Meanwhile, Felix was dressed neatly and stood in the fireplace in the office. He dripped a handful of Floor powder and said "Diagon Alley" clearly and loudly, and he disappeared from Hogwarts.

Diagonal Alley.

Felix came out of the public fireplace, shook the dust on his body, and pulled out a note from his pocket - it was an address.

The next moment, Felix moved away directly with his phantom.

In the suburbs of London, a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of a single-family house.

Felix looked at the door number, walked up the steps in the wind and snow, and knocked on the door with his magic wand.

A moment later, a delicate woman opened the door, her eyes shining through a pair of glasses inlaid with jewelry, looking at the stranger in front of her with a scrutiny.

Felix introduced himself gently: "Felix Hepp, currently the professor of ancient magic in Hogwarts - you mentioned me in the newspaper, Ms. Skitt."

"You're Felix Hepp?" Rita Skit's eyes lit up, and in the blink of an eye, her fingers with bright red nails grabbed Felix's arm and dragged him into the room, "Please come in!"

The tables and chairs in the living room are arranged very neatly, and the air is filled with the smell of magical aroma. On one side is a huge floor-to-ceiling wine cabinet, and on the other side is a square shelf, which contains various books, trophies, and newspapers. On the shelf behind the door, there is a crocodile leather handbag.

"That's the honor I've received... Felix, I'm very interested in you, I've wanted to interview you for a long time." Rita Skit sat opposite him, her hair being made into delicate, stiff, weird curly curls, paired with her big chin face, looking particularly awkward.

"Ms. Skit..."

Felix was quickly interrupted, the woman was so powerful that she waved her wand and flew out of her crocodile handbag a shorthand quill and a roll of parchment.

"Felix, I use a shorthand quill to make the record, you won't object, right? I can free up my hands and talk to you normally..."

Before he could reply, the parchment had been spread out automatically, and the shorthand quill landed vertically on it, and the tip of the pen trembled gently.

"Well, from where... let's start with your purpose today. I guess..." She suddenly laughed, revealing three gold teeth, "Who did you take the commission from, right?"

The long, green shorthand quill dances quickly, pouring down a stream of smooth words:

This late-night visitor was full of thoughts. When facing the author's question, he showed strong dissatisfaction, but not targeted me, but the shadow hidden behind the entire incident...

Felix chuckled softly, and he looked at the wall clock on the wall, which was just seven o'clock.

Instead of replying, he looked at the living room furnishings with interest. The floor-to-ceiling wine cabinet occupied one-third of the walls, which were filled with wine pots of all sizes and exquisitely shaped shapes and some scattered ornaments.

Rita Skit raised a heavily painted eyebrows.

"Do you have any scruples, Felix? It doesn't matter, our readers like people with rebellious personalities, they will protect you."

"Rebellious character?" Felix repeated.

"Yes, it's like people who are not afraid of power and resist authority... If you are threatened, don't worry. Tell me, we will give you fair treatment."

The sketch quill was still being recorded, but Felix was no longer interested in reading it. He stood up and came to the honor shelf opposite the wine cabinet.

The shelves are filled with personal honors belonging to Rita Skit, including articles and newspapers she has published over the years, certificates of bestsellers and sales numbers, and a variety of things like this...

For example, he saw the book "Amando Dippet: Master or Idiot?". He sighed: "If half of the content in this book is true, it is also a good toilet book..."

Rita Skit's eyebrows flicked, her thick fingers tightly clutched the wand, and two inches of bright red nails pierced into her skin.

She quickly stood up, came to Felix, and looked at him intently, "Felix, I know you, one of my colleagues advised me not to make any decisions...the ridiculous remarks, he had just graduated for a few years and had only entered the news system with his family background." She said with a hint.

"I want me to say that our readers have the right to know the truth, such as-"

"The truth?" Felix interrupted her.

"Yes, the truth!" she deliberately emphasized, "Let's talk about topics like you, your experiences, childhood, etc. I think this can help you have a clear position on yourself."

"I think there is no need for this, I know clearly what kind of person I am."

However, Rita Skit did not give up, and the parchment paper and sketch pen on the table flew in front of her, "Felix, you were born in a Muggle orphanage, but you entered Slytherin when you entered school. You must have been bullied a lot, right? Are you interested in talking about it? I think there will be many readers who are very interested in it."

"Rita, Rita, do you really understand me?"

"Of course!" Her eyes firmly nailed to him, as if looking at a precious treasure. "Felix, you are well-known in the wizarding world, and you have many labels: Slytherin, who was born in a Muggle orphanage, was threatened with death during his time at school. Under Dumbledore's protection, he defeated the Shafik family, one of the 28 pure blood, and a group of black wizards. After graduation, he became an expert in the Muggle field, and now he has returned to Hogwarts to teach..."

Rita Skitter said while letting the quill record quickly. Looking at Felix's undeniable attitude, she said temptingly: "Your experience is legendary. If you agree, I am willing to write a biography for you, which means countless Jin Jialong and great fame!"

"However, the label of Muggle Expert is too weak. Our readers like wizards with tough personalities. It is better to have relationships with celebrities... Let me think about what to do?"

Felix was amused, pointing at the book in front of him, "Like a biography of this kind?"

"Art requires a certain amount of imagination," she said sly.

Felix was a little impatient and decided to solve the problem in front of him as soon as possible, so he returned to his seat.

This behavior made Rita Skitter mistakenly think of his apology, so she sat on the sofa and couldn't wait and be arrogant and instructed: "Let's start with your relationship with Dumbledore."

"Ms. Skit, I need you to stop false reports. I noticed that you mentioned me in the Daily Prophet, and are ready to make up—"

"I'm not making up, at most it's a different perspective..."

Felix nodded, "Let me tell you what a different perspective is." His fingers lightly tapped the table.

"Da da," the fingertips collided with the table, making a crisp sound.

"What are you talking about-" Rita Skit suddenly choked, and she found that the world in her eyes changed suddenly.

The colors are rapidly disappearing, the exquisite purple long-neck pot, the crimson robe on the body, the golden trophy in the cabinet, the dark brown crocodile leather handbag, the light yellow parchment paper, the green sketch quill...
Chapter completed!