In this piece of news, the rivalry and affection between the two Black brothers are elaborated to the utmost. Skitt uses every trick in the book to conduct a 'reasonable' adaptation of the affairs of the Black family.
Under her pen, the two Black brothers have become embroiled in a fight over the family estate, leading to a falling out between them; the elder brother went to Gryffindor, while the younger went to Slytherin.
She spares no detail, writing at length about how Little Sirius was grieved, heartbroken, and despairing, to the point of betraying his family origin to join Slytherin.
You know, after Skitt's embellishment, Little Sirius's motive for going to Gryffindor indeed seemed genuinely plausible, and it appears quite reasonable.
Right, this is exactly the Black family's separation history that everyone imagines…
What the people of Dai Ying love to see is nothing more than the drama of major families, the woes and disputes. Now, the crap cooked up by Rita Skitt fits their taste perfectly, so much so that everyone is willing to believe this version.
Even busybody Arthur went out of his way to visit the Black Family Mansion and inquired about this matter from Little Sirius.
Upon learning that it wasn't as Rita claimed, Mr. Weasley first expressed regret and then strongly criticized Lady Skitt for her fabrications.
Unexpectedly, the matter of Regulus turning into a Yin Corpse spread without trace and also appeared in the Prophet Daily.
"How does she know!" Little Sirius hysterically slammed the newspaper onto the table: "It's driving me crazy! Has she only learned how to fabricate stories about others in all her years at school?"
"I don't think it's that simple," Vivi frowned slightly; she felt something was amiss but couldn't pinpoint it at the moment.
Harry felt the same; he sensed things were not that simple.
But today is Christmas, no matter how angry they are, they can't go to the Prophet Daily's headquarters to settle the score with Rita Skitt.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione had prepared Christmas gifts for several days and distributed them on Christmas Day.
They also received many Christmas gifts, some from classmates and others from parents.
Ron's gifts were still some hand-knitted sweaters, this time even with Vivi's… but not Cassandra's and Pabi's, since Mrs. Weasley doesn't know of their existence.
Cassandra seemed very envious and jealous, but she insisted on showing an "I don't care" attitude.
It wasn't until Harry handed her the Christmas gift that Cassandra finally smiled faintly.
"I don't like your gift, Potter," she said loftily: "I'm just pleased you minion remembered me…"
"Alright, Miss Malfoy."
Saying this, Harry bowed deeply to Cassandra.
Cassandra squinted her eyes slightly; she was a bit unhappy now.
However, she hadn't reacted before Harry hugged her.
"What, what are you doing?" Cassandra suddenly panicked, "What are you up to, Potter! How dare you be so rude…"
"Oh, it's just a hug between friends. What's the matter with you?" Harry teased Cassandra in return, pretending nothing happened: "Why is your face red? Did you think of something inappropriate? Really—our friendship is pure…"
"Expel (Three Feet Away from the Enemy)!"
Harry was hit by Cassandra's spell and floated out of the room.
Fortunately, Harry was prepared; otherwise, it wouldn't have been floating out but a thud.
When presenting the prepared gift to Vivi, he similarly took advantage of her inattentiveness to tightly hug the girl.
Vivi's face turned a suspicious shade of red, revealing her high attack and low defense nature.
"Merry Christmas, Vivi," Harry said joyfully.
"Mm." Vivi replied softly.
When Harry left, Vivi's legs went weak, and she sat on the chair.
By Merlin…
"What about mine?"
Pabi's voice appeared from behind Harry, Ghost Lady squinting, looking more displeased than Cassandra.
"Your what?" Harry pretended to be ignorant.
"My gift!" Pabi stomped, causing a tremor, "Where's my gift? Where's my Christmas gift!"
"You mean this~" Harry laughed and pulled a handful of grass from behind: "Here, have some grass—"
"Ah, you rascal!" Pabi was flustered, reaching out to hit Harry.
However, Harry squeezed the grass upwards, producing a delicate rose.
"Here." Harry handed the flower to Pabi, "This is an Alchemy product, even ghosts can feel the fragrance of the flower, it's yours—"
With that, Harry stuffed the flower into Pabi's hand, which was stunned, turned, and left without a trace.
As he went downstairs, Little Sirius came up like a rendezvous.
"How did it go, Harry?" he asked gossipingly: "Isn't the trick I taught you useful?"
"You're the one! Godfather!" Harry gave Little Sirius a sincere thumbs-up; my godfather is still my godfather...
The way he simultaneously gave gifts to three women and made their faces blush, Harry felt it was fantastic!
With heaven as a witness, Merlin as well, Harry had never had such an experience.
Little Sirius was even happier, he now temporarily abandoned any notions about Slytherin women; in his view, he had finally fulfilled his role in front of his godson, which made him happiest.