The reporters with automatic writing quills stopped every employee working at the Ministry of Magic and asked them if they knew about the attack on the Ministry of Magic last night. They sharply questioned whether it was the fault of Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic. Cyrus saw a particularly conspicuous woman among the reporters. She looked very bright, and her hair was made into delicate, stiff and weird big curls. There was nothing wrong with this hairstyle, but it looked awkward with her big chin.

She was wearing a lot of jewels, even her glasses were gold-rimmed, and a thin gold chain hung on her frame. Her lips were painted redder than roses, and her nails looked like zombies pulled out of someone else's blood vessels.

Rita Skeeter.

Cyrus recognized her.

This is a very troublesome woman. She is not a threat, but she is disgusting.

He moved into the crowd, intending to avoid Rita Skeeter and take a detour into the Ministry of Magic. However, the woman's eyes were like the compound eyes of an insect, and she caught a glimpse of Cyrus at once.

"John Dawes!"

Rita Skeeter shouted in a shrill voice, laughing and showing her teeth in a way that she must have thought she looked very charming: "John Dawlish, wait, wait!"

She used her sharp nails to push through the crowd, and with a familiar look, she rushed to Cyrus in a few steps, bringing with her a strong, pungent and dizzying aroma.

Judging from their age alone, Dawlish and Rita Skeeter were classmates for a while, but in fact, they had no intersection. People like Rita and Lockhart have a common language, they are the same kind of people. However, Lockhart prefers to be in the limelight, while Skeeter likes to make up some unfounded things.

Cyrus took a step back in disgust, his upper body leaning back. Out of politeness, he did not pinch his nose directly: "Who are you?"

"Heartless!" Rita stretched out her fat finger in a self-proclaimed charming manner.

Of course she had done her homework before coming here.

It was not easy to get news from the Ministry of Magic. The moment she got the news, she had already thought of where to start. Interviewing a former classmate was a good choice, especially since the other party was now an Auror.

"Okay, Dawes, why don't we go aside and reminisce about the past? By the way, I also want to ask you what you think about what happened yesterday?" Rita's flamboyant appearance really made Cyrus feel like vomiting.

"Please move aside, Miss Skeeter, I have to go to work. Otherwise, I will ask you to stay in Azkaban for a few days." Cyrus said politely and walked past her.

Rita Skeeter looked at Cyrus's leaving back without any anger, but instead curled the corners of her mouth.

The shorthand quill pen that only contained thoughts was already writing furiously.

"Regarding the attack on the Ministry of Magic last night, the on-duty Auror John Dawlish refused to provide any information. However, from his expression, we can see that he is very dissatisfied with the stupid plan of the Minister of Magic, Mr. Cornelius Fudge. When I interviewed him, his face showed a great unwillingness and contempt for those Aurors who were knocked down...

"He believes that if he had been the one guarding the Ministry last night, he would never have let Tom Riddle walk in and leave. Given Dawlish's excellent performance in school, the author Rita Skeeter agrees.

"Dawlish seemed to think that it was extremely stupid for Fudge to send out a large number of Aurors to search for two fugitives. When the author asked him what he thought about Fudge sending out the Soul Eater, he sneered with disdain. Obviously, he thought that although the Soul Eater was not likable, it was at least more reliable than some other Aurors..."

Cyrus paused.

To be honest, he naturally didn't care about Rita Skeeter's attempt to tarnish the image of the Ministry of Magic, and he didn't care about the other party using the identity of "Dawlish" to make a fuss. After all, he was not Dawlish.

But there may be a long period of time before he needs to use the identity of Dawlish to find the whereabouts of the key to vault No. 12. If this report is sent out, then "Dawlish" will become a celebrity in the department.

"Ms. Rita Skeeter, I think you'd better delete some of the untrue statements."

"Really?" Rita replied softly, but the feather pen did not stop at all.

Cyrus was a little annoyed. He turned around and was about to take a step forward when his arm was grabbed by another person who jumped out.

"Wait, Dawlish, don't be impulsive." Tonks came out of nowhere. She probably thought Cyrus was going to hit someone, so she was very nervous. But in fact, Cyrus was just trying to reason with Rita (threatening).

Rita Skeeter looked fearless.

"What do you think would happen if a serving Auror attacked an innocent, law-abiding person right outside the Ministry of Magic?"

"She's trying to provoke you!" said Tonks.

"Oh, a young girl, having an affair?"

"What did you say?" Tonks immediately exploded. She had just been trying to persuade Cyrus to calm down, but now she rushed towards him with her teeth and claws, as if she wanted to tear Rita Skeeter's mouth apart.

"No need to explain. I know this is not something that can be seen in public." Rita gave a disgusting smile, "Nymphadora Tonks, similar to her name, is a promiscuous-"

“Bang!”

Rita Skeeter was halfway through her words when the suspended shorthand quill exploded, turning the parchment filled with all sorts of writing into powder.

She was startled and staggered. She was wearing a pair of high heels, and the tiny shoe opening was stretched wide by her thick instep and ankle. With this stumble, the shoe could no longer bear the weight that it was not supposed to bear and broke.

And the person who did it was Cyrus.

The noise immediately attracted the attention of all the people blocking the entrance of the Ministry of Magic, and even the furious Tonks was suddenly at a loss.

"Dawlish, why are you..."

Rita Skeeter was stunned and horrified at first, but then she immediately thought of how to make use of the situation. Unlike Lockhart, the peacock, she didn't like to show up in the spotlight, but preferred to hide in the background to manipulate public opinion and then gain fame and fortune.

If an Auror attacked in public, and the publicity of this matter expanded, even Fudge would have to beg her to withdraw the report with a lot of gold Galleons. Of course, a few gold Galleons could not satisfy her now.

When the time comes, she will make John Dawlish kneel in front of her and kiss the back of her feet to admit his mistake!

So she immediately pretended to be delicate, but her ugly and coquettish appearance made people feel uncomfortable.

"Everyone, an Auror from the Ministry of Magic actually attacked a law-abiding wizard in public. Is this the Auror who protects us? This is the official from the Ministry of Magic we elected?

"You think threats and intimidation can make me back off? But I tell you, it's impossible!

"As a well-known newspaper reporter, my social responsibility tells me that I must never give in to you!" Rita Skeeter gave an impassioned speech, packaging herself as a righteous person who is not afraid of power.

So much so that the other reporters or other people gathered at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic had already regarded Cyrus and Tonks as unreasonable villains who used their power to oppress wizards.

"I can't help but ask, is the person standing in front of me an Auror or a brutal Death Eater?!"

(End of this chapter)