"Okay, but Mr. Potter, you really can't tell anyone else." Rita's attitude softened, and she looked at Harry longingly.

Harry did not respond: "It depends on your performance."

Rita turned her head and looked at Hermione and Ron pitifully.

Hermione said nothing.

Ron imitated Harry and said the same words in a childish way: "It depends on your performance."

Rita gritted her teeth, what's going on with these little wizards?

"How are the things I asked you to investigate?" Harry asked.

Rita took a deep breath: "Those things are not easy to get."

Harry's face was expressionless, and he waved his hand downwards, gesturing for her to sit down: "It seems that I got it."

What follows is a brief introduction about him.

She hesitated for a moment and then spoke cautiously: "Mr. Potter, who is this Mr. Tom Riddle? Why do you want to know about him?"

"Are you suspecting that the person who died was not Barty Crouch Jr.?"

Rita was stunned and shook her head: "Of course not. He has been dead for more than ten years and his body has long since rotted into disgrace."

Hermione waved her wand, and a quill on the table flew towards her.

Hermione was also shocked.

"After Senior Tom left that store, he disappeared for ten years. When he came back again, he used magic to change his appearance. No one could recognize the outstanding and handsome Tom anymore, and he also changed his name."

Rita cast a spell and stood the quill on the notebook: "Tom Marvolo Riddle, born on December 31, 1926, in Little Hangleton County, was an outstanding student of Slytherin House at Hogwarts.

A graduate who reported Rubeus Hagrid on the Chamber of Secrets incident and won himself a Special Contribution Award."

"So I went to the area where secret files were kept, which I had never dared to set foot in before, and finally found some information related to him."

Moreover, he disappeared for almost fifty years, so even if we find out some information about him, it won't have any impact.

"It seems that you really want to know the identity of Senior Tom." Harry said calmly, "Since you are so sincere, I will continue what you just said."

And when digging, use magic spells instead of doing it yourself!

It's absolutely impossible to be stained with corpse odor or anything else.

Rita sighed: "This matter is really difficult. Tom Riddle has such a common and unremarkable name. None of the little wizards at Hogwarts have this last name. I really don't know what you are looking for."

What does his information do?"

"And then"

Harry said nothing, only looked at her silently.

"After graduating with twelve "O's", the Ministry of Magic offered him many excellent positions, including positions in the Department of Mysteries and the Department of Legal Enforcement, but he didn't agree and went to Knockturn Alley instead.

Working in a magic shop.”

You guessed your own thoughts so accurately, and you still say it’s useless?

Soon it was as high as a fist.

Ron's face also became more disgusted.

"But she is actually a mixed-race. Her mother is a Muggle, and she has a squib brother. Her father is a janitor at the Ministry of Magic, who also has the surname Umbridge."

"Sorry, I didn't control the spell well." Hermione said expressionlessly as she took back her wand.

Harry continued: "And that name is familiar to you."

"There is no record of him, and his life seems to have ended abruptly."

"That's Azkaban. Although after turning into an Animagus, the dementors' influence on me will be less, it still makes me very uncomfortable. I took a big risk."

"With a surname like "Riddle", his mother is actually the famous Gaunt. It is unimaginable that Gaunt would marry a Muggle, and not many people know that Mr. Riddle is from the Gaunt family.

Descendants.”

"I'm not using Legilimency." Harry waved his hand again, "Sit down and let's talk slowly."

Harry raised his hand and tapped the table.

She still didn't sit down and took out her wand: "Mr. Potter, how about we make an oath that is unbreakable?"

It lasted several days. I took a shower countless times and cleaned myself inside and out.

Harry pointed to her bag: "Write it down with a quill."

Harry didn't speak, he just stared at her, his cold and calm eyes, which made her voice gradually stop, her raised hands slowly dropped, and she sat down: "Okay, I understand."

These Legilimency masters are really annoying!

"What about the third thing?" Harry continued to ask.

"August Rookwood, Officer of the Department of Mysteries, Ministry of Magic."

Rita took a deep breath, waved her wand, and with a few whizzes, a stack of paper information flew out of her small shoulder bag.

"You know Ms. Umbridge, one of the judges of the Triwizard Tournament, right?" She made up her mind to express her sincerity, spoke first and told her news, "She has always claimed that she is a pure

Blood, related to the Selwyn family."

But Harry looked calm, as did Hermione next to him.

Rita adjusted her glasses and smiled sweetly: "It doesn't matter."

"These are the list of former Death Eaters among the staff of the Ministry of Magic." Rita's eyes were shining, and she seemed to be alive again when talking about the gossip. "To be honest, it's really hard to imagine that the Death Eaters in the past were

Nearly one-third of the disciples are still serving in the Ministry of Magic."

Rita slowed down her speech: "Out of curiosity, I turned into an Animagus and sneaked into that store, but there was no employee named Tom Riddle there."

She couldn't be compared to Harry. He was not legendary at all. In her eyes, he was just a replica of "Hermione Granger".

Rita gritted her teeth and looked at the two little wizards.

Maybe

Mr. Porter was just threatening himself that night. In fact, this person was not dangerous?

"Walton MacNeil, Officer of the Board of Control of Magical Creatures, Ministry of Magic."

Harry picked one up casually.

Do you think I don't recognize you?

Miss Hermione Granger, the lioness of Gryffindor House, the best little witch in the fourth grade besides Harry, was even approved by the Ministry of Magic to use the "Time Turner". This is only the best and the most outstanding little witch.

It is a magic prop that only young wizards who are outstanding and are taught the most trustworthy skills are allowed to use.

Rita calmed her expression and controlled her professional habits: "At first, I couldn't find this person in the Ministry of Magic. There was no trace related to him."

Rita's face froze.

"But since you said it, I think he must exist."

"Very good." Harry nodded, "What about the second thing?"

As a reporter, I have a natural curiosity and enthusiasm for exploring this kind of risk-free gossip.

But she believed that her background was shameful, and it was very shameful for her to hide her identity and resist her relationship with her father.

Hermione and Ron paused while looking through the files and moved their stools further away from Rita.

Rita answered immediately: "Boggin Burke."

"What's that shop called?" Harry asked.

The ones at the top are "former Death Eaters" who are still working in the Ministry of Magic, and those below are those who are no longer working in the Ministry of Magic and are looking for ways to make a living.

Ron gasped, his eyes full of shock.

Rita was startled. She felt more and more that Harry was not like a fourth-year wizard. How could he be so sharp at this age? He seemed to be able to see through people's hearts and explore his inner thoughts. Could it be that his Legilimency was so strong that he could not be ignored?

People notice?

He picked up a second copy.

She's still trying to find out.

She paused, hoping to see a slight change in Harry's face.

Rita paused and quickly changed her story: "I went to dig the grave of Barty Crouch Jr., and his bones were inside. Although they were unrecognizable, I'm pretty sure they were the bodies of a young man."

Harry nodded: "Go to Crouch's house to check and confirm whether the person who died is Barty Crouch Jr."

With a bang, it hit her face and knocked off her glasses.

Rita was stunned.

Hermione frowned in disgust, no wonder she didn't like that toad-like woman from the first sight.

Only the little boy from the Weasley family had a change in his expression. It wasn't surprise or shock, but a complicated expression. He frowned. Was he expressing disgust or disgust?

Um?
To be continued...