"How will you be here?"

Albert had just left Hagrid, and on the way back to the castle, he encountered an acquaintance who shouldn't have been at Hogwarts.

"Someone invited me here."

Rita Skeeter's gaze shifted down, and her gaze fell on the swaying suitcase in Albert's hand, and asked curiously, "What's in your suitcase?"

"How much Gallon did old Malfoy give you?" Albert asked suddenly.

"He's very generous." Rita Skeeter said with a smile.

"That guy is indeed very rich." Albert sneered. "In order to kill Hagrid's eagle-headed winged beast, that guy doesn't know how many Gallons have been spent."

"Do you think that eagle-headed horse-winged beast is innocent?" Rita Skeeter seemed interested, and wanted to interview Albert's views on this matter.

"It's actually very simple." Albert said quietly. "Someone deliberately grabbed the dog's tail and was bitten by the dog. Instead, he blamed the dog and killed the dog with his backhand."

"You know very well." Rita Skeeter has naturally understood this matter, and the actual situation is really similar to this.

However, the truth has nothing to do with her.

She is a reporter.

Responsible only for the sales of the newspaper.

The so-called truth is not so important in the face of hot sales.

"Who do you think will win this time?" Rita Skeeter asked.

"Hagrid hadn't been able to win from the beginning. As for the reason: because he had no money and power, he couldn't bribe officials of the Ministry of Magic, and naturally he couldn't win.

"Do you think the Ministry of Magic is corrupt?" Rita Skeeter continued to ask.

"At least, there has never been justice." Albert stopped and said to Rita Skeeter, "I can tell you something, and in a while, you will understand what I mean. "

"What will happen?" Rita Skeeter asked curiously. "Is it true that outsiders say you are a prophet?"

"If you want to know, just wait slowly."

"Well, can you tell me what's in the suitcase? The suitcase seems to be moving." Rita Skeeter refocused her attention on the slightly trembling suitcase.

"There's a Bogut inside," Albert said without hesitation: "Just got it from Hagrid. Why, are you interested in writing a report about Bogut?"

With that said, Albert was about to open the box and let Bogut out of the box to show him.

"No, I'm not interested, I'm actually more interested in you."

"It's a pity, I'm not interested in you."

"People are very interested in you. Oh, don't go, I can tell you a secret secretly."

"Not interested." Albert turned his head and left.

Rita Skeeter had to walk quickly to keep up. She felt like she was facing a smelly and hard stone, and her whole body was dusted.

"I heard that Wiesengamo is going to award you the title of Wiesengamo British Youth Representative." Rita Skeeter stared at Albert's face, wanting to see how he would react when he knew this.

"You know, I don't like my news in the newspaper." Albert warned, "I don't want our conversation to appear in the newspaper."

"Of course I know, I won't let it appear in the newspaper, I promise."

"Your guarantee is worthless." Albert said calmly. "Of course, I'm not afraid of you doing that, because you can't afford the consequences."

I don't know why, when Rita Skeeter heard this, she felt cold all over and her smile froze.

"We are a cooperative relationship, and I always abide by the agreement between us."

"Well, I have indeed heard other friends talk about this." Albert said, "However, I did not receive a specific notification, so I think the Wisengama British youth representative should be just a rumor. ."

"As far as I know, there is indeed this incident. It is said that the Ministry of Magic is still going through the process." Rita Skeeter hesitated for a while, lowered his voice, "They gave a lot of money."

"Oh." Albert said that he knew it.

"Your reaction is really abnormal."

"Otherwise, what do you want me to react? It's just a British youth representative from Wiesengamo, it's the same whether or not."

After speaking, Albert carried his suitcase and walked to the hall.

"Are they all the same?"

Rita Skeeter suddenly felt very boring.

Yes, Albert has two world-class championship titles on his head. Who knows if he will have more titles?

If he continues to participate, it is really possible.

The halo on his head is about to blind others' eyes, and the title of a Wisengama British youth representative is really dispensable.

According to the latest news obtained by Rita Skeeter, Albert seems to have invented a very important spell and is expected to receive the Merlin Medal.

They can't hold it down, they really have to give that guy a place, unless they really want to turn themselves into a joke.

"Oh, what a treasure boy, it's a pity that I can't dig it, it's too wasteful." Rita Skeeter murmured as he watched Albert leave.

Rita Skeeter really didn't dare to dig, for fear that she would die where she was. The cold feeling just now was not an illusion. That guy was definitely not as gentle as it seemed.

"Are you familiar with him?"

Shortly after Albert left, a voice rang beside Rita Skeeter.

"I interviewed him once, a very difficult person to deal with." Rita Skeeter replied.

"I thought that was your area of expertise." Lucius Malfoy walked towards the foyer of the castle.

"It's not worth writing about his news."

Rita Skeeter noticed that there was a blond boy next to Lucius Malfoy, "This is the client, can I interview him?"

"It's not right now. You can wait until the appeal is over before doing the interview." Lucius motioned to Draco to shut up.

"Where is the appeal, Dumbledore's office?" Rita Skeeter asked casually.

"Yes, it's in the principal's office. I came to pick up Draco to hear the appeal. Well, I think the representative of the Dangerous Creatures Committee should be coming soon." Lucius took out his pocket watch from his pocket and looked at the time. "Dumbledore is a good witness. Look, they have arrived."

Two wizards were walking towards this side, one of them was very old, the other was tall, with a shiny axe in his hand.

"I thought you wouldn't come." The middle-aged wizard greeted Lucius.

"I didn't really want to come over, but..."

Lucius didn't want this incident to be accidental, so he came in person and brought Rita Skeeter.

Before that, he also spent a fortune to ensure that Rita Skeeter's report only showed what he wanted to see.

When several people entered the castle, they noticed that several unkind eyes were staring at them.

They turned their heads and saw that Harry and his two good friends were looking at the people here with a disgusting look.

"That's Harry Potter, the famous savior."

With a faint sneer hanging around the corner of Lucius's mouth, he introduced to the people around him, "However, I heard that he was being chased by Black."

Draco did not forget the day before yesterday was beaten, smiled maliciously at the three Harry, turned his head and said to Rita Skeeter: "Potter has always wanted to excuse the eagle-headed horse-winged beast. , They even want to let the beast go, if it's not the big one..."

"Shut up, Draco." Lucius glared at his son fiercely.

After the group of people disappeared, Ron spit on the ground disdainfully, and said in disgust, "This is the so-called appeal of the Ministry of Magic. They even have an axe ready. It's disgusting."

"Don't forget, Albert won't let us intervene in this matter." Hermione glared at Ron fiercely.

"I regret."

Harry looked at the backs of those people leaving, and said with a sullen face, "Last time, I shouldn't have stopped you from turning Malfoy into a beast."

"If Buckbeak loses his head because of this, put Malfoy's head in the toilet." Ron suggested. "That kind of beast is only good for eating shit."

"We should trust Albert. He will definitely prepare everything. Hagrid won't lose the appeal easily." Hermione actually wanted to go to Albert, but she was worried that she would mess things up.

In fact, Albert really taught Hagrid's appeal skills and special cards, but those were obviously not to help Hagrid through the current difficulties, but to disgust the Malfoys.

At the moment, in the principal's office.

Hagrid was sorting out the hand card that Albert gave him yesterday, took a water bottle from his pocket, and poured a large mouthful of tranquilizer into his mouth.

"I'm glad you are ready to appeal." Dumbledore looked at Hagrid who was drinking water and asked, "The tranquilizer that Mr. Anderson prepared for you?"

"He said that I should drink some tranquilizer to express my thoughts clearly during the appeal, so as not to be influenced by emotions." Hagrid took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said in a low voice, "He will prepare for me. With these cards, we will definitely win the lawsuit today."

"Mr. Anderson is still as reliable as ever." Dumbledore looked at the calm Hagrid and couldn't help sighing in his heart. He also knew that Hagrid was unlikely to win.

"Actually, Anderson once told me that I had little chance of winning, so I was psychologically prepared, so I was allowed to drink more tranquilizers. He always said that panic couldn't solve the problem." Hagrid's cheeks were a little stiff, and he didn't seem to be in any mood His face was so calm, his hands were still trembling slightly, and the blood of the giant obviously had a certain resistance to potions.

"Didn't Mr. Anderson think of a better way for you?" the headmaster's office wall portrait asked, "I heard that he is the smartest student ever at Hogwarts. But, hell, how could he be? Be divided into Gryffindor."

"That's Mr. Anderson's own wishes." The sorting hat on the shelf said that he would not take the blame.

"Yes. Albert asked me to send Buckbeak away when the school started. I regret not listening to his advice." Hagrid really regretted not listening to Albert's advice. .

"Very foresight." Another portrait said, "I heard that Mr. Anderson is still a prophet."

"I heard an old friend say that the Ministry of Magic intends to award him the title of Wiesengamao British Youth Representative." The portraits in the office didn't pretend to be asleep, they all got up to chat, but the topic seemed a bit biased.

"No." Hagrid said suddenly, "The Ministry of Magic seems to have deliberately stuck the title, saying that it is going through the process. It is estimated that Albert will be an adult when the Ministry of Magic finishes the process."

"It's just a broken title. Even if the Ministry of Magic doesn't give it to you, with Albert's level of performance, I doubt he can get all the awards before graduation."

"It's really hard to imagine such a genius as a Muggle wizard."

"Don't be silly Evra, that kid is not a Muggle." Phineas interrupted rudely. "The guy you are talking about has the blood of the Smith family."

"Albert is a pureblood wizard?" Hagrid couldn't help but his eyes widened. He felt that something was wrong, because Albert had said that his parents were both Muggles.

"I think Mr. Anderson should know." Dumbledore intertwined his fingers and said calmly: "However, he probably doesn't want anyone to mention it."

Dumbledore's words aroused the curiosity of the portraits, and they were all curious about what the Smiths did that would let a genius out.

"Because of something unpleasant, Mr. Anderson's grandfather was kicked out of Smith's house, so their relationship is quite bad." Dumbledore did not intend to elaborate on this matter.

"I know." Phineas said suddenly.

"Hurry up and say Phineas, don't hide your appetite." The portraits began to denounce Phineas.

An old man even waved his cane at Phineas and threatened, "Say quickly, or I'll beat you up."

"Dumb gun."

The principal's office suddenly fell into a dead silence. In most wizard families, dumb guns were a sensitive topic, a taboo that no one wanted to mention.

However, the most ironic thing is that the offspring of the dumb gun is actually a genius.

The silence in the principal's office was broken by a sudden knock on the door.

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Hagrid opened the door and saw Lucius coming in with the others, almost unable to suppress the anger in his heart, "What are you doing here?"

"Dear friend, please trust me. If I can, I don't want to come to hear your appeal." There was a sneer at the corner of Lucius's mouth.

"Okay, time is almost up, let's start now!" Dumbledore waved his wand and pulled out a few armchairs out of thin air.

"Draco, be my side." Lucius took his son away from Hagrid, for fear that he would go crazy later and hurt his son.

"Well, then we will now proceed to the appeal of the eagle-headed horse-winged beast wounding incident." After consulting Dumbledore's consent, the elderly wizard took out a parchment from his pocket and finished reading the parchment. After posting the content, he squinted his eyes and said, "Hagrid, you don't agree with the first death sentence, and hope to change the sentence and compensate the victims for medical expenses, right?"

"Correct."

"So, you agree that the eagle-headed horse-winged beast is guilty, right?"