In the last few days of March, days were peaceful, and Alastor Moody's procurement ended on a storm-torn morning.

At that time, a dozen owls were dragging a huge package and landed in the auditorium with messy feathers. Professor Moody asked several students to send these poor little guys to Mrs. Pomfrey for treatment.

"Long-distance raid!" Moody said: "There are not many people who have trusted me these days, and it is not too easy to be cautious about safety."

"That despicable villain ruined my collection," he said in a rough voice. "It took me decades to collect it. The spectator was surprisingly effective and could monitor conspiracies within a radius of one kilometer. The only problem was that it was too sensitive, so I moved to a remote place, otherwise it would keep screaming..."

Professor Machiban and Old Vera also left the school on the same day. Professor Machiban brought the report provided by Felix. According to her, it was not easy to get the Ministry of Magic to admit a new profession. "They will involve a lot of irrelevant issues, such as the salary of the new department." She complained loudly, "Always tangled in irrelevant places, but I will try my best to make it happen!"

"Are you here on Easter holiday?" She looked at Felix, and the reply was April 17, "A day after Easter? I will remember, to schedule the meeting during that time."

"What do I need to prepare?" Felix asked.

"Shut them up with undisputed facts!" Professor Machiban shook his hands vigorously.

Before leaving, Old Vera invited him to visit the Ancient Magical Society during the summer vacation. Felix agreed, but he did not join the association. He needed to see "more positive" changes, or unless he planned to compete for the title of President of the Ancient Magical Society.

April is here.

The plants in the school turned green quietly and the climate became suitable. In addition to the changes in weather, professors from different subjects began to review. After a large amount of homework was assigned, the students complained and even formed a strange trend of comparison.

"I learned twelve last night," said a fifth-grade student in the lounge, "complete that damn magic history paper!"

"But he will be liberated in three months, right?" Ron said sadly, comparing the two answers, he was also worried about the papers in the history of magic. "First it was a goblin, then a vampire, and now it has become a horseman... What is wrong with Professor Bince? Is the ghost cake in Classroom Seven unpleasant?"

"These are all knowledge that must be mastered," said Hermione, while looking through today's newspaper.

"I know, but I don't care at all what the horse leader said when he refused to accept the title of "human", and the meaning of the horseman's contact office. My dad said that this department had never been used before, and that no horseman actually walked there!" Ron muttered endlessly, his resentment was visible to the naked eye, and his voice became louder and louder. "This has become an open joke. If you don't like anyone, pray that he will be sent to the horseman's contact office, because it won't take long before he will be fired - Harry, what is the word?"

Harry, who was writing his divination homework, leaned over and stared at his homework, and after watching it for a while, he said in an uncertain tone: "Howl?"

"It's a banshee," Hermione said calmly, holding a big book, "The horseman has a grudge against the banshee and vampires. They have had conflicts in history, which is one of the reasons why they refuse to share the name "human".

Ron didn't listen at all. He imitated Harry's handwriting, drew a pattern randomly, and finally measured the length, ending with a small poem, "It's done." He said happily.

Hermione glanced at it and said mockingly, "Whose poem is this?"

"I wrote it myself." Ron decisively closed the paper.

"You really have it, break a long sentence into seven or eight paragraphs." Hermione said, and Ron put the paper into his schoolbag with a smile. "It's actually eight paragraphs... Is there any news? You've been reading it for a long time."

“There are more and more discussions about ancient magical texts,” Hermione said. “It’s like a hurricane, magical text cards are selling well… Many people are waiting for the professor to publish new books, and they obviously know who is the source of change.”

"We also benefited from this, right?" Ron said with a smile. He was in a good mood recently. Last week, employees of the "Future World" company came to give them a bonus of 80 Jin Jialongs. According to Neville, he smiled even when he was dreaming.

Hermione ignored him and looked at the newspaper on her own, "I always feel that there is one missing person. It's too strange that she doesn't say anything about this big thing..."

"Who did you say?"

"Rita Skitt," said Hermione.

"Isn't this just right? The annoying ghost disappeared. Maybe someone knocked him to the slap." Ron guessed.

"She is writing a biography of Regulus," Harry said, "and maybe she is avoiding the limelight."

"Oh..." Hermione said, pulling the long voice, "It will be clear."

"What's wrong?"

"You don't know what she wrote in her new book. To be honest, I wouldn't be surprised if she was caught by a mysterious person one day, but are you sure she still has the courage to do this?" she asked at Harry.

"I don't know why." Harry shrugged, "but Sirius said she was serious and showed him the manuscript every once in a while. Except for that, there was no one at all..."

"How is Sirius's job? Is he still adapting?" Hermione couldn't help asking, "I can't believe he can stay in a school for so long."

“He’s quite adapted to it,” Harry said, “he said he’s figuring out a way to deal with students.”

"He won't chant a confusion curse on students, right?" Ron asked, Harry didn't answer, and he couldn't rule out this possibility.

April 7.

The "Future World" company simultaneously launched magic projectors and videos. During the 40% discount on the new product, only 120 Jinjialongs were needed. The price was not low, but it still attracted a lot of attention.

Especially combined with the news of the hottest championship nowadays, its name ignited the market as soon as it appeared, and 150 sets were sold in the first week, which did not include foreign orders. Although sales will definitely decrease and stabilize in the future, this is a good start.

What followed was a discussion of the warriors. The wizards seemed to have entered Easter early, and a large number of owls poured into the campus every day. The Warriors' support posters appeared in Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade.

In this atmosphere, Rita Skitter came out of a rental house opened by Muggles.

She sorted out her manuscripts and showed a satisfied expression. Under tremendous pressure, she showed an unprecedented level. If this book was published, it would definitely ignite the market.

and……

"My colleagues are not low-level." She thought, and there was a reporter's certificate on the table with her photo and title - the Times Intern Reporter.
Chapter completed!