Head of Teaching at Hogwarts

Rita Skeeter has been feeling great lately.

Her biggest rival in the writing circle, Lockhart, has lost his voice since entering Hogwarts. It is said that he suffered some strange attacks and has been in a coma.

And her friends in the pure-blood family were also extremely friendly and even respectful to her during this period. One after another well-worded letters with gifts were delivered to her door. Many pure-blood families invited her as a guest, just for the sake of Let her move her quill and write a few sentences about the scandal of the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

This made Rita Skeeter feel extremely proud.

She, a reporter, could influence the most important position in the wizarding world - the choice of the principal of Hogwarts - with just a quill in her hand instead of a wand.

"We are more powerful than the Ministry of Magic in a London phone box. Their power is conveyed through decrees, while our power is spread more widely through the Daily Prophet!" This is what Rita Skeeter recently realized.

She fully trusted this sentence, because just yesterday after her article about the new principal of Hogwarts was published in the Daily Prophet, the other party immediately sent her an invitation letter, inviting her to come to Hogwarts. As a guest, Principal Carl Russell would explain to her in detail what he had done.

In the principal's office at Hogwarts, the exquisitely dressed Rita Skeeter walked out of the fireplace and immediately saw a tall figure standing at the exit of the fireplace to greet her.

Rita Skeeter recognized the other person at a glance as her interviewee today - Carl Russell, the stupid young headmaster of Hogwarts.

"Hello, Ms. Skeeter, I am Carl Russell, currently the Headmaster of Hogwarts. I am honored that you mentioned me in the newspaper yesterday."

Rita Skeeter looked at the young man carefully through her pair of gold-rimmed glasses inlaid with gems. "He is ordinary. He looks like he was pushed into this position. No wonder he is so weak." She quickly A conclusion was drawn.

"Principal Russell, I think we should start the interview as soon as possible. After all, our time is precious." Rita Skeeter sat down without waiting for Russell's invitation, squinting at Russell through the top of her gold-rimmed glasses. Serge looked like he was rolling his eyes.

"Of course, Ms. Skeeter, what would you like to drink, I have..."

Russell's words were quickly interrupted. This woman was extremely powerful and refused to let the rhythm of the conversation escape her control for a second. She waved her wand, and a quill and a roll of parchment flew out of her dragon skin handbag. out.

"Professor Russell, I have the habit of taking notes with a shorthand quill. You won't object, right? This way I can record the content of our interview while communicating with you."

Russell didn't have time to answer whether he agreed or disagreed, because Rita Skeeter's quill pen and parchment had already been laid out on the headmaster's desk at Hogwarts before he answered, and they were ready.

"Russell, how about your game first?" Rita Skeeter smiled, as if everything was under control.

"First of all, I want to say that this is not a game, but a special teaching action..." Russell tried to correct the reporter's wrong statement.

At the same time, the green shorthand quill on the table had begun to move quickly, and words poured out smoothly from its end:

As we expected, when faced with the author's question, the principal chose to avoid it by changing the topic and playing word games.It can be seen that he also knows in his heart the immorality of what he is doing...

Russell watched the words on the parchment pour out quickly with great interest, and couldn't help but laugh. This reporter was really interesting, but it was still worse than those colleagues in his previous life who made up stories without interviewing them.

Rita Skeeter raised her eyebrows and continued to ask: "Russell, are you acting like this out of your own ideas or is someone asking you to do this?"

"Someone asked me? Who can ask the principal of Hogwarts?" Russell asked.

The shorthand quill continued to record: "In the face of the author's further inquiry, Principal Russell has already begun to emphasize that he is the principal of Hogwarts. We have reason to suspect, Can a wizard who relies on his position to do whatever he wants and insists on his own way become a qualified educator..."

Russell did not continue to look. He felt that it was unnecessary. He stood up from the principal's throne at Hogwarts. Russell blocked all the portraits and sighed: "I thought you would be a smart person. You know the reason why I came to you, but now it seems that you are a hundred times stupider than I believed."

The quill that was constantly shaking on the parchment paused its steps. Rita Skeeter frowned, stood up quickly, walked over, and looked at Russell.

"Russell, I know you. One of your classmates before coming here, a new reporter who has just entered the journalism field for two years, also told me to advise me not to take your idea. Young people are always stupid and self-righteous and do not understand the world. the rule of......"

"Rules?" Russell interrupted her.

"Yes, rules!" Rita Skeeter emphasized, "In conjunction with my interview, I have a rule you don't know about. It comes from life rather than school. It can make Dumbledore leave, and of course... You can leave as well."

"Very good teaching and advice. There are indeed some rules that you will never understand without experience."

"It's good to know." Rita Skeeter snorted. The quill and parchment on the table flew to her hand and continued to record: After repeated questioning by the author, Russell graduated less than three years ago. The wizard finally admitted his shortcomings and believed that he still lacked a lot of practical knowledge that could not be learned in school...

"Ms. Skeeter, we all agree that the same rule is that you have to give something in order to get something in return, right?"

"Of course!" Rita Skeeter agreed excitedly, and the quill recorded a few minutes faster: the young wizard almost unabashedly proposed bribery and bribery for reporters, which made people suspicious. Did he get the job as Headmaster of Hogwarts the same way.

"What will you give me? If I promise to help you cover up." Rita Skeeter asked, as if looking at a treasure. This was the first time she had seen a stupid young man who blew himself up in an interview like this.

"I'll give you a reason you can't refuse."