"By the way, why are so many elves following him?" asked Harry. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

According to Bagman, they were looking for Crouch and wanted him to help. Crouch's illness hasn't healed and he hasn't been to work!" Ron explained, turning his mind back from the golden egg and waving his hand disapprovingly, "I want to see that Percy may have poisoned him, and he probably thought that if Crouch had died, he would have become the director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation." ”

Hermione glared at Ron, meaning not to joke about such things.

"The goblins are actually looking for Mr. Crouch, strangely, they usually deal with the Department of Magical Beasts Management and Control. ”

"Percy said that Crouch speaks many languages!" said Harry, "and they probably need a translator. ”

"Don't worry about those pesky elves!" Ron looked at Hermione, "What, you want to start an S.P.U.G. or something?

"Elves don't need protection!" Hermione said sarcastically, taking another sip of Butterbeer, "they're very clever and good at dealing with wizards, so they don't stand up for their rights like house-elves!"

"That's pretty good!" Ron said, looking strangely at Aven, who wasn't involved in their conversation.

He was writing complex magical formulas on parchment, analyzing the apparition manifestation with minimal mana.

Ron leaned forward, trying to see what Evan was writing about.

Just then, Rita Skeeter pushed open the door and walked in.

She wore a banana yellow robe today, her long nails painted a dazzling pink, and she was followed by her big-bellied photographer.

She went over to buy a drink and walked with the photographer through the crowd to a nearby table.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione all stared at her, and Evan looked up.

Rita Skeeter was talking quickly, seemingly satisfied with something.

"He doesn't seem to be very willing to talk to us, doesn't he, Fuzo? You say, why is this happening? What is he doing, followed by a whole bunch of goblins? And he says to take them around the scenery, it's complete nonsense, he's a veteran of lying, is something wrong? Shall we dig up again? Ludo Bagman, the former director of the Department of Magical Sports, is discredited, this is a good beginning, Bozo, we just need to find a suitable story for it......"

"Enough, you want to ruin someone's life again?!" Harry exclaimed angrily, unable to help but stand up.

The noise in the bar froze, and several people turned their faces to wonder what was going on with Harry!

Rita Skeeter saw who was speaking, and her eyes widened behind her jeweled glasses.

"Harry, Harry Potter!" she said, smiling, "Great! Why don't you come and ...... together?"

"I wouldn't come near you even on a ten-foot broomstick!" Harry said angrily, "Why did you do that to Hagrid, he didn't offend you, why did you do that?!"

Rita Skeeter raised her eyebrows, and a hint of smugness flashed across her expression.

"Our readers have the right to know the truth, Harry, I'm just fulfilling my ......"

"You're spreading rumors, who cares if he's a half-blood giant or not?" Harry shouted, "there's nothing out of the ordinary about him!"

The thought of Hagrid's sad appearance made him feel unusually uncomfortable in his heart, and he shouted in the loudest voice.

This time, the whole tavern suddenly fell silent.

Mrs. Rosmerta looked out from behind the bar, pouring mead into the jug.

The jug was overflowing, and she didn't notice it.

Rita Skeeter's smile flickered slightly, but she immediately put it back in place.

She opened her crocodile leather bag and pulled out her shorthand pen and notebook.

"Will you tell me what you know about Hagrid, Harry, the humanity behind the flesh, your puzzling friendship, and the reason behind it. Ah, by the way, do you see him as your father?"

"That's enough!" Hermione slammed to her feet, clutching the butterbeer as if it were a grenade.

Her body trembled slightly from anger, as if she had never seen such a brazen person.

"You nasty woman!" she said through gritted teeth, "you don't care about anything, you just want to catch the eyeballs, as long as you can get a story, no matter who you are, don't you......?"

"Sit down, silly little girl, don't talk nonsense about things you don't understand. Rita Skeeter said coldly, her gaze cold and fierce when it fell on Hermione, not at all as friendly as when she looked at Harry, "I know something about Ludo Bagman, they will make your hairs stand on end, don't say it......"

She looked disdainfully at Hermione's tousled hair, the pen whizzing back and forth across a piece of parchment on the table.

"Alright, Hermione, don't be like that, you can't do it!" Evan whispered, placing the parchment on the table.

Rita Skeeter squinted at Evan as if she had just seen him, and her gaze fell on the thick parchment.

She could clearly see that it was a terrible pattern.

Under the influence of some kind of magic spell, the soul of a person on the parchment is being withdrawn, and a painful expression appears on his face, and the image is followed by complex magical symbols and formulas, followed by a scene of a person being burned by the flames.

Needless to say, these things are black magic, very evil, terrible black magic!

Even Muggles who had not studied magic could guess what they were when they saw the patterns.

Evan was trying to persuade Hermione to sit down, and then, as if something had occurred to him, he hurriedly turned the parchment in his hand upside down.

Then, as if afraid of being seen, he glanced at Rita Skeeter uneasily.

Seeing Aven's movements, Rita Skeeter seemed to think of something, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face again.

"Let's go, Bozo!" Rita Skeeter said suddenly, smiling at Evan and Harry, "Harry, if you'd like to talk to me about Hagrid, I'm always welcome!

They just left the tavern, and the drinks they had just bought on the table didn't move.

If Evan hadn't guessed wrong, she would probably have come back in a different form soon, figuring out what was on the parchment she had just revealed.

It was big news, and she couldn't have missed it!

That's right, all of them were the dark magic he had studied, traps that Evan had prepared for Rita Skeeter.