Dinner had just ended when Rita, whom we had been talking about, arrived.
She changed into a light robe and pressed the doorbell next to the closed gate.
Vincent opened the door; he had just finished his post-meal exercise.
"You really don't miss any opportunity."
"As a qualified journalist, I think the first thing you need is a strong sense of curiosity, right?"
He nodded slightly. "Sometimes being too curious can get you killed."
Rita dropped her fake smile. "I'll handle it well, Mr. Perfection."
The analogy was a bit odd, but she really couldn't find a single weakness.
"Thank you for your praise, renowned journalist." Vincent walked into the house.
Eric, who was sitting on the sofa, looked up, then looked down again to continue maintaining the guns.
Evelyn put down her novel, glanced at it with Gu Gu, and then went back to reading.
Although it was not at the same time, it was at the same place.
As if it were yesterday, Rita tightened her thin robe slightly.
She would never sit in that position again, even if you killed her!
Vincent sat up and said, "Famous reporter, we can begin."
The atmosphere in this family is very strange.
Rita sat opposite her, taking out a small notebook and a quill pen.
"My first question is, have you encountered any trouble in the United States Wizarding World besides Furaikan?"
As expected of a professional, they went straight to the point.
Vincent smiled and shook his head. "It's not a problem for me; it's even something to be happy about."
Can I know the details?
"Chairman Randolph will issue a warrant for your arrest."
"What—" Rita almost bit her tongue.
She suppressed the sudden surge of excitement within her. "I heard that the Magical Congress has mobilized almost all its manpower. What are they looking for?"
"Yes."
"What is it!" She wrote with lightning speed, using a quill pen, filling a page in less than two minutes.
"The Wizards' Purity Party." Vincent didn't keep them in suspense.
"This is big news!" Rita's knuckles clenched so hard that they pierced through the pages of her notebook.
"Are you satisfied, renowned journalist?"
She looked up and saw four smiling faces.
"Click—" Eric pulled the bolt of the assembled rifle.
Evelyn and Gu Gu were both looking at her as she slammed the book shut.
Vincent, who was closest, took out his wand.
This big news story came at a price.
"Snap—" Rita accidentally broke the tip of her quill pen.
The dripping ink flowed onto the paper, forming three lines of text in a very strange way.
Want to know more?
You deserve to know more.
I can guarantee this is a major news story that will shake the world.
This is Nonverbal spells from a 12-year-old wizard.
"I—I think so."
The tip of the Alder Wand pointed at her little notebook.
Quirinus Quirrell is just a puppet; the real mastermind is someone else.
Why don't you guess who he is?
Rita's breathing quickened as she tried to forget the answer she had just come up with.
[That's right, he is LordVold—]
She quickly closed the notebook, panting heavily as if she had collapsed.
"He—he's dead."
Vincent lowered his wand. "Being a celebrity comes at a price."
We have lost our privacy and our ordinary lives.
If you want to achieve greater fame, you'll need to pay a price.
In Rita's eyes, he didn't seem like a 12-year-old wizard at all.
He lured her step by step, making her willingly fall into the trap.
"Evidence—what evidence do you have?"
Four large, smiling faces, all silent, made her "fragile" little heart pound wildly.
The report contains less than a third of the truth, yet they want 100% conclusive evidence?
Don't even mention not having it; even if we did, we wouldn't give it to you.
Rita is facing a high-stakes gamble.
He won, reaching the pinnacle of his career;
If we lose, there will be no place for us in the Wizarding World.
It has nothing to do with justice or evil, and nothing to do with whether or not there is any incriminating evidence.
Vincent put down his wand, interlaced his fingers, and tapped them on the coffee table. "If he is truly dead, why don't you dare call him by his name?"
Rita's whole body tensed up, her eyes scanning the windows and doors.
"Deep down, you all know he will definitely come back."
I can imagine him returning, only to be treated as if he hadn't.
Her intuition has always been very sharp.
But for Vincent, it was the first time in his professional career that he felt completely lost.
It's well-organized and logical, and importantly, it involves interests.
A person's image automatically appeared in her mind.
He possesses great personal charisma and can easily understand people's hearts.
Rita gradually calmed down.
She flashed a genuine, radiant smile.
"Mr. Vincent Wayne, you are a perfect man. I certainly won't pass up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
Vincent achieved his goal.
Voldemort's brutal nature made him a perfect shield.
Rita may seem reckless, but she values her life more than anyone else.
He could foresee the emergence of a special section dedicated to Death Eaters, and even more so, he foresaw that people would uncover the truth behind Quirrell from it.
Whether the Ministry of Magic will intervene in advance depends on this famous reporter who has already gotten up to leave.
"By the way, Mr. Perfect Clothes—"
Rita turned around at the door. "You should know who the new Defense Against the Dark Magic teacher at Hogwarts is, right?"
Gilderoy Lockhart.
The smile on her face was quite meaningful. "I had done a thorough investigation into his deeds, but unfortunately, Minister Fudge pulled my almost-completed feature report."
Lockhart and she were both Ravenclaw students, both wizards who pursued fame and fortune, and both people who had achieved a certain level of success in their respective fields.
Rita knew exactly how she got to this position, so she began to investigate the other party.
You won't believe it until you check, and what you find will shock you.
Lockhart was even more high-profile than Vincent during his school years.
He once asked the principal to start a school newspaper;
He had his name engraved in 20-foot-long letters on the Quidditch Pitch.
He even sent himself 800 Valentine's Day cards;
Finally, he boldly adopted a method similar to the Dark Mark, projecting his portrait into the sky above the castle.
While their outward achievements are remarkable, some of their private remarks reveal their vanity.
He said he would create the Sorcerer's Stone before graduation and also planned to lead the England Quidditch team to victory in the World Cup, eventually becoming the youngest Minister for Magic in Britain.
Rita felt a severe physical and psychological discomfort, much like she was seeing Tebo.
"If it weren't for Minister Fudge's intervention, I would definitely rank him as the number one braggart in the Wizarding World."
Vincent knew why Rita had shown kindness.
Cooperation is premature; at present, it's merely a relationship based on mutual interests.
Since it's in return, there's a very high probability that the information she provides is true.