Rita looked at Harry in dismay.

She found it hard to accept this fact. Her throat seemed to be stuffed with cement. The air stagnated around her, suffocating her. She struggled for a long time before she spoke. The voice she uttered was so hoarse that she even scared herself: "Mr. Potter, are you kidding..."

"No." Harry shook his head expressionlessly, "Perhaps, should I reiterate it?"

Rita was terrified, as if someone was pulling her scalp and pulling her to stand up.

But her legs went weak, her body left the support of the stool, and she immediately collapsed and fell heavily to the ground.

Ron reacted quickly, took out his wand and was about to cast a spell.

The Daily Prophet report flashed through his mind.

Hermione's expressionless face, similar to Harry's, flashed by.

Papers on potions, spells, and transfiguration flashed by.

He stopped abruptly and watched Rita hit the ground with a loud, dull thud, a good head.

Rita didn't feel any pain at all. The feeling of a knife twisting her heart overshadowed everything.

She hated herself so much that she wanted to borrow a time-turner from Hermione, go back one minute, and knock herself out and beat herself half to death.

Mr. Potter clearly reminded me!

It was made so clear that Tom Riddle was a dangerous man who was better off not knowing.

You are so talkative, why are you asking such questions?

As a journalist for so many years, he has been very successful. Isn't it all because of his ability to get along with everyone, to know when to stop and to take a break? He knows what to write and what not to write. Even for the sake of newspaper sales, he has to talk about some explosive topics, such as "Dumbledore has Alzheimer's disease and is crazy", and he has never been retaliated against.

Of course, this also has something to do with the fact that her backer is Fudge.

How come you have forgotten all your skills now!

Could you trade all your possessions for a brain that has never heard of this?

She raised her head with difficulty and looked at Harry: "Mr. Potter, I... I..."

"You already know this," Harry said softly.

Rita struggled to get up, grabbed the stool leg, and sat back down: "I, I'm not very scared, the mysterious man is dead, yes, that night, he was killed by you, the savior of the magic world!"

"Even if I knew..."

Harry interrupted her: "Really, is he really dead?"

Rita looked blankly at the cat: "Mr. Potter, what are you talking about?"

"Eleven years, he's dead, and the Death Eaters have been..."

"He's not dead." Harry maintained a gentle tone, "He's still alive, just very weak."

"You must have heard some rumors about Hogwarts? I mean, those after I enrolled."

Rita nodded.

Of course she knew that as a reporter, how could she not be sensitive to the events? It was just that she didn't know much about these things. She could only hear strange rumors from other young wizards. The truth was all in the professor and Harry's minds.

Although she only cared about sales and not reputation, and the rumors might be more interesting than the truth, the report could not be sent out because Dumbledore would not allow it.

Dumbledore wouldn't allow it.

What a simple four words.

It became the heaviest mountain weighing on the newspaper, causing her to lose a lot of sales.

"When I was in my first year, Voldemort possessed Quirrell, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at the time, and tried to steal something, but I discovered him and stopped him," Harry said lightly.

"In the second year, it was Voldemort again. He opened the Chamber of Secrets again." Harry noticed the change in Rita's expression and nodded slightly. "Yes, he is the heir of Slytherin. I can hardly imagine how stupid and perfunctory you must be to pin this crime on Professor Hagrid."

Rita's expression didn't change much, except for the fear of the name "Voldemort".

It was even mild compared to her curses against the Ministry, which didn't even contain the "F" word.

"I saw it with my own eyes, and I fought him more than once." Harry concluded, "He is still alive. I know it, and Professor Dumbledore knows it too."

Rita was apprehensive: "What about the third graders? Are they also mysterious people?"

"I heard you took the professor..."

Harry shook his head, "No, he didn't show up in the third year, and as for the conflict with Professor Snape, it was just some paternal grudges."

"You really chopped the professor to pieces!" Rita screamed. She had always been certain that this was definitely a rumor.

Harry waved his hand and said calmly: "It's not important."

Rita shook her head subconsciously.

No, this is important!

At least for myself, it is important.

Her judgment of Harry has always remained at the level of a "student". No matter how outstanding he is, he is no more than an outstanding seventh-year graduate - such as Percy, who does odd jobs in the Ministry of Magic, has no sense of existence, is treated like a beast of burden, and cannot be promoted by his boss.

Now we have to keep going higher.

Professor... no, the dean!

Snape is no ordinary professor. He is the youngest Potions Master and the Head of Slytherin.

If terror hadn't consumed her entire body, leaving her with no strength left, she would have wanted to raise her hand and slap herself a few times. She wanted to cross a longer time dimension, and now she not only wanted to go back ten minutes ago, but also half a year ago.

Rita, ah Rita, you have really grown in ability.

How dare you offend such a person? If you have the time, why not write a few more articles criticizing the Ministry of Magic, Fudge, and Dumbledore?

"Voldemort is not dead yet, he may be plotting a huge conspiracy." Harry continued softly.

Nerves were jumping and flashing through her head. Rita's face became paler, her expression became more panicked, and her body became more limp. "Was the Quidditch World Cup instigated by the mysterious person?"

Harry said nothing, he didn't know that.

But in Rita's opinion, he just agreed.

"The Goblet of Fire spat out your name three times. Was it also done by the Death Eaters?" Rita swallowed hard. Her mouth was so dry that there was not a drop of semen in her mouth.

Harry nodded. "Probably."

He paused and said, "Let me tell you an interesting piece of news. Why did I suspect that Barty Crouch Jr. was still alive? Because after the start of the school year, I found that Professor Moody was replaced by someone named 'Barty Crouch'."

"And Director Scrimgeour first ascertained that Mr. Barty Crouch of the Department of International Magical Cooperation was still at the Ministry."

"But when he came to Hogwarts to capture 'Barty Crouch' who replaced Professor Moody, he discovered that Mr. Barty Crouch was Barty Crouch of the Department of International Magical Cooperation. During the pursuit, an accident occurred and Barty Crouch died."

Rita was a little mad.

Another incredible news.

So this is how Barty Crouch died? If it could be published in the newspaper, how many copies would be sold, what a huge achievement it would be!

"Why do you suspect Barty Crouch Jr?" Rita frowned. "Mr. Potter, you don't seem to have seen what the Barty Crouch who replaced Professor Moody looks like? Why is it not the same person as the one in the Ministry of Magic? Is it a spell? Or a house elf in disguise?"

"Even though house-elves can't take Polyjuice Potion, there's always magic that can do it."

Harry nodded: "It's possible."

"But the leader of the Death Eaters at the Quidditch World Cup was able to command Crouch's house-elf, and he was not the same person as Barty Crouch Sr."

"And I found an Invisibility Cloak stained with the scent of the Death Eater leader at the place where Barty Crouch died."

"He was most likely present when Barty Crouch Sr. died."

Rita found it harder to breathe.

These things entangled her like a tangled mess, and she was like a moth caught in a spider's web, struggling but in vain.

"Mr. Potter, why are you telling me this?" After a long time, she recovered a little, her face pale and her voice trembling as she asked.

Harry smiled faintly, "Miss Skeeter, this is what you want to know."

Rita clutched her chest.

Pain, a cramping pain.

"This is more solid than the Unbreakable Vow." Harry continued, "When a person is in a deadly situation, he will struggle with all his strength, and often burst out with strength that he himself could not imagine."

"Ms. Skeeter, I believe you have more potential and greater abilities."

Rita gritted her teeth. She would rather become more mediocre than be like this, but it was too late. She had heard everything she should hear. She took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Potter, will you protect me?"

"Professor Dumbledore and I both know how to do it." Harry nodded and promised seriously, "You are very smart, and you graduated from Ravenclaw. I think you should know what to do and what not to do."

"Of course I understand!" Rita said loudly, spurting the words out of her throat. "I've made a mistake once, and it won't happen again."

Harry nodded and held up two fingers: "Two things, don't forget."

"One is to go to Crouch's house and look for any traces of Crouch Jr." Rita frowned, "What about the other one?"

Did you miss it?

That's impossible.

Harry said, "It's still related to Tom Riddle. He must have inquired about a lot of things about the Big Four back then. He is collecting their relics, and maybe also the relics of the Gaunt family, and there will be other legendary wizards and legendary items."

"I need you to find out as much as you can about what he was interested in, how much he collected, where he collected it, and where he might have hidden it."

The strength that Rita had just regained disappeared immediately after hearing this: "You asked me to collect information about the mysterious man!"

"Mr. Potter, do you want me dead?"

"If possible, you should do it yourself. The mysterious man... he is very cruel."

Harry shook his head. "Relax, he is very weak now. He is so weak that even you, Crookshanks, or Ron can defeat him as long as they are not afraid of him."

"Harry!" Ron exclaimed in a low voice. He was obviously able to beat Crookshanks.

Rita questioned, "Really?"

"Of course." Harry nodded and waved his wand gently. The Sorting Hat, which was warming itself by the fire, turned around. A bottle of golden potion flew out and landed next to Rita's hand. "Do you recognize it? This is a guarantee for you."

"Felixir!" Rita's eyes and mouth were full of surprise.

The Felix Felicis, of course, was not Snape's bottle. This was brewed specially for his research on potions.

"For me?" Rita held it carefully and looked at Harry with some disbelief in her eyes.

Harry nodded. "You are up against Voldemort. Ladybug Animagus are rare and can be very useful. You are a rare animal, Miss Skeeter."

Rita couldn't wait to stuff it into her bag: "Mr. Potter, it may take me a long time to give you the news about the mysterious man."

"But regarding Crouch's matter, I will definitely get the result before Christmas and report it to you in detail!"

Felicis is the most precious potion, perhaps the only one. Rita was lucky enough to see it once when she was a student, but after leaving Hogwarts, she could only see it in books and had no way to buy it.

Apart from being a little scary and causing me a bit of pressure, Mr. Porter is a really good person.

She tore off the contents of the notebook, handed it back to Harry, rested by the fireplace for a while, and was about to turn into a ladybug and fly away.

Harry suddenly said, "By the way, Miss Skeeter, I have another piece of news for you."

Rita was stunned and looked back blankly.

"Professor Dumbledore and I have confirmed that Senior Tom was a person who liked to sneak into the girls' bathroom when he was a student." Harry started, and a few words came clearly into her ears.