Few wizards know about the Half-Girl Pub, and even fewer know what lies beneath the wine cellar.
The reason Rita is always able to know the latest events immediately is that, in addition to having informants all over the British Isles, she also gives Tash a considerable amount of intelligence fees every month.
Even if they weren't the first to know, they were among the first to know.
She flew in through the broken window and was horrified by what she saw inside.
The ceiling on the second floor collapsed and shattered, and dozens of strips of cloth conjured by Transfiguration hung down from the third floor.
They were almost all Scabbers with blood, and the dark red spots on the floor were also blood.
She was notified in the early hours of the morning, so the incident must have happened during the day.
The small door leading to the cellar was open, and a rather strong smell was coming up from it.
The smell got stronger the further down you went, and when it flew into the rusty Trapdoor, it made you want to vomit.
Passing through the dimly lit passage, there were more than twenty cells in the vast space.
The irritation from feces and urine was too great, so Rita had no choice but to transform back into human form and put a Bubblehead Charm on her forehead.
Through the light of her wand, she saw the iron chains in the cell and the rusty iron bowl containing rotting flesh.
Keeping illegal organisms?
If it were that simple, there would be no need to have her come over at this time.
The chain wasn't thick, so it probably wasn't very big.
The iron bowl is similar to those used by ordinary people. Raw meat takes at least half a month to turn into maggot-infested and rotten meat, but in this environment it may only take three to five days.
Small in size, easily chained up, not particularly big-eater, and can even be used as sensational news material...
"A person? A living person?"
Rita struggled to suppress the urge to vomit and entered a cell that wasn't too visually jarring.
Carefully avoiding stepping on anything, she stretched her wand as far as possible into the corner.
It looks spectacular from afar, and up close you can even smell the aroma.
The Bubblehead Charm is intact, so this is just an illusion.
She turned around and squatted in front of the chains, discovering traces of magic in the cuts.
In addition, the door locks were also blown open.
The rest are all ancient artifacts that have become so rare that they are difficult to find.
A living person can only be a living person.
If they were rescued and taken to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, tomorrow's headlines won't be about Lockhart's final trial next month.
Is your identity sensitive?
To put it more broadly, Muggle?
Rita stood up stiffly, quite impressed with her own imagination.
Exposing such a hidden dark side of the Wizarding World, the reputation gained from recently exposing the Wizard Cards scam will surely reach new heights.
Unfortunately, all of this is just imagination; afterwards, the Ministry of Magic will probably skin her alive.
I took out my camera and started snapping away, so excited that I didn't feel any discomfort anymore.
The passageways are the same, and so are the wine cellars.
She went back downstairs and took several close-up shots of the strips of cloth with the most blood.
They won't let the second floor go, and they won't escape the third floor either.
Why is the place decorated like this? Are the strips of cloth used to tie people up?
The wizard, kept as a pet, suffered endless abuse here before seizing an opportunity to escape...
No, there haven't been any large-scale missing persons cases recently.
But this is Knockturn Alley, where countless wizards are buried every day.
After all, he was only 12 years old; how could he realize that this was just a trivial matter?
The quill pen, which had been writing with a "swish, swish, swish" sound, suddenly stopped.
Vincent was able to control her so well, how could he not realize that imprisoning a wizard was a minor matter?
"Could it really be..."
The cell didn't show any strong traces of magic, and even if the wand had been removed, it was impossible for it to be completely free of binding magic.
She shivered and looked at the skull lying on the floor.
Even the exterior decorations are made of bones, which I always found very eerie.
Tash isn't some powerful wizard; he'd probably have a hard time even capturing one.
The bones are the size of an adult, and all signs indicate that the prisoners are Muggle.
Big news!
A globally sensational news story!
Previously, people were hesitant to gamble due to a lack of evidence, but things are different now.
The person bound by the strips of cloth was none other than a regular customer.
Their cruelty towards Muggle is the darkest of the dark.
Vincent had both the motive and the reason to expose this.
It can not only combat Pure-blood Supremacy, but also drag out those old men who have been playing dead lately and put them on the hot seat.
The Muggle Protection Act has only been in effect for less than a year, yet some wizards still dare to defy it.
Now look what's happened! Someone cast a Flash Spell to expose something that was kept tightly under wraps.
He's utterly pathetic, even worse than a scumbag.
Back home, Rita wrote a first draft that was as thick as a novel.
After daybreak, the meticulously crafted first report was published.
Hogwarts Great Hall
Vincent was immediately surrounded by his friends as soon as he came down.
"Are your uncle and aunt alright?"
"It's nothing." He yawned and sat down at the long table.
Getting the sorcerers to "voluntarily" hand over their assets was quite difficult. I even went to Rita's house halfway through and was busy until 5 a. m.
I've almost finished the master-level Polyjuice Potion, and I'm so familiar with the Gringotts vault that I almost know the way to it.
More than 200,000 Gold Galleons is equivalent to more than 2 million pounds.
The treatment cost for ten years is enough; even if Fudge has no morals, he won't abandon the situation.
"Ah—why is everyone looking at me?"
It seems that the Wayne are truly safe and sound; it is Madam Zabini who is in trouble.
Go back to your seat, eat breakfast, and wait for today's newspaper.
Fred and George borrowed a camera from James, intending to take a picture of Blaise Zabini as soon as possible.
As the owls entered in an orderly fashion under the direction of the Gu Gu, Cedric and Rolf both looked toward the Slytherin table with perfect understanding.
Merlin —please forgive these two innocent Little Badger!
Qiu, who had connections, was the first to receive the newspaper.
Hermione dared not object, Daphne even less so.
"Bloodyhell!" Ron couldn't help but exclaim upon seeing the title.
This big news is likely to spread throughout the Wizarding World around the world.
He hadn't even read two lines when the newspaper in his hand disappeared.
A small hand flashed past Harry's eyes.
"Feel sorry."
Ron's face darkened. "Hey! Did you already know about today's news?"
Hermione frantically flipped through the newspaper. "I don't know, so I—"
The sound stopped abruptly.
The headline is truly sensational:
A brave reporter risks her life to expose the dark side of the Wizarding World!
Her small hands trembled, and her angry eyes made Ron swallow his words.
"Thud—" Harry quickly grabbed the newspaper that had almost fallen into the oatmeal.
"Ron, let's watch it together."
For news that could make Miss Know-It-All so angry, it's okay to be a little rude.
Rita didn't do any preamble this time; she simply described everything she saw in the early morning using the simplest words.
Following the shocking photos was her responsible speculation, which she was willing to risk half her life as a journalist.
Imprisoned in the cellar of the Half-Girl Pub in Knockturn Alley are Muggle captured by the bar owner, Tash, to provide entertainment for the customers.
The group of ruthless sorcerers were bound with strips of cloth on the first floor.
Someone saved the innocent victims in the prison cells; yesterday's attack in Spinner's End was very likely...
Hermione slammed the newspaper shut and looked at Vincent, who was pretending to be nonchalant.
A mysterious force of justice?
No, it was him.
It must be him.
Despite the lack of any evidence.