Chapter 167

Hermione pushed the book aside and complained: "You have a quality that Mr. Holmes cannot replace..."

"What?" he asked.

"Both Mr. Holmes are not that attractive, but you - you always make weird people surround you, except me, of course... you surround me." She said intimately Lean on his shoulder.

Nietzsche wanted to open his mouth to deny the last sentence, but in the next second, Hermione pushed a piece of chocolate into his mouth with her index finger.

What is this? Count the nectar his bee got from her?

Nietzsche sipped a liqueur-filled chocolate, and while the familiar taste of wine exploded on his tongue, he wrote a letter to Rita Skeeter in the tone of an admirer.

On Saturday, he and Hermione left Hogwarts. The snow on the grass was firmly trampled by the students. Hermione looked around cautiously, fearing that the Beauxbatons students would attack with magic.

And Nietzsche carefully saw Viktor Klum taking off his clothes, wearing a pair of shorts and jumping into the black lake that had just melted.

"It's only January now. It seems that he is very satisfied with the climate here." Hermione followed his gaze and sighed, "He is really strong."

"But he is a Quidditch player, not a swimmer in the Winter Games." Nietzsche moved to the other side of Hermione, and while speaking, he blocked her line of sight and said with his head held high.

"Is this jealousy?" She noticed the change in her boyfriend's position and asked with a smile.

"Jealous?" The corner of his mouth twitched, "I hope you can seriously think about why a Quidditch player does winter swimming... Is it possible that he is preparing for the next game."

But Hermione just held his arm tightly and smiled happily.

She imitated Irene Adler, blushing slightly and raising her other hand, gently touching Nietzsche's face, and said softly: "Thank you, the way you think about me, So cute~”

"Don't imitate that bad woman." Nietzsche saw through her 'conspiracy' at a glance.

To be honest, he was too into this.

Because he grew up with Sherlock Holmes, some special soft knives can always break his defense.

But Hermione didn't care about this. Since she was the third head of the Rune Snake, she naturally had to have some means to control Nietzsche, as long as it was easy to use.

"Are you scared?" Hermione said.

"No."

"Then why did you take your arm out?"

"cold."

"It's okay, you can put it in my pocket to warm it up."

"..."

Chapter 251 Operation ‘Beetle’

The Three Broomsticks Bar is the liveliest place in Hogsmeade Village. After all, everyone wants to see Mrs. Rosmerta’s broad mind. The two of them also bumped into Ludo Bagman and several goblins pushing out the door. .

But the most eye-catching one was Rita. She was wearing banana yellow clothes and rushing over with a drink.

"Mr. Bagman, what are you doing with these goblins?" Seeing that the other party ignored her, she turned to the chubby photographer behind her and said, "Bozo, take a picture of the quarrel between the Director of the Sports Department and the goblins just now." A scene?"

"Everything is ready, miss." the photographer said.

"Very good... we can continue to dig deeper into this matter." Rita drank down the drink in one breath and said excitedly, "I think there must be something here that can discredit Ludo Bagman. Let's start. I've thought about it all..."

"Miss, are those two people here to see you?"

The heavy snow in Hogsmeade seemed to never stop. Rita followed the direction of the photographer's camera and used the light in the display case to find Hermione and Nietzsche standing on the eaves of a house covered with icicles. Down.

She threw the cup in her hand and ran over happily carrying her crocodile leather bag.

"Do we really want to make a deal with this kind of person?" she said disdainfully after hearing the other party's conversation. "We just ruined the reputation of a principal, and now we are targeting Mr. Bagman."

"Miss Granger~Mr. Holmes~~" A smile suddenly appeared on Rita's face.

Nietzsche frowned when he saw the photographer following her, and this subtle expression was immediately captured by Rita, a special correspondent.

She put a sweet smile on her face and said apologetically: "You won't mind, right? He is one of my assistants..."

"Can't you let him go for a while?"

"cannot."

The photographer also straightened his back and pushed his bulging belly forward. His determined look matched this firm refusal.

However, Nietzsche didn't like outside factors. If he agreed with one person, it could only be one person, so he took out a small bag from his pocket, weighed it a few times, and let the gold galleons make a beautiful jingle.

"How much is your monthly salary?" He walked over to Rita, whose smile gradually became stiff, and walked to the photographer.

"Well... thirty gold galleons, sir." The other party added with a stern face, "Miss Skeeter is a very generous person, and I will never betray..."

"Fifty Galleons." Nietzsche suddenly interrupted his oath, "Here are fifty Galleons... It's so cold now, how about getting off work early? Use the extra money to buy yourself some warm butterbeer."

He stuffed the heavy bag into Pozzo's hand. When the latter saw it, the face that looked like he was about to die a heroic sacrifice immediately broke out into a smile.

Then he returned the camera to Rita, and happily entered the Three Broomsticks, becoming one of the many wizards sitting in front of the bar admiring Madam Rosmerta.

"You don't mind giving your assistant a day off, right?" Nietzsche turned around and said calmly.

"Of course... ahem! Let's go to the Hog's Head for a while." Rita finally lowered her head, her teeth grinding.

The Hog's Head is the second bar in Hogsmeade Village, but no one comes to visit on weekdays. It is hidden in a deep alley next to the post office. When they walked in, there were only three words to describe it: dirty, messy, and bad.

The floor inside the bar was covered with dirt, the lights were dim, and you could see spider webs on the beams when you looked up. It seemed to be a bit old. Nietzsche even suspected that she came to such a place on purpose.

The scattered drinkers either wrapped their faces with canvas, leaving only their eyes and mouths exposed, or sat in corners where the light could not reach...

An old man with a gray beard stood in front of the bar. When he heard the doorbell ring, he looked up.

"Look who's here, huh? The most unwelcome reporter..." He stopped wiping his glass and took out his wand to knock on the table. "Don't I need to repeat the rules?"

Nietzsche recognized the old man's voice - it was Aberforth, the ruthless wizard who single-handedly confronted Fudge last year.

"Understand, understand, three cups of butter beer, more foam." Rita replied absent-mindedly. She first sprinkled a layer of paper towels on the chair before sitting down. "So, what do you two busy people want to see me for?"

"I wanted to make a very good deal with you, but now... I'm a little hesitant." Hermione crossed her legs and said proudly.

"Is it because of what happened before?" Rita looked at her smooth brown curly hair. "In fact, I like what Mr. Holmes said in the Ministry of Magic to defend the Muggles - people have the right to know the truth."

"He is different from you! You don't care about anything, you only care whether the story will attract other people's attention..."

"Simple little girl, I know a lot of things about big people, just a little bit, it can make you creepy... Do you really think Ludo Bagman is a good person? An... pfft... innocent person?"

Rita laughed, as if she was mocking Hermione's short-sightedness.

But at this time, Nietzsche knocked on the table hard, and the sound made the other party shut up.

To be honest, his cold and vicious eyes made Rita very uncomfortable, but who would have a grudge against gold galleons, not to mention that the two in front of them were still supported by many wizards.

"I don't know if you are interested in the commission." Nietzsche said.

This is an olive branch that Rita can't refuse, and she has no reason to refuse.

"Of course! That's great. I knew I hadn't promised Gilderoy in vain... You are like him, a person who is grateful for the favor." Her low voice revealed surprise.

"You can observe Hermione and do exclusive interviews, but-" Nietzsche's "but" followed, which extinguished her fiery heart like cold water, "You can't play your own tricks."

"You don't understand! In fact, I quite like the title of your supporters for the pure-blood faction and the Dumbledore faction... What is it called? The Last Man!"

Rita loves to play these tricks. The more controversial and contradictory the story is, the more sales it can bring. However, Nietzsche banned her unique skills. In this way, what is the difference between her and those ordinary reporters?

Sometimes, Ravenclaw is nicknamed "a gathering place for weirdos" for a reason...

"This is not a good deal, both of you~" Rita Skeeter said nonchalantly.

"Then what about another piece of news?"

"That depends on how valuable your news is, so that I can give up my unique skills."

"A piece of news about Barty Crouch. In fact, he is not seriously ill, but is controlled by someone with the Imperius Curse." Nietzsche tempted, "Interesting... This Triwizard Tournament seems to be related to dark wizards."

Rita was stunned by the news. Her index finger kept tapping the table, as if she was making a choice in her heart.

This news is so shocking that even someone like her who can get first-hand information from the Ministry of Magic doesn't know about this-the former director of the Enforcement Department and the current director of the International Cooperation Department was actually controlled by someone.

In other words, there is a huge conspiracy shrouding the Triwizard Tournament.

But the question is-does she really want to get involved?

"Dear, it seems that she is not qualified yet. At best, she can only write some small stories." Hermione pretended to be regretful and sighed.

"Maybe I misjudged her. She can't handle such a big story." Nietzsche echoed.

Every word they said was like the devil's whisper echoing in Rita Skeeter's ears.

Of course, she was born in Ravenclaw, and she used her own tricks and despicable methods to do her job as a reporter. She was extremely arrogant and could not tolerate any gossip about herself.

Such people are usually easy to be serious and easy to lose themselves in their own areas of expertise, just as the Sorting Hat said.

It was not until the owner of the Hog's Head Bar shouted to them rudely: "The wine is ready!" Rita woke up from the balance and walked back in a daze with three cups of butter beer.

"Cheers!" She put the cup down heavily and licked the beer foam on the back of her hand.

"Are you sure? What if there are any dark wizards..."

"I'm not afraid of any dark wizards! I'm worried about Minister Fudge!" She hesitated and continued, "The Daily Prophet is the official newspaper designated by the current Ministry of Magic. I can still tell the difference between a full meal and a full meal."

Fudge, that's fine. Nietzsche thought it was a big deal.

"If you have any questions, just let Minister Fudge find me." Nietzsche chuckled, "He won't object."

Hermione tilted her head and held the butter beer tightly.

She also liked to see Nietzsche like this - as a friend of the Prime Minister of the British wizarding world, he could easily solve most problems.

Chapter 252 Myrtle's Tip

The next day, when Nietzsche passed the news to Fudge's ears, the other party almost laughed and fainted.

What? Barty Crouch was controlled by someone?

That's great... No, he meant that this kind of thing should be investigated secretly, and it would be best to find out why Crouch was connected with the dark wizard.

Then he told Rita that the daily newspaper would always keep a part of the exclusive report for her. This good news made Rita very happy, but she was also very afraid of Nietzsche.

And when Rufus Scrimgeour received the order directly from the office of the Minister of Magic, his mood was complicated, because after filtering out those tedious greetings, there was only one meaning:

Assist Nietzsche John Holmes.

"Do you know about this?" He frowned and looked very difficult to deal with.

"What's the matter?" Nietzsche was a little confused by his clamoring.

"Do you know that Barty Cratchit once competed with Fudge for the position of Minister of Magic? Only in this way, the Minister would let me strictly require me to assist you and complete the investigation..." He stared with round eyes.

Of course, Scrimgeour had reason to be angry, and Nietzsche could understand it. After all, asking such an outstanding Auror Director to assist a student who had not yet graduated was undoubtedly a kind of suppression.

Originally, the two of them were at most equal, but now it's good, one high and one low.

To be honest, Nietzsche had no idea about this. He was more curious than anyone else - how did Fudge become the Minister of Magic?

"Crouch was not elected?"

"If that incident hadn't happened, Fudge wouldn't have been able to get the chance. When the Death Eaters were liquidated after the war of mystery, something unexpected was discovered: his son was a Death Eater."

The son of the former director of the Executive Department was a loyal subordinate of Voldemort.

Anyone who heard this would be scared. In this case, even if Barty Crouch had the prestige of Headmaster Dumbledore, he would not be able to become the Minister of Magic.

No wonder Fudge was so happy and acted so cautiously.

He was happy because Nietzsche was helping him dig up the black material of his enemies, and he was so cautious because he became the Minister of Magic because it was a helpless move of the wizards at the time - there was no one to choose.

Nietzsche's intuition was very sensitive, and he smelled something wrong like a hound.

If Bertha Jorkins's change was related to Crouch, then it was possible that she discovered something out of her curiosity...something that made Mr. Crouch worth doing.

At this time, Scrimgeour saw Hermione coming down from the Gryffindor Tower, slapped his head hard, and walked away quickly, as if he was deliberately avoiding the two of them appearing at the same time.

"Good morning~" Hermione shook her beautiful curly hair and yawned.

But Lavender and the others squeezed past her from behind, covering their mouths and laughing, so Hermione's cheeks flushed visibly, as sweet as warm wine.

When they passed by Nietzsche, they seemed to be talking to themselves, but the volume of their voices was just loud enough for him to hear.

"The person you care about most..." "Isn't it him~"

"What are they gossiping about again." Nietzsche hugged Crookshanks and glanced at the girl suspiciously, "Did you say something again..."