she thought to herself.

——She could just find a bush or a forest to hide in. She was just a beetle, so it was easy for her to hide anywhere. Who could find her?

And after transforming into a beetle, as long as she can control her desire for normal food, she only needs a little bit of bread crumbs or vegetable leaves to survive.

Not to mention water, a few dewdrops condensed on the glass in the morning can meet the needs of a tiny beetle.

The fishing boat sailed on the sea for several days, and Rita managed to hold back and never changed back into human form.

During this time, she crawled around on the boat, hiding and trying to gather information, and finally managed to piece together the identities of several people.

They belonged to a Muggle organization called “The Organization”. Everyone on the ship knew the existence of the magical world and believed that wizards had always been a group of demons who spread plagues, created chaos, started wars, and abused Muggles.

They hate the existence of wizards, but envy their abilities.

Rita heard them excitedly discussing several times that if they caught a wizard, they would send him to the laboratory for “slicing” and transplant his magical abilities to other members of the organization.

Although they didn’t know how to transplant it – as if the magical power was stored in a certain organ of the body – everyone firmly believed that the laboratory could do it.

Even if we haven’t done it yet, it’s because we don’t have enough “research samples”. We will definitely be able to do it in the future!

Just imagining the “happy life” after obtaining magic, people can discuss it enthusiastically for hours, and sailing on the vast ocean doesn’t seem to be boring anymore.

Only a beetle huddled in the crack of the wall, shivering as it listened.

Compared with these Muggles, Voldemort actually seems kind.

A few days later, the fishing boat arrived at the shore.

The beetle couldn’t wait to fly off the boat and dive into the deciduous bushes on the shore.

Rita Skeeter looked back at the fishing boat and the people waiting at the dock, secretly memorized the place, and flew away close to the grass, the joy of freedom and security echoing in her heart.

After flying far enough away, Rita Skeeter turned back into human form and prepared to find someone to ask what this place was, and then decide whether to Apparate or find a Muggle means of transportation.

“I’m going to have a good meal… I’m going to order foie gras in red wine and French baked snails, with lobster and oysters, steak, and stew…”

Rita Skeeter muttered to herself, feeling that her hungry stomach needed to be appeased.

She used her red-nailed fingers to play with her not-so-smooth golden curls, feeling a little annoyed – it’s not easy to find a satisfactory barber shop.

Rita Skeeter tried not to think about anything too dangerous.

“I’m just a reporter.” She said to herself: “It’s better to leave this kind of troublesome matter to Weed Grey – he also wants to investigate the manipulators behind the werewolves anyway.”

“But these guys are Muggles… Never mind, who says werewolves and Muggles can’t be in the same group? That’s what I found out anyway!”

“Weider Grey and Dumbledore behind him are both nosy people. Even if they find out that I have lied to him, they can’t do anything to me…”

Rita muttered to herself as she followed the path in search of an inhabited area.

But this place is extremely desolate. Not to mention people, even insects are rarely seen.

Looking down from a high altitude, this was not the continent as Rita Skeeter thought, nor was it a Muggle country, but just a large, sparsely populated island.

In the middle of the island, there is a large-scale building complex.

But the beetle didn’t fly high enough or far enough, so Rita Skeeter didn’t have a chance to get a full view of the island from above, so she continued searching in the jungle.

A hidden camera mounted on a tall palm tree nearby turned half a circle, the lens always focused on Rita Skeeter’s figure.

Soon after, a sharp alarm sounded from somewhere, along with a man’s angry roar:

“What is this? Can anyone tell me how this stupid woman got in here?!”

……

“Om——”

A few seconds later, a shrill buzzing sound was heard throughout the island, and the sound waves spread from the center of the island in all directions.

Along with the sound waves, countless resistance coils hidden around the island rotated at high speed, forming a powerful and invisible electromagnetic field.

The few birds flew away in fright, the wild animals in the jungle began to run wildly, some even crashed into trees, and even the insects hiding in the grass fled in panic.

In the waters near the island, schools of fish quickly fled to the deep sea. A circular pipe was buried beside the rock wall, and streams of boiling hot water were injected into the cold seawater. There was no common marine life on the seabed nearby.

Rita Skeeter, who was walking in the jungle knowing nothing, suddenly felt great pain. Her whole body felt like it was being pricked by needles and bitten by ants. She fell to the ground with a scream, rolling on the ground.

“Ahhhh-“

A shrill scream echoed through the jungle.

The hellish feeling only lasted a minute, but to Rita it felt like a year.

When she regained consciousness, Rita Skeeter immediately endured the pain that seemed to tear her apart, stood up shakily, and performed Apparition.

——She didn’t care about the split body anymore. Even if she was found by Umbridge’s people, she felt it was acceptable.

What was Azkaban compared to this kind of suffering?

“Pfft!”

She turned around twice and fell down.

The magic, usually docile and loyal, now betrayed her will.

Chapter 385 Rita Skeeter’s Escape Journey 2

Rita Skeeter had never been so grateful for having learned Animagus.

She lay on the ground and rested for a few minutes. She vaguely heard messy footsteps and dog barking. Rita grabbed the wand, but still couldn’t use magic normally. At the last moment, the world in her vision suddenly became hundreds of times larger.

She turned into a beetle.

Animagus, this special magic that allows transformation without the use of a wand, was something Rita used to think was useless except for eavesdropping, but now it saved her life again.

She hid under the leaves and shivered, watching a dozen hounds sniffing around in the jungle, growling in their throats, but they still couldn’t find any trace of her.

The black-clad soldiers, armed with dangerous Muggle weapons, searched the woods for a while, and then one of them whispered in his ear, “The woman has disappeared.”

After a moment, he said to the others, “Keep searching. In half an hour, the magnetic field will be turned on again.”

“understand!”

Everyone responded and dispersed.

They even searched the treetops above their heads and the bushes under their feet, but no one noticed a tiny beetle.

Rita was terrified, her heart pounding. She struggled to support herself with her six weak legs, and carefully crawled along the grass for a while, then flapped her wings and flew up.

A black hound suddenly raised its head, looked at the chubby beetle, and sniffed.

Rita was so frightened that she almost fell from the air. She managed to keep her balance and flapped her wings desperately to fly forward, but she could only fly about two meters per second. The hound could easily catch her with one pounce.

Every moment, she seemed to be able to feel the breath of death.

Fortunately, the black soldier suddenly pulled the hound and said, “Okay, man, there’s nothing fun about bugs, come over here.”

The hound looked back at the beetle, then turned around and followed its master in another direction. Rita breathed a sigh of relief and tried harder to escape.

She knew that she only had half an hour at most.

However, when she saw the huge white buildings that looked so holy in the sunlight, she discovered to her despair that she had gone in the wrong direction.

It was too late to turn around, so Rita simply made up her mind and flew over the wall.

No matter where you are, there are sewer pipes and ventilation ducts.

The beetle crawled into the dark crack, ignoring the stinky smell around it, found a dry place to lie down, and gasped for breath.

Even in her Animagus form, such intense exercise consumed a lot of her energy.

Half an hour later, the buzzing sound came as expected. The magic power that usually seemed like a part of the body suddenly became agitated. Rita wailed and turned back to her original form, then bit her lip and endured it.

She tasted blood.

This time the buzzing sound lasted longer than before, but perhaps because the pipe played some kind of protective role, the pain was less severe than before.

Then came another escape.

She stumbled forward along the pipe. The enclosed environment around her was quiet and dark, which made her feel safer.

Rita drew out her wand and whispered, “Lumos.”

The faint light illuminated the pipe and shone on the woman’s disheveled body.

Rita breathed a sigh of relief – fortunately such a simple little spell could still be used.

She bit the wand and crawled forward along the pipe. Turning into a beetle would make her more concealed, but she was tired and hungry at the moment. In beetle form, she just wanted to obey her instinct and lie still. However, her human body could still move under the compulsion of will.

The ground was covered with dust, as well as some insect and mouse carcasses.

An ordinary woman might be scared to death by a mouse, but for a wizard who uses frog brains and leeches to make potions, such things are not worth her attention.

She crawled along the dirty pipe, not knowing where she could escape to, but the sense of crisis made her dare not stop.

Rita, who knew almost nothing about Muggle technology, didn’t realize what the slight dip in the pipe meant as she crawled.

……

In the laboratory, a row of small green lights lit up one by one. On the screen, an area began to sound an alarm.

“The pressure sensor in the ventilation duct sent a signal – the strength doesn’t look like it’s from a rat.” Someone said in a normal voice.

“Send a scorpion car in.” The ponytail man said with a smile, “I saw that the protagonists in the movies always escape through the ventilation ducts, so I installed the sensor. In the past, I could only kill a few stupid mice, but today, it seems that I finally got something.”

The woman in red smiled and said, “Caught a magic mouse?”

“Well, a courageous mouse.”

……

When the strange “buzzing” sound came, Rita Skeeter’s hair stood on end and she almost got stressed.

But then she realizes it’s not some weird, out-of-control magic thing, but a toy car.

A toy car shaped like a scorpion with a cylindrical device on top drove in front of her, and a dazzling light was emitted from the front of the car.

Rita was stunned for a moment, then pointed with her wand: “Shatter into pieces!”

With a “bang”, the toy car exploded and parts flew everywhere. The cylinder rolled to Rita’s feet and suddenly began to spew out white gas.