HP Dear Miss Freak

"What kind of play is this? Rogue play."

George was a little stunned to learn that Fred did not confess as originally planned. But the good news is that after the dance, Fred and Sylvia's relationship seems to be back to the same as before, and they start to go to the auditorium together and go to class together. It's just that George always felt that they were a little more polite in their friendly relationship.

Although it's not as close as it used to be, it's getting better after all.

Although on the new Hogsmeade day, Fred and George were not able to go with Sylvia.

"Did you ask her out?" George gave Fred a complaining glance as he watched Sylvia hop upstairs.

"Merlin's good brother! I've made an appointment!" Fred put on George's shoulder hard, "She's going with her Betty."

"Betty, my own." George nodded with satisfaction.

"Bunny's friends are just as bad as she is. Last time Wafflin gave Bunny a gift, she deliberately sold it for a long time." Fred seemed to remember something bad A sigh of relief.

"It's more reliable than our academy, right?" George snorted, "I feel that they want to hide Sear in the dormitory, and no one is allowed to rob him!"

Sylvia knows her girls love her. But her girls also went one by one in search of true love.

"The women's college is not to be left behind!" Sylvia walked beside Rebecca holding the kraft paper bag in her hand, "One dance, Robert and Emily will become."

"I think you're too soon." Rebecca said in a good mood.

"Shhhhhh!" Sylvia added a taboo topic here. Since she and Fred suddenly reconciled, no one is allowed to talk about their unsatisfactory relationship beyond their friendship.

"What are you holding this big bag?" Rebecca changed the subject as she wished, "Square."

"Sell my potions paper as scrap." Sylvia laughed cheerfully.

"You got it!" Rebecca also laughed and took her arm.

"Go to the post office, I will mail these to Mr. Xenophilius." Sylvia patted the paper bag in her arms.

"Potion Papers?"

"Hmm."

"You still want to lie to me!" Rebecca smiled and tried to beat her, but she ran away, "Don't run! Stop!"

"Don't make trouble, don't make trouble." Sylvia really couldn't run fast with these, "I wrote a manuscript for a long time and sent it to "The Quibbler"."

"Nice. Can you write something that I can understand this time too? I know your Aidan Lynch one was great, but if Seid didn't explain it to me I don't understand at all." Rebecca opened the door of the post office for her with a smile.

"This time, you will definitely enjoy it." Sylvia smiled and put a large bag of parchment paper on the counter.

After the manuscript was sent, the two girls came to Three Brooms holding hands. Sylvia was seated just in time to see Fred and George go to Bagman. Then the guilty guy walked out of the tavern in a hurry, and many goblins also got up from their chairs and walked out after him.

"He looks like he's in trouble." Rebecca brought two butterbeers.

"Perhaps." Sylvia looked at the sullen twins and glared at the door. The glance was not innocent, just as Rita Skeeter walked in.

"Did you read? She wrote Hagrid's report." Rebecca frowned, "It's too much."

"Look." Sylvia took a sip of wine and nodded, "All wizards in the UK graduated from Hogwarts, and anyone with a brain will believe the sea they know in their eyes. Grid, not in the papers." But she was happy that Draco didn't give any testimony this time.

"She also wrote about the scandal in our family. Merlin testified, but there is no one more honest than my father." Rebecca said fiercely, "She wants to offend the entire magic world. One more time! As if it was her ability."

"I know, I wrote to Mr. Aibo." Sylvia took another sip of wine, saw Rebecca's eyes widen, and hurriedly explained, "I didn't want to hide You, I'm doing some research and want to surprise everyone..."

"Want to ruin someone's life again?" Harry shouted, and the attention of the two girls was instantly attracted.

Rita Skeeter sat aside with her photographer and turned her head to see who was speaking, her originally frowning brows instantly relaxed, and her jeweled glasses blocked the She couldn't help but her eyes widened when she saw Harry. "Harry!" She smiled as if she had changed a new face in an instant. "Great! Why don't you come together?"

Sylvia and Rebecca exchanged glances and continued to look at them.

"I wouldn't come near you even on a ten-foot broomstick!" said Harry angrily. "Why did you treat Hagrid like that, eh?"

Skeet raised his eyebrows when he heard this: "Our readers have a right to the truth, Harry. I'm just doing my—"

"Who cares if he's a half-giant?" Harry exclaimed suddenly, "There's nothing abnormal about him!"

As soon as the voice fell, the whole tavern suddenly became silent. Sylvia clenched the bottle in her hand and continued to stare at Skeeter. Looking at Sylvia's expression, Rebecca always felt that something was wrong with her.

And Skeeter opened the alligator leather handbag, took out her shorthand, and said, "Would you like to tell me what you know about Hagrid, Harry? A puzzling friendship, and the reason behind it. You see him as a father?"

Hermione stood up abruptly: "You nasty woman, you don't care about anything, as long as you can get the story, no one will let it go, right? Even Ludo Bagman—"

"Sit down, you silly little girl, don't talk nonsense about things you don't understand." Rita Skeeter said coldly, and when her eyes fell on Hermione Becoming cold and fierce, "I know something about Ludo Bagman that will make your hair stand up... don't say it," she said, rolling her eyes over Hermione's tousled hair. .

"Let's go." Hermione got up first, "Come on, Harry, Ron."

Sylvia watched Skeeter's stenograph swipe back and forth on the paper and signaled to the photographer to take a photo. Just as the potbellied guy raised the camera, a bottle of Butterbeer blew up on the machine.

The tavern, which had gradually regained its atmosphere, became quiet again. This time, it was a dead silence that was completely different from before. Even the trio who walked to the door stared back.

Because after Sylvia threw the wine bottle with precision, another fire blew up the machine. Maybe the effect of this *** is average, but her flames are powerful.

"Where did you tmd shoot your uncle?" Sylvia couldn't hold back the foul language, and dared to trouble her little angel under her nose, "Do you like to write?" She The tip of his staff pointed to the stencil, which ended its tragic life.

"You...you, you...you are so bold!" Skeeter was obviously frightened, and pushed her glasses with one hand over her chest, "Hogwarts warriors dare to attack media reporters."

"It's so professional." Sylvia smiled and walked up to her, "I thought about the title? I don't think so. You should write: Hogwarts Warriors dare to attack media reporters, is this the anger of being caught? Or is it a broken jar after the hypocrisy is uncovered?"

"Miss Tonks." Skeeter sneered and quickly regained his expression, "Long time no see, you are as always—mean."

"Which one do you think it is?" Sylvia ignored her and continued, "I think it's a magical riot!" High, reflected in Skeeter's lenses.

"Your magical insurrection could cause a lot of trouble for the Ministry of Magic." Skeeter pushed up his glasses, still with her nasty arc at the corners of his mouth, "so I advise you It's better not to make trouble for yourself."

Hit the abacus on Hermione's head? Who gave you the guts to shoot at my Hermione?"

"Searle, don't do this..." Hermione came over immediately and whispered, "It's unnecessary!"

"I tell you." Sylvia pulled out a terrifying smile and stared straight at Skeeter, "If you dare to trouble my friend again, you will give it to me Just wait. It's easier for me to kill you than to crush a beetle." She was pleased to see Skeeter's face twitch.

"I said, it's easier than squeezing the beetle." Sylvia loosened her neckline, beckoned Rebecca to leave, and looked at the blue-faced Skeeter again, " You know what I'm talking about, Miss Skeeter."

Or, Miss Beetle.

Sylvia pushed open the door, leaving a long series of footprints in the snow, and soon Rebecca's footprints followed her.

"Wait! Sylvia!" Rebecca looked at Sylvia with a worried expression.

Sylvia reckoned that she had walked for a long time before she stopped, turned to look at Rebecca and laughed: "Betty! Was I handsome just now?"

"Handsome--it's quite handsome." Rebecca couldn't help laughing, "You stinky girl! You're still having fun!"

"I also think it's so handsome!" Sylvia covered her mouth to prevent herself from laughing too wildly, and stumbled forward, "Especially, I rely on it, my head is real It's getting better and better!"

"

"No, no, no." Sylvia waved her hands and laughed, "The real good show has just begun."

Mr. Xenophilius is quite reliable. At least this issue of the naysayer, he gave Sylvia the front page.

Oh no.

He gave the Hogwarts Civilization Ambassador the front page.

"Have you seen the latest The Quibbler?" The phrase spread like a new buzzword at Hogwarts.

"This man is really powerful." Ron looked at the magazine in his hand and snorted praise, "He actually took out all the previous reports from Skeeter to clarify?"

"Not everything." Sylvia smiled and sat down at the long table. Fred and George were also seated on either side of her.

"I know, I'm just exaggerating." Ron made a very exaggerated mouth at the same time, "The stupid thing that woman did is not written on these two pages."

"I have read the fairy tales he wrote before." Hermione said while thinking back, "I told you, this author really sees the essence of many things, and Very good at sarcasm. This sarcasm always feels familiar to me."

"He should not be called the Ambassador of Civilization." Harry also expressed his opinion, "It should be called the Ambassador of Justice."

"Thank you for your affirmation, Harry." Sylvia was in a good mood and picked up a few yellow strands in her long hair, and finally changed it to red when she felt bad.

She made everyone stop eating and stare straight at her.

"Who else do you think would have a name like this except me?" Sylvia laughed, and the Gryffindor table instantly cheered.

"What did you do?" Fred laughed, reaching out and snatching the magazine from Ron's hand.

"Merlin's beard!" George cheered as he patted the table, "This is you?"

"What? Are you going to give me half-price Weasley magic tricks for life?" Sylvia smiled and put it on George's shoulder.

"If I had known it was you, I would have said—" George thought for a moment, as if he could not think of a better answer.

"He has nothing to offer you." Fred took over the conversation naturally, "Our trick business already has a part of you."

"You are getting more and more good at speaking, Fred." Sylvia smiled and raised the juice in her hand and Fred touched the glass.

"The words are very precise." George gave Fred a look with a smirk.

"How did you do it?" Ron asked with wide eyes.

"I used this pseudonym to send letters to many people in the know." Sylvia said briskly, "If you are willing to help me, please provide specific evidence. Of course, in a few days I will I will also write an article to help Hagrid solve these unnecessary troubles. I think many alumni are still willing to stand up and clarify Hagrid’s character.”

"The woman is probably trying to get you into trouble." Fred frowned slightly, "She should soon find out that you wrote it. After all, you made her beautiful A slap in the bottle, and now a resounding slap."

"She probably has to hide from the limelight." Sylvia stretched.

"Dude, I think she'll just write more nasty things to slander you." George shook his head.

"She doesn't dare." Sylvia pulled out a sinister smile, "She knows that I have a bigger handle on her. This time I only exposed these things to her face—" Sylvia's finger stabbed the title of the magazine cover fiercely, "Next time, I can't tell."

"You know what? Bunny." Fred kept a smile on his face, "Do you know how charming your smirk is?"

"Thank you, Fred." Sylvia turned the sinister smirk to Fred, "I like that comment."

"Hey, so you have a way to make her lose her job?" Ron laughed excitedly.

"I still have a sense of what I can do myself." Sylvia stopped smiling, "Skeet can do things for so many years, that's her ability, I'm a little kid. How can the author of this article bring her down? I just give her a warning, stop piling up articles with slander and rumors. And…”

She snorted softly before saying, "Stay away from my friends."

The author has something to say:

It was for this day that Searle entered the paper media at that time.

By the way, I wanted to blow up that camera for a long time! Damn guy dares to write about the Hermione scandal! My backhand is a flaming flame!

Thank you for liking Searle so much! I love her too! I don't even think I'll be able to write about such a flattering girl again! Speaking of which, today is Searle's birthday hahaha! It's also Sweet Soup's birthday!

This thing isn't really Searle's kpi, but like Draco's transformation plan, I just want her to do it, and it's in line with her character. Thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2021-09-18 22:41:39~2021-09-2212:34:41~

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!