NOVEL FROG The Transformers at Hogwarts
Chapter 255 Punishment
Chapter 255 Punishment
The night completely obscured Alan's figure, and Alan quickly found the only hotel in Hogsmeade Village. He transformed into a butterfly again, and landed on it quietly when there was no one in front of the counter in the store. , and then turned over the notebook on the counter, and soon found Rita Skeeter's name on it, and figured out which room she lived in.
He immediately started looking for Rita Skeeter's room.
He was really disgusted today.
He quickly found Rita Skeeter's room, and flew in through the open window, but to his surprise, although the room was lit, it was empty.
Allen was patient though, and he flew into the house and waited patiently for Rita Skeeter's return.
The Three Broomsticks Bar.
Although dementors often appear at the entrance of the village, which affects the interest of many people, there are still many people drinking freely at the Three Broomsticks Bar.
In a box, two wizards were talking quietly, they didn't notice a beetle lying in the dark corner of the box.
The beetle listened carefully to the conversation between the two wizards, and soon became a little impatient: what they were talking about in such a mysterious way turned out to be just some smuggling of magic materials. Only the last three editions.
The beetle listened patiently for a while, then completely lost interest.
I'd better go back and think about how to write today's interview about that nasty Aaron Phoenix, who will make the headlines at the appointed meeting, but that kid is so damn, I want him to be ridiculed by everyone.The beetle made up his mind, it quietly slipped out of the box and flew to the hotel.
The beetle flew into the room, and after a transformation, it took the form of Rita Skeeter.
"What a hell today!" She muttered and kicked off the shoes on her feet, and then walked to the desk in the room, preparing to write something first. She likes the high-back armchair in this room the most, and it is very comfortable to sit on it and write. Comfortable.
Although today's harvest won't make it into a good page, she can write an anonymous letter to extort a sum of Galleon. She is familiar with this kind of thing.
But she soon realized that something was wrong. Why was the high-backed armchair facing her?
"Whizzing!"
"What-"
Rita Skeeter only felt that there were some twisted shadows rushing towards her around her. She wanted to avoid it, but it was too late. It was some vines, twisted and wrapped around Rita Skeeter's body. She held the wand Her hand was bent to the side, and Rita Skeeter struggled vigorously, but the vines were so powerful that they forcibly broke her fist apart, and the wand fell to the ground, and it couldn't move after a few turns.
Only then did Rita Skeeter think of shouting, but the next moment her mouth was tightly entwined by vines.
She knew that she had encountered a hard problem this time. Not only did she expose that she was an Animagus, but she also lost the ability to resist immediately.
Rita Skeeter's chest was heaving violently, panting heavily, she suddenly heard the sound of pages of parchment coming from behind the high-backed chair behind the desk.
She was so angry that she wanted to say something, but all she could do was make a "woo-woo" sound.
The high-back chair turned around, revealing a figure of a strange person. This person was wearing a black wizard robe of ordinary style. The strangest thing was that his head turned out to be that of a yellow leopard.
The leopard-headed man was flipping through a thick notebook and said without raising his head, "Wait a minute—I saw something interesting." The voice was a bit strange, probably because the leopard's tongue affected his vocalizations.
When she saw the notebook, Rita Skeeter's eyes widened and she struggled more violently. She wanted to hit the ground to make a sound, but the next moment she found that she was suspended in mid-air. She was unwilling Make a "woo hoo" sound in mid-air.
But the next moment, a flash of lightning appeared on the vines, and her whole body lit up. In the flash of lightning, if you look closely, you can still see her skeleton.
The lightning lasted only a few seconds, and Rita Skeeter's whole body became scorched black, and she collapsed powerlessly, exhaling a stream of black smoke from her mouth.
The room suddenly fell silent, and the only sound in the room was Rita Skeeter's panting. After 10 minutes, the unexpected guest put down the notebook.
Rita Skeeter's body was stiff, and she watched with difficulty that the leopard-headed man was tapping the table with his fingers. His fingers were fair, and his nails were a healthy light pink, neatly trimmed.
The next moment, an electric arc jumped from that finger, and Rita Skeeter watched the electric arc hit herself, and then her whole body twitched again.
The strange vine she lowered gently to the floor and let go of her mouth.
It took Rita Skeeter a while to recover, "You—" the woman said awkwardly, the wand that fell on the ground was in her hand, but she couldn't lift a finger.
"Do you like my meeting ceremony?" the leopard-headed man said briskly in a strange tone.
"You did this. Illegal Azkaban" She opened her mouth with great difficulty, saying each word.
"Illegal?" The leopard man seemed to have heard something funny.
"Who knew that the famous "Daily Prophet" reporter Rita Skeeter turned out to be an illegal Animagus?" the leopard-headed man said in a joking tone.
"And Rita Skeeter will also use the Animagus form to eavesdrop on various secret information, and use this information to blackmail. The most ironic thing is that Ms. Stucky has a good habit of keeping accounts. He even recorded every extortion." The leopard-headed man raised the notebook in his hand.
"These things can probably keep you in Azkaban for a lifetime." The leopard-headed man said softly.
Rita Skeeter didn't know when the vines on her body were gone, and she had regained her ability to move.
She quietly glanced at the wand beside her, then at the leopard-headed man reading the notebook, her eyes kept rolling.
But she quickly dismissed the stupid idea.
"Have you thought about it? Do you want to do it? This may be an opportunity. Grab me, and all your crises will disappear, and you can make up the rest of the story." The leopard-headed man raised his head, looking at the yellow eyes. she.
"You're joking, Sir—" Rita Skeeter said humbly.
The leopard-headed man closed the notebook in his hand, "Thinking about it, I'm actually very talkative, and I don't have the time to talk to you, but unfortunately, you just provoked one of my friends."
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The night completely obscured Alan's figure, and Alan quickly found the only hotel in Hogsmeade Village. He transformed into a butterfly again, and landed on it quietly when there was no one in front of the counter in the store. , and then turned over the notebook on the counter, and soon found Rita Skeeter's name on it, and figured out which room she lived in.
He immediately started looking for Rita Skeeter's room.
He was really disgusted today.
He quickly found Rita Skeeter's room, and flew in through the open window, but to his surprise, although the room was lit, it was empty.
Allen was patient though, and he flew into the house and waited patiently for Rita Skeeter's return.
The Three Broomsticks Bar.
Although dementors often appear at the entrance of the village, which affects the interest of many people, there are still many people drinking freely at the Three Broomsticks Bar.
In a box, two wizards were talking quietly, they didn't notice a beetle lying in the dark corner of the box.
The beetle listened carefully to the conversation between the two wizards, and soon became a little impatient: what they were talking about in such a mysterious way turned out to be just some smuggling of magic materials. Only the last three editions.
The beetle listened patiently for a while, then completely lost interest.
I'd better go back and think about how to write today's interview about that nasty Aaron Phoenix, who will make the headlines at the appointed meeting, but that kid is so damn, I want him to be ridiculed by everyone.The beetle made up his mind, it quietly slipped out of the box and flew to the hotel.
The beetle flew into the room, and after a transformation, it took the form of Rita Skeeter.
"What a hell today!" She muttered and kicked off the shoes on her feet, and then walked to the desk in the room, preparing to write something first. She likes the high-back armchair in this room the most, and it is very comfortable to sit on it and write. Comfortable.
Although today's harvest won't make it into a good page, she can write an anonymous letter to extort a sum of Galleon. She is familiar with this kind of thing.
But she soon realized that something was wrong. Why was the high-backed armchair facing her?
"Whizzing!"
"What-"
Rita Skeeter only felt that there were some twisted shadows rushing towards her around her. She wanted to avoid it, but it was too late. It was some vines, twisted and wrapped around Rita Skeeter's body. She held the wand Her hand was bent to the side, and Rita Skeeter struggled vigorously, but the vines were so powerful that they forcibly broke her fist apart, and the wand fell to the ground, and it couldn't move after a few turns.
Only then did Rita Skeeter think of shouting, but the next moment her mouth was tightly entwined by vines.
She knew that she had encountered a hard problem this time. Not only did she expose that she was an Animagus, but she also lost the ability to resist immediately.
Rita Skeeter's chest was heaving violently, panting heavily, she suddenly heard the sound of pages of parchment coming from behind the high-backed chair behind the desk.
She was so angry that she wanted to say something, but all she could do was make a "woo-woo" sound.
The high-back chair turned around, revealing a figure of a strange person. This person was wearing a black wizard robe of ordinary style. The strangest thing was that his head turned out to be that of a yellow leopard.
The leopard-headed man was flipping through a thick notebook and said without raising his head, "Wait a minute—I saw something interesting." The voice was a bit strange, probably because the leopard's tongue affected his vocalizations.
When she saw the notebook, Rita Skeeter's eyes widened and she struggled more violently. She wanted to hit the ground to make a sound, but the next moment she found that she was suspended in mid-air. She was unwilling Make a "woo hoo" sound in mid-air.
But the next moment, a flash of lightning appeared on the vines, and her whole body lit up. In the flash of lightning, if you look closely, you can still see her skeleton.
The lightning lasted only a few seconds, and Rita Skeeter's whole body became scorched black, and she collapsed powerlessly, exhaling a stream of black smoke from her mouth.
The room suddenly fell silent, and the only sound in the room was Rita Skeeter's panting. After 10 minutes, the unexpected guest put down the notebook.
Rita Skeeter's body was stiff, and she watched with difficulty that the leopard-headed man was tapping the table with his fingers. His fingers were fair, and his nails were a healthy light pink, neatly trimmed.
The next moment, an electric arc jumped from that finger, and Rita Skeeter watched the electric arc hit herself, and then her whole body twitched again.
The strange vine she lowered gently to the floor and let go of her mouth.
It took Rita Skeeter a while to recover, "You—" the woman said awkwardly, the wand that fell on the ground was in her hand, but she couldn't lift a finger.
"Do you like my meeting ceremony?" the leopard-headed man said briskly in a strange tone.
"You did this. Illegal Azkaban" She opened her mouth with great difficulty, saying each word.
"Illegal?" The leopard man seemed to have heard something funny.
"Who knew that the famous "Daily Prophet" reporter Rita Skeeter turned out to be an illegal Animagus?" the leopard-headed man said in a joking tone.
"And Rita Skeeter will also use the Animagus form to eavesdrop on various secret information, and use this information to blackmail. The most ironic thing is that Ms. Stucky has a good habit of keeping accounts. He even recorded every extortion." The leopard-headed man raised the notebook in his hand.
"These things can probably keep you in Azkaban for a lifetime." The leopard-headed man said softly.
Rita Skeeter didn't know when the vines on her body were gone, and she had regained her ability to move.
She quietly glanced at the wand beside her, then at the leopard-headed man reading the notebook, her eyes kept rolling.
But she quickly dismissed the stupid idea.
"Have you thought about it? Do you want to do it? This may be an opportunity. Grab me, and all your crises will disappear, and you can make up the rest of the story." The leopard-headed man raised his head, looking at the yellow eyes. she.
"You're joking, Sir—" Rita Skeeter said humbly.
The leopard-headed man closed the notebook in his hand, "Thinking about it, I'm actually very talkative, and I don't have the time to talk to you, but unfortunately, you just provoked one of my friends."
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(End of this chapter)
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