The Alchemist of Harry Potter

The pile of scandals in the newspapers still caused some trouble for Albert.

Fred, George and Lee Jordan also sent joking letters to Albert, congratulating him on winning the International Wizarding Chess Championship.

To sort things out, Albert does an exclusive interview with Rita Skeeter.

The interview took place at Madame Padrefer's Teahouse in Hogsmeade, which is open all day, but there are basically no customers.

In the teahouse, Albert flipped through the latest issue of the Daily Prophet, and after hearing the chair being pulled, he slowly raised his head, looked at the witch who appeared in front of him, and asked, "Rita Skye Miss Te?"

The witch's blond hair was curled into delicate curls, she wore a pair of bejeweled glasses on the bridge of her nose, she held a crocodile leather handbag on her fingers, and her nails were painted red.

If it was Rita Skeeter in her youth, she would be a fashionable girl, but she is old.

"Yes, it's not easy to interview you once, Mr. Anderson."

Rita Skeeter sat opposite Albert, also looking at the young genius wizard in front of her. To be honest, the gaze of the other party made her very uncomfortable, and there was an illusion of being seen through.

"Actually, I don't like interviews, and I don't like being too ostentatious."

Albert took a sip of milk tea and said with a half-smile: "However, you and your colleagues always like to fabricate facts randomly, and they still cause me some trouble, so I came to see you."

"People always like to see some..." Rita Skeeter couldn't help squinting, she had never seen such a difficult teenager.

"I know," Albert interrupted, "to catch the eye of the reader, and of course I also know that I have the same troubles in France and the United States, and those of your colleagues love it."

After speaking, Albert's eyes fell on the quill pen that was writing and drawing on the notebook.

"Never mind that pen, Mr. Anderson, tell me..."

"I suggest that you don't use it to record the words between us, that may not be very friendly to you." Albert took his eyes away from the shorthand quill and interrupted Rita Skeeter rudely. He said to himself, "I know very well what kind of reporter you are, and I also know very well that the purpose of the newspaper's existence is to sell yourself, regardless of whether the content in it is true or not."

Speaking, Albert drank the milk tea in the cup, looked at Rita Skeeter with his fingers intertwined, and suddenly showed a strange smile: "Everyone has their own secrets, and you are no exception. You are An...illegal Animagus, right!"

The last words were spoken so softly by Albert that only he and Rita Skeeter could hear them.

"what……"

Rita Skeeter's eyes widened, her tone was incredulous, and she almost knocked over the black tea in front of her, "I don't know what you're talking about!" She took a deep breath and said coldly.

"Let me see, what is your Animagus?"

"What have you done to me?" Rita Skeeter had a very bad feeling, and quickly looked away, not daring to look directly into Albert's eyes.

"Oh, so it was a beetle?"

Albert murmured softly, "So, you often use Animagus to inquire about news?"

Under the frightened and unbelievable gaze of the female reporter, Albert nodded and said, "That's right, Animagus is indeed suitable for espionage work."

"you……"

Rita Skeeter was trembling all over. She felt that the person in front of her was a terrible devil who could easily see through herself.

The corners of Albert's mouth twitched slightly, and he said softly, "No doubt, I'm a photographer."

"It's useless, no one will believe it." Rita Skeeter twitched her lips and seemed to waste a lot of strength to say this.

"If you've investigated me, you should know that I know a lot of famous wizards and have good correspondence with them,

As long as I write to them, trust me, Azkaban Prison will surely welcome you. "Albert laughed maliciously: "I think there should be a lot of wizards who hate you, and they will definitely take the opportunity to get into trouble!" "

"Okay, what do you want?" Rita Skeeter clenched her fists. She really wanted to put an oblivion spell on the other party and write a vicious article to discredit the other party, but she quickly Abandoning the idea, he slumped on the chair feebly.

"No matter what, you can order the quilt tea again, we are talking about the next thing."

Speaking, Albert took out the purse from his pocket and pushed it in front of Rita Skeeter, and said calmly, "I hope you can help me wash away those damn scandals, I can answer some questions for you. , and will give you a fee."

"that's it?"

"Of course not. I hope that everything will involve my news in the future. You just need to keep it simple or ignore it directly. If you really need it, write to me instead of making it up and causing trouble for me."

In fact, this last point is the reason why Albert invited Rita Skeeter out.

He needs to control public opinion, or at least stop the inexplicable reports.

Rita Skeeter opened her mouth and looked at the purse, which contained about twenty Galleons.

It wasn't a lot of money for Rita Skeeter, but there was no doubt she could keep her secrets, avoid jail time, and make a small fortune by completing her work on the Daily Prophet.

Most importantly, she has no choice.

Although compromising with an underage wizard made Rita Skeeter feel absurd, she knew that compromising would not do her much harm, at least the other party had given her a hush money, which was not ashamed.

"Alright alright."

Rita Skeeter reached for the purse and stuffed it into the alligator leather handbag, took a quill from it, and began to ask questions.

"I heard that it was Mr. Bud Broad who recommended you to participate in the International Wizarding Chess competition. Was your wizarding game taught by the former champion?"

"Mr. Broad was a professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, and our friendship began at that time..."

Albert began to recall that history, but it was complicated to Rita Skeeter's ears. She felt as if she had witnessed the birth of a genius, and Mr. Broad undoubtedly knew Albert's talent. , so he pushed him behind the back, and the two also forged a deep friendship.

Later, Albert burst out the names of a bunch of wizards, all of them very famous wizards in many fields.

Obviously, he hadn't lied before.

"Where's the pretty French lady?" Rita Skeeter asked a few more questions, and then brought up another topic of interest to her.

"Louis Delacour?"

"So that lady's name is Louise Delacour?"

"Actually, I was more familiar with his father, who was a famous potionist, and we wrote letters," recalls Albert, "I met Mr. Hertork Dagworth in France at the time. , During the small talk, he learned that I also knew Mr. Delacour, um, the father of the Miss Louise, and invited me to visit each other together, and we happened to meet halfway."

"As for that photo, it was just a French kiss." Albert recalled, "At that time, the reporter should have been photographing the handshake between Mr. Dagworth and Mr. Delacour, and he probably took the picture by accident. A photo. Later, you also know that I became the youngest International Wizarding Chess champion, and your peers may think that you need to create some gimmicks to attract everyone's attention, so you just make it up, after all, everyone likes gossip news."

"So that's it, where's that pretty American girl?"

In fact, Rita Skeeter was very shocked by Albert's circle of friends. Of course, she knew who Mr. Dagworth was. If she could become a friend of the potion master, her level in potions would definitely not be low. "

"That is the granddaughter of Mr. Nicholas, an American alchemist, who also likes alchemy. Mr. Serra and I only met each other by chance when we visited Mr. Nicholas."

Albert thought for a while and then said: "When I was about to return to the UK, I asked Miss Catherine to take me to Wizard Street in the United States, and I was going to buy some special products of the American wizarding world for my friends. That photo was taken at that time. Yes, because I rejected an interview with an American reporter at the time, so he, like his French counterpart, fabricated a scandal at will, and they don’t need to be responsible anyway, and everyone likes to watch this kind of stuff.”

Rita Skeeter was a little disappointed, things were not much different from what she expected, and she wanted to find some breaking news, and continued to ask, "I heard that you had an incident with an employee of the Ministry of Magic at the time in the United States. Some unpleasant conflicts."

"An unpleasant conflict?" Albert recalled a little and said helplessly, "It's not an unpleasant conflict, it's just a helpless misunderstanding."

"Misunderstand?"

"That Miss Catherine also gave me a kiss on the face." Albert said helplessly, ""The young employee who received me seems to be Miss Catherine's admirer, you should It's not hard to guess that the jealous guy deliberately caused me some trouble within his job authority. In the end they even searched me and made a mess of my luggage. "

"I think a reasonable apology is necessary." Albert said calmly: "After all, I should have cooperated with all inspections, and his suspicions caused us unnecessary trouble."

"Jealous, abuse of power, twisted facts, nonsense."

"As for why the newspaper said that." Albert shrugged and said, "I think it may be because I defeated the American player who has a good chance of winning the championship!"

"Twist the facts and deliberately provoke contradictions." Rita Skeeter wrote more and more excitedly, and continued to ask, "Do you have anything special to say about this trip to the United States?"

"The magical society in the United States is different from that of Europe and even most countries. They have many strict laws. For example, after you go to the United States, you need to apply for a temporary wand license at the Magic Congress as soon as possible. It's illegal."

Albert thought for a while and said: "I suggest that the Magical Congress of the United States print an entry guide to the American Magical Society, detailing some legal rules that need to be strictly followed after entering the American Magical Society. I believe this can reduce magic well. Congress work, and greatly relieve the pressure on prisons.

"After all, not all wizards are like me. Before going to the United States, they have carefully learned about the situation of the American magical society." Albert put down the milk tea he had drank and said calmly.

"I'll write an article that will please you." Rita Skeeter put away the parchment, her face full of excitement.

"When you're done, remember to send me a first draft. Don't forget, Miss Rita Skeeter." With that, Albert got up and went to the counter to pay, then borrowed the fireplace in Madame Paddiff's Teahouse , fly directly to Diagon Alley.