Chapter 690 Fireplace (please double monthly ticket!)

Rita Skitter walked into the conference room half nervous and excitedly. She looked around and several important newspaper figures and well-known pens were there - fat supervisor, who was optimistic about her serious old woman, competitor Melissa, and two or three outstanding people on their own subjects. She knew that one of them had a good obituary.

They looked solemn, and they looked like something big had happened.

"Rita, you're here." said the serious woman kindly, with several letters in front of her, one of which had been opened. "How was the rest? No sequelae left, right? After all, it was those strange magic?"

"It's much better," Skit said vaguely. "I've had a sleep and it feels nothing bad. Oh, by the way," she took out two manuscripts from the crocodile bag. "This is what I wrote."

The woman took it in surprise.

"This is my review of yesterday's events. Because I am not sure of the newspaper's attitude, I chose two angles to describe it." Skit said calmly.

"I'm very satisfied." The serious woman nodded. She flipped her head casually, and without looking closely, she put the manuscript down. She put her hands on the table and leaned forward. "But now the situation has changed, we have received this." One of her ring-wearing hands knocked on the envelope on the table, "And it happens to be related to you."

"It has something to do with me?" Skit repeated in confusion.

The serious woman picked up the unwritten letter and poured out folded letter paper and a small card from it. She pushed the small card in front of Rita Skit.

"Read and read."

Rita Skit used the long nails of his little finger to scrape the card up and held it in his hand to carefully identify the handwriting. She saw at a glance that her handwriting was messy and not formal enough. Thinking of what Hepp said last night, she guessed that it might have been copied by a student? She cleared her throat:

"The wizarding world is exposed. Adults are busy discussing countermeasures, and mother is worried and she doesn't want a conflict. My friends and I decided to write to you - I hope you can realize that except for magic, our emotions are the same.

Also: A friend of mine who was born in Muggle recognized the female reporter who appeared in the news. She should be the first person to interview a wizard, right? So we sent it to you. After that, there is so much written on it."

Rita Skit looked up and found that the reporters present were staring at her jealously. She instantly realized that the title of "the first reporter to interview a wizard" played a role. The serious woman said nothing and pushed the opened letter over again.

Skit opened the letter and read it aloud in public. "I have a friend..." After reading it halfway, she locked in the identity of the sender. The famous Harry Potter is well-known in the magic world. With the reappearance of the black demon Voldemort, his two friends also became famous. They were once named a typical example when facing the black demon and were awarded the Merlin Medal.

Through various clues, she judged that the letter was from Ron Weasley, the youngest son of the Weasley family.

"It's over?" said the fat supervisor unsatisfiedly, "It's quite interesting, but some of the prefaces are inconsistent." Several other reporters also nodded.

"It's over." Skit said dryly, she couldn't see anything interesting at all. If she got the news early, she would definitely have produced a series of controversial articles. Of course, whether it was a compliment or a criticism was still between.

"I do have this concern," said the serious woman. She was afraid that she would not analyze it thoroughly and comprehensively because she did not make full use of these materials, but instead was overtaken by other media because she was speaking for the wizard or criticizing.

"I don't think so." Skit said with confidence that her confidence did not come from analysis, but from last night's conversation, the process of back-reflection became extremely easy after knowing the conclusion.

"Think about it, after these articles are published, no matter whether it is the impulse of a few students or not, as long as one of the contents in the letter is true - that is, the wizard has its own law enforcement agency, they will definitely discover this matter. There are only two results at that time:"

The more Rita Skitter said, the more confident she became, she raised two thick fingers:

"The first result is that law enforcement officers come to the door and order those students not to write to us again, but this practice—"

"It doesn't make much sense," the serious woman responded, "because the wizard has exposed her existence, doing so is just pretending to be deaf and dumb."

"Yes," Skit said loudly, "the second result is that the law enforcement officers in the magic world acquiesced to the behavior of these students, at most secretly guiding them to avoid leaking secrets or something; or, as we just worried, all of this was designed by a wizard... In either case, it means a constant stream of exclusive reports!"

The breathing sounds in the conference room became heavier.

Rita Skit glanced at the others calmly, and she had just thought of an excellent title for herself: the Uncrowned King.

...

At the same time, several of the most powerful people in the British government are participating in the cabinet meeting, and each participant is carefully selected, even including leaders of the opposition party.

"Can we send troops..." the Minister of Defense said tentatively in the middle of the meeting.

"I don't agree!" The Prime Minister patted the table.

"Sir Prime Minister, don't forget that you are our Prime Minister." The opposition leader warned the Prime Minister. He said maliciously: "I suspect you have been bewitched by those wizards... In fact, this possibility is very high. Legend has it that wizards can summon demons and boil magic potions for confusing people's hearts. Only the burning cross can subdue them..."

"Are you a fool?" said the Prime Minister angrily: "Are you planning to launch a modern witch hunting campaign? But your opponent is not the unarmed women centuries ago, but the guys who really control magic. The strongest of them can destroy a city with just one person, and - damn, yes, that person is using the flame you are proud of!"

"This is impossible! How can they be so strong?" the Home Secretary shouted in disbelief.

In fact, what he wanted to say is, why is the wizard so strong and willing to hide it?

"There are only a few, and it's rare," said the Prime Minister with a weird expression: "According to what I saw on the information, only four have appeared in the past two hundred years, and three are in the UK. I don't know whether to be proud or uh-"

"All of them are still alive?" the Chancellor of the Exchequer asked cautiously.
Chapter completed!