Faced with Rita Skeeter's question, Xenophilius shrugged. "Actually, I don't know any of that at all."
"Hmm?" Rita Skeeter turned to look at Vizet, her eyebrows arching high. "Didn't Mr. Lovegood tell you? That really is rather unbelievable..."
"I was just about to explain," Vizet replied calmly. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to get in here."
"Well, that's wonderful!" Rita Skeeter headed straight for the dining room. "I can hardly wait to be in the audience!"
She even pulled out a chair for Xenophilius Lovegood. "Editor Lovegood, hurry up and take a seat! I only qualify to listen in because of you!"
As Xenophilius walked toward his seat, she was still rattling on. "Mr. Lovegood, we all know time is Gold Galleons, especially in our line of work..."
"My quill has been itching to begin for ages!" She opened her crocodile-skin handbag, and the Quick-Quotes Quill and parchment shot out with a whoosh.
Watching the quill and parchment float into midair, the Baby Thunderbird was immediately drawn to them and wriggled in Luna's arms.
"Oh! What a lively owl." Rita Skeeter adjusted her glasses. "But you mustn't touch them... I still have to rely on them to earn Gold Galleons!"
As she spoke, the Quick-Quotes Quill had already begun writing.
[Mr. Vizet Lovegood's owl, a magnificent bird of prey, was not merely a respectable and adorable messenger, but also the very epitome of the Magical World's prosperity and vitality...]
[Its bright, piercing eyes shone with the same wisdom and foresight as its master's, and every beat of its wings seemed to proclaim to the entire Magical World that all were...]
Seeing this, Xenophilius's eyelids twitched violently. He and Rita Skeeter had worked together for quite some time, and he already understood Rita Skeeter's reporting style very well.
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