Facing Rita Skeeter's question, Xenophilius shrugged. "The truth is, I don't know anything about any of that."
"Hmm?" Rita Skeeter turned to Wizet, one eyebrow raised high. "Mr. Lovegood didn't tell you? That's rather unbelievable..."
"I was just about to explain," Wizet replied calmly. "Otherwise, you wouldn't have been able to come in here."
"That's wonderful!" Rita Skeeter headed straight for the dining room. "I can't wait to be an audience member!"
She even pulled out a chair for Xenophilius Lovegood. "Editor Lovegood, please sit down! I only have the privilege of sitting in on this because of you!"
As Xenophilius walked toward his seat, she continued prattling on. "Mr. Lovegood, we all know that time is Gold Galleons, especially in our line of work..."
"My quill has been waiting impatiently for this!" She opened her crocodile-leather handbag, and the Quick-Quotes Quill and parchment shot out with a whoosh.
Seeing the quill and parchment float into the air, little Thunderbird was immediately captivated, wriggling in Luna's arms.
"Oh! What a lively owl." Rita Skeeter adjusted her glasses. "But you mustn't touch them... I still need them to earn Gold Galleons!"
As she spoke, the Quick-Quotes Quill had already begun to write.
[Mr. Wizet Lovegood's owl, a spirited bird of prey, is not merely a respectable and lovable messenger, but a reflection of the magical world's prosperity and vitality...]
[Its bright, alert eyes gleam with the same wisdom and foresight as its master's. Every beat of its wings seems to proclaim to the entire magical world that...]
Seeing this, Xenophilius's eyelids twitched. He had worked with Rita Skeeter for a long time and knew her reporting style very well.
Under normal circumstances, the things written on that parchment would only be used by Rita Skeeter to describe herself. Yet today, they