"For example, making sure it doesn't only appear in bookstores in England..." Vizet said slowly. "What do you think of that help?"
Rita Skeeter's eyes lit up. "The whole world?"
Vizet gently shook his head. "It may not reach such an exaggerated extent. I can only say I'll do my best."
"All right..." Rita Skeeter deliberately drew out the ending, and a brilliant smile blossomed across her face. "Since you've offered such generous terms, I really can't refuse."
She put away the stack of parchment on the table, then stuffed the Quick-Quotes Quill back into her crocodile-skin handbag. After making sure nothing had been left behind, she let out a long breath. "I've already gotten more than enough. Merry Christmas!"
This time, she did not leave through the fireplace. Instead, she opened the door directly, and when she saw the werewolf in the small garden, she even remarked, "It looks really interesting."
Without Rita Skeeter's vivid performance, the dining room fell quiet at once.
Xenophilius Lovegood blinked, as if there was something he could not make sense of. He raised a hand, pointed at the front door, and asked, "That Skeeter... just left like that?"
Vizet asked curiously, "What's wrong, Mr. Lovegood?"
Xenophilius said, "It just feels... She performed that whole long bit just now, and she was clearly thinking of adding more charges to that Dolores Umbridge."
"But when she asked for your opinion, you only said a few simple words of objection, and she actually didn't protest again?"
"How should I put it? It just feels rather strange. When I discussed drafts with her, she was always especially insistent on her own ideas. Usually, I was the one who got persuaded."
"Ahem..." As if realizing something, he coughed twice and added, "Actually, not persuaded. Just... mm..."
Vizet said,