Offend the principal and still want to run?

I'm sorry, I drank too much last night and my logic was unclear. Today I realized that Rita Skeeter and Kayson theoretically don't conflict. Kayson going directly to reveal his true self as "Zhenshi Ge" was too far-fetched, so I changed the reason. I've revised about 300 words in Chapter 41, and you can go back and continue the plot.

Kayson's mouth twitched: "I shouldn't have been so glib asking you that question. Actually, Dumbledore, you're a very magnanimous person in my heart, you know? You're as tall as Mount Everest in my eyes, and as sweet as the Alps."

Dumbledore also kindly patted Kayson on the shoulder: "That's right, Kayson. You're the same. In my heart, you're as warm as the sun, selflessly illuminating everything at Hogwarts, cherishing students, uniting professors, and also..."

"Wait, wait, wait!" Kayson made a stopping gesture with his hand.

"No matter what you say, I won't go..."

"Didn't you want to convert your office into an independent tower before?"

"...You agree?"

Dumbledore clasped his hands behind his back, looking at the ceiling at a forty-five-degree angle.

"What if something happened to that Rita Skeeter? Like, some thugs suddenly broke into her house and beat her up."

"I need her address."

"What address?" Dumbledore feigned ignorance, raising his hands.

"...Fine." Kayson rolled his eyes and decided to ask someone else.

Dumbledore, however, revealed a smile that belonged exclusively to a cunning old man.

You think you can escape after offending the Headmaster? Heh heh heh!

The reason I was cyberbullied by that reporter for so long was firstly because it affected everything, and I really couldn't reveal my true self offline. Secondly, the professors at Hogwarts and my friends outside Hogwarts knew what kind of person I was and couldn't be bothered to indulge my childish revenge plans? And now, finally, Kayson, who is powerful, simple-minded, and most importantly, doesn't understand my true nature, Heh heh heh!

Knock, knock, knock...

"Please come in."

"..."

Professor McGonagall looked at Kayson, bewildered, until she saw the newspaper in his hand and suddenly understood.

"You don't need to get involved in this kind of matter. Dumbledore has already gone to the Ministry of Magic to negotiate with Fudge and Skeeter. I believe there will be results soon."

"Negotiate what? He was just chatting with me in the corridor."

"Ah? Uh... Did he ask you to find Skeeter?"

"No, no, definitely not."

"..." Stare...

"Alright, Dumbledore agreed that I can convert my office into an independent tower," Kayson confessed.

"...Alright, indeed, no one could refuse that."

"How do you want to resolve this?"

"Beat her up offline?"

"I knew it." Professor McGonagall was a little speechless.

"I need her home address," Kayson said, then looked at Professor McGonagall expectantly, making her feel a little uneasy. However, she quickly adjusted her mood, pursed her lips, and said, "Theoretically, I shouldn't do this, and I really don't know where she lives."

"And in reality?"

"In reality, you can write Rita Skeeter a letter. These owls have been enchanted with name magic. When they can't find the recipient's address, the owls will follow the instructions of the name magic to find her home."

"Also, this kind of name magic is only available for the public owls in the Owlery."

"Oh, I get it, I get it."

Kayson returned to his office, took out a piece of parchment, and after thinking for a long time, wrote "Reveal yourself in three seconds." He then took out an Ender Pearl and set up a small mechanism. As soon as the letter was opened, the Ender Pearl would shatter.

"Hmph, hmph, hmph..."

After sending the public owl off, Kayson stood with his arms crossed in his office, sulking. It wasn't until evening that he felt it was about time. He picked up a baseball bat from the corner of his office. This was a treasure the Weasley brothers had created with their antics. Every time it hit someone, it would explode. Hit once, explode once. Hit once, explode once. He hadn't confiscated it back then because he thought it was dangerous, but he never expected it to be useful today.

Meanwhile, Rita Skeeter, after writing small articles for the Daily Prophet all day, returned home and took out the mail from her mailbox. However, one of the letters looked a bit strange to her. It contained a spherical object. After a moment of silence, she skillfully moved a huge explosion-proof barrel from the corner. It was about as tall as a person and inlaid with a small piece of explosion-proof glass. Using magic to control the letter, she placed it inside. Then, she tore open the envelope, and Kayson instantly appeared inside the explosion-proof barrel. Rita Skeeter, with a smile on her face, walked over with her arms crossed. She took off her lace gloves and slapped the explosion-proof glass of the barrel twice.

"Did you think I wouldn't expect someone to come looking for me? Using such a despicable reverse-entry key?"

"Did you think..."

"Did you think I couldn't get out?" Kayson, standing inside the explosion-proof barrel, lightly tapped the inner wall of the barrel twice. With two thuds, a 2x1 opening was knocked out.

He swung the baseball bat in his hand, emitting a series of crackling noises.

Through Kayson's friendly "discussion," Rita Skeeter was dragged out of her house with a bruised and swollen face. Kayson also produced a diamond shovel, dragging her to a nearby grove of trees and starting to dig a hole.

Before long, Kayson had dug a 2x1x2 deep pit.

"Dear Ms. Reporter, I believe you'll grow to love this new home." Kayson grabbed Rita Skeeter's robes and tossed her directly into the pit before beginning to fill it with dirt.

The soil was incredibly loose and breathable, and combined with a wizard's powerful life force, she would crawl out herself by morning.

Of course, as long as it didn't rain, it would be fine. But Christmas had already passed; where would he find rain for her now? That would be a joke.

He dusted off his hands and was about to leave leisurely. Only after returning to Hogwarts and arriving at Dumbledore's Headmaster's Office did he intend to tell him that he had successfully "dealt with" Rita Skeeter.

Then, he saw heavy rain suddenly start falling outside the window.

"It's the end of December, where is this rain coming from in this damn England!" Kayson instantly let out a sharp cry, and with a roar accompanied by purple sparks, he vanished from the spot.

After all, Rita Skeeter, at best, only spouted off in the newspaper. While she wasn't a good person, she didn't deserve to die.

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