Rita's expression was sharp and grave.
"Viewers, I know many of you dislike me. That's right. I, Rita Skeeter, have never been a good person. I weave stories, exaggerate facts, and manipulate the truth at will."
She spread her hands, wearing the shameless expression of someone saying, "That's just who I am." "But there is an essential difference between Dolores and me."
She looked apologetically at Old Umbridge. "Please forgive me, Mr. Umbridge. I simply couldn't help saying something."
Without waiting for a response, she raised one finger. "First, I never disguise myself. I dig for scandals, chase sales, and make people watch me with both love and hate. My intentions are written all over my face, and my malice has a clearly marked price."
"And her?" Rita let out a scornful laugh.
"She wrapped herself in pink candy coating, constantly talking about 'for the children' and 'for order,' while everything she actually did reeked of a control freak and a sadist. That kind of hypocritical disgust is far more contemptible than someone like me, a 'genuine villain.'"
Rita slowly raised a second finger. "Second, the harm I caused was limited and temporary. My articles and reports could only stir up a brief storm before people were drawn to the next topic.
What about Dolores? She suppressed professors and did not even spare ordinary staff. She tried to use power to systematically strangle the soul of a thousand-year-old school. Under her control, were the children truly happy?"
Rita raised a third finger, then clenched it tightly into a fist. "Third, and most importantly, I have boundaries."
She leaned toward the camera, allowing the audience to clearly see the genuine indignation on her face. "Yes, you heard me right. I, Rita Skeeter, have boundaries! I would never deny the parents who