People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Chapter 241 What dragon? Tyrannosaurus Rex

Soon, before Rita's news could spread, her own reputation collapsed.

The first thing that was revealed was that she had distorted facts many times, created panic, and spread false rumors.

Rita didn't care when she saw this, because she had no idea how many times she had suffered this, and it was nothing.

But a day later, when everyone was still not over the big gossip, it was revealed that Rita was actually an unregistered Animagus, and used this ability to snoop around and invade other people's privacy.

This time Rita couldn't sit still anymore. She began to prove herself in the Daily Prophet and said that she was not an Animagus.

Before she could produce her fabricated evidence, the whistleblower pointed out that her Animagus form was a ladybug.

Rita was completely panicked. She began to report on herself in great detail, trying to prove that all this was wrong.

However, the methods she had used on innocent people in the past fell on herself this time, and the other party used her unique writing style to destroy her glamorous appearance.

Officials from the Ministry of Magic soon began investigating Rita and issued a notice confirming her identity.

Because this involves the privacy of many powerful people, Rita got what she wanted and had to continue her career as a journalist in Azkaban.

After the dust settled, everyone started to be interested in the newspaper that exposed Rita. They found out that it was a newly established tabloid called "Malu Yazi Society".

(The Northeast version of Lubianshe)

After Harry finished reading Rita's execution, he put down the parchment in his hand and looked at Afro, who was sitting between the twins with a cunning smile on her face.

"So this duck club belongs to the little darling?" Fred stuffed a grape into Avro's mouth and rubbed it on Ron's clothes.

"What duck? That's called a curb!" Afro slapped him and continued to say to Harry, "We call this mastering the advantage of public opinion. We don't have to worry about public opinion storms anymore."

After Ron understood Hermione's explanation, he looked at Aphrodite with stars in his eyes, "Oh my God, how are you so smart!"

"This is called giving someone a taste of their own medicine." The praised Afro raised his chin proudly, looking as smug as he could be.

George couldn't help but lower his head and rubbed her face with the tip of his nose, and a low laugh came out of his throat.

Ever since the article about Rita appeared, the topic discussed in school has changed from the relationship between Afro and the other two to how everyone is a victim.

One day before the start of the first project, Harry suddenly and mysteriously called Aphrodite and Cedric to a deserted chapel.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Afro and Hermione had agreed to go to the library together, so when she was suddenly pulled away by Harry, she looked confused.

Harry carefully checked the environment, then leaned over and whispered, "I know what the game is about—"

Before he could finish his words, Cedric looked at him suddenly, "Why are you..."

"What content?"

As soon as Harry said this, Avro knew that the plot had progressed to the point where Hagrid took Harry to see the dragon.

In fact, every warrior knew the first event of the competition.

"It's a dragon! Believe me." Harry spoke hurriedly, fearing that Afro would not believe him.

"I believe you." Afro quickly stated that she trusted her boyfriend very much.

Cedric was a little hesitant, but he was willing to trust Aphrodite, so the three of them began to prepare information about the fire dragon.

On the day of the competition, Afro nervously asked 23 what kind of fire dragon she would be assigned to. 23 stammered and told her that this was not something the system could intervene in.

"I just said bad things about the world consciousness. It won't mess with me, will it?" For the first time, Afro felt that his broken mouth really said anything!

She walked into the tent nervously, and the four warriors were already standing inside. Within two minutes, Dumbledore walked in with a large group of people.

The warriors took out a model from their pockets one by one. That was the guardian they were about to face.

By the time Afro, the last one in line, came forward, there was only one model left in his pocket.

She reached into the bag and fumbled around, and her fingertips touched a pointed part.

Afro grabbed the palm-sized model and took it out.

The white hand slowly opened, and a shape that I had seen countless times in museums in my previous life came into view.

"***! Tyrannosaurus Rex!"