HP Dear Miss Freak

    "The beginning of a fairy tale is often from home to Diagon Alley. Sylvia is experiencing what she sees as the usual opening of a fanboy."

    Our story begins with Miss Sylvia Tonks.

    Compared to other book wearers, her travel experience is not good at all. If a college student's soul wears a child's body, it doesn't matter if the child's soul is not dissipated, and he still competes with college students for control of his body all day long. How to do? Online wait, very urgent.

    Sylvia's residual thoughts were too tenacious, and it didn't slowly dissipate away from this body until she was eight years old. It's easy to say that our heroine has lost her temper since she was a child, and magic riots are commonplace, but she sometimes behaves like a schizophrenic, and her personality is uncertain. This worries Sylvia's mom Andromeda, especially when even her eldest daughter calls her little one a freak.

    Sylvia Tonks. A half-blood witch.

    Her sister Nymphadora Tonks, a disguised Magus who is four years older than her. Of course Sylvia too, they both inherited it from their mother.

    Sylvia was very curious whether the Tonks and his wife once had a little life that fell early or she just came to a parallel world. But these are not important, the important thing is that she came to this world. In a sense, the dream has come true.

    And this story can start when Sylvia is eleven years old.

    "Come down for dinner! Little freak!" No doubt, this little freak was calling Sylvia, and the one who called out this sentence was her sister Nymphadora Tang x.

    "Coming soon! Auntie!" Sylvia responded with her loudest voice, sitting up from the bed.

    In addition to some weird behaviors that were out of her control when she was a child, she is really like a freak now, like a 21st century college student who sleeps until 12 o'clock and wakes up at night until 2 or 3 o'clock .

    Sylvia jumped out of the bed and opened the skylight of the room, then stepped on the low stool and climbed to the roof. That's right, her room was in their attic. Of course, she asked for it herself, and Andromeda couldn't beat her so unique little daughter.

    The small TV in the room is connected to the game console, the bedside has a mini projector and a modified stereo, and there is a karaoke area with a jukebox plus a microphone. This last part was Nymphadora Tonks' selfishness, and she did it, and Merlin knew how much she liked the Weird Sisters. Sylvia often laments her sister's fanaticism in chasing stars.

    Of course, Sylvia is also a little witch. There are posters of Puddlemere United and Ireland on the walls, and her beloved Comet 260 in the corner. There are all kinds of novels on the shelves, Muggle and wizarding as well. A large box on the desk is full of board games she made. The large plush rug makes it easy for her to lie down and sleep at any time. All kinds of big dolls are piled up on the big soft bed. The wardrobe is also a mix of wizards and muggles. Sylvia also indulges in mashups at times, which in a way confirms the weirdness people talk about.

    Outside the skylight is a huge plane tree, Sylvia often climbs out from here, of course, when she is grounded after an accident, or when she sneaks out to play.

    "Brother Bird, are you hungry?" Sylvia looked at the owl that had just joined their house, and he was combing his feathers on the roof. Brother Bird looked very much like Sylvia, and she could tell at a glance that he was also a freak. It was bought by Ted Tonks for her young daughter as an early school gift. Of course, Sylvia had received the admission notice to Hogwarts a few days ago.

    "Brother Bird! Just take care of me!" Sylvia roared, and Brother Bird looked at her with unruly eyes. He is a long-tailed forest owl, very rebellious. "You ignore me and I'm leaving! I'll eat it myself!" Sylvia picked up the bag of owl concentrate in her hand and waved her head back. Brother Bird quickly fluttered into Sylvia's arms, waiting for his master to pour breakfast into his basin.

    "I just said that I didn't mean your feed to eat by myself!" Sylvia said in a shocked voice, watching him gobble. I always felt like he was poking at me. Sylvia thought so. Her owl is quite arrogant. A arrogant, cold and handsome guy, how cute and likable. She always thought so.

    "Can't get down?" Sylvia heard the position of the partition being knocked. And she found the square board with ease, and pulled it at the position of the circle. Nymphadora's angry face and flaming red hair came into view.

    "Isn't this coming? I'm feeding Brother Bird. You let me go down." Sylvia said, and her sister withdrew from the stairs to give her a place to go downstairs .

    This cheap five pound wooden ladder is the only way to Sylvia's room. Sylvia fell from here after getting up in a daze countless times.

    "What the **** is that name? Can't you call him Hank or Louis?" Dora said, she didn't like being called Nymphadora.

    "What the **** is your color? How beautiful was the white yesterday?" Sylvia pointed to her hair and ran downstairs briskly.

    "You've always been black." She followed up angrily.

    "I like black hair, and I have black hair." Sylvia said casually. She misses her dark hair and dark eyes quite a bit.

    "This is really the most normal and ordinary thing about you." Dora said, hooking Sylvia's shoulders and pulling her downstairs.

    "I'll go by myself. My aunt." Sylvia rolled her eyes.

    "We agreed to go to Diagon Alley today. We all got up early, how about you?" Dora pressed Sylvia to the dining table.

    "Good morning. My beautiful mommy." Sylvia said sweetly, and gave Andromeda, who was sitting opposite, knitting a scarf, a big smile.

    "Flatty." Dora said and sat down beside Sylvia.

    "I'm sensible." Sylvia raised her head proudly.

    "Mom, look at her! Her brain is not normal." Dora rolled her eyes.

    "Okay. Let's eat quickly." Andromeda said and waved her wand, and the milk in the cup warmed up in the girls' hands.

    "Thank you mom!" Sylvia said happily.

    "It's not you, you got up so late. Little lazy pig!" Dora said angrily.

    "My good sister. When did you see me get up at nine o'clock?" Sylvia pointed to the clock on the wall and said, "I'm still with Ai at this time. Dan Lynch met in a dream."

    "Really? Why don't you continue to discuss Quidditch with Mr. Lin Qi?" She snorted coldly and ate the toast in her hand.

    "Because I heard a troll yelling, and came down to eat! Little freak!"

    "You!" Dora raised the toast to cover Sylvia's face.

    "I'm too lazy to bother with you." Dora took a sip of milk.

    Andromeda is delighted that she has two lively daughters, and she has always enjoyed the girls' gags.

    By the way, Sylvia was born in 1977. How can anyone be so coincidental, after crossing the same grade as the savior. But Sylvia didn't care. As a full member, she just wanted to enjoy the Hogwarts campus life. And who wouldn't want Nymphadora Tonks as his own sister? Who doesn't love Nymphadora Tonks? Although Sylvia likes to choke her and fight her, it doesn't prevent her from loving Dora very much.

    Ted is going to work at the Ministry of Magic, so the girls follow Andromeda through the Floo network to Diagon Alley.

    "There must be a lot of people here a few days later." Dora raised her head and said, "Did I tell you? It's definitely right to follow me." Andromeda smiled and rubbed Rubbing her eldest daughter's head, Sylvia looked around and ignored her.

    "Where shall we go first? How about Lihen Bookstore, my dears." Andromeda asked with a smile, "You all need to buy textbooks."

    "I want to go to the Jumping and Playing trick shop." Sylvia looked at the trick shop not far away and even wanted to do a 100-meter sprint.

    "Mom expects you to study harder." Dora said. She just finished her O.W.Ls exam, though not particularly top-notch.

    "Let's go buy textbooks first." Sylvia took her mother and walked to Lichen Bookstore, "I can work hard!"

    Andromeda smiled and let Sylvia pull her away.

    "Sick." Dora raised her eyebrows and followed them into the Lihen Bookstore.

    "I will do whatever my mother wants me to do." Sylvia showed a pleasing smile.

    "Are you trying to beg me to buy you a trick product?" Andromeda scratched the bridge of her little daughter's nose, which was easy to see.

    "Why can't you do it if Mom wants you to go to bed early and get up early?" Dora said bluntly, picking out all the textbooks Sylvia needed and stuffing them into her arms.

    "It's harder than getting me the first place in the grade." Sylvia said depressedly.

    "Can you be the first in the grade? Searle." Andromeda asked with a smile, walking towards the counter.

    "It's hard for me to go to bed early and get up early." Sylvia smiled again.

    "School is about to start, let's see what you do." Dora put a large stack of books on the counter, and Andromeda smiled and bought textbooks for her girls.

    "Buy this!" Sylvia suddenly saw a Chinese book on the shelf, she excitedly handed it to Andromeda, "I will definitely change it when school starts! Don't worry, good sister ." She looked at Dora.

    "It's hard to put people at ease." Dora said, helping her sister to pick up the big bag of books, "I really don't know why you like Chinese, it's more difficult to understand than ancient rune."

    "Because of love." Sylvia raised her eyebrows and took the bag of books.

    Fortunately, the Tonks family traveled to China together when Sylvia was five years old, and she took this opportunity to immediately propose to learn Chinese.

    "What story is this book about this time?" Andromeda asked.

    "This one." Sylvia took the "History of Chinese Magic" in her hand and cushioned it, "It's not a Chinese fairy tale, it's a Chinese history of magic."

    "Nimbus 1500." Sylvia looked at the new broom in the Quidditch boutique window and shook her head. They had just bought their robes, and Andromeda went to buy the scales and the cauldron for them both. And their two Quidditch fans came to Diagon Alley, and there must be no shortage of stops and appreciation in front of the Quidditch boutique window.

     "It looks pretty good." Dora nodded.

    "I dare not say that Nimbus will release a new one in two years." Sylvia pointed to the price, "and the price/performance ratio is better than this." Make it fun.

    "How do you know?" Another boy came out of the Quidditch shop who asked Dora in unison. He has a broom repair box in his hand, which seems to be the purpose of his entry into the boutique.

    "Because the Nimbus 1500 has been out for a long time and no new products have been released, so I think they must be secretly upgrading and improving." Sylvia is talking nonsense, knowing the plot and this kind of thing Can't say anything.

    The tall boy nodded.

    "Do you think it makes sense?" Sylvia wondered.

    "I think it makes sense," he said thoughtfully.

    "That's Oliver Wood of Gryffindor, a complete Quidditch fanatic." Dora whispered. Sylvia immediately stared at Oliver with wide eyes. Brown inch head, brown eyes, tall, stocky build, that's right, the Quidditch freak.

    "You're Tonks from Hufflepuff." He seemed to recognize Dora right away. "You changed your hair color again?"

    "Look at my mood." Dora made her hair brown with ease.

    "You know each other?" Sylvia asked.

     "Played games." Oliver said with a smile, "Tonks is a very good Chaser."

    "Huh. Not bad." Sylvia smiled and poked Dora.

    "Fuck off." Dora rolled her eyes.

    "What about you. Are you playing well too?" Sylvia looked at Oliver.

    "He." Dora laughed suddenly, "I still remember the scene where he caught the ball with his face last semester."

    "Hello. This..." Oliver immediately showed an embarrassed expression.

    "That's also a tactic." Sylvia gave him a step, "Who stipulated that goalkeepers must catch the ball with their hands?"

    "You cow, real cow!" Dora turned her back and continued to laugh.

    "How do you know I'm the goalie?" Oliver asked.

    "It's fine if you are a Chaser. Chasers can also use their faces." Sylvia said solemnly.

    Oliver scratched the back of his head embarrassedly: "I'm Oliver Wood."

    "I am Tonks too. Sylvia Tonks." She reached out and shook his.

    "Your sister?" He looked at Dora.

    "What? Not like?" Dora turned to look at him.

    "You don't look like a sister." Sylvia said, and was punched hard by her sister.

    "You wait for me." She said viciously.

    "I'm going to school this year, see you at school." Sylvia smiled and patted Oliver's shoulder.

    After so long, I finally met an acquaintance, right?

    Oliver smiled and waved to Sister Tonks. Andromeda also came back from afar, bringing the school supplies Sylvia needed.

    "I want to buy another cauldron." Sylvia looked at her mother.

    "Why?" Andromeda was puzzled.

     "Just buy her another one, I think she will burn more than one cauldron in the future." Dora said with a smile.

    "Do you think I'm you?" Sylvia said dismissively.

     Of course I have my own magic.

    Of course, nothing is more exciting than the wand. Sylvia has already begun to rub her hands excitedly.

    "Nervous." Dora smiled at her behavior.

    "What do you know? I'm going to have my own wand soon." Sylvia said with a stare.

    "How come I don't understand? I did the same six years ago." Dora said with a stare.

    "Aren't you nervous? We are really sisters." Sylvia smiled meanly, and was pushed by her sister.

    Olivander's Wand Shop does look small and shabby, with the peeling gold sign on the door saying, Ollivander: Since 382 B.C.E. A well-crafted wand. Just as Sylvia remembers the original: A wand stands alone on a faded purple cushion in a dusty window.

    "Mrs Tonks, long time no see." Greetings from Mr. Ollivander and Andromeda.

    "Hello, Mr. Ollivander." Andromeda was always so graceful, "I'm here to buy my little girl a wand."

    "Oh? Little Miss Tonks?" He looked at Sylvia. Mr. Ollivander had the intelligent and kind eyes Sylvia imagined.

    "Mr. Ollivander, good day." Sylvia gave a big smile, "I'm Sylvia Tonks."

    "Hello, Miss Tonks Jr. Miss Nymphadora Tonks, it seems like it was yesterday that you came to me to buy a wand." Ollivander looked at Dora and said .

    "Long time no see. Mr. Ollivander." Dora also showed a big smile.

    "So I can get my wand?" Sylvia said excitedly. Andromeda smiled dotingly and rubbed her little daughter's head.

    "Of course. Of course. Little Miss Tonks." Mr. Ollivander turned and walked towards the rows of cabinets. With a banging sound, Sylvia and Dora looked at each other and laughed.

    After a while, Ollivander returned to everyone's sight. "Try this one." He pulled out an old wooden box that was dusty and looked like it hadn't been taken out in years. When the box was opened, a slender but oddly shaped wand lay on a smoky grey cushion. The body of the stick is white, like a dead branch carved from white jade.

    "Try it." Dora urged, "Swipe."

    Sylvia picked up her wand under Mr. Ollivander's gaze. She had already felt a magical warmth seep from her fingertips to her palms and then to her arms, all the way to her heart, like a distant resonance, a feeling of seeing each other late. Sylvia somehow knew that the wand belonged to her.

    Sylvia waved lightly, and the tip of the staff filled her field of vision with a dazzling light, but it was not dazzling at all, although Andromeda and Dora clearly expressed discomfort.

    "I haven't seen such a powerful little wizard for a long time." Mr. Ollivander said with a smile, "You are just like your sister. You will be a very good witch."

    "Thank you. Mr. Ollivander." Sylvia said with a smile.

    "Aspen, dragon heart, twelve and one-half inches, the flexibility and flexibility are very suitable." Mr. Ollivander said, "Aspen is very cherished Wood, the ability to cast spells is very strong, suitable for the destined duelist. Dragon Heart can make the most powerful wand, and can cast those extremely gorgeous and complex spells. Wands made of Dragon Heart tend to have rapid learning ability ."

    "Thank you!" Sylvia said happily again, particularly pleased with her wand.

    "Son," Mr. Ollivander said before Sylvia left, "this wand has a very tricky eye, and no wizard has been able to see it for decades, it looks like It is only in your hands that it can exert its greatest power. You must be a very good witch."

    "Thank you! Sir!" Sylvia smiled again.

    "There was a silver spear dueling club in the eighteenth century, and they only accepted wizards with aspen wands." Andromeda rubbed Sylvia's head and said, "It means that we Little Seale would be a pretty good duelist."

     "How? Do you want to be an Auror with me?" Dora said while wrapping her arms around Sylvia's shoulder.

    "You are not yet." Andromeda smiled and rubbed Dora's head.

    "I will definitely be." Dora raised her head and said, "I got several excellent in the O.W.Ls exam."

    "She will be." Sylvia said, looking at her mother.

    "Yo. The sun is out in the west? How can you help me today?" Dora said with a smile.

    "You will be. I will be." Sylvia also put her shoulders.

    "Our family will have two female Aurors." Andromeda said, eyes full of pride.

    "Relax! Mom." Sylvia looked at Andromeda, "We'll all make you proud."

    She knows, she will.

    It's a joy to feel confident.

    Sylvia couldn't help but think so again.

    The author has something to say:

    I really like Gemini! ! So there is this story!

    To our twin Weasleys.

    It's my first time writing an article and I'll be very happy if someone likes it! !

    I love writing dialogues, I don’t know if it will be annoying hahahaha

    I hope you will comment more! ! This is really important to me! ! !

    I think everyone basically starts with our little Harry, but I hope Little Seale is the one who grew up with the Gemini!

    Here in advance! The second male is the original Ravenclaw!

    I hope you all like my original kids woohoo!