Harry Potter and the Legend of the Temple

On the first weekend of December, Hogsmeade once again opened its doors to students.

This time, students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang also followed Hogwarts, so Hogsmeade seemed even more crowded than usual.

In the Three Broomsticks bar, many people were whispering to each other and celebrating each other with wine glasses, especially the Nordic people, who seemed particularly happy to drink a large glass of draft beer in one gulp.

Louis sat at the window, watching the people passing by on the street, and calmly drank butterbeer.

A tall woman wearing frame glasses came in at the door of the bar. She was carrying a bag and a magic pen flew beside her.

"It's you?"

The woman seemed to have discovered her target and walked straight over. When she saw Lewis sitting there alone, she was still a little surprised.

"You're late." He took the last sip of butterbeer. "I remember our appointment was half an hour ago."

"You are not the only informant I have." The woman looked at him with interest, "Why did the Triwizard Tournament players who tried to avoid me before come to me this time?"

"Tell me, do you have any Harry Potter news to share with me?"

She grabbed the snakeskin backpack, rummaged around in it, and took out a small notepad. The magic pen also flew into her hand in an instant.

"Don't worry, since we're here at the Three Broomsticks, why don't you have something to drink." Louis snapped his fingers, and Ms. Rosmerta appeared in front of them holding a bottle of whiskey.

"I remember you are not yet seventeen years old, right?" the woman said, her eyes never leaving the bottle of wine.

The Muggle world has a rule prohibiting drinking under the age of 18, and the same goes for the wizarding world, but the management is not as strict as the Muggle world. Generally, bar owners will also sell alcohol to minors, but the price will be much higher.

"This is not for me." Louis pushed the whiskey in front of the woman, "This is for you to drink."

"You're on the right track." The woman opened the wine bottle with her wand, and the aroma of whiskey had spread. "If I had done this earlier, I wouldn't have written the story about you and Harry Potter."

"That's about it for your professional ethics." Lewis leaned back on his chair, "But I have to admit that your news enthusiasm is indeed very high."

"There is no way, there is no market for boring news." The woman took a sip of wine, licked her lips and thought about it, "Only explosive news will be read. Newspapers are for people to read. It exists for sales.”

"But your origin is not bright." Louis smiled and shook his head, "An unregistered Animagus, right, Miss Skeeter?"

Rita Skeeter's eyes changed, and she almost choked on the whiskey in front of her.

"What are you talking about? What Mags?"

"Don't pretend to be stupid with me. You are an Animagus and can turn into a beetle. That's why you know the secrets in Hogwarts, such as the fact that Hagrid is a hybrid giant."

"I don't know what you're talking about?" Rita pretended to be innocent, "If you don't have any other news, I'm leaving. You know I'm very busy."

"Then you can go, as long as you are not afraid of officials from the Ministry of Magic investigating you." Louis was not panicked at all. "You have to know that an unregistered Animagus may be waiting for you in Azkaban." ”

"Are you threatening me?" Rita said. She, the chief reporter of the Daily Prophet, was actually threatened by a thirteen-year-old child.

"You can understand it that way." Louis crossed his legs, "But you have another option. Write an article for me about hybrid giants."

Rita grabbed the table. If there had been a knife and fork on the table, she would have probably hit Louis in the face with a knife.

"It seems I have no choice." Rita took a breath, drank the wine in the glass, and turned a page in the notepad. "Tell me how to write."

"It's very simple, you just need to change people's ideas." Louis said, he looked at the clock hanging on the wall, "I also found a reliable interviewer for you, ah, yes, she is here ”

Rita looked back and saw the tall Madame Maxime coming in from the Three Broomsticks. Louis stood up and made room for the mixed-race giantess.

"So this is what you were thinking of." Mrs. Maxim had met Rita, and to be honest, she didn't like this superficial guy either.

Louis spread his hands. Now that he has the writers and materials, it’s up to the two of them to perform.

"Are you also a mixed-race giant?" This surprised Rita, but it could also be related to the French. According to the uncirculated nature of the magical world, it is normal for British reporters not to understand the principal of a French school.

"Write it carefully, Miss Skeeter, and don't think about other fancy things." Louis reminded, "otherwise that thing will appear on the desk of the Ministry of Magic."

Rita snarled angrily and started writing something on the paper.

"Are you ready, Madame Maxime?"

Madame Maxime nodded, seemingly ready to reveal her ancestry.

"Excuse me, Rita."

. . . . . .

Rita Skeeter didn't tell him when the report would be published, but she left with almost an entire notebook filled.

One morning a week later, Louis and Astoria were leaning against a big tree to bask in the sun. They happened to see a student hurried to Hagrid's hut as if to apologize to Hagrid, and on his hand What he was holding seemed to be the Daily Prophet.

"What's wrong? I see a lot of people gathered at the door of Hagrid's cabin recently." Astoria was a little confused. She was one of the few people who had no prejudice against Hagrid.

Just when Louis was about to explain something, he saw Natasha running over not far away with Daniel. These two first-year Gryffindors and Slytherins looked very much like Louis and Astor two years ago. Leah.

"Sister Astoria, did you read today's Daily Prophet? Something big happened!" Natasha looked very excited. Since the last Hogsmeade incident, the super ghost possessing her body has It never appeared again.

"No, I have been with your brother Louis today." Astoria stroked the Russian girl's hair lovingly, and then took the latest Daily Prophet from her hand.

"Look, look! This is the page!"

Four people huddled together to read the newspaper, which seemed to be in a very conspicuous place:

"Real broadcast of hybrid giants, they are not cruel and cruel beasts - exclusive report by Rita Skeeter"

"Rita Skeeter? That special correspondent for the Daily Prophet?"

"I really didn't expect that she would write this kind of thing. According to my brother, she would only write negative news that attracts people's attention." Daniel sighed.

"It's not just that, Daniel." Natasha interrupted him, "That Bubbaton principal is actually a hybrid giant."

"So, does that mean Hagrid's negative news is over?" Astoria asked, and she was also happy for Hagrid.

"That's right." Louis nodded. Then Rita was pretty smart. Her article could be regarded as temporarily preserving her status as an illegal Animagus.

"Let's go, how about we go find Hagrid and celebrate."