and looked at Harry in panic. She felt as if she had fallen into a cold cave. Her blood and heartbeat stopped at that moment.

Is Tom Riddle, a mixed-blood, the "extreme purist" Dark Lord?