[HP] Professional blasting for 20 years

Simo felt ashamed that she had never been so humiliated that she had said that Draco was her pet called Little Mary in public.

Thinking about it, Seymour felt that she should drop out of Hogwarts, and she even saw someone making fun of her several times.

Simo and Ron rushed to class with Hermione holding the book, and someone winked at Simo maliciously, "Finnigan, are you looking for your little Mary?"

Hermione turned around abruptly and pointed her wand at the man, threatening, "I wouldn't mind turning you into a ferret too."

Seeing the figure of that person running away, Ximo felt even more hopeless in life.

But soon the turmoil of this matter gradually disappeared, because the first game of the Triwizard Tournament was about to start.

The weather has started to turn cold, and everyone is already wearing thick coats. Simo is rubbing her hands while wrapping a scarf around herself. At this time, the Weasley twins are making a bet. He put all his pocket money out and bet Harry to win.

The Weasley twins' jaws were about to drop from the surprise, and they both said in unison, "Little sister Seymour, you are really generous."

Simo nodded absent-mindedly. She looked anxiously at the tent where the warriors were resting. At this time, Hermione was rubbing her hands nervously and looking around. She breathed a sigh of relief, then stood up from the stand,

"No, I want to see Harry."

Simo also hurriedly followed, she dragged Hermione's hand, "Let's go together!"

.............

Hermione stopped Harry from outside the tent. She was so nervous that she couldn't even speak a complete sentence, as if she wanted to order something.

But her voice trembled too much.Hermione sniffed, couldn't hold back, and walked towards Harry through the gap in the tent.

Simo also got in. She grabbed Harry's arm, and her eye circles turned red with tension. Simo took a deep breath, her lips trembling slightly.

But suddenly, the sound of flashing lights rang out.

The three of them were taken aback, and looked at the instigator almost in unison. This turned out to be Rita from the Daily Prophet.

The woman with the delicate, stiff, and weird curls was saying in a very disgusting tone,

"Look what I captured? A delicate youthful love, a warrior and two girls who adore him, this is really fascinating."

Simo frowned all of a sudden, and she stepped forward, almost glaring at Rita: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Rita pushed her eyes on the bridge of her nose. Her eyes seemed to find something interesting, and then said slowly,

"Little witch, are you worried, which one of you will the warrior choose? What a poor girl who is trapped by love."

..............

Harry successfully won the first game, but he didn't expect Rita to really talk nonsense and write nonsense on the "Daily Prophet".

Hermione slapped the "Daily Prophet" on the table in a fit of anger, her face flushed red, and her voice couldn't help raising her voice: "I can't believe it, she's writing scribbles again."

Speaking of which, Hermione cleared her throat, her voice trembling because of anger:

"Miss Granger, an ordinary girl full of ambition, seems to be particularly interested in well-known wizards."

Since the ferret incident, Ximo's mental quality has been strengthened. After all, she feels that because a person has been hit too much, she has become numb.

Simo was picking up a piece of black pepper beef with a fork. She glanced at Hermione sympathetically, and said without changing her face:

"Then you didn't see me. If you look down, you will see reports about me."

Hermione was taken aback for a moment, she only noticed her own report, and her gaze immediately moved downwards. Sure enough, Hermione froze for a moment, and murmured almost uncontrollably,

"Miss Finnigan, this is also an admirer of Harry Potter, but she and her best friend like the same person, but it is obvious that this warrior prefers Miss Granger, who was fooled by love and friendship. Is the poor girl going to do some terrible love-hate thing?"

Simo shrugged nonchalantly.

"Did you see that I have become a poor wretch that no one wants."

Harry put down his fork, looked at Simo and Hermione hesitantly,

"I'm... sorry to involve you in this."

"It's okay, at least I'm still in the headlines." Simo smiled indifferently, and she patted Harry on the shoulder,

But unexpectedly, what was photographed was Harry's injured arm, and Harry cried out in pain.

Ximo was taken aback, and hurriedly apologized.

Hermione couldn't help but burst out laughing seeing her friend like this.She crumpled up the Daily Prophet and threw it aside.

But unexpectedly, at this time, Ron actually received a package, and he immediately opened it excitedly, and there was an old lace dress inside.

It looked a lot like Mrs Weasley's old pajamas that she didn't want.He stared blankly at the faded dress in his hand, and said awkwardly, "What is this?"

Seeing this scene, Simo almost fell on Hermione's shoulders with joy, and Hermione burst into laughter, "What else is this, this is a dress for you."

Since the first game was not long before Christmas, as part of the Triwizard Tournament tradition, the schools were about to hold a big Yule Ball, open to all students in grade four and above from all three schools.

Apparently Mrs. Weasley was already planning for a rainy day.Getting his little son a Christmas dress.

"Ah!" Ron's expression turned very bad in an instant.

But Simo, who was laughing at first, soon lost her joy,

Because she received a letter from Ms. Finnigan, and sure enough, in the letter, Ms. Finnigan scolded her severely and asked her to pay attention to her words and deeds.

Simo lay sadly on the table, and sighed angrily: "I even forgot that my mother is a loyal reader of the "Daily Prophet", and I decided to fight against Rita Skeeter!"