Chapter 403

The woman said to herself.

She took a few hairs from Rita Skeeter's head and put them into a small bottle containing a yellow liquid with disgust.

"Hope it's not too hard to drink!"

She tilted her head back and drank the bottle of liquid.

Her height shrank slightly, as she was taller than Rita Skeeter.

Of course, her body also became a bit rounder.

After a while, she was finally exactly the same as Rita Skeeter.

"What a pity, if only I could completely replace this woman... establishing the influence of the Saints in England would definitely give Dumbledore a big surprise!"

The woman laughed in a low voice.

Then she saw Rita Skeeter.

She hid Rita Skeeter in the cabinet, planning to let her out after she was finished.

"Of course, I am Rita Skeeter now!"

She laughed.

She tapped the quill that had stopped writing due to Rita Skeeter's fainting with her wand, and the quill began to write again.

"... Dumbledore is a shameless traitor; beneath his cunning eyes hides unspeakable filth..."

"... The admirable Lord Grindelwald descended like a god that day; perhaps we should..."

"Oh, god, this quill is poisonous!"

The woman, oh no, Rita Skeeter said in disbelief.

About five o'clock in the morning.

Darren was woken up by Pachi.

He originally thought it was too early, but after putting on the noble formal wear Pachi brought, he found it was already eight o'clock.

This formal wear was particularly difficult to put on; he struggled for a long time.

Not only were the clothes hard to wear, but even some small accessories had to be placed in the right position.

According to Pachi, nobles were very particular about these things, and if they weren't worn correctly, they would be mocked.

Darren really wanted to say that he wasn't a noble to begin with, and he really didn't want to wear these.

But when Pachi brought them over, she said it was requested by the portraits in the old Potter family mansion.

They believed this trial was in the spotlight, and as the second heir to the Potter family, Darren definitely couldn't dress too plainly.

And the Potter family also had a long history.

Although they didn't enter the Sacred Twenty-Eight pure-blood families because they believed Muggles and wizards were the same, they were still nobles.

Whenever James went out for large-scale events, he would always dress up carefully.

Anyway, Pachi explained a whole lot.

Making Darren swallow all the words of refusal he originally had.

After all, who told him to be a little Saint Father?

After putting it on, Darren stood in front of the mirror and looked at himself, and then he was satisfied.

He was good-looking enough before, but now with the formal wear on, he was a proper noble young master.

A low-key dark black formal suit, paired with his Saint Father temperament, was definitely a girl-killing outfit.