Chapter 581
The Uncrowned King
Chapter 581 The Uncrowned King
Wade took the parchment, and before he could take a closer look, he saw Rita Skeeter come closer with great interest and asked eagerly:
"By the way, do you know who Harry Potter is close to? Preferably a girl... Of course, an enemy is also fine!"
Wade slowly raised his head and looked at her strangely: "What do you want to do?"
"I'll give up on interviewing you for now, but we can't just put the pictures of the warriors in the newspaper, right? What's the point of this kind of news!"
Rita Skeeter tapped her arm with her bright red nail polish and said with burning eyes: "The topic of 'Savior Star' can bring huge attention!"
Wade looked displeased and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Rita, you know Harry is my friend, right?"
"Really? Well, just treat him as one."
Rita Skeeter looked around and said in a conciliatory tone:
"For your sake, I will write him in a cute way... How about a young savior who cries late at night because he misses his parents, but risks his life to participate in the competition for the honor of the British wizarding world?"
She waved her arms, her golden curly hair trembling with her movements, and said in a bewitching tone: "Just think about it, when my article is published, he will become the sweetheart of all mothers in the wizarding world, and people will love him to death!"
"Not everyone likes to be in the spotlight, Rita."
Wade said sternly, "It is completely immoral to rely on your quill and your identity as a reporter to dig up the old scars of a minor who has made great sacrifices for the world."
"Morality? Morality is a shackle. I don't have that."
Rita rolled her eyes and said stubbornly, "Listen, Vader, I'm very grateful that you saved me, so I can give in to you. I can help you with any information you want, but you can't interfere with my work!"
The female reporter's facial muscles tightened, and she said unhappily: "I'm a reporter, I need explosive news!"
"And the public has a right to know! Do you know how much people look forward to seeing Harry Potter's name in the newspaper? The public has the right to know how their hero grows up, and they care about the 'boy who lived'!"
"I'm helping him, don't you understand? Vader! A little exposure won't do him any harm! I'll make him the most beloved figure in the wizarding world, and that'll help his game too..."
Wade reached out to interrupt her chatter.
"Our names are all on the Warriors roster, and that's enough! People don't need to rely on your fabricated stories to guess whether a child is crying at night, whether he is dating a beautiful woman, or one-sided comments from his opponents."
His voice was still calm, but the temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees:
"I know Harry. He is not that interested in fame, and he doesn't want others to explore his privacy. Your actions will make him feel at a loss."
"Besides, is overexposure a good thing? His every move will be scrutinized and criticized. Some people will resent him for no reason, some will harass him, and some will self-righteously try to manipulate him under the banner of concern - yes, just like you are going to do now."
"So don't argue about how much good your reporting does, Rita. You know your article will only mess up other people's lives!"
There was silence in the room. Rita Skeeter pursed her lips and her face was slightly pale. She looked at Wade with a somewhat hurt expression.
"This is me... This is how I live... Weed Grey." Rita gritted her teeth and said in a shrill voice: "Even Dumbledore would not... would not..."
Vader's tone softened a bit.
"Not everyone is as graceful as Professor Dumbledore. If you continue to trample on the dignity of others, you will be bitten back sooner or later."
After a pause, he added: "The reason I tell you this is because I still consider you a friend and I don't want to see you ruin yourself because of this stupid behavior." "Think about it, Rita."
Wade patted the parchment beside him and said, "Aren't these materials you gave me the best proof?"
"This world is much more dangerous than it seems. If you are so careless in your writing, you will regret it when trouble comes."
The word "trouble" was emphasized by Vader.
Rita looked at Vader, and Vader looked at him calmly. After they looked at each other for a moment, it was Rita Skeeter who looked away first.
"Huh, you're talking so nicely, aren't you just trying to get me to let Harry Potter go?"
She took a deep breath and said, "Okay, the interview is cancelled. But I'm writing about other people. You should have no objection, right?"
“Is it so difficult to respect the facts and not slander others?”
Wade said helplessly: "Your profession is called the uncrowned king because you can easily influence the public's opinion on a certain thing or a certain person, but distorting the facts will destroy this honor and power. Isn't it losing the big picture for the small?"
"Thanks for your concern, but I have my own way of doing things."
Rita Skeeter quickly picked up her handbag, sneered, turned around and walked out of the classroom, saying as she walked:
"I now believe that you and Harry Potter are indeed friends!"
"But even if I give up, won't other reporters target him? When others take control of the discourse, you'll know that I'm already the friendliest reporter!"
She walked to the door with her high heels clacking on the ground. Before leaving, she turned around and pointed at Wade, saying loudly, "Don't forget that you still owe me an exclusive interview!"
"boom!"
The classroom door was slammed shut, as if venting the strong dissatisfaction in the heart, but only Rita Skeeter herself knew how jealous she was at this moment.
She envied the light in Vader, which burned as brightly as a torch when protecting his friends;
She was also jealous of Harry, who was protected without him realizing it. Friendship was an almost non-existent luxury for Rita.
Rita took a deep breath and swallowed the sourness in her throat. She turned around and all the emotions in her heart were instantly blown away.
Dumbledore and Flitwick were actually both at the door, looking at her calmly.
"Oh, Dumbledore." Rita Skeeter forced a smile. "It's nice to see you again... Can I talk to you for a few minutes?"
"Ah... Since you always described me as a rigid old lunatic, I think it's probably not possible." Dumbledore said with a smile: "Dinner is ready, why not go and have some?"
"Okay... sure, I'm on my way over there."
Rita Skeeter walked away hurriedly, carrying her small handbag, as if she was running away.
(End of this chapter)