Faced with Allen's unexpected invitation, Rita Skeeter immediately beamed and said, "Wonderful, Headmaster Harris. It would be my honor."
"This isn't a good place to talk..." Allen glanced at the surrounding reporters, then jerked his head toward the Ministry of Magic to signal Rita. "We'll go inside and discuss the details."
Skeeter was wearing a banana-yellow robe today. She quickly gave a few instructions to the potbellied photographer beside her, then walked toward Allen. Penelope, standing off to the side, noticed what was happening, instantly widened her eyes, and immediately followed, moving close to Allen.
Allen looked at Penelope's serious, vigilant expression and secretly found it funny. But when his gaze landed on Rita, dressed up like a gaudy butterfly and looking especially awkward, he could only inwardly sigh at Penelope's suspicious behavior...
Skeeter did not notice this. She quickly drew close to Allen, giggling in what she believed was a charming way, her large chin wobbling nonstop—but right after that, she felt Penelope's icy gaze. Seeing this notorious she-devil of the Auror Office, Skeeter's heart went cold. Thinking of what she had heard about the relationship between this female Auror and Allen Harris, she immediately understood what Penelope was thinking. A little afraid, she moved several steps away from Allen, put away that fawning smile, stopped trembling all over, and made her bearing seem a little more dignified and steady.
"Rita, don't mind it. Penelope is my guard, and besides, I still have some things to discuss with her later," Allen said. Seeing that the atmosphere had become somewhat awkward, he found an excuse for Penelope so she would have a perfectly good reason to come along.
"I've long heard of Miss Klivert's great name. I think having her at your side suits Headmaster Harris perfectly." After flattering Penelope