Rita Skeeter's New Find

Near the Black Market Docks, two Phoenix danced gracefully around Harry Potter.

The Phoenix that suddenly appeared, along with the bird that Harry conjured in his hands, played a strange and beautiful melody in a holy and high-pitched voice.

"Is that Ravenclaw's Phoenix?" Ron stared in fascination at the beautiful creature that had suddenly appeared.

"Harry, your spell can also summon Phoenix!"

"It's more likely that it's Professor Dumbledore's Phoenix named Fawkes," Draco said after a moment of surprise.

It wasn't just the Phoenix that was attracted by Harry's "bird," but also a group of students playing outside the castle.

"Look! That's Phoenix!"

"I bet a Galleon Harry Potter just conjured Phoenix!"

"So Ron Weasley's story is true! They really did stop the poachers! Where is the Demiguise?"

"Harry, let's go!" Draco shouted in a low voice when he saw this.

He no longer liked being surrounded by people, like being watched as a clown. He suddenly realized how foolish he had been to try so hard to attract Harry's and everyone else's attention. If the Time-Turner could truly and safely alter the past, he would definitely use Confundus Charm on his past self!

"Harry, how do we cancel this?" Ron initially disagreed with Draco's idea of leaving now, but he found his stomach rumbling. The reputation was already established; it wouldn't disappear even if they left now. Missing dinner time was unacceptable!

"I'll try. I don't know either. Before, it would fly directly to my target, like Quirrell's back of the head." Harry didn't know how to cancel it. He only knew that he felt warm all over, the warmth from the wand spreading throughout his body along with the birth of the Phoenix.

As the crowd drew closer, Harry could only silently pray, "I'm safe now. Can you disappear for a moment?"

The Phoenix, accompanied by colorful rays of light, stopped in mid-air and winked at Harry as if it were Wisdom.

Then, for some reason, it didn't disappear as Harry had instructed, but instead of disappearing into Quirrell's head, it disappeared into Harry's heart.

Fawkes the Phoenix, standing nearby, curiously turned its head to look, and then disappeared amidst red Spark.

Harry and the others took this opportunity to escape back to the castle.

"Harry, are you alright?" Draco asked, panting. They had been so focused on escaping that he hadn't realized the Phoenix had entered Harry's body. As someone whose ancestors had leaned towards Dark Wizard, Malfoy was very familiar with this kind of magical phenomenon.

This is backfire! If Dark Wizard were to use the highest-level white magic, Patronus Charm, they would summon a swarm of maggots, which would then devour them.

Just now, Harry's Phoenix, like a failed version of the Patronus Charm, didn't disappear but instead entered his body.

"What's wrong? Harry isn't even out of breath like us."

"Harry! When did you get so healthy?!" Ron, who was the healthiest of the trio, couldn't help but widen his eyes in amazement.

"The Phoenix hasn't disappeared!" Draco said irritably, then, like a thug bullying a respectable woman, he pulled open Harry's clothes, revealing his fair chest that was almost entirely exposed.

"Draco, are you crazy! What does this have to do with Phoenix? But if you ask me, Harry, you're too skinny right now. Look, you're all bones." Ron first teased Draco as usual, then curiously leaned over and touched Harry's ribs with his cold, sweaty hands, occasionally making clicking sounds.

"Sha!"

"Are you two trying to freeze me to death?!"

"Stop touching me!" Harry understood what Malfoy meant, but he still didn't want to be touched.

Besides, Ron clearly didn't understand anything and was just there for the fun of it. Even though it's summer, the temperature of exposed hands is still different from that of hands inside.

Ron knew when to stop, but Draco persisted, wanting to examine the matter more closely.

"Alright, I'm fine. If there's any difference, it's that my stamina is better. Normally, I would be out of breath after running this far." Harry patted his chest, and for a moment, he felt as if two hearts were beating.

Draco touched the clothes a few more times, still somewhat doubtful, before letting Harry get dressed.

This is the corner of the castle. The reason they are so bold is because they can see anyone who passes by.

But they forgot one thing: from a high vantage point, you can see clearly, especially the way the downy hair on white skin Winky with sweat in the sunlight. Harry wasn't sweating, but Ron was; his hands were quite sweaty.

A beetle with markings resembling the outline of glasses around its antennae flew slowly by, accompanied by strange flashes of light.

"Kate, you're the best person to ask about this." In the lounge that the Room of Requirement had transformed into, Ryan suddenly knelt down and said this to Kate.

"What?" Kate blinked and wrinkled her nose.

"If you are a journalist, and you have been paid a large sum of hush money and threatened before reporting on someone."

"But now that you've found corroborating evidence from the previous reports, what will you do? Ask for funding or republish it?" Ryan said, taking Kate's small hand.

"Harry Potter? Rita Skeeter?" Kate pulled her hand away and rolled her eyes. "It's probably another little secret between Harry Potter and his two friends."

"Ron Weasley is a big mouth. He often says things that are easy to misunderstand. Just in writing, I could write a long love story about the three of them, not to mention that bastard Rita Skeeter."

"But if it were Rita Skeeter, she wouldn't be allowed to publish evidence that is merely textual."

"Ryan, you've practically said it again: Rita Skeeter will once again target the complicated relationship between the three of them. Is it the photos? How did she take them?" Kate asked, puzzled.

"This is a secret you should have known a long time ago, but Kate, you're really amazing."

"Last year you clashed with Rita Skeeter —because of your disdain for your nickname, Rita Skeeter II. But before I could even hand you the knife, you had her under control," Ryan said, sitting back down on the sofa.

"As a very productive journalist, she inevitably has weaknesses that she overlooks, especially in her early reporting. I'm just good at extracting information from text."

"And speak like a human being!" Kate naturally took Ryan's left arm and said with a hint of annoyance.

"She is an unregistered Animagus, a beetle," Ryan said casually.