Chapter 486: Anti-client (Edited)

"Who are you?" Hagrid also saw Rita Skeeter, but he didn't know the witch.

"My name is Rita Skeeter, reporter for the Daily Prophet." replied Rita, looking at Hagrid with a smile on her face, her gold teeth glinting in her mouth.

"I believe Dumbledore said you were no longer allowed in the school." said Hagrid with a slight frown.

But Skeeter didn't even care about Dumbledore, let alone Hagrid, a teacher she considered insignificant, but as a journalist, used to creating great stories, Rita Skeeter was well aware of the interesting information she could glean from Hagrid.

"What are these fascinating animals called?" The smile on her face widened because Hagrid, the big guy, was so easy to understand that Skeeter instantly found a way to approach him.

Sure enough, Hagrid immediately flashed a happy smile and replied in a gruff voice, "Blast-Ended Skrewt."

"Really?" Skeeter made an interested face and continued to approach Hagrid, "I've never heard of them before... Where did you get them?"

Harry was worried because he knew that Hagrid's definition of "dangerous" was not the same as a normal person's, so he was very concerned that Rita Skeeter, a journalist with a knack for talking garbage, would portray Hagrid as a dark wizard with a bad reputation.

As she contemplated how to interrupt Skeeter's questioning of Hagrid, she willingly terminated the conversation, but set a time for another conversation with Hagrid.

"Fish, hello again."

Rita Skeeter walked under Hagrid's hut and greeted Fish on the roof with a smile on her face.

"Hi nya!"

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Because of Skeeter's two reports, Fish still had an impression of her, so after responding, Fish jumped off the roof and landed slightly in front of her.

Hermione hurried into the form of a small black cat and jumped off the roof behind him, returning to her human form next to Fish and cautiously eyeing Rita Skeeter.

Skeeter raised an eyebrow, slightly surprised by Hermione's deft Animagus transformation, but immediately returned her gaze to Fish.

"Do you have time for an interview with me now, Fish?" Rita Skeeter flashed her three gold teeth again and smiled triumphantly, "I know, you won't have class until later."

The doorbell rang just as she said this, and she immediately pulled a plate of hot pasta out of her alligator bag.

"In addition to the pasta, I brought several other delicacies, do I think we can talk while we eat?"

Skeeter had gone out of her way to get this interview with Fish.

"No problem nya!"

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Before Hermione could say anything, Fish had agreed, not only because he had an impression of Skeeter, but also because Fish had something else he wanted to ask her.

"Well, let's find a quiet place to sit and talk." Skeeter smiled in satisfaction and then said to Hermione, "You can come too, Miss Granger, I think the readers of the Daily Prophet would like to know how your romance with Fish came about."

Hermione's face was slightly tense, it had always seemed to her that Skeeter had something to say and seemed to be threatening her.... but Hermione really didn't feel comfortable with Fish being interviewed alone by Skeeter, and she wasn't afraid of Skeeter's intimidation, so she stood her ground and followed Fish.

The three of them made their way to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, where Skeeter used some transfiguration spells to create tables, chairs, and benches, and set out the food she had prepared.

"Let's eat and talk." said Skeeter, pulling out the parchment she never abandoned and the green shorthand quill.

Bringing the quill to her mouth and sucking on it for a moment, as usual, Skeeter placed it upright on the parchment.

"What kind of quill is this?"

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Fish asked curiously as he chewed his fish fry and looked at the feather that was still hanging from the parchment after Skeeter released it.

He had seen it before, during the wand test, but had forgotten to ask because he was in a hurry to get to dinner.

"Oh, it's my shorthand quill, it writes automatically, according to my thoughts." Rita Skeeter winked and said proudly, "It's a shorthand pen that I've gone to a lot of trouble to optimize, the ones on the market don't compare to it."

As she said this, the green quill was already writing on the parchment at full speed.

"The quill owned by the lovely blonde Rita Skeeter, the indomitable one who has helped her owner expose many a striking fake name, the quill is full of Mrs. Skeeter's fanciful thoughts and ideas, making it one of the most special of shorthand pens."

"It's amazing nya!"

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Fish stared at the feather with sparkling eyes, skipped lunch and put his face in front of Skeeter.

"Can I have one of these feathers for Fish? With it, Fish won't have to do his own homework."

"I'm sorry, my dear Fish, but this feather is too important to me to give it to you. But..."

Skeeter changed the subject, "I can make you another shorthand pen, it will be a little stiff compared to mine, but it will suffice for your homework."

"Great!" Fish, who had been a bit disappointed, immediately brightened up, "It looks like Fish really misunderstood you, you're a good person!"

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In his excitement, Fish even went over to Skeeter and gave her a hug.

Then he sat back down and ate his fish fry.

"Ahem... thanks for the compliment."

Skeeter, who had suddenly been hugged by the cat, was stunned for a few moments before she recovered, and the stunned expression on her face was quickly replaced by what looked like a warm fake smile.

"So, let's talk about you and Miss Granger now..."

"By the way nys! Fish has something else to ask you."

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Skeeter was about to turn the conversation around, when Fish interrupted her again.

After forcefully swallowing the food in his swollen mouth, he asked again curiously, "How come you just showed up in the orchard? Fish didn't hear you coming at all."

"Uh... this..." Skeeter's expression was a bit odd as she vaguely excused herself, "Maybe you were concentrating on those.... well... explosive beetles, so you ignored me?"

"That thing is called an Blast-Ended Skrewt nya." Fish corrected Skeeter's mistake and then replied with absolute certainty, "No way, Fish has good hearing! And a good nose too, your scent came out of nowhere nya, of that Fish is sure. So... how did you do it? can you tell Fish?"

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Fish rested his hands on the table, leaned forward sharply and put his head in front of Rita Skeeter's face, his big green eyes full of curiosity.