Together [HP]

After Hermione bought a quill and a book of parchment, they headed for the Three Broomsticks without hesitation.The bar is very lively, very crowded, and it seems that there are no vacant seats.

"I'll go and order us some drinks and food." Jacqueline stood in the bar carefully hugging Hermione, and when she saw Ms. Rosmerta winking at her, she sighed inwardly, "You If, if you are lucky enough, it should help us find a seat."

"I will." Hermione nodded. "Can you get me a glass of cherry juice?"

"If you want, I can get you a glass of Firewhiskey." Jacqueline whispered in Hermione's ear, before Hermione had time to tell Jacqueline that they were prefects now and shouldn't take the lead in violating the rules , Jacqueline had already walked towards the bar.

"A glass of hot mead and a glass of cherry juice." Jacqueline walked to the bar and said to Ms. Rosmerta.

"I heard from Aberforth," Rosmerta whispered, as she put a glass of mead and a glass of cherry juice with a little umbrella on the counter, "that you and that girl..."

"Just one more question." Jacqueline threw a few Galleons, which were far more than her drink price, on the counter, and picked up the drink she ordered, "I'm afraid your rent will double next month. Also, bring us some sandwiches, please."

Jacqueline held her drink and looked around the bar. At this moment, she heard Hermione call her name.

"Jacqueline, this way!"

Jacqueline looked up and walked across the crowded bar towards Hermione.Hermione was sitting in a corner of the bar, with a weird girl sitting next to her.The girl had blond hair mixed with brown, and her silver-gray protruding eyes looked empty in the direction of no one.She wears turnip-shaped earrings in her ears and a necklace made of a butterbeer cork around her neck.

"Jacqueline," Hermione introduced after Jacqueline sat next to Hermione, "this is Luna Lovegood. Luna, this is Jacqueline, Jacqueline Guerra Ham."

"Hermione's girlfriend," Jacqueline added, glancing at Luna up and down, and holding out her hand, "what are you and Xenophilius Lovegood, the editor-in-chief of The Quibbler?" relation?"

"He is my father." Luna Mengni said generally.Jacqueline recognized immediately that she was the girl who had refuted the existence of Hermione Heliopa in the Pig's Head Bar last time.

"You know her father?" Hermione took a sip of her cherry juice.

"My father once wrote the drafts for "The Quibbler." Jacqueline snorted, "but my mother thinks," Jacqueline glanced at Luna, "they are very unreliable."

"A lot of people just believe what's right under their nose," Luna said, sipping onions from her cocktail.

"But what proof do you have that they exist?" Hermione snapped.

"There are a lot of eyewitness reports..." Luna said angrily, "Just because you are so ignorant..."

"Oh, so that said, I believe that you also believe in the existence of Sculptorum mongolica, and they are the murderers who caused the mass death of wizards in the Middle Ages." Jacqueline choked. "You know, there are a lot of people who claim they've witnessed strange creatures crawling out of dead wizards."

"If we can't prove they don't exist," Luna said, looking at Jacqueline, "they're like..."

"Funny," said Jacqueline sarcastically, "because the article you published was made up by Uncle William and my father on April Fool's Day. They made a statement in the Daily Prophet the next day .”

At this time, Ms. Rosmerta brought their sandwiches, and Luna looked away again, humming, "Weasley is our king..."

Jacqueline squinted her eyes and snorted, and started cutting her sandwich with a little resentment.Hermione didn't see her date until they finished their two sandwiches.Somewhat anxiously, she dug out a cherry from the cup, bit off the cherry, and drew on the table with the stick.

"Hey." After supporting her head and watching Hermione in a daze for a few minutes, Jacqueline finally reached out and held Hermione's hand tightly. "It's nothing to worry about. If she doesn't come, I assure you, someone will report what you want to report."

"I'm just worried that if she takes this opportunity to attack Harry and Dumbledore again..." Hermione said flatly.

Jacqueline sat up straight, and she gently kissed the corner of Hermione's mouth, "Don't worry, my girlfriend. It's not new to write bad things about Harry and Dumbledore at this time. As a reporter , a former reporter, she knows what kind of articles to publish to attract attention."

As she spoke, a good idea suddenly came to her mind, "Maybe I can 'threat' her for you." Jacqueline's mouth curled up in a mischievous arc, "As long as you promise me one thing."

Hermione raised her eyebrows with a smile, she bit her lips lightly, "Are you threatening me, Miss Graham."

Jacqueline couldn't help laughing, but she still pretended to be serious and said, "You're right, Miss Granger, I'm threatening you."

"Okay." Hermione folded her hands on her chest, and she raised her chin slightly, "So, what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to go on a date with me." Jacqueline brushed her hair together, she propped her neck on the table with her right hand again, and looked at Hermione very intently, "September NO.19, that night, you It's mine."

Hermione looked at her incredulously, she covered her mouth and blinked, "Do you know what day it is?"

"I think I know." Jacqueline nodded, and she picked up the empty glass in front of Hermione, "Let me get you another glass of cherry juice, do you need anything else?"

By the time Jacqueline returned with a plate of cheese sticks and a glass of cherry juice, Harry had arrived, looking surprised to see Rita Skeeter, a former reporter for the Daily Prophet, sitting in her seat. Min's opposite.

"One more mention of Harry's love life, and the deal falls through." Hermione looked annoyed.

"The love life of a liar, I'm afraid no one wants to see it now." Jacqueline put Hermione's cherry juice in front of her, patted Hermione's back lightly, and she glanced at Skeeter lightly .

Unemployment is not for Rita.The curls that had been carefully ironed before were found straightened and hung in a mess.The red polish had peeled off the two-inch pointed nails, and two fake jewels had fallen from the glasses.

"It looks like you're having a bad time, Miss Skeeter." Jacqueline pulled the chair next to Hermione and sat down, "Does anyone still go to your place from time to time to check your 'non-compliant' items? "

"Thank you." Skeeter took another big sip of his drink, barely moving his lips and said, "You haven't mentioned a deal yet, Miss Prudish, you just asked me to come over. Well, one day... ’ She took a shaky breath.

"Yes, one day you'll write articles attacking me and Harry," said Hermione flatly. "Why don't you find someone who cares?"

"They've written a lot about Harry this year without my help," Rita said, glancing at her over the glass, then at Jacqueline, and whispered resentfully, "and you, Miss Perfect , behind you is a knight who has polished his spear and is ready to pierce someone at any time."

"I'm not wearing a suit of armor," Jacqueline said, taking a cherry from Hermione's glass and stuffing it into her mouth. "This one is a little too sweet, don't you think?"

Skeeter glanced at Jacqueline and Hermione, she was suddenly enlightened, she was about to pull out a green quill, but she suddenly closed the purse very angrily, "You don't want me to report the relationship between you two ,Right."

"You can write what you like." Jacqueline touched another cherry out. She looked at the cherry, then at Hermione, and finally fed the cherry into Hermione's mouth.Jacqueline glanced at her index finger, which was stained red with cherry juice, and licked it in her mouth, "But what happens after that is out of your control."

Skeeter took a long sip of her drink and looked at Harry. "How do you feel, Harry? Betrayed? Distraught? Misunderstood?"

"He was angry, of course he was," said Hermione firmly, "because he told the truth to the Minister for Magic, and the Minister was too stupid to believe him."

"You really insist that the man who can't even mention his name is back?" Rita pushed her glasses down, stared at Harry sharply, her fingers longingly touched the buckle of the crocodile leather bag, "you still Holding Dumbledore's nonsense: the mysterious man is back, are you the only witness?"

"I'm not the only witness," Harry growled, "there were a dozen Death Eaters present. Want to know their names?"

"Very willing," Rita whispered, fumbling in her purse again, looking at her like Harry was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. "A big headline that catches: Potter accuses. Subhead: Harry Potter points out the Death Eaters among us. And then, under one of your big photos: Survivor of You-Know-Who attack - 15-year-old Harry Potter yesterday Accusations of prominent figures in the wizarding world being Death Eaters sparked a public outcry."

The shorthand quill was already in her hand, about to put it in her mouth, and the expression of intoxication disappeared from her face.

"Of course," she put down her quill, and gave Hermione a hard look, and Jacqueline immediately glared back at her, "Miss Perfect doesn't want this article, does she?"

"Actually," said Hermione sweetly, picking up a cheese stick, "Miss Perfection is hoping for this article."

Rita stared at Hermione, and Harry froze.Luna hummed "Weasley is our king" dreamily, stirring her drink with a cocktail onion on a stick.Jacqueline watched Hermione chew the cheese stick intently, as if that was the most important thing.

"You want me to report what he said about the man who can't even be named?" Rita whispered excitedly to Hermione.

"Yes," said Hermione, "true reporting. All the facts. Just like Harry told. He'd give full details, he'd name all the Death Eaters he saw there, he'd tell What are you Voldemort looking like now. Hey, calm down." She said contemptuously, throwing a napkin over, and subconsciously holding Jacqueline in one hand, because Rita was shocked by hearing Voldemort's name, and poured half a cup of flame Whiskey spilled all over him.

Rita wiped her dirty raincoat, still staring at Hermione.Then she said bluntly, "The Daily Prophet won't be in it. I think you know, no one believed his ridiculous story, everyone thought he was delusional. If you asked me to write from that angle... "

"We don't need another article saying Harry's crazy!" said Hermione angrily. "That's enough, thank you! I want him to have a chance to tell the truth!"

"There's no market for that kind of article," Rita said dryly.

"If you need a market," Jacqueline said flatly, "my perfect friend, you can report that you are an unregistered Animagus. A report from inside Azkaban will let you famous."

Rita glared at Jacqueline for a while, then leaned forward and said without emotion: "Where does Miss Graham think this report is suitable for publication?"

Jacqueline raised an eyebrow as she looked at Hermione.

Hermione said cheerfully, "Luna said her dad would love to publish an interview with Harry. Just post it there."

Rita looked at Luna contemptuously. "I guess your dad runs some ridiculous country tabloid? Twenty-five Ways to Interact with Muggles, and the date of the next flea market?"

"No," said Luna, dipping an onion into her glass of canyon water. "He's the editor of The Quibbler. My dad always posts important news that he thinks people need to know, and he doesn't care if he makes money."

Rita sneered, and everyone at the neighboring table turned their heads in shock. "'Important news he thinks people need to know'?" she quipped. "I could fertilize my garden with stuff from that shitty paper."

"You can just improve its taste." Hermione said with a smile

Rita stared at them both for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"The Quibbler!" she chuckled. "On The Quibbler, do you think people will take him seriously?"

"Some people don't," said Hermione calmly. "However, the "Daily Prophet" report on the Azkaban prison break incident has a lot of loopholes. I think many people will wonder if there is a better explanation. If there is another statement, even if it is published in a... She glanced at Luna. "Well, in a special issue, I think they'd like to read it, too."

Rita didn't answer right away, but tilted her head and looked shrewdly at Hermione. "Well, suppose I agree to write it," she said suddenly, "how much will I be paid?"

"I think Dad doesn't pay people to write articles," Luna said dreamily. "They write because they think it's an honor, and of course, they also want to see their names in the newspapers."

Rita seemed to swallow another mouthful of stinky juice, she turned to Hermione: "You want me to write for nothing?"

"Yes," said Hermione calmly, taking a sip of her drink.

"If you want," Jacqueline finally seemed to make up her mind, she took Hermione's wine glass and drank the last drop in it, "you can use it as your pardon for entering Azkaban. If you become famous because of this incident, maybe no one will come to trouble you again?"

"Looks like I don't have much choice, does it?" Rita's voice trembled a little.She reopened the crocodile bag, pulled out a piece of parchment, and held up the shorthand quill.

"Daddy will be very happy," said Luna happily.The muscles in Rita's mouth twitched.

"Well, Harry," said Hermione, turning to him, "are you ready to tell the truth to the public?"

"Yeah," said Harry, watching Rita spread out the parchment and set the shorthand quill up on top of it.

"Ask, Rita," Hermione said quietly, and she handed the last cheese stick to Jacqueline, who grinned and bit it.