Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 917: Breaking news

The streets of Hogsmeade are full of students wandering around, especially third-year students who have just been allowed to visit Hogsmeade, and everything here is new to them.

After a brief discussion, Albert and the others decided to go to the Joko Joke Shop first, as a way to inquire about information and see if there are any new products in the Joko Shop.

The immutable Widowmaker joke shop cannot be their rival in the future.

"This summer, you can start advertising in the Daily Prophet. Next semester is a good time to promote and sell joke props. Don't miss it."

Albert casually said to Fred and George as he came out of Honeyduke's candy store, "Don't show up in the adverts for skipping candies, after all students need to use them to skip class, if the professors know about it , it's not good to skip class candy."

"I promise that its escaping use will not appear in the product instructions." George said earnestly.

"Or in an advert," Fred added.

"That's a good idea. You just need to give everyone a little hint, and they will know the real purpose of those candies." Li · Jordan laughed nervously, "As long as you have a class, there will be The students started vomiting and spraying nosebleeds, and I don't think even the professor could figure out the real reason for a while."

"And the wizard card, I'm going to release the Hogwarts Four Houses series first." Albert threw an exploding fondant into his mouth and said as he walked: "There may be a portrait problem in it, and, we It is best to combine games with learning, so as to make our products more popular with everyone. At least, while playing games, we can also let everyone learn some useful knowledge. Just convince parents and let children like , there will be no shortage of sales for Wizard cards."

"Sounds hard, and how are you going to convince Snape?" Lee Jordan wondered, they didn't think Albert could convince Snape, it was too hard, the guy was like A stone, hard and smelly.

"Other professors should be fine. As for Snape, if he doesn't want to, we can replace him with the previous Slytherin Dean." Albert had already thought of a solution, "That's right. , your last plan is very good, I am helping you to revise it, it should be completed next month, and then you can start trying to sell wizard cards."

"You still know the previous Slytherin Dean?"

"Of course I do. The last time I went to the Magic School Potions Tournament, it was led by Professor Horace Slughorn. He is said to have formed a slug club before."

"Slug Club, that's a disgusting name."

All three had expressions of disgust on their faces.

"Professor Slughorn is a pleasure-seeking, vain, and somewhat snobby guy, but he's not bad at heart. When he was teaching at school, he knew a lot of famous wizards and made a lot of connections." Albert A brief comment on Slughorn: "It's actually very easy to deal with him, you just need to remember to give him a bottle of aged mead every Christmas, and a candied pineapple and a birthday card on his birthday. He's the nicest type of old friend I've ever known."

"I don't think he knows as many celebrities as you do."

"He must know more people than me."

Albert knows a lot of people, but not many who really keep in touch, otherwise how could he be so busy.

"Which type of people do you think is more difficult to deal with?" George asked curiously.

"For the exchange of knowledge, sometimes writing a letter is harder than writing a paper for a magazine." Albert didn't lie. Pull to form a small circle, and then bring the problem to the circle to discuss together.

Albert crossed the road and walked into the small bar opposite.

Three Broomsticks was still as crowded as ever, and as soon as Albert entered, a wave of heat hit his face, his eyes swept across the bar quickly, and Fred, George, and Lee · Jordan headed for the nearest empty table go.

After they sat down, they exchanged glances, and finally got bored enough to use guessing to decide who to go to Ms. Rosemerta for butterbeer.

"Well, you win!"

Lee · Jordan looked at the open palms of the others, and then looked at his clenched fists, and shrugged helplessly and stood up.

Albert took two sickles from his pocket and said, "I want warm."

"So do we."

Fred and George grinned and pulled out their respective socks and placed them in front of Lee Jordan.

"Really."

Lee · Jordan took Sike and went to the counter to buy beer, and soon got four cups of butterbeer heated with warm water. When he distributed the butterbeer to everyone, he raised his finger in a certain direction and said in a low voice : "Look over there and see what I found."

The three looked in the direction of Lee Jordan's fingers and found Ludo Bagman talking to a group of goblins sitting in a darkened corner of the bar.

"Bagman's luck doesn't seem to be very good, is he being entangled by goblins again?"

Fred clinks glasses with George with a smile, with a tone of schadenfreude that can't be concealed, "You said if we want to go over and add fire to Bagman, I believe he will definitely have a headache."

"If you go there, Bagman will definitely find an excuse to run away." Albert prefers to watch Bagman and the goblin gesturing over there, but unfortunately the monitoring technology is still not good, otherwise they can drink beer here. , while listening to their words, I am happy.

"Would you like to use this?" Fred and George pulled flesh-colored retractable ears from their pockets.

"If you want to eavesdrop, try another way, you are too blatant."

"What do you think they're talking about?" asked Lee Jordan, staring at the excited goblins and taking a gulp of butterbeer.

"The goblins are collecting debts," Fred and George said happily.

"Bagman will definitely not repay the money, and he probably won't have any." Albert speculated, "If I were Bagman, I would probably have another bet with the goblin, and if I won, The debts of both parties will be written off in one lump sum, and if you lose, it doesn't matter if you owe another one, anyway, you won't have to worry about more debts."

"It makes sense, if I were Bagman, I would press you to win the Triwizard Tournament." Fred slapped Albert's shoulder hard, "After all, the other warriors are not your opponents, and the result has been It's obvious."

"The goblins aren't stupid and certainly wouldn't agree," George added.

"So, they're quarreling now." Lee Jordan watched with interest the menacing goblin with arms crossed, quietly took a detection ball from his pocket and headed towards Bagman's location Go, get ready to eavesdrop on them in the name of picking up the ball.

After all, open eavesdropping is easy to spot, so it's best to make an excuse for yourself.

"The guy really likes the gossip, and if you didn't get him involved in the wizarding card, I doubt Lee Jordan would be a reporter for the Daily Prophet or Wizards Weekly after graduation, like Rita Skeeter likes to gossip around like that." Fred said to Albert, looking at Lee Jordan's back.

"We've already thought about the title of the newspaper column for him. It's called the little secret that makes your heart beat." George added with a smile.

"Let's continue to study the follow-up arrangements for the joke shop!" Albert felt that these two guys were too busy, and was about to find something for them to do. He reached out and took out a notebook from the deformed lizard skin bag.

"I've always been curious, when did you start getting this notebook." George asked with a raised eyebrow, flipping through the old notebook.

"Originally, I planned to sell Defence Against the Dark Arts items in the last two years to make some money. Later, with your participation, I expanded the whole plan to make money."

"It's been a long time since I saw you fiddling with the protective bracelet. What version is it now?" Fred asked curiously. They knew for a long time that Albert had this money-making plan, and they had been nagging for several years, but they did not expect that the time had come quietly.

"Version 3.2 is almost at its limit now, there is no way to continue to improve it, and the effect is not very ideal, it is more durable than the previous protective bracelet, it can last for about two years now, in fact, I am not sure. But it will definitely last longer."

"If the next semester is as turbulent as you say, it will be a real fortune."

The two did not forget Albert's prophecy about the turmoil in the magical world, "Maybe, we should stock up on some Defence Against the Dark Arts items first, and then sell them in one go."

"It's not the time, but you can build up some reputation first, and then you can make a lot of money by providing defense packages to the Ministry of Magic. I have to say that most of the employees of the Ministry of Magic are really good at Defense Against the Dark Arts. Pull your hips."

"Probably get five hundred orders." George muttered, "should get close to 10,000 Galleons."

"It will definitely be more popular if you wear a dragon suit," Fred suggested. "The protective effect of that thing must be very good."

"Do you think it's possible? That kind of clothes is too ostentatious." Albert didn't think the dragon suit would work, and many dark wizards especially liked to use Avada.

"Dragon skin is a good thing, except for Avada's life, it can basically block or weaken most magic effects. When I really make a lot of Galleons, I will definitely get myself a dragon leather jacket first. "George said to Albert, "Safe and handsome. Of course, if you could give the dragon leather jackets a little more defense, they would definitely make them top Defence Against the Dark Arts."

"This is a good proposal, it can be made into a high-grade fire dragon vest and vest." Albert thinks this is a good business opportunity, "With this thing, as long as you don't get hit by the Unforgivable Curse, you won't be able to. The big problem is that the purse can get hurt."

"Trust me, there will never be a shortage of rich people in the magic world, especially the Aurors. If dark wizards are rampant, they will all want to find you to customize a complete set of fire dragon suits with super defense, and those high-ranking officials, they must also Afraid of death, I pay more attention to my own safety." Fred looked very excited, he felt that there was a lot of money in the field of Defense Against the Dark Arts.

"At that time, we can still grade." George's brain hole opened up: "Ordinary protective equipment and customized high-level protective equipment can be sold. After all, most wizards can't afford high-end goods. Well. , so you have already thought of it, you are going to hand over ordinary protective equipment to us to manufacture, is it really reliable to do so?"

"Your Iron Armor Spell can be used proficiently. It is enough to make general protective equipment, but the time of use may be shorter, but it should also be able to prevent ordinary evil spells, and there must be a difference between advanced and ordinary. Otherwise, how can you attract those rich people to take the bait? It's like ordinary broomsticks and firebolts."

"As expected of you, are you planning to directly monopolize the market?"

"Monopoly, no, what we want is a brand." Albert shrugged, "Even if someone robs us of the market in the future, they will not be able to rob us."

"What's the matter with the Wonder Witch series above?" Fred took a note from George and flipped through it, and found that Albert had prepared a lot of money-making schemes.

"When did you make so many beauty products?" George asked curiously, leaning his head over.

"These are not all results of my research." Albert explained: "If someone else were to do this part, it should have been separated out."

"Your girlfriend?" George asked.

"Isobel is also one of the researchers of cosmetic medicine. Remember the two foreign girls at the last Quidditch World Cup?" Albert reminded.

"Remember, very beautiful girl." George teased, "At that time, we thought you had two other girlfriends."

"They're friends with Isobel. We met at the Magic School Potions Championship last time, and since then we've developed beauty potions together. I'm a bit of a headstart, and sometimes I'm a **** for the girls." Albert shrugged. She shrugged, "They opened a beauty shop in the United States and were welcomed by countless girls."

"What beauty potion?" Lee Jordan had returned after picking up the detection ball.

"What the girls like." George shook the note in his hand and asked, "What are they talking about?"

"As we guessed, Bagman wanted to offset his debt with a bet, and the goblins disagreed with Bagman's bet on Albert's eventual victory, so they quarreled." Lee· Jordan smiled and said to Albert: "It seems that Bagman has a lot of confidence in you."

While a few people were chatting, Rita Skeeter followed her potbellied cameraman into Three Broomsticks, and as soon as she got to the bar to buy a drink, she set her sights on Bagg, who was entangled by goblins Man, took a glass of mead and ran to talk to Bagman, and tried to interview each other, but the conversation between the two sides was not pleasant, Bagman said a lot of nonsense, and quickly left with the group of goblins.

"Bagman seems reluctant to talk to us, what is he doing, why is there a large group of goblins behind him? He also said he was taking goblins to visit Hogsmeade... it's nonsense... I dare I bet something must have happened." Rita Skeeter looked at Bagman's back with interest and said to her colleagues, "...If we can dig something out, Magic Sports Division Chief Ludo Bagman is sure to be discredited... this is really exciting... keep up with Fu Zuo and let's see what secret Bagman is trying to hide."

Fred, George, and Lee Jordan look at each other, ready to take advantage of the opportunity to tell Rita Skeeter about Bagman.

Just as they were about to stand up, a high-pitched voice was heard in the bar.

"Are you trying to ruin someone's life again?"

Many people turned their heads and looked over when they heard the voice, and Rita Skeeter also stopped. After seeing who was talking, she was not in a hurry to follow Bagman, with a smile on her face. Greeting Harry, "Great Harry, I didn't expect to see you here..."

"Why did you treat Hagrid like that?" Harry asked angrily.

"Our readers have the right to know the truth." Rita Skeeter still had a smile on her face, showing no signs of embarrassment. "I'm just doing my job."

"Who cares about him..."

Harry was about to say something when Hermione interrupted him.

"The truth, are you sure?" Hermione looked at Rita Skeeter coldly, and the corners of her mouth twitched contemptuously, "As long as you can get the story and get enough Galleons, you don't care, No matter who let it go, does the truth have Galleons important? Obviously not, I know you care more about the sales of the newspaper and how many Galleons you can get, so this time you are going to give Ludo Bagman ——"

"You silly little girl, don't talk nonsense about things you don't understand." Rita Skeeter said coldly.

"Infuriated by what I said?" Hermione sneered, not afraid of Rita Skeeter's gaze.

"Oh my God Skeeter, you never do something serious?"

Sirius appeared out of nowhere, put his hands on Harry and Hermione's shoulders, and smiled at the irritated Rita Skeeter.

"It's no wonder that the Daily Prophet has been reporting more and more **** when you have time to argue with a little girl here." Sirius said with a heartbroken expression, "I used to enjoy watching" The Daily Prophet, at least get some useful information, but now there is nothing but a bunch of junk in the paper, or the Daily Prophet is trying to use this garbage to help the Ministry of Magic cover up the truth."

"Cover the truth?" Rita Skeeter smiled at Sirius, "Oh, are you going to share with me some big secret that I don't know? To be honest, I'm very impressed with your so-called truth. Interested."

"Do you know the news that Peter Pettigrew is alive again? That guy also used the Imperius Curse to control and murdered Barty Crouch, Director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department." Sirius said with a smile.

"We've already reported on this, you seem to have been in Azkaban for a long time, and your memory has deteriorated a bit." Rita Skeeter scoffed sharply, "I suggest you buy A memory ball may prevent you from being so forgetful."

"Then why didn't you report how Peter Pettigrew came back to life?" Sirius was not angry, but asked with a smile, "How could you not investigate such an important matter? You still don't want to report it."

"You sound like you're very clear," Rita Skeeter said coldly.

"Of course, I got first-hand information." Sirius smiled, "Peter Pettigrew's mother died in Azkaban instead of Peter, so Peter's body buried by the Dementors was actually drinking a compound potion. Mrs Peter."

The whole small bar suddenly became silent. Everyone was shocked by the news. They never thought that Mrs. Peter would be willing to do this for her son.

"Do you have any evidence?"

Rita Skeeter suddenly has a bad premonition.

"Mrs Peter made a deal with the Minister of Magic for half of the Peter family's fortune in exchange for the opportunity to visit her son in Hogsmeade. As a result, within two days, Peter died in Azkaban, Mrs Peter Then he died, and Peter's house was engulfed in flames." The smile on Sirius's face became more benign. "It can be found out, even the Minister of Magic can't hide it, I dare say the Daily Prophet is sure. You also know about it, and you don't seem to want to let everyone know the truth, is it because Fudge won't let it go, or is it because the Daily Prophet collected hush money and shut up on this matter?"

Suddenly there were whispers in the bar.

"Someone had previously sworn that it was her responsibility to let readers know the truth," Hermione sneered sharply.

Rita Skeeter looked at Hermione's tousled hair coldly and viciously, clearly ill-intentioned.

Without giving Rita Skeeter a chance to speak, Sirius continued, "Poor Mrs Peter, who sacrificed everything for her son and got this result. Look at Peter from Azkaban. What good things did you do when you escaped."

"Do you know why Pettigrew Peter used the Imperius to control Crouch? You didn't even report what Peter Pettigrew did at Crouch's house, is the Daily Prophet now magical Do you have the Ministry's microphone?"

Sirius is in a particularly happy mood, and he intends to make a big news here.

Rita Skeeter was about to leave with a dark face, but was held in place by Sirius' magic.

"Don't rush to leave, you guys need the truth, not the innocuous truth you say." Sirius said, playing with his wand, "You're so incompetent, if the Daily Prophet doesn't know anything, As a reporter, you should stay here and listen to what I have to say. Go back and report the information I provided in an article. The readers have the right to know the truth. Say you think everyone is stupid?"

Sirius's words were very sharp, and Rita Skeeter, who was locked in place, began to doubt life.

"Dumbledore was a party to this."

Smiling to the audience at the bar, Sirius said, "That night, he and Bagman went to Barty Crouch to discuss the safety of the second Triwizard Tournament, I think everyone knows. These, but you don't know what happened to Dumbledore at Barty's house."

So everyone swallowed their saliva and tried to get Sirius to unravel the truth of the mystery.

"A very ugly baby, who can't even handle life, but who can pick up a wand is the one who dragged Dumbledore for a few minutes." Sirius raised his mouth happily and threw a bomb , "That baby is Voldemort."

When the three words Voldemort popped out of Sirius' mouth, there was a sound of gasping and the sound of hitting things in the Three Broomsticks bar.

Mrs. Rosmerta shook her hand even more, and the whole jug fell to the ground without her even noticing it.

"I know you don't want to believe the truth, but this is the truth. No matter what, the truth is there. No matter how you twist it, you can't change it." I don't know if Voldemort is alive or dead, but he is there, and he doesn't know what terrible way he used to become a baby. Of course, you can rest assured that the baby is dead, but Voldemort is under Dumbledore's eyes. Run away, according to Dumbledore's recollection, Voldemort at the time was very ghost-like, but not a ghost, and no spells could harm him."

"Mr. Sirius, is the devil who can't even be named really still alive?" a wizard couldn't help asking.

"I don't know, we called a lot of experts, but they didn't know what the situation was, but I think he should still be alive." Sirius said calmly, "Just, living in that form, his situation Very bad, very weak, very weak, and an expert told us that as long as Voldemort continues to wander in this way for a hundred years, his soul will decay, he will lose consciousness completely, and there may be no further threat by then."

"This is great news."

"No, it's not really good news." Sirius mocked himself, "According to the latest information we have, Voldemort is holding Dumbledore in order to let Peter Pettigrew escape, because as long as Peter escapes Voldemort would have a way to turn himself into a baby again, and of course the Ministry of Magic knew about it, so Fudge had the Aurors go after Peter Pettigrew with all their might to prevent him from resurrecting Voldemort again."

Speaking, Sirius found out a wanted list of Peter Pettigrew from nowhere, laughed and joked, "Trust me, this is definitely the most expensive wanted criminal in history."

Peter Pettigrew's bounty is 30,000 Galleons, which is much higher than Sirius's original wanted.

Everyone looked at Peter Pettigrew's wanted list and fell silent.

Peter Pettigrew's wanted list of 30,000 Galleons has been criticized for a long time, and no one really understands the reason, but it is indeed astonishingly higher than the bounty, which has attracted a large number of bounty hunters.

"The Daily Prophet really doesn't know anything? They're just reluctant to say it, maybe for fear of causing panic, but I think they're becoming the mouthpiece of the Ministry of Magic." Sirius looked at Rita half-smile · Skeeter continued, "Don't worry, this whole thing isn't over yet, and I'll tell you something that the Ministry of Magic and the Daily Prophet don't want to tell you."

Everyone's heart hit rock bottom all of a sudden, their eyes fixed on Sirius Black, worried about what bad news would come out of each other's mouth again.

"Remember the Dark Mark from the World Cup, it was actually made by Barty Crouch. Well, you heard right, old Barty Crouch's son is still alive, this matter We have confirmed this with Barty's house-elves, and remember that there was a report in the Daily Prophet at the time that 'Barty's house-elves were found at the scene'; old Barty gave house-elf clothes and fired That poor house-elf."

"I see, no wonder Winky walked so oddly back then, it would make sense if she was being dragged, no wonder Harry's wand was in her hand." Hermione realized.

"Now do you know what the Dark Mark is about?"

"After the World Cup, Peter took Voldemort to visit old Barty, so that hapless guy was under the Imperius Curse, as for Barty Jr., he has been released and is running some evil plan, we Suspected that he was trying to restore Voldemort to his former strength."

"Is this true?"

"It should be true, we once tried to find Barty · Crouch Jr. through a certain prophetic master who lived in seclusion in England. Tell us that in the next few years, the environment in the British wizarding world will get worse and worse, and he is already planning to move."

"Sure, it's hard to say something like divination, but we'll see some omens soon." Sirius shrugged.

"Barty Crouch Jr. is still alive?"

"Yes, I don't think the news revealed by Barty Crouch's house elf is fake." Sirius shrugged, "As for how Barty Crouch Jr. Zkaban came back to life in prison, his situation is actually similar to Peter. And old Barty paid the price of his life for this mistake, which is actually the reason why Peter took the risk of silence, they tried to cover up the little Barty alive Voldemort was trying to get back the truth of his original power, because old Barty would tell everything once he was alive, he knew too much and was silenced."

Sirius waved his wand, unwrapped Rita Skeeter's magic, and said calmly, "Look, what I'm revealing is worth more than your junk."

Rita Skeeter walked away without saying a word.

"I know you may think this is a nuisance, but whether you like it or not, this is the truth," Sirius laughed as he watched Rita Skeeter leave, "If "" The Daily Prophet became the mouthpiece of the Ministry of Magic, and deliberately concealed this part of the report, you can subscribe to this issue of "Defense Guide", and I will explain the whole thing clearly from beginning to end, especially when you need the truth. At times, the Defense Guide will always bring you the truth, not keep you in the dark."

"So you're promoting your own magazine?" someone couldn't help sneering.

"Do you think it is necessary to promote a magazine that is about to be closed?" Sirius was not angry, but instead asked, "Sometimes, people don't like the truth, because the truth is too cruel."

Sirius ignored the others, smiled and said a few words to Harry before walking towards Albert.

"Great speech, I found your eloquence surprisingly good." Albert said with a smile, "Still looking for Peter Pettigrew?"

"That guy was offered a reward of 30,000 Galleons, I think this is a good opportunity." Sirius made no secret of his maliciousness, "We can give the reward to half points, how about it, this is a good deal? , I will do it myself."

"It's not bad, but this is not the place to talk about that." Albert stood up after his butterbeer and said, "Somewhere else ~IndoMTL.com~ the chances are slim now, I suspect they've left the UK."

"What are Fred, George and Lee Jordan going to do with Rita Skeeter?" Hermione asked as she walked over to Albert's table with a butter beer.

"They're going to tell Rita Skeeter about Ludo Bagman." Albert shrugged, "Getting revenge on Ludo Bagman with that woman's hand. Paying the wager with fake Galleons and swallowing their principal, but I don't think the effect is very good. The Ministry of Magic should know something about it. , I think Bagman is probably on his way too."

"Bagman owes a lot of Galleons?" Hermione couldn't help asking.

"Many, not only goblins, but wizards also owe a lot of debt. We also set up a debt collection group to get back the principal of the bet and give Bagman a chance to pay it back slowly." Sirius shook his head and said, "But Bagman seems unwilling to pay back, so you don't have to pity him."