"Headmaster Harris, I have to say, this idea of yours is absolutely brilliant! If you can get ordinary wizards to say that name, it will greatly reduce people's fear all over again after you defeated him... It's just..." The ingratiating smile on Rita Skeeter's face grew even more exaggerated. Sitting opposite her, Allen could even see three gold teeth in her mouth. "If he finds out that I wrote this book, I'm afraid... I'm worried... I mean, if he sincerely wants to take revenge on me, I may very soon have no chance left to serve you."
"I think you and I both understand that Tom won't dare return to Britain in the short term... Besides, this also counts as you officially joining Umbrella, so the company will naturally provide you with protection services... Rita, to the Harrises, you're more important than you imagine. Writing novels is only a small matter. In the future, many other written matters will also be your responsibility." Allen set down his teacup, lowered his head, and sighed as he looked at the female reporter who was still affected by the Dark Lord's former notoriety. "This book won't be distributed through the Magical World. I've had Umbrella contact a Muggle publishing house called Bloomsbury. From now on, use J.K. Rowling as your pen name. The Ministry of Magic will arrange papers for you under the identity of a Muggle woman called Joanne Rowling, as your identity in the Muggle world. Remember to disguise yourself and change your look when the time comes."
The green quill in front of Rita Skeeter began writing with wild, sweeping strokes again, its nib gliding nimbly across the parchment. The string of characters "J.K. Rowling" appeared in bold relief on the parchment, while Penelope could not stop the name—which was