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When Dumbledore's phoenix pet flew in through the window, Sylvia was writing a reply to the letter sent by Mr. Malfoy. Alger was standing in front of the table with a stack of about seven or eight letters in his hand. wait.

Those are all from Slytherin families, even if you haven't opened them, you can guess that they are the same as Malfoy's letter on the table, and they are all procrastinating for Bella— —Although those families wrote letters to complain about Bella, in fact, most of the reasons were to procrastinate for their own family's "last resort".

Sylvia doesn't care what these mean-spirited Slytherins are thinking, all she wants is the bias of public opinion, and Slytherin families, whether in the Ministry of Magic or in the high-end market in various fields of the magic world It can be said, and with their support, the direction of public opinion will be more favorable.

Sylvia picked up the paper that Phoenix Fox had placed on her desk, on which there was still only one sentence, 'Miss Slytherin, please come to my office, please' and the name of a new dessert.

"Ask you to go to the office?" Camille asked a question, but stared at the window of the empty classroom, puffed out his nose, and muttered, "I rushed in by myself, without looking at other people's busy, lost Just run away with the letter, hum! Phoenix is ​​amazing!"

"Ah~~! Ah!!" Raven Hella standing on the back of Sylvia's chair waved her wings and yelled as if echoing Camille's words. She probably felt puzzled and flew directly to the window frame. He called out the window twice again.

Sylvia put down her pen with a funny face, sat on the armrest of Camille's sofa, pulled her into her arms and rubbed her black hair, "It's fine for Hela to fight with Phoenix, but you, an adult wizard, are still fighting with a Is it just a bird? Why didn’t I find you so cute before~”

Camille let out a 'tsk' in disgust, but she didn't push away Sylvia's hug, but twisted her body, put her head in her arms, and let Sylvia rub her hair again. Knead again.

After the two got tired of being together for a few minutes, Sylvia finally remembered that Mr. Principal was still waiting for her, and finally kissed the hair on the top of Camille's head, and let her stand up to go to the principal's office.

"Is it okay for you to go alone?" Camille asked, frowning.

"No problem, Principal Dumbledore is not simple, but I am not a fuel-efficient lamp~" Sylvia raised the corner of her mouth, turned a corner and went out.

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Knocking on the door, Dumbledore's old voice sounded, and Sylvia pushed the door and went in.

"Sit down wherever you want, Miss Slytherin." Dumbledore's voice was a little tired, but he still wore a gentle smile.

"Good evening, Mr. Principal." Sylvia sat down on the single sofa.

Dumbledore stood up, commanded the teapot containing hot tea to pour a cup for Sylvia and himself, sat on the other sofa opposite Sylvia, and added three spoonfuls of sugar to his teacup, " I think Miss Slytherin should understand what we are going to talk about." Dumbledore didn't look at Sylvia, but concentrated on stirring the teacup with a spoon, and the silver spoon lightly hit the white porcelain cup, making a faint crisp sound .

"On Miss Black's business, is it?"

"Yes, I'm a little curious," Dumbledore put down his spoon, his blue eyes staring at Sylvia from above the half-moon glasses, "for example, how did Miss Skeeter know that, what did she say... .Ah, 'Missin', yes, I think that's the word."

Sylvia shrugged innocently, "The semi-closed state of Slytherin Manor can only prevent people with malicious intentions from entering, or those who I set as a list of people who refuse to enter, but unfortunately, I didn't expect that Ms. Kit will sneak into my private estate illegally. I have actually sent a letter of protest, but her reply is that the report does not mention where and under what circumstances she obtained these secret information. It can only be said that I am also a victim of this incident.”

During the moment of silence, Sylvia didn't show any sign of guilt at all, and took a few sips from her teacup openly.

"It seems that the Ministry of Magic needs someone to investigate Ms. Skeeter. There have been several incidents of her trespassing in the school."

"Oh, yes, yes, this lady is too keen on secret information, and the things she writes are half-truths and half-false - Miss Black was defeated by my sudden encounter! For this, many Slytherins All the families from all over the world have sent me letters, congratulations on my superb magic, and my dueling skills are also good, and Alger has accumulated a lot of letters!" Since Dumbledore gave it to the next step, Sylvia took advantage of the opportunity, She didn't even forget to tell him about the recent letter the Slytherins had sent her - but there was no need to go into full detail about what was in it.

"Oh? It seems that they are all very supportive of you, which is a good thing." Dumbledore smiled, as if it was indeed a happy thing to have Sylvia as the leader in the Slytherin department.

"Then back to the topic, the entire magic community knows about Ms. Black. No matter how much exaggeration or false content there is, it is a disturbing thing that a vicious fugitive is still active outside. Today I I received a notice from the Ministry of Magic in the afternoon..." Dumbledore got up, took an opened letter from his desk and handed it to Sylvia, "The Ministry of Magic hopes to hold a trial against Miss Black."

Sylvia read it quickly. Although it was talking about the most severe Wizengamot Tribunal, the signature of the letter was also the joint signature of the Minister of Magic and the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. In the sentence, Sylvia saw the trend she wanted.

"Indeed, I also hope that Miss Black can get a chance to go to court." Sylvia nodded in agreement, folded the letter and put it back on the table.

"Let fifty highly respected representatives of the magic world personally ask Miss Black..." The smile on Sylvia's face disappeared for the first time since she entered the principal's office, and she looked at Deng with deep meaning in her silver-blue eyes. Bullido, "and then make a just and popular decision."

Dumbledore picked up his tea, took a sip, and sighed deeply, "As the chief wizard of the Wizengamot, I think my summer vacation will be drowned in a pile of documents and paperwork again! "

Chief magician?Sylvia smiled to herself. The Wizengamot's trial system is not decided by the chief magician alone, but under the 'care' of this prestigious white wizard, how can she survive the five trials? How much support was won for Miss Black among the ten jurors...

Sylvia once again put on a beautiful false smile, "Mr. Dumbledore has worked hard, but it is said that those who are capable work harder!"

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The magic world ushered in the end of June in the midst of quarrels, probably because the quarrels were too fierce. The Triwizard Tournament, which was originally the most watched event, was almost ignored at this time. The newspapers originally wrote about the competition All kinds of gossip, as well as gossip about the participating warriors, were all replaced by various news about Miss Black and even the Black family.

Regardless of the noise outside, students at Hogwarts had to go on with their daily routines, for example, final exams.

As a warrior, Sylvia doesn't need to take exams. Although she has never been afraid of these pediatric exams, she still took a few books and went to the library to see the despondent students—— Kit wrote that she had a duel with Bella, and she was also happy to use small magic to pretend to be weak and unrecovered every day. The library sits all day long.

On the morning of the third competition, Sylvia was told by Professor Snape, who seemed very impatient because she walked to the Gryffindor long table area, to gather in the conference room next to the auditorium after breakfast, saying that relatives had been invited watch the game.

Glancing at Camille sitting next to her, Sylvia stuck out her tongue and whispered, "Ah...forgot to tell the old couple that I didn't actually plan to participate..."

"Why don't you just participate?" Camille suggested indifferently as they walked to the meeting room with Sylvia.

"No, I'm a serious 'warrior' now, and I caught Bella! I'm very weak after the duel!" Sylvia pointed to her pale face, and spoke confidently about something that never happened.

Rolling her eyes, Camille is too lazy to talk to her—this woman is completely lazy to walk that maze in the hot weather, saying that reading a few pages of magic books is more interesting... So why didn't the Sorting Hat take her Throw in Ravenclaw?Wasn't she still a Slytherin then?

Pushing the door open and walking in, everyone in the room looked at them, and the old couple standing by the door narrowed their eyebrows and eyes with a smile.In one corner of the room was a dark-haired couple, the man with a hooked nose that was clearly identical to Viktor Krum's.Miss Delacour's mother was very recognizable, a very beautiful young woman was leading a little silver-haired girl, and Sylvia guessed that this little girl was Fleur's sister who she heard was rescued by Potter later.

Sirius and Mrs. Weasley were standing in front of the fireplace, but they didn't seem to be in good spirits, especially Sirius, his dark eyes were lifeless, and his dull eyes passed over Sylvia and Camille, onto the window frame by the fireplace.

People always grow up, but everyone finally understands that the world is more complicated than black and white in different ways.

Ignoring Sirius, Sylvia had a pleasant chat with the old couple Cassandra, whom they hadn't seen for a while, and took them around Hogwarts again.

Knowing that Sylvia had "dueled" with Blake until she ran out of magic power and was not feeling well now (Sylvia stuck her tongue out at Camille behind the back where the old couple didn't see), she didn't wait for Sylvia She said that the old couple immediately told her not to go to the evening game.

"The whole world knows how powerful we Syl are!" Mr. Cassandra puffed up his chest and waved the cane he needed to use recently, "There is no need for a hegemony contest!"

"Yes, yes, it's amazing," the old lady Casadra's tone didn't sound very good, "Hey, hey, you didn't tell us a word when you met an opponent like Black. When the old man and I saw it in the newspaper, we were so frightened that we dropped the roast turkey on the floor."

Sylvia apologized and smiled, clenched her hands, and turned her head to see Camille's sharp eyebrows and eyes looking at her softly at this time, turned her head slightly choked up, and continued to chat with the two old people.

There are turmoil in the world, but she still has family and her home.