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Chapter 307: Rita Skeeter's Notes
Chapter 307: Rita Skeeter's Notes
Rita Skeeter's Skite's Quill was extraordinary.
It automatically transformed simple scenes and conversations into a flowery verbiage, filled with exaggerated expressions and unrealistic metaphors.
So, when Vold saw what Rita had, it wasn't a few pages of information but a thick notebook, meticulously filled with the quill's elegant and fluid handwriting.
Vold randomly flipped to a page and read:
"Poor Dar, unaware that as he wholeheartedly believed in the success of his mission, his trusted companions were eagerly waiting to stab him in the back."
"His silhouette appeared lonely and desolate, with the sea breeze carrying the taste of salt, and the tears he was not allowed to shed... In his desperate situation, Dar did not succumb; he continued to guard the last line of defense..."
"This admirable man has not given up... But even if he leaves this treacherous ship, the scars in his heart will forever remain, casting a shadow he can never escape... Who can he trust now? He will trust no one..."
Vold raised his eyes to look at Rita, who was admiring her writing, took a deep breath, and skipped the superfluous parts, reading the entire notebook from start to finish.
Rita Skeeter had a habit that was hard to praise—although her articles were filled with exaggerated descriptions and speculative lies, they were undoubtedly based on certain facts.
For instance, when she wanted to slander Hermione, instead of fabricating the opinions of "a certain classmate," she interviewed Parkinson, who disliked Hermione, and then processed their words in her typical "Skeeter style."
Therefore, after extracting the essence, Vold finally understood what had happened.
Dar with Thick Eyebrows was the temporary leader, and he seemed the most loyal to the leader and dedicated to the task, urging the others not to slack off.
However, among the three subordinates he brought on board this time, two of them had different ideas.
Bearded Garron got into a fight with Speckle Driver Lars and, while the driver was asleep, took out a pre-hidden mobile phone from his body and sent a message.
Skite Beetle, perched on the car window, witnessed Garron's suspicious behavior before and after, knowing that he was up to no good.
Later, after they went for a meal, Dar and Bearded Donovan took over the guard duty.
Donovan made an excuse to go to the bathroom, hiding in a corner and making several phone calls.
This time, Skite Beetle followed him to the bathroom and overheard every word of his calls.
In short, Donovan had captured an alchemist and considered him a valuable commodity, selling the information to several parties and hinting that they should compete for him.
He, or the group contacted by Garron, might be on this ship right now.
"I heard the sound of a massage coming from his phone, so I came to gather information; I wasn't slacking off," Skite explained.
"Did you find out who they contacted?" Vold asked.
Skite shook her head regretfully, "No... Or maybe the person had already left by the time I got up there."
Vold pondered for a moment and said, "I just saw the Granger family..."
"Oh, they came with Umbridge—the Ministry of Magic sponsored a trip, and over a dozen of them came!"
Skeeter said disdainfully and enviously, then bit her nails, pondering, "Yes, I can write it down—'Shocking Exposure of the Tax Black Hole! How Do Ministry Officials Devour Government Property?'"
Behind this, how many secrets are hidden from the public eye?..."
She held the tip of the Skite's Quill in her mouth, savoring it for a moment, and the peacock green quill suddenly stood up, swiftly writing line after line on the vellum until it was almost half a page full.
Vold glanced at his watch, took a sip from the compound elixir, and asked, "Still Nas and Bearded Garron at the truck?"
The quill paused, standing on the vellum as if awaiting further instructions.
"Yeah, that's right," Rita confirmed.
"I'll go to the truck. You find the other two, and if you can, check who else is keeping an eye on the lower parking garage—be careful."
"Will do."
Rita waved goodbye to the middle-aged wizard, who appeared to be in his thirties or forties.
The quill began to move silently—
[Vaid Gre is a terrifying young man with acting skills beyond his years. When he decides to impersonate someone, no one can see through him...]
[Of course, physical resemblance is nothing. Anyone who can get their hands on the compound elixir can easily transform into anyone. But after Vaid Gre's transfiguration, no one could guess that within that body lies the soul of a thirteen-year-old...]
[The author witnessed this transformation firsthand, and as he 'became' an adult, his eyes naturally exuded an understanding and insight into life, a wisdom that only time can bestow.]
[The author couldn't help but feel curious and shudder—Vaid Gre, who is so adept at impersonation, is he just an innocent student? How many times has he assumed others' appearances and committed unimaginable acts?]
[The author decided to go undercover, to observe the dark side of a genius boy praised by the public and listen to the facts hidden by certain 'great saviors'... The author is well aware of the dangers and hardships involved, but to uncover the truth, I've decided to embark on this challenging path...]
"Snap!"
The notebook was closed and tucked into the deepest part of her handbag.
Rita Skeeter looked at her reflection in the mirror, lovingly touched the sparkling gemstone ring on her finger, and set out to find the people Vaid was looking for.
To uncover secrets, one must first gain trust.
This time, Rita Skeeter's target for an interview was different from those who could be easily manipulated with a cup of truth serum-laced tea, but she felt even more enthusiastic.
-I'm a patient hunter!
The woman thought triumphantly to herself.
...
The wizard Vendar's figure gradually disappeared into thin air shortly after exiting the elevator.
The surveillance on this ship was less than Vaid had imagined.
But as he went further down, his mood grew heavier.
The lower decks of the ship had crew quarters, cargo holds, parking garages, and areas for electrical, HVAC, and maintenance.
Usually, tourists would only be active on the upper decks, and the lower levels would be less crowded, with only ship personnel working in that area.
However, as Vaid descended, he saw numerous tourists in various outfits, making the area feel crowded.
(End of Chapter)
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