bioinnovel Chapter 343 A Letter from Afar
Chapter 343 A Letter from Afar
Chapter 343 A Letter from Afar
After the second event, everyone was eager to know what had happened between the referees.
Why does a magical light appear on the lake shore? Why does a cloud of water vapor suddenly appear? Why can't we see anything after the water vapor appears?
The students' little heads were full of questions, which prompted them to go out and try to find out inside information.
Their first target was the Warriors in the Three Kingdoms Tournament, but the Warriors were tight-lipped and they couldn't get any information out of them.
Next, they set their sights on the hostages who had been taken to the bottom of the lake by the mermaids. However, the hostages were as tight-lipped as the warriors, and they still couldn't get anything out of them.
The young girl Gabrielle is Beauxbatons; she usually stays in the carriage. Cho Chang is very polite; she responds to everyone with a smile but says nothing. Hermione, on the other hand, sits in the library, and anyone who dares to speak will face Mrs. Pince's feather duster.
As a result, Ron naturally became the center of attention, and for the first time in his life he was so popular.
Young Mr. Weasley thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being needed and noticed, and was as happy as a flower every day.
Unlike the other hostages, Ron was indiscriminate in his approach; as long as they weren't Slytherin students, he could chat with anyone about what happened by the lake.
Although Ron could be considered one of the three idiots of Horror Village alongside Harry and Cedric, he wasn't completely stupid; he knew what he could say.
There are things you can't say.
According to Ron, the magical light that shone by the lake was because mermaids had landed on the shore of the Black Lake, armed with weapons, and the judges were to fight fifty fully armed mermaids.
The group of friends were stunned. Mermaids—Armed Landing—Hogwarts is neither Calais nor Normandy!
The next day, Ron's story took a completely different turn, becoming an even more outrageous version.
This time, in addition to the mermaids living at the bottom of the lake, the horse tribes in the forest have also joined the war, and a great battle between the beast alliance and humans is about to break out.
The friends were stunned again. Mermaids—centaur—humans, is Hogwarts some kind of strategic location that is fought over by military strategists?
Several days passed, and the friends were repeatedly shocked speechless by Ron's outrageous remarks.
People also discovered that this kid releases a brand new version every day. After several versions, the diversity of species at Hogwarts has been fully demonstrated, with even giant squid joining the battle.
Normally, after Ron made up such nonsense, everyone should have ignored him. However, the entire school still idolized Ron, and everyone wanted to see what new tricks this kid could come up with next.
Ron did not disappoint everyone's expectations, coming up with all sorts of tricks and weaving incredibly elaborate stories.
The students' eagerness to follow the story only eased slightly when Harry was about to replace King Arthur and Ron Weasley became the new Merlin.
As March arrived, the weather on campus cleared up, although the biting wind still felt like a knife.
But the temperature is steadily rising.
Belvina was finally able to take off her heavy winter clothes and put on lighter spring clothes. The simple change of clothes made her feel much more relaxed, and even Rita Skeeter's letters were not so annoying anymore.
Since their last meeting at Hogsmeade, Rita Skeeter seems to have suddenly taken to writing letters, and she keeps bothering Belvina with a letter every two days.
If Rita Skeeter's letter had any substance, Belvina wouldn't have described it as "harassment."
"There's definitely a secret room or something in Crouch's house. Barty Crouch is definitely up to something."
This is the first letter Rita Skeeter sent, which is fairly normal.
"There's definitely something wrong with Crouch. I'll find out sooner or later—"
This is Rita Skeeter's second letter, and the plagiarism rate is extremely high.
"Damn house-elves, I'll give them 'clothes' sooner or later."
This was Rita Skeeter's first letter—and Belvina had lost count of how many letters she had received; she only knew that she was about to be overwhelmed by them.
The harassing letters from Rita Skeeter were almost identical, either emphasizing that Barty Crouch had problems or that she was bound to succeed, intermittently hurling insults at house-elves.
At first, Belvina could tolerate it. After all, Rita Skeeter harbored resentment, and her work was dangerous. Writing a few letters full of complaints as a small form of revenge was completely understandable.
However, even if Belvina could understand how difficult it was for unscrupulous reporters, she couldn't withstand the relentless bombardment!
Now, whenever Belvina sees an owl, the image of Rita Skeeter immediately comes to mind: her strange, curly blonde hair and two-inch-long red fingernails.
The same is true today; Rita Skeeter's harassment, though late, has finally arrived.
As Belvina sat in her office polishing her hazel wand, a brown owl flapped its wings and flew to the window.
Belvina looked helplessly out the window at the brown owl, blown about by the cold wind, watching it being blown away again and again, only to fly back to the window each time.
Finally, Belvina put down her wand and reached out to open the window.
A brown owl and the biting cold wind rushed into the office, and the owl, with at least half of its feathers standing on end, stood foolishly on the table.
Belvina reached out and untied the letter brought by the owl.
Unsurprisingly, it was another harassing letter from Rita Skeeter.
Belvina unfolded the letter, glanced at it casually, and knew it was just more of those complaining words, another act of revenge by an unscrupulous reporter.
Boom!
The overturned armchair hit the floor with a dull thud.
Belvina abruptly stood up, brought the letter close to her eyes, and carefully read the words to make sure she hadn't misread a single letter: "The detestable Miss Blake:"
When you see this letter, you'll definitely think I'm harassing you again and taking revenge on you.
In fact, you're absolutely right. My intention in writing this letter was simply to add a little trouble to your life.
Why should I be out there in the wind and sun, risking being swatted to death by those damn house-elves, investigating some old man who's about to retire, while you can leisurely stay in the castle?
What are you doing while I'm rummaging through the trash every day?
What were you doing while I was outsmarting those damn house-elves every day?
Are you talking to a bunch of clueless kids about Muggle, or are you going to have a drink with your best friend at Three Broomsticks?
Or are you busy with your utterly boring and tedious three-way battle for supremacy?
Merlin's beard! If a lazybones like you can have power and status, why can't a hardworking person like me?
This letter should have ended here, because I gradually lost control of my urge to express myself and couldn't help but use some words that didn't sound very polite.
However, I still insisted on writing a few more lines because I encountered an unexpected person while writing this letter.
I swear to Merlin, you would never guess who I saw, that wretched Miss Black. You can't imagine how shocked I was.
I saw Bertha Jorkins! Bertha Jorkins from the Ministry of Magic! Bertha Jorkins, who had been missing for many days!
Waiting for your owl, you wretched Miss Black, you unfaithful Rita Skeeter.
For a fleeting moment, Belvina seriously doubted whether she was under a confusion spell; how could she not understand English anymore?!
Bertha Jorkins, born in 1958, graduated from Hogwarts, is known as the witch Bertha Jorkins.
Bertha Jorkins, who had been missing for a long time without any news, has reappeared. She was most likely near Crouch's house and happened to be spotted by Rita Skeeter. Is that right? Does that make sense?!
Belvina felt as if the blood vessels in her brain were bursting one after another, like a dazzling firework in the sky.
"Ugh! I'll get you—"
Belvina, who fell backward, didn't land on her chair because the chair was knocked over when she got up.
Therefore, Belvina fell to the ground with a wolf-like thud, making intimate contact with the floor and carpet.
Belvina, who had fallen, did not rush to get up. She lay on the carpet, staring blankly at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
With the sudden reappearance of the missing person, the questions that had been lingering in my mind were finally answered.