The Great Writers of Hogwarts

Chapter 9 No one knows Potter better than us!
While the Lovegoods are eagerly anticipating the response to the new issue of The Quibbler, it's no coincidence that another group in the wizarding world is equally enthusiastic about an article.

Rita Skeeter, a reporter and writer who has been in the limelight in recent years, has repeatedly published articles on the front page of the "Daily Prophet", which has aroused considerable repercussions.

It is said that if her next article can cause a huge sensation, the "Daily Prophet" will seriously consider making her an ace contributor.

If this is possible, the 30-something ace writer for the Daily Prophet would be a remarkable achievement in journalism and literature.

At this time, before the article that Rita Skeeter had high hopes for - "Reviewing the Legend, The Most Complete Story of Potter" was sent to thousands of households by owls, she was with a group of people with lightning-like scars on their foreheads. Toasts and chips staggered.

"To Harry Potter, the savior of the wizarding world!"

Those with lightning-like scars on their foreheads yelled again.

"To Rita Skeeter, the conscience of the wizarding world!

Tomorrow is such a special day as July 31. Only you remember that it is the birthday of the great savior Harry Potter. I dare say such a good article at this time will make your name go down in history! "

Rita Skeeter smiled smugly, then humbly.

"Where, I just stood on the shoulders of the Potter Research Society and did some trivial finishing work."

"It's been ten years, and the savior will return to the vision of the magic world in one year.

On such a special day, it is time to sort out the scattered and unsystematic legends about the savior in the past, and form an authoritative article for people to admire the greatness of Harry Potter. "

"Thanks to the generosity and selflessness of the scholars of the Porter Institute for providing such precious and detailed information."

With that said, Rita Skeeter and the scholars of the "Potter Research Society" toasted again.

Rita Skeeter and the Porter Institute will get a steady stream of accolades just waiting for the owls to mail this issue of the Daily Prophet.

Of course, there will also be heavy Galleons—from people who are grateful to the Savior, from nobles who have been trying to take a stand for years.

Thinking of that scene, all the people present were in high spirits. They had already opened the champagne to celebrate the success.

"Why not? Could there be any surprises?"

"After all, who dares to say that it has more information about the Savior than the Potter Research Society?"

"No one knows Harry Potter better than we do, and no one writes more eye-catching essays than Rita Ski!"

"As I say, just keep your heart in your stomach, and when the sun rises tomorrow and the owls deliver the Daily Prophet to thousands of homes, money and fame will pour in."

"One more toast to the Savior!"

Rita Skeeter raised her neck, drank the champagne in the glass, her eyes were blurred, looking forward to the good news after dawn.

……

When the first ray of light illuminated the horizon in the early morning, the exhausted "Hope" flapped its wings and came to the ice and snow in Inverness, the northernmost part of Scotland, and stopped at a restaurant called "Agave". Bar entrance.

When the bar owner Frye heard the voice of "Hope", he took off the magazine he brought, gave "Hope" a handful of copper nuts, and then hurried into the bar.

There, hungover drunks and early-morning drunks are waiting to sober up or drink with stories.

Frye cleared his throat and reminded them.

"The Daily Prophet hasn't come yet. The Quibbler came first."

The guests let out a grunt of disappointment, but soon became indifferent.

"Come on, come on, just get something, let him go!"

Soon, "The Quibbler" was stuffed into the hands of the bard in the bar, and the sound of the harp sounded immediately, and the text on the front page was changed by the bard into a lame cadence, and sang along with the sound of the harp.

"On number four of Privet Drive, Dumbledore suddenly discovered that the extinguisher extinguished the street lights, and Professor McGonagall hid quietly..."

"They're here to meet up for——Harry Potter?!"

"Oh oh oh oh oh, what a bad idea, they actually want to send the savior to a Muggle family for adoption~"

Following the bard's singing, the drunkards in the bar froze suddenly, as if they were sober, and stared at each other one by one.

"What? Let Muggles adopt Harry Potter?"

"What kind of story is this?"

The bard stroked the harp and was about to continue singing, when the drunkards rushed up and snatched the "Quiet" in his hand.

They tried their best to keep their sleepy drunken eyes open, looking at the text on the front page of "The Quibbler", their breathing became heavier and heavier.

They even forgot to hold up their wine glasses, and concentrated on reading the magazines, as if they were a pile of sculptures.

And it wasn't until they finished reading the last word that they could no longer see the content of "Harry Potter" and could only see a bunch of news about magical animals, then they realized it.

"It's gone? It's gone?!"

"Damn the Quibbler, why don't you write more!"

At this time, the owl brought the "Daily Prophet", and the bar owner Fry stepped in, waving a new issue of the "Daily Prophet", and read aloud the headline on the front page.

"Looking back at the legend, the most complete story of Potter!"

"Guys, the Quibbler is gone, and you can read the Daily Prophet!"

Eager alcoholics desperate for something to read to fill their hooked sense of anticipation.

However, when the "Daily Prophet" was placed among them, Rita Skeeter's provocative writing and the detailed information of the Porter Research Society failed to stir them up in the slightest, only a kind of tasteless feeling.

The Daily Prophet is full of corny stories compared to the Quibblers I read earlier.

"When something is in the stomach, there is a powerful magical reaction, which triggers various prophecies."

"What kind of nemesis of black magic, Dumbledore shouted that this son will become a great weapon when he saw it."

"There are also those messy Potter family friends who relayed them. I don't know how many times I have read them in the past ten years!"

"It's been ten years, and I'm still writing these old-fashioned things, can't I have something interesting like "The Quibbler"?!"

At this moment, the owl that brought the "Daily Prophet" tilted its head.

It didn't understand what the drunks were complaining about, but just followed the rules, took out a feedback form from the "Daily Prophet", and threw it on the table in the bar.

There are two questions written on it -

"Do you have any comments on this issue of the Daily Prophet, especially the front page?"

"If you have no complaints and feel that the quality of the "Daily Prophet" is outstanding, the price of each issue of "Daily Prophet" will increase by [-]% starting next year. Please continue to support us."

At this moment, the drunkards felt that they had eaten a feast with endless aftertaste, and then they were caught off guard by a mouthful of cold food, and they were angry.

Seeing this feedback form, I directly wrote down my opinion on it angrily.

"Who wrote the front page? Suggest firing!"

"I've never seen such a boring thing in my life! It's so ugly and you want to raise the price, who gave you the courage?"

"Fire that bitch named Rita Skeeter and replace J.K. Rowling with Harry Potter!"

(End of this chapter)