At that, Shawn tossed away the manuscript in his hand, speechless. It broke apart inch by inch, then burned to ashes.
He then turned his gaze to Rita, who was still shaken.
He wondered how she had managed to qualify to interview the Triwizard Tournament Champions.
Several Champions nearby looked just as miserable as Harry. They had probably already suffered through Rita's snide, self-important interviews.
Before Shawn could speak, Rita hurriedly bowed and scraped.
"M-my lord, that, that was only a first draft. Yes, a first draft! I'll be sure to polish everything about you and young Master Draco, and faithfully convey your imposing presence to the public."
Shawn considered it. She was a beetle Animagus who knew who could say how many secrets about high-ranking officials.
It was hardly surprising that she had managed to make a comeback.
With his status, Shawn had no need to lower himself to arguing with her. Though she was utterly detestable, properly used, her pen could be a useful weapon.
To those in power, it was not a question of likes or dislikes, only of usefulness.
So he waved a hand, dismissing her casually.
"Leave Hogwarts. Go see Lucius."
Rita, trembling with apprehension, was about to turn and leave when Dumbledore spoke beside them with a genial smile.
"Ms. Rita, please wait. We still need you to record the wand testing and take a group photograph. Ah, what a rare opportunity for a picture! I'm getting old. I won't have many more chances to bask in the limelight like this."
Rita stopped and looked to Shawn for permission.
Shawn had no objection.
"Then stay. I don't want any exaggerations in tomorrow's Daily Prophet."
"Of course not, of course not."
Rita nodded hastily, her manner humble.
She really was the sort who only behaved