Thanks Fang Didn't Dig Up My Potions

The bottom line in the magical world is the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy. Above this, the Ministry of Magic is much more flexible in enforcing various laws.

Under normal circumstances, unless there are extremely strict explicit regulations, the Magical Law Enforcement Squad is free to weigh which types of cases should be allocated more law enforcement resources.

Some cases where the resources invested are not matched by the returns are often neglected or even abandoned during the execution process...

Unless concrete evidence is obtained, and the suspect possesses sufficient value, the Ministry of Magic will naturally enforce the law strictly to ensure that the suspect pays a sufficient price and provides adequate compensation...

Just like the illegal Animagus Rita Skeeter, this situation applies perfectly, which is why she would be so panicked.

In order to obtain exclusive and exciting news, she often uses special methods, taking advantage of the convenience of the Animagus beetle, to conduct more covert investigations and obtain secret information.

Once her Animagus identity is revealed, fines and imprisonment are merely the visible punishments. What she fears most is that the exposure of her Animagus form will prevent her from working as a journalist anymore.

"What exactly are you planning to do?" Rita Skeeter asked again, her tone becoming urgent.

"So, you've accomplished your previous goal? To uncover some secrets about you..." Wizet began, "As for what needs to be done, there are only three things for now..."

"Speak quickly!" Rita Skeeter's eyes flashed, somewhat rudely interrupting Wizet.

Wizet said slowly, "First, reconsider that interview transcript, those sentences about 'irresistible charm'... I don't want anyone to misunderstand, and you shouldn't fool yourself either."

"You..." Rita Skeeter gritted her teeth, glaring fiercely at Wizet, but then, like a deflated balloon, she nodded weakly, "Fine!"

Wizet took out the parchment scroll that Dolores Umbridge had given her. "Secondly, I want you to write down the award ceremony process and the contents of the parchment, and then publish it."

"Fudge really dares to say that..." Rita Skeeter glanced at the contents above, "He was only so close to Hogwarts during his first year in office..."

"Is that so?" Wizet smiled slightly. "You've memorized the contents? I need to return it to Dolores Umbridge later."

"Will this work?" Rita Skeeter frowned slightly. "Won't she find out?"

Wizet raised an eyebrow. "We're wizards... so you've turned into...?"

"Don't say it!" Rita Skeeter interrupted quickly. "But what's the point?"

Wizet smiled slightly, "I'm just cracking the whip; anyone can be the one cracking the whip..."

"Rita Skeeter, you are the same. Besides, do you think Dolores Umbridge ... is someone who is content with mediocrity?"

Rita Skeeter's gaze shifted, looking at Cornelius Fudge, who was talking to Dumbledore, and then at Dolores Umbridge, who was all smiles at the reporters.

Now she understood what Wizet meant and couldn't help but exclaim, "Fudge really underestimated you."

Wizet shook her head. "I only have one simple request: I want a suitable learning environment, that's all."

"As for the third... I hope you can contact ' The Quibbler ' and use your talent to write articles for them."

"The Quibbler?" Rita Skeeter's eyes widened, her tone turning strange. "Ah... Lovegood ... ah..."

"They only write unrealistic things..." She pursed her lips, as if weighing something, "They never pay contributors!"

"You should relearn ' The Quibbler ' and learn about Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood," Wizet said gently.

"The current ' The Quibbler ' is not only released in England; it is expanding its audience, and I believe you can help it go even further."

"Alright!" Rita Skeeter sighed. "Is there anything else?"

Wizet shook his head, glancing at Dolores Umbridge walking towards him. "I should be going up now. You can get started."

The parchment scroll, like a snake, quietly slipped back into Dolores Umbridge's pocket.

Being able to uncover Rita Skeeter's secrets and collaborate with her is Wizet's biggest gain today.

As long as Rita Skeeter remains attached to the status quo, facilitating collaboration is something she will inevitably do.

Through Peeves ' behavior, Cornelius Fudge had already realized his situation and knew that the students definitely didn't like him.

That's why he chose to come in the afternoon, not opening the Great Hall to the students, but only allowing Hogwarts professors, reporters from the Magic Newspaper, and judges of "Transfiguration Today" to attend the award ceremony.

At least in his view, everything was under control, except for Dolores Umbridge's fawning over the reporters, which made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Cornelius Fudge raised an eyebrow at the returning Dolores Umbridge. "That Lovegood should be alright, right? He'll answer truthfully, won't he?"

"Of course, Minister Fudge." Dolores Umbridge smiled broadly, but her smile suddenly froze as she reached into her pocket.

"What's wrong?" Cornelius Fudge asked casually. "You look terrible."

Before Dolores Umbridge could speak, Cornelius Fudge had already taken the stage and accepted the medal from Sophie Crieona, editor of Transfiguration Today.

The award ceremony was simple: he received the medal, then received encouragement from Cornelius Fudge, and then Wizet thanked those who had helped him.

Cornelius Fudge's expression changed abruptly when he saw Wizet's empty hands.

Wizet took a step forward and said calmly, "Distinguished judges and everyone present, I am deeply honored to be here to accept the 'Most Promising Newcomer Award'."

"First of all, thank you to the judges for recognizing my paper... I would like to especially Hogwarts the professors at Hogwarts, thank Professor McGonagall for her help... thank Professor Sprout, Mandrake..."

"Thank you Professor Flitwick, for inspiring me... Thank you Professor Snape, for your guidance in potions of magic... And thank you, Headmaster Dumbledore, for your guidance..."

"The Hogwarts faculty and staff have also been very helpful to me. I would like to thank Madam Pince... thank Mr. Filch... thank Mr. Hagrid..."

Cornelius Fudge's expression turned grim. "Mr. Lovegood, have you forgotten something?"

"Oh, right!" Wizet seemed to realize something.

Cornelius Fudge held his head high.

Wizet continued, "Finally, I also want to thank Fang. It didn't dig up the medicine I buried underground because of its nature, which allowed me to succeed and verify my idea..."

"I will continue to work hard in the future... hoping to make more contributions to the magical world... Thank you again for your support and recognition... Thank you everyone!"

Wizet bowed one last time and slowly walked off the stage.

Cornelius Fudge looked terrible, his face a deep purplish-red, like a liver...