HP: The Moon Over the Magic Academy

Chapter 83 Lala and Rita Skeeter: Madmen!

A beetle was flying around in a luxurious office.

It stopped here and there, and finally took on a human form.

Rita Skeeter sat in the chair, stroking the armrest, and said, "Hahaha, I knew it! I'm the smartest woman. Following the young master means there's always something to eat."

Rita Skeeter was terrified when she was taken away by that house-elf named Lala.

Those who can keep house-elves are almost always from wealthy or powerful families.

Help! She'll stop spouting nonsense in the newspapers.

They've started to show her their true colors offline.

Lala couldn't bear to look at the woman crying so hysterically.

How can a wizard cry even more horribly than a house-elf?

So Lala, who had inherited her beloved young master's talent, manually muted Rita Skeeter's microphone.

Rita Skeeter, her sobs muffled by magic: This lowly house-elf dares to gag me?! That's terrible! Even a mere house-elf dares to lay a hand on her. How much resentment must the person behind this be?

Rita Skeeter stared at Lara with ingratiating eyes.

Merlin! Can't you at least give her a complete corpse? If that's not possible, at least leave her face intact; she doesn't want to die so ugly.

Lala: ...This woman has stopped crying, but could you please stop looking at her with those dead fish eyes?

"Will you work for me?"

Rita Skeeter: ...? "Huh?"

She glanced subtly at Lala's lower body.

"No, little fairy, we're not the same species, we can't do it! Besides, we're both females..."

That damned beast, playing such a perverted game, does it even have that kind of thing?

Lala:

The little master is right, this world is just a giant makeshift operation, and there's a crazy woman right in front of us.

Lala looked disgusted.

Rita Skeeter is now sitting in her office chair, still furious when she thinks back to how disgusted Lara looked at her.

It was clearly that beast who didn't explain things clearly and bring out the contract earlier. How could she have misunderstood?

It's insane!

Looking around her office, she saw a real leather chair with a touch of magic, dazzling crystals, and colorful gems on the walls.

Anyone who walks in here will exclaim that it's both luxurious and tasteless.

Looking at the pictures cut from old newspapers on the table.

Rita Skeeter's eyes widened in adoration: "Young Master is so handsome."

"I will support you and will not allow anyone to betray you, hurt you, or disobey you! Merlin, may I live a life of balanced diet, so that my darling will pay more attention to me."

Perhaps it was Rita Skeeter's dazed expression, resting her chin on her hand, that made the golden eagle unable to bear it any longer.

He swooped down from the shelf to give Rita Skeeter a bite.

Human, you've been spacing out for quite a while now. It's time to feed the eagle. This is the first time it's ever gone hungry in its life.

As I swooped down, I caught a glimpse of a familiar face in the picture out of the corner of my eye.

The golden eagle braked suddenly and huddled together with Rita Skeeter.

Golden. Eyes glazed. Eagle. (Malfoy not, Rozier yes): Who says this woman has no taste? She has so much taste.

Rita Skeeter, who had already assumed a defensive stance, rolled her eyes and poked the golden eagle's feathers with her finger.

"Let's get down to business. What about the other birds?"

The golden eagle rolled its eyes: How did the eagle know? That white-haired creature better die on the way after delivering the letter.

But before he could finish rolling his eyes, a white shadow rushed in from outside the window.

"Bang!"

Rita Skeeter: Should he go help the golden eagle now? Look how badly the white bird knocked it over; it's lost all its feathers.

While fighting the golden eagle, Hedwig couldn't help but glance sideways at Rita Skeeter's hair.

You dare to help me out?

Rita Skeeter:

She was at her wit's end.

Take two steps back and open the envelope.

Oh dear, this letter hasn't been opened yet, and the words "I miss you" on it haven't faded away.

It is of the highest quality, like a celestial treasure.

Rita Skeeter looked longingly at the two words, even though they weren't written for her.

The spell erased the two words, and then the true face of the faith was revealed.

After quickly skimming through the rest of the letter, Rita Skeeter burned it to ashes.

The two birds had finished their duel.

"Okay, okay, now Editor-in-Chief Rita has something to do. Oh, right, she also needs to find a place for that blond conman to stay."

The human form then transformed into a beetle.

The two birds stared at it with shining eyes.