Chapter 250: The Damn Interview

Allen stared blankly at the quill dancing with frantic speed, his heart a turmoil of complex emotions; he had still underestimated Rita Skeeter.

Rita Skeeter keenly noticed Allen's gaze, quickly flipped that sheet of parchment over, and said, "Do not mind this; I have written this passage many times. My readers love to read it, but I will not publish this passage."

"Let us continue. Why are you not speaking?"

Allen felt a wave of speechlessness in his heart. You have so much drama; what should I say?

"Are you holding back out of fear? Is someone forbidding you from saying these things? Finis? It does not matter. Our readers like people with rebellious personalities; they will protect you." Rita Skeeter raised a heavily drawn eyebrow.

"Rebellious personality?" Allen repeated.

"Yes, like those who fear no power, who resist authority... If you have been threatened, do not worry. Speak out, and we will give you fair treatment."

The quick-writing quill was still recording non-stop: The interviewee refused a very good opportunity. He was clearly threatened, and the person applying the threat seems about to be revealed...

Allen frowned and said, "I have not been threatened by anything. Do not write nonsense. I just do not like being publicized."

"Really? If I may say so, our readers have the right to know the truth... Speak boldly, for instance..." She spoke very directly.

"Truth?" Allen interrupted her.

"Exactly. No one can refuse the opportunity for fame. As a wizard of Muggle orphan origin with so much debt, you would even less refuse this opportunity. You worked hard to publish so many papers and endured so much suffering to become the youngest Animagus, was that not to gain fame? Yet today you strangely refused all of this. What hidden story lies within?" Rita Skeeter implied something.

Allen felt himself getting angry; he did not want to speak anymore.

"Let us talk about you, your experiences, your childhood, and such topics. I think this can help you have a clear positioning of yourself." Rita Skeeter quickly changed the topic.

"I think there is no need for that. I clearly know what kind of person I am." Allen said with some impatience.

However, Rita Skeeter did not give up. "Finis, you came from a Muggle orphanage; you must have been bullied quite a bit at Hogwarts, right? Interested in talking about it? Achieving so much despite being bullied to the extreme at Hogwarts, I think quite a few readers would be interested in this."

"I am fine. No one bullied me!" Allen said stiffly.

Immediately after, Allen saw the quill on the table write a passage on the parchment:

The interviewee claims to have the bloodline of the Phantasm, one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight Pureblood families. The author has reason to believe the interviewee is the illegitimate son of some member of the Phantasm family. This is a logical statement; after all, a wizard with pureblood family lineage achieving such feats is far more convincing than a Muggle-born wizard achieving such feats.

"Do not mind this. The label 'Muggle-born' appears too weak. Our readers like wizards with tough personalities, preferably linked to famous people. The Phantasm family is a good choice."

"Alright, let us change the topic again: your relationship with Harry Potter." Before Allen could open his mouth, Rita Skeeter quickly changed the topic again.

"I heard you are roommates? Your relationship is very good?" Rita Skeeter scrutinized Allen.

"Yes, we are good friends." Allen said in a bad mood.

Immediately after, Allen saw the quill on the table write a passage on the parchment:

When mentioning the famous Harry Potter, our interviewee suddenly became shy. His cheeks turned bright red. He covered his chest with his hand, and happiness shone in his eyes. The interviewee very straightforwardly admitted his relationship with Harry Potter. Both he and Harry Potter are of orphan origin. The author has reason to believe that precisely because of similar experiences, two lonely hearts quickly came together.

They fell in love...

Allen could finally hold back no longer. He did not expect the reporter he met today to be so bizarre; she was simply incomprehensible.

He grabbed the parchment on the table and swept the quick-writing quill to the floor.

"What are you doing? Our readers love to read this. Do not ruin your own future." Rita Skeeter said angrily.

"Nothing? If that kind of future is ruined, then let it be ruined!" Saying this, Allen placed the parchment on the tip of his tail. The flame on the tail tip instantly ignited the stack of parchment.

Rita Skeeter waved her wand to try to stop all this, while Allen, without any courtesy, whipped her wrist with his tail. Her wand fell to the ground immediately.

Watching the parchment in his hand turn to ash, Allen sighed, "If half the content recorded on this parchment were true, it would not be bad toilet reading material..."

Rita Skeeter's eyebrows knitted together. Her thick fingers tightly gripped the spot just struck by Allen's tail. Her fingernails, fully two inches long and bright red, pierced into her skin.

"You have lost the friendship of someone who truly wanted to help you. You will surely regret it." Rita Skeeter said with some malice.

"I do not need such help." Allen said decisively.

Having said that, he left the hall, leaving Rita Skeeter alone there fuming...

Allen did not do well in his afternoon classes. He kept thinking about what happened this afternoon. He knew he had created a grudge with Rita Skeeter, but Allen felt no regret at all. There was nothing good to talk about between him and Rita Skeeter.

However, he also knew the matter was far from over. Although he had burned all that parchment, he knew it would be too easy for Rita Skeeter to retrieve that content. Perhaps she would even add fuel to the fire and publish it.

In the future, Allen might continuously read articles published by Rita Skeeter slandering him.

So he must secretly help Rita Skeeter correct her wrong ideas.

And Allen had already learned that Rita Skeeter would stay in Hogsmeade Village today, so he prepared to sneak out at night to help Rita Skeeter establish a correct understanding.

He was not afraid of exposing his true identity. He had too many means to hide his identity, guaranteeing that after teaching Rita Skeeter a lesson, Rita Skeeter would not know who he was.

After everyone in the dormitory fell into deep sleep, Allen transformed into a butterfly once more and slipped out of the dormitory. Then, in the air, he turned into an eagle. After slightly identifying the direction, he flew rapidly towards Hogsmeade Village...

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