HP Dear Miss Freak

    "In this turbulent world, there is no time for you to grow up slowly."

    Slytherin and Gryffindor seem to be synonymous with each other.

    From the point of view of Sylvia as a melon eater, the snake and lion underground love is of course very cute. Apparently, her acceptance is much better than her roommates. At Arya's confession, all the girls in the dorm were shocked.

    The biggest conflict at present is not about Arya's feelings, but about Oliver's impending victory in this year's Quidditch House Cup. This made the girls' dormitory atmosphere tense. The Quidditch fight with Slytherin could be a top priority for Gryffindor.

    Sylvia didn't know if it was the reason why Gryffindor would be far behind Hufflepuff, causing Slytherin to underestimate the enemy a little. And this time, in the Snakehawk event that came to an end, Slytherin pulled a big score, for fear that Gryffindor would take a little advantage.

    But those little snakes probably couldn't imagine that the Gryffindor Seeker was no longer the little boy riding the Nimbus 2000. Sylvia proposes to let Harry hide the fire temporarily and surprise everyone during the game. Obviously, the scene of exclamations in the auditorium at this time was also Sylvia's expectation.

    "You sure can handle that broom, Potter?" Draco dragged his two little henchmen to the long Gryffindor table in a long, unpleasant tone. This is of course what Sylvia expected.

    "Yo! Brother Long! Come see the broom?" Sylvia smiled and patted Draco on the shoulder.

    "You! You, you, stay away from me!" As soon as Draco turned his head, he immediately put on a ghostly expression, and hurriedly turned his eyes away after a few seconds. Crabbe and Goyle. Although he knew that these two guys didn't dare to stand in front of him when Sylvia was there.

    "Is the arm okay?" Sylvia raised her eyebrows with a relieved expression, "That's great! You don't know how worried I am that you won't be able to play Quidditch again. Yes! I secretly wipe your tears every day in the middle of the night." Harry and Ron looked at each other, no longer covering their smiles.

    "Look who this is?" Fred suddenly jumped out and slapped Draco on the back, causing the young master to almost fall forward and fall to the ground, "Master Malfoy! What is it? Did the wind blow you here?"

    "Is it your Slytherin's weakness or our Gryffindor's good wind?" Sylvia took up the conversation in a good mood. George squeezed in next to Harry and Ron and occupied an excellent spectator position, watching Draco stop talking while being sandwiched between Fred and Sylvia.

    Afraid? It's normal to be afraid.

    George looked at the scene in front of him with delight, and exchanged glances with his roommates.

    "Oh." Draco still raised his head, "If your brains can still function normally, you should remember who won the game against Ravenclaw not only for his teammates In the time to draw points, he also took down the Golden Snitch in one fell swoop."

    "I really didn't see it." Sylvia scratched the back of her head honestly. She was busy with the work of the prefect, as well as the special training for exam preparation and Patronus Charm, not to mention sports competitions, and even the training was absent several times.

    "Why should we pay attention to the Slytherin-Ravenclaw match?" Fred clicked. No matter which side it was, he was extremely disgusted, "You should keep your eyes open and watch today's game. Cheer for us in advance! Boy!"

    "Then I advise you to be careful." Dracoha snorted, "Think about why the Quidditch House Cup is held in Slytherin every year?"

    "I advise you to be careful!" Ron shouted loudly, "To open your eyes today, what are you holding? Nimbus 2001?"

    "Don't I know better than you? Weasley?" Draco frowned and said in disgust, "There are many advantages, but it does not mean that everyone can ride it To the Snitch." After he put down his harsh words, he turned and walked towards their long table.

    Nice!

    Sylvia didn't hear Draco's snarky remarks mocking Harry's attack by Dementors, and the corners of her mouth almost went to her temples. Even though the young master will still have some fun for himself, he is no longer cheap.

    "Eh! What a smirk?" Fred waved in front of Sylvia, interrupting her loving smile. The Gryffindor table had refocused on the fire, but Fred's eyes were still on the girl.

    "What's the fuss about?" Fred twitched the corners of his mouth, "You can say that. Dumbledore chose you as prefect because you like to take care of your business. Bar?"

    "Sylvia, you don't know." George smiled and patted Sylvia's shoulder, "The expression you just said seemed to be your son."

    "I don't want it!" Sylvia immediately stared, as if she was really frightened, "I don't want a son like that! No! Absolutely not!"

    "That's right, I don't want me either." Fred shook his head in agreement, and the next second he was punched by Sylvia on the arm, "Hey! You're sick again. already?"

    "Doesn't you have a mouth? Answer everything?" Sylvia couldn't control her easy anger and anger, and grabbed two pieces on the table after saying this. Bun quickly left the auditorium.

    "It's not...I..." Fred was stunned, looking at George, who almost turned his back while smiling, "I really thought about it just now. No, who would have thought of this many?"

    "It doesn't matter, buddy." George laughed until tears came, "What matters is her reaction."

    Fred looked in the direction Sylvia left, clutching his numb arm and couldn't help laughing.

    The weather is pretty good today. But if, as Sylvia expected, the Dementors were drawn in by the joy that flooded the pitch, it could quickly become freezing cold.

    "How's your Patronus Charm doing?" Sylvia asked Harry before the match.

    "It's progressing somewhat." Harry smiled back and hugged his fire, "I heard from Professor Lupin that you've made it. Congratulations."

    "You have to catch up." Sylvia said bitterly, "I'll leave it alone. If you don't learn, I'll take you to practice during the summer vacation!" She Knowing that the best part of the year is missing, Harry must also learn the Patronus Charm at the end of the term. She knew how important this spell was to the little savior.

    "Don't worry. So is the spell, so is the game." Harry was glad that Sylvia had been paying attention to him, "I also put on my goggles just in case."

    "I suggest you bring a wand just in case." Sylvia suggested involuntarily, "If it rains suddenly, you can also use the one that Hermione gave you last time. Waterproof Charm."

    "You're right." Harry nodded, stuffing his wand into the pocket under his Quidditch robe.

    "You don't have anything to say to me?" Fred leaned over to hook Sylvia's shoulders and took her away from Harry.

    "You? What do you have to worry about? Could you possibly make a mistake?" Sylvia snorted coldly and patted Fred's back.

    "That's right." The tall red-haired boy walked out with his bat in good spirits.

    "They're on! The excitement of this game is the fire that Harry from Gryffindor rides! According to the book Sorting Broomsticks, the fire □ will be the first choice for the national team participating in this year's World Cup-"

    "Jordan! Could you please tell us how the game went?"

    Sylvia sat in the audience listening to Lee's explanation in a good mood, and also heard Professor McGonagall's dissatisfaction. Thinking about it carefully, because Harry was injured in the first year and encountered the influence of the copy of the Chamber of Secrets in the second year, this is indeed the first time he has encountered Qiu.

    The thing I'm most sorry for is that you lost your first love.

    Sylvia shook her head with emotion, and in her heart frantically offered a sincere apology to Harry who couldn't see his figure clearly.

    "You also think you will lose?" Hoddle came to the row behind Sylvia and took a seat, "He shook his head like a side effect of drinking the failed potion you made."

    "My God? Are you still going to watch Quidditch?" Sylvia sighed in disbelief, but her eyes were still on the field, "Is there not enough books in the library? Or did you also vacate the second floor of the DeVise and Bans store? Didn’t you spend the whole day studying in the lounge without leaving the door? You also chose nights.”

    "Occasionally check it out. It's not that you've been whispering Quidditch in my ear all day long, Aidan Lynch is the best Seeker in the world...I don't Seeing that you are going to nag me, you have never seen it before, and you are going to ridicule me again when I am here. Are you annoying?" Hoddle took a bubble gum out of his mouth and put it in his mouth.

    "Can you talk so long today?" Sylvia finally laughed and turned to look at him, "Are you in a good mood?"

    "My Defense Against the Dark Arts class was excellent in the last quiz." Hoddle didn't hold back the smile on his face.

    "Let me just say it? Professor Lupin is the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor in the world!" Sylvia nodded with satisfaction.

    Suddenly, from the corner of Sylvia's eyes, she saw a Bludger flying in this direction, but a red figure rushed over at a faster speed. Fred blocked Sylvia with a dashing rollover and had no trouble hitting the ball across the court.

    "Fred...that ball was hit on purpose..." Sylvia muttered after receiving a fleeting glance from Fred.

    "His brother may want to blow our heads." Hoddle shrugged.

    That's not George.

    Sylvia is clear. It was Fred who hit the ball over and blocked the ball.

    "Eighty points ahead." Sylvia looked back at the scoreboard and shouted happily, "I knew my girls—ah! Damn it! When did you come? !" As she spoke, she suddenly found Hermione sitting next to her, and almost had a cardiac arrest.

    "I've always been here." Hermione didn't look bad at all. She was stuffing something into her neckline and took the binoculars out of her pocket.

    "You really scared me, my dear Min." Sylvia understood how she did it, but she was taken aback by surprise, "You are so smart, I wouldn't be surprised to say you can Apparate."

    "Apparition is not allowed in Hogwarts." Hoddle and Hermione said in unison, they both looked at each other, nodded politely, and then looked back at the arena.

    "Of course I know! Did I just say a compliment?" Sylvia wanted to explain, but neither of them seemed to want to pay attention to her. But Sylvia started a new topic: "You look too bad. I heard Harry say you took a lot of courses, didn't you?"

    "Yes..." Hermione sighed slightly, "Mainly... I have too many things to do."

    "Tell me, is there anything I can help you with?" Sylvia said and moved closer to her.

    "Nothing...that's Hagrid...ah! Yes! You might really be able to!" Hermione suddenly caught Sylvia's arm and shook frantically, "Sylvia, you He must have read more books than me! Is there any way to help Hagrid in his lawsuit?"

    "I don't read as many books as you." Sylvia smiled embarrassedly, "Is it about Buckbeak? Malfoy has trouble with Hagrid? How is it now? already?"

    "Buckbeak's trial on the Dangerous Creatures Commission case is next Friday." Hermione shook her head, "I found a lot of information for Hagrid. I wanted to come to you too. Help, but I heard from Fred and George that you've been so busy with your O.W.Ls exams. But I think... it's all about make or break! It's only one week left! So I thought..."

    "Are you thinking or should you come for help?" Hoddle nodded slightly, "But you should know that if it was useful to reason with those guys, there would be no such case. ."

    "You really can speak clearly. I didn't expect you to care about this matter?" Sylvia looked at Hoddle and didn't know what to say for a while. But he was right. Hoddle always thinks about one thing quite clearly, and then decides whether it is worth doing.

    "..." Hoddle was silent for a while before answering her question, "I heard it from our academy."

    "I know...but I have to help Hagrid." Hermione looked at Hoddle and said firmly.

    "Yeah—" Sylvia propped her head up and looked at the stadium and whispered, "Success or failure is really a matter of this... It's the last week... Leave it to me."

    "To you?" Hoddle frowned.

    "Yes." Sylvia looked at Hoddle again, "I know what you said, but I will definitely help Hagrid."

    "Eh..." Hermione stood up suddenly and put down the telescope, "Damn!"

    Dementors.

    Sylvia could feel a chill. The professor in the stands clearly discovered this earlier, and many people stood up, causing quite a bit of agitation.

    "The game should be suspended!" Hermione looked at the gathered Dementors and pulled Sylvia's arm nervously.

    "It's crazy...it's too much..." Sylvia once again felt what it meant, even if she was mentally prepared, she was still caught off guard. Her eyes fell on Fred, just in time to meet the nervous look on his back.

    Go.

    Sylvia subconsciously wanted to shout, but Dumbledore's voice to calm everyone down resounded in the audience. Some of the professors greeted the students to evacuate urgently, and some took out their wands and released their patron saints. Sylvia also drew out her wand and put Hermione behind her.

    "Damn it." Hoddle frowned and tutted, "I'm going to evacuate the Ravenclaw students."

    "You go quickly." Sylvia didn't look back, staring at the red figure in the sky, "If you see Robert tell him I'll come right away."

    Sylvia saw a silvery light streak across the sky. It was emanating from the tip of Harry's wand, hitting the Dementor right in front of him. At the same time, Sylvia took the telescope in Hermione's hand. She saw clearly that Harry stretched his wand-holding hand even longer, successfully closing his fingers over the golden shadow.

    The professors quickly brought the scene under control, but there were always a few that slipped through the net. Percy beckoned all the prefects to help evacuate the students, and Sylvia was completely relieved after making sure that the twins and the rest of the team had fallen back to the ground.

    "Hermione, go!" Sylvia shoved the binoculars into Hermione's arms and pulled her out of the audience, greeting the others, "Gryffindor students! This is not interesting things! Hurry up!"

    "Here!" Ron waved in front of them, and Sylvia handed Hermione into his hands with great confidence. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a dementor rushing towards the top of the stand, and she turned around and rushed up without hesitation.

    "Ciel!" Hermione exclaimed, she wanted to grab the little lion's hand but failed.

    "Go!" Sylvia shouted, she didn't know who she was talking to. She quickly ran up to Jack and Andrew, and Romilda with them.

    "Prefect!" The first-year Gryffindor students walked down, but couldn't help but look back at Sylvia.

    "God Guard!"

    Sylvia thought she was handsome.

    This is the first time she has had a decent fight with a Dementor. She saw the silver-white light gushing from the tip of the wand illuminated the top of the stand, and a brave silver rabbit ran along the river of light, slamming its head into the black robe of the Dementor.

    What made her even happier was that the smile that had just disappeared in her mind reappeared in front of her. When she turned her head to look at the ground subconsciously, Fred was watching her with a smile, and under Percy's urging, he backed away to the side of the field.

    "Hey! Fred!" George took Fred's shoulder and walked out with him, "Is that the patron saint of Cyr? I've never seen such a fierce rabbit. ."

    "What else is there to say?" Fred raised his eyebrows proudly, "You have seen the most powerful Miss Auror in the future."

    Sylvia stayed on the field to help a little. It wasn't until she watched all the students leave the venue that she asked Dumbledore to leave first.

    Looking at Mr. Principal's expression, he and Fudge are probably going to have an unpleasant conversation.

    Sylvia had just left the field when she unexpectedly saw a sparkling head not far away.

    It is better to come early than to come by chance.

    "Dragon baby! Why are you leaving so late? Shouldn't you be the fastest runner?" Sylvia smiled and patted Draco on the shoulder, who turned his head Glancing at her.

    "You're very capable, Tonks." Draco snorted coldly, "Having a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor open the back door for you, did you learn something?"

    "If you want to learn from me, I will teach you." Sylvia felt a little regretful. If she could, she would like to meet the patron saint of Mr. Malfoy Jr.

    "You teach me?" Draco said with disgust on his face, "You're so happy you won the game that your mind is stupid?" But he glanced at the Quidditch behind him. The stadium slowed down: "You earned it, it's really hard for Fudge to end this one. Your favorite headmaster is probably going to negotiate terms with the Ministry of Magic. Fortunately, no one has an accident, otherwise Fudge will have a good day. It's over."

    I am really happy. Sylvia walked forward cheerfully. Also because Draco and Slytherin's students would scare Harry by pretending to be Dementors, but he didn't. He has indeed avoided many famous scenes this year. Draco was indeed a visible feedback of her efforts. It seemed that she should visit Reynolds sometime. Regarding the rotation of the astrolabe, she has to organize her thoughts and ask for advice.

    "What are you laughing at? You're as stupid as a troll." Draco was inexplicably annoyed, and stepped up to the castle.

    "Don't go, don't go. I do have something to come to you." Sylvia grabbed Draco's arm and let go when he turned around, "I think Talk to you about my big friend."

    "Ha!" Draco said with a long overdue expression, "Won't you come to plead for Hagrid and his pheasant? I really like seeing you have to bow your head Look, Tonks."

    "Does this mean being able to bend and stretch?" Sylvia was not provoked by him at all, "If you were waiting for me to bow your head, it would be better, I am not here now. ?"

    "You still don't understand?" Draco snorted, "Do you think I'm being a child?" Sylvia can easily find that in front of her, Draco I hate being mentioned as being childish. "Tonks, last year I said those words because I..."

    "You're wrong first, you're right." Sylvia took his words unceremoniously. Just when Draco's eyes widened and he was about to explode, he said quickly: "No, it's an old problem for me to love to continue. You continue to say ignore me."

    "I always insist that if you dare to shoot Malfoy, you should bear the corresponding consequences." Draco said fiercely, "You think that is your victory? That is..."

    "You saw that I was willing to bow my head for my family, so you were merciful and wanted to let me go." Sylvia continued, "Right? Malfoy Another great feature of the family is the sophistication and sophistication. There is no need to make things too extreme and force people to death." She knew that this young master no matter what kind of language the soft part of his heart gave birth to, he said it as soon as he spoke. It's definitely getting bittersweet. "So you want Hagrid to come and confess to you?"

    "That beast made me lose face and hurt my arm!" Draco glared and growled, "Do you think of me as one of your kind-hearted friends?"

    "Yes." Sylvia nodded.

    "...Sick." Draco was stunned for a while, suddenly he didn't know how to answer, and in the end he just scolded and turned his head away.

    "I don't understand what's the difference between these two times." Sylvia caught up with him and continued to ask, "I was so annoying and you let me go, why did you treat Buckby Kill them all?"

    "Why do you want to get cheap and sell well?"

    "Do you really want a life like this to disappear under the light words of your father?"

    "In what capacity are you teaching me?"

    "Do you really want it to die?"

    "You wouldn't want revenge if you were the one who suffered, would you? Because you're a saint Tonks!"

    "Do you really want it to die?"

    Sylvia raised her volume, and Draco's heavy footsteps stopped.

    "You don't want to, Draco." Sylvia whispered, "You know it's a life."

    "Interesting...why do you want me to step back? Why are you still being sought after by everyone after you have made many mistakes, deducted points and locked up? And I will always be the bad guy?" Draco clenched his fists, Staring at the ground, "If it was you who was hurt, do you think your uncle would be more angry than my father?" He took a deep breath, turned to look at Sylvia, rolled his eyes with his arms folded, and raised his chin. Putting on a look of jealousy and disdain: "Sylvia Tonks! I do admire your glibness for taking all the benefits to yourself! You are always the truth! You are not a saint! You are a sage!"

    "You're not a bad guy, Draco. Didn't you hear it when we met last summer? You can do a lot of things I can't, and you're undoubtedly among your peers Excellent wizard." Sylvia whispered, "If you think people are prejudiced against you, the best way is to change, not to break the jar."

    "Yeah yeah." Draco laughed sarcastically, "So do I deserve to take a step back? To change everyone's opinion is to make me look like a person who is upside down and held by you. Stupid nose!

    "Or a smart guy who takes the lead for a while but quickly decides his pros and cons after careful consideration." Sylvia smiled and patted Draco's shoulder, "You never knew you wanted to What is it, Draco."

    She didn't say much, and walked towards the castle with a quick and easy pace. From time to time, the wand in his hand burst out with a few small silver stars. She felt even better when she thought that the food that Fred and George had smuggled back from Hogsmeade was what she would see back.

    The author has something to say:

    Hello everyone, it's Quidditch time again.

    It's too hard to write, **** it, so I didn't write much (hahahahahaha, but this year's Quidditch team is quite critical, so there will be a chapter dedicated to Quidditch later odd chapter.

    The love agent incident of the pair of roommates is left to them to solve by themselves. Although it is a small episode, the main purpose is to pull in Seale and Fred hahahahaha (everything is for the West er service

    I checked the time, this summer vacation will be updated three times a week, and the two of them will understand each other's feelings.

    One hundred chapters, take a look at the manuscript box, and then smile at ease.

    Draco remodeling plan - how long was it last time? Hahaha I guess it's 60% now! Thank you to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2021-07-14 20:11:43~2021-07-1819:55:10~

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