The Son of Light of the Snake House

"Listen, ma'am, I don't have time to waste time with you like this—I mean, you know, I have more important things to do than follow you around and help you all day, and I'm not your housekeeper. Elf!" Sitting in front of the table, Daniel tugged on his cloak irritably.

"What are you talking about? Do you know how important this matter is to me?" Rita Skeeter violently hammered the table: "You..."

Daniel sneered: "That's why you keep sending me letters? Just a small matter? Can't you solve it yourself? You are an adult, why do you ask me to solve your problem?"

Rita Skeeter was on the verge of growling, and if she hadn't remembered that this was Hogsmeade's tavern, she would have stood up and cursed him.

"It's because I followed the rules you said! Do you know how low the number of acceptances of my manuscripts has dropped? Do you know how long the editor-in-chief of the "Daily Prophet" called me over to scold me? Do you know how many people have given me Write to say you're disappointed in me?"

"Oh!" Daniel blinked: "A person like you still has die-hard fans?"

"What do you mean..." Rita Skeeter was almost annoyed: "What do you mean by someone like me?!"

"You don't know yourself?" Daniel seemed to be leaving in no hurry at this time, he leaned on the back of the soft chair leisurely, and counted for her one by one with his fingers: "Look, you often make up rumors about famous people, It’s just for your own audience traffic; then you still rely on yourself as an Animagus, no one knows, and you peep around other people’s privacy before sending it out; then you also have a sinister quill assistant, which helps you slander countless people .”

"What else?" Rita Skeeter gritted her teeth, which made her ugly square face even uglier.

"Anything else? No more?" Daniel looked back at her innocently, as if he didn't realize anything at all, and then he suddenly became energetic: "Oh! I forgot! There is one more--"

He faced Rita Skeeter's twisted face, and showed a meaningful smile: "You still haven't changed your mind, but because of a little setback, you turned into the arms of the Dark Lord."

"HOWDAREYOU???" Rita Skeeter was almost insane, she yelled, "What the hell are you—"

"Shh." Daniel put his index finger on his soft lips: "Madam shouldn't speak so loudly."

Rita Skeeter froze, tried her best to suppress her anger, and finally gave in: "I only obeyed your orders to end up in this situation, you have to change your orders, or give me compensation, otherwise I might lose my job, and I think the guy behind you doesn't want to do that, either?" In the end, she still couldn't hold back the threat.

"Hmmmm, this is indeed a problem." Daniel propped his chin in distress, his eyebrows became limp: "But I have a suggestion."

"What proposal?"

"I think the quality of the box you ordered here is pretty good. It seems that you are not as poor as you said." Daniel continued: "Then there is your work—I have to say, you really proposed a good one." question, then I can give you an answer here, um, no need to consult my "upper family". "

"..." Rita Skeeter stared at him. She was just bargaining normally, but now she looks like she really succeeded in bargaining.

"My answer is no."

Rita Skeeter thought she heard it wrong, and asked in disbelief, "What?"

"No, didn't you understand?" Daniel smiled: "I'm sorry about your job. If you will be sad if you don't have a job, what does it have to do with me-I'm not happy. ?—oh, or should I say it, I was looking forward to knowing that you might lose your job and die destitute on a cold British winter night."

He patted his cloak and stood up, looked at Rita Skeeter who was still in a daze, and pulled his hood again: "Have a nice day."

As soon as he walked out of the door, he came back within two seconds: "Oh, by the way, I forgot to say - don't write me any more letters. I don't have time to read them. I don't have anything important to suggest. contact me.

One more thing, you'd better remember the agreement, if you don't abide by the agreement before you die, you won't want to know what the consequences will be - as for your editor-in-chief, if you don't like him, I suggest you kill him directly He oh. "

While talking, the beautiful boy at the door stretched out his right hand, and clenched four fingers except the thumb in front of her, then raised one corner of his mouth, and slid his thumb across his neck. Only then did he feel relaxed. leave the room.

When passing the hall, Daniel suddenly felt some vision, but when he looked over, his vision was filled with countless greenery, and the vision was very ethereal.

Probably some drunks?

Thinking of this, Daniel tilted his head slightly, and a lock of hair fell down. He tightened the hood of his cloak, hid his face in the shadows, and walked away quickly.

Rita Skeeter sat there alone for a long time, and suddenly she let out a howl of rage, which startled even the passing dingoes.

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

After breakfast on Sunday, Harry, Ron and Hermione went to the owl shack.They were to send Percy a letter, as Sirius had suggested, asking if he had seen Mr. Crouch lately.They chose Hedwig because she had been out of work for a long time.They watched it recede through the shed window, then descended the stairs to the kitchen where Hermione wanted to see Dobby and Ron wanted some finger biscuits.

Harry said, don't worry about Dobby at all, he can take care of himself, but Hermione doesn't care, she still wants to see Winky.

They were greeted cheerfully by the house-elves, bowing and curtseying, and busily preparing refreshments for them.Dobby looked ecstatic.

"Is there still that kind of finger cake?" Ron asked, looking at the smiling and bowing house elves around him.

"You just had breakfast!" said Hermione angrily.However, a large silver plate full of finger cakes was already carried by four elves, and sent to them like a whirlwind.

"Dobby, where's Winky?" Hermione asked, looking around.

"Winky's by the fire, miss," said Dobby softly, his ears drooping a little.

"Oh my God," Hermione exclaimed when she saw Winky.

Harry looked over to the fireplace, too.Winky was still sitting on the little stool from last time, but she had made herself so filthy that she almost merged with the soot-blackened brick wall behind her, making it hard to tell.Her clothes were unwashed, dirty and torn.Holding a bottle of butterbeer in her hand, she swayed slightly on the stool, her eyes fixed on the fire.As they watched her, she hiccupped heavily.

The author has something to say:

Rita: You need me, it's impossible to give up my

Daniel: Excuse me, I can. (cold)

变成阿尼马格斯路过的小天狼星：什么鬼？感谢在2021-06-2600:53:27~2021-06-2701:52:05期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Lishang;

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