HP Dear Miss Freak

    "If you like someone's eyes, you can't deceive them. It's simply announcing the brightness of this joy to the whole world. It's not because you love you, so you become bright. It's your brightness , shined into my eyes, and I didn't let it escape."

    "You wrote this?" Hoddle suddenly appeared in the library and caught Sylvia, who was studying Potions, and slapped the parchment on the table.

    "Um...if you still recognize the words. The name column says it's under, Sylvia Tonks." Sylvia froze for a moment before switching. The brain in potions nodded earnestly.

    "You...you really think so and shouldn't be included in the quiz of the history of magic." Hoddle lowered his already deep voice, "Professor Binns dare not Scoring, now I'm at Professor Dumbledore's place with a quiz!"

    “Isn’t the theme just a reflection on the global wizarding war that Grindelwald started?” Sylvia said disapprovingly, “What’s your opinion? Am I going off topic?”

    "You wrote that Grindelwald was undoubtedly a brilliant wizard? He brought us a wonderful epic of magic?" Hoddle pulled a chair aside and sat down.

    "I prefer this sentence." Sylvia brought the parchment over with great interest, "He has ambition and blood, he is gifted and good at manipulating people. I spend my whole life in the prison of architecture. Is that a relief from defeat or an unfulfilled meditation? I hope someone can give me an answer. Is the ending well written? Professor Binns won't give me an O. ."

    "Are you a Grindelwald fan?" Hoddle snatched the parchment back in disbelief, and quickly scanned the content again, "If you were born a few years earlier , if this article is true, you may have been arrested and interrogated by now."

      But no private goods were entrained."

    "What else do you want to write?" Hodelha snorted, "Do you remember how dark it was at that time? And the main force that ended this war was our principal! Are you? Have you read too many books on black magic?"

    "Speaking of this. Although I have found the direction, you said that I don't have any magic stones to practice refining and extraction." Sylvia slapped her forehead, "But the spell I remember quite a few."

    "I'm not asking you that!" Hoddle rolled his eyes unbearably. "If you really want to work at the Ministry of Magic, some words are best kept in your head!"

    "I know I know." Sylvia patted Hoddle on the shoulder briskly, "So, Professor Binns should have brought my paper to Professor Dumbledore. , why do you still have one here?"

    "Do you think I won't be able to make a double by the seventh grade?" Hoddle gave her a sideways glance and returned his attention to the parchment.

    "I'm moved, Mr. Waughlin." Sylvia pretended to wipe her tears, "I didn't expect you to keep my essays secret."

    "...you'd better save it." Hoddle looked at her and pulled out a speechless smile, "I'm afraid you'll get carried away after successfully getting Malfoy to withdraw the case, thinking that you can change anything. "

    "Actually, I didn't expect it to be so smooth." Sylvia felt happy when she remembered this, "I thought that there would be seven escapes and seven strokes to influence that. little master."

    "Hagrid is probably moved, right?" Hoddle also laughed, "I heard that he tried every means to mention you and praise you in class every day, and he wanted to send you a train!"

    "I really want it." Sylvia smacked her lips, "Me and Charlie's letters over the years have said all my love for dragons." Sylvia The thought of little Jimmy's recent situation made her feel even happier, and she even felt that the brilliance of motherhood in her body could not be restrained.

    "Then why not? With Sirius here, are you afraid that you can't secretly raise a dragon?"

    "Study is broken! Mr. Waughlin! You can talk about illegal things like this!"

    "I meant to say—" Hoddle tossed a Bubble Gum into his mouth, "I don't think you need to keep your edge. Something you deserve is yours. .You really tame that little young master. You really have been doing something that I thought was unbelievable, and you did it." He seemed to have no chance to say it if he didn't say it. In fact, Sylvia didn't want to remind herself that the approach of the exam also meant that the day of parting with Hoddle was approaching.

    "I didn't say I didn't deserve to be thanked." Sylvia shrugged, "Whether he can take a step back is his master Malfoy pattern, but whether he can make him take a step back is me Sylvia's ability."

    "Excellent." Hoddle clapped, but didn't make a sound, "Now the trouble is solved, right? Or do you still need me for your potion?"

    "I can't need you more!" Sylvia quickly opened her notebook, then paused her hand and slowly looked at him, "If I want you to help me see Will you appreciate how I've done with my potion lately?"

    "Malfoy has given you face, can I not give you face?" Hoddle pretended to be like a copy, and immediately showed his good-looking smile.

    It was the fact that Draco put his face down that convinced Sylvia that she really turned the horoscope. It was reflected in the fact that Draco's taunts were no longer so sharp, and it was also reflected in the fact that Draco was secretly fighting for himself.

    So Sylvia sneaked into the secret passage and came to Hogsmeade alone. It was not a day when ordinary students were allowed to come, so there were so few people in the street that she was not used to it.

    "He's gone..."

    Sylvia came to the alley where Reynolds came across, and walked around twice without finding anyone.

    Doesn't that mean the situation is really dangerous?

    Sylvia returned to the seat where she had been sitting, and kicked the big stone next to her depressedly. But the stone suddenly wriggled, the surface became smoother, and a few letters slowly emerged.

    "I know you'll come back to me, Sylvia."

    "Scared me to death." Sylvia squatted down in surprise, "Reynolds? What's your trick?"

    "Now—"

    Stone ignored her words, and the letters continued to appear: "I am very interested in you, so I am willing to help you who are confused. Now you can ask me three questions."

    "My dear, was that divination disk that Patricia bought yours? You made that thing and sold it to the owner of the Dewes and Bans store!" Sylvia With a slap on the forehead, he suddenly realized.

    "I did it, next question."

    "You..." Sylvia hurriedly covered her mouth. She glared at the stone fiercely, always feeling that the stone was mocking herself.

    "Okay, second question, you said that the situation is serious, so what advice do you have for me next?" Sylvia thought for a while and gave a rather constructive question of meaning.

    "For the purpose—"

    “—by all means.”

    Sylvia looked at the looming letters on the stone, propped her head up and fell into contemplation.

    So fierce, it really has my style.

    Thinking of this, she couldn't help but chuckle.

    "Last question—"

    Why are you so anxious about this stone? Are you in a hurry to get off work? Sylvia didn't dare to speak her mind, for fear of losing her last chance. Then don't I have to think about it? Shouldn't you ask the most crucial question?

    "Last question, Fred... Fred Weasley's future is good, right?" Sylvia asked, nervously. Her fingers cluttered together and she gritted her teeth.

    "Interesting." When these letters appeared, Sylvia even thought that the stone laughed, "You are a witch with the ability to turn the astrolabe. Although I don't know why you are so special."

    "I thought you knew—"

    "Whether his future is good or not—"

    "A large part-"

    "It's up to you—"

    Sylvia took a deep breath and watched the stone return to normal. She patted her forehead gloomily, but she breathed a sigh of relief when she looked up at the narrow sky above the alley.

    What do you think I know?

    Yes in a sense.

    I must save Fred. Sylvia even felt that this was her biggest mission here. But that said, it seemed like it was up to me to give Fred a better future.

    If that's the case, am I too proud?

    Sylvia got up and left the alley, but she was attracted by the bright red in the windows of the Devis and Bans store. After thinking about it, she put on another face and pushed the door into the store.

    Merlin's beard! This pocket watch is so pretty!

    The gems on the cover are too similar to Fred's hair color.

    Sylvia seems to be back when she was a college student. Attracted by the good-looking window samples, I couldn't help pushing the door in. What happened the next second should be to grit my teeth and buy flashy products that my financial capacity could not afford.

    "This guest, good vision." The boss has always liked to let guests choose slowly, but now he said, "I received it from a traveling merchant, I heard from China."

    "China? You'd better not lie to me." Sylvia almost thought she had been used Legilimency, or it was a coincidence.

    "Don't touch!" The boss suddenly reminded, "The magic of the East is very mysterious, and it is often very important. If it recognizes you, I can't sell it to others."

    "You said that." Sylvia looked at him incredulously, "It makes sense." Doesn't she know that superstition? And she did see some interesting sayings in those weird books she flipped through all day. "But if it recognizes me, I have more reason to buy it, right?" Sylvia said solemnly.

    "Hmm." The boss hesitated, as if thinking.

    "This is..." Sylvia bent down and leaned closer, carefully looking at the small patterns on the dial, "Li Gua."

    "Do you understand Chinese gossip?" The boss's eyes lit up.

    "I don't want to understand that either." Sylvia was a little bit dumbfounded when she thought of reading a bunch of Eastern magic history theories with Hoddle during the summer vacation. She doesn't like to owe favors. Since you accompany me to study what I like, I will accompany you to study what you like.

    "I've only heard... the Suzaku in the East is similar to the phoenix. The merchant said it was made of a magic stone that was turned into a Suzaku." Good rhetoric for the price.

    "Suzaku is Li in gossip, the main fire." Sylvia murmured, "Li Gua, the sun continues to rise in the east and set in the west, so that there is a steady stream of light shining on the Quartet. How to say it is like It's an auspicious good thing."

    It's a pocket watch. If I wanted to give Fred this, it would be too inconsistent. Although both vertical and horizontal sounded very suitable for him.

    "If you want to buy it, fifteen gold Galleons, how about it?" The boss waved his hand vigorously, as if giving a pretty good price.

    "With this, how about fifteen gold Galleons?" Sylvia took a notebook from a shelf on one side, "This is an infinite writing notebook, right?" She Heard this good thing in Hoddle. The name is of course an exaggeration, but it is true that the number of pages is as light as a feather. That's why the guy carries his notebook everywhere he goes.

    "Deal."

    Sylvia's finger just touched the pocket watch, which wrapped around her ring finger like a beam of light, and finally turned into a ring with amber-like gems.

    WTF! !

    Sylvia was frightened, she turned her head sharply, but the boss should have such an expression.

    "Huh?" The boss said slowly, "Don't you young people like this kind of token of love? First pretend to be something else, and finally unravel the truth. Many things have been sold at a higher price. Otherwise, if I don't meet customers who know things like you, it will be very difficult for me to sell the items in the East."

    "Huh?" Sylvia blinked in disbelief, "What are you... Boss, when you were at Hogwarts, Transfiguration and Spells were good! "

      Have fun.

    "Awesome." Sylvia pulled out a smile, she was now thankful that she was a disguise magus, "So it can also be transformed into something else?"

    "It can be, but I designed it based on the prototype of the ring itself." The boss thought about it, "It might be weird if it becomes something else."

    "Help me turn it into a watch!" Sylvia suggested.

    "It won't change back suddenly, will it?" Sylvia was quite satisfied with the watch, but she immediately had concerns.

    "I use magic to set it to remember the guest first." The boss smiled smugly, "And once it is brought to other people, unless you touch and say that in person Eight letters, otherwise it will never change."

    "Your eight letters are the eight I thought?"

    "That's the eight."

    "Ha! Speaking of which, you clearly know that these products of yours are of this urine quality, and you used oriental witchcraft to fool me at first?" Sylvia couldn't help but let out a sigh, " Very good, good, I am very satisfied."

    "A little bit of business." The boss smiled and accepted the money, bending down slightly.

    "No wonder you are so successful." Sylvia gave him a thumbs up, took the items she bought, turned around and pushed the door to leave. It is indeed unusual for a boss to have such a mysterious business on the second floor.

    Well...but how did I actually buy it?

    Sylvia stared at the watch in her hand and felt that her head was two big. A token of love? I'm afraid I'm not crazy? Sylvia! You are so brave! She opened her mouth and scolded herself silently, and quickly put the watch into her pocket.

    She originally thought that if she had something novel, she would buy it as a birthday present for Fred, but how did it become a token of love? How could this be? !

    She finds it true that escape is shameful but useful. In Fred's words, the two of them have such a strong relationship that it would be too hypocritical to think about these bells and whistles. Usually giggling and laughing, it's still business as usual, but in the middle of the night, when Sylvia faces her own thoughts, she can't help rolling around with a pillow.

    Even though.

    Girls still want boys to carry gifts from her. As long as he will always carry the watch I gave, is it a token of love? Sylvia took the necklace from Fred from the collar. She usually takes it carefully, and doesn't even show it to outsiders.

    What's more, I'm a courtesy!

    There are still two years before graduation. If you can't see each other often, it's not bad to let this gift accompany him instead of me. And if you buy everything, is it a waste if you don't send it?

    Good! So happy to decide!

    Sylvia didn't realize she was looking for all the right reasons to convince herself. And after she made up her mind, life seemed to be extremely difficult. This year's April 1st seems to be rebellious and has not come yet, which makes her feel that the watch is like a burning coal in her pocket.

    "Hey! I'm in a daze again!" Hoddle suddenly shouted in Sylvia's ear, so frightened that Sylvia picked up the textbook and patted him on the head.

    "Ah! I'm sorry!" Sylvia slowed down and hurriedly apologized, "Don't scare me."

    "I scare you? The bottom of the pot is going to dry." Hoddle covered his forehead and glanced at the cauldron in front of Sylvia with disgust, "Are you also anxious before the exam? It'll be fine when school starts. If you don't have the energy, go back to sleep."

    "I don't... oh! Yes! I'll go first!" Sylvia glanced at her watch sharply, and it was the twins' birthday after midnight.

    "Hope you don't get driven mad by O.W.Ls, the scarier is to come." Hoddle flipped his astronomy textbook against the column of the astronomy tower. He glanced at the girl's hurrying back, lifted the cigarette between his fingertips and took a breath.

    Sylvia found out that she and the twins have been together for so many years, maybe she has some telepathy? She was happy to bump into two red-haired boys who had come back victoriously from nowhere on the way back to the lounge. They obviously looked like they had just succeeded in their tricks, and when they saw Sylvia, they didn't hide their crazy smiles.

    "You have no idea what just happened."

    "But I think it's best not to tell you."

    "That scene was too tragic."

    "It's tragic for girls."

     Fred and George sandwiched Sylvia as usual and hopped forward.

    "Are you going to trouble Puse again?" Sylvia narrowed her eyes.

    "That guy is not interesting." Fred shrugged.

    "We gave him a little lesson and he couldn't take it anymore." George's expression didn't look like he was saying it was a little lesson.

    "Which little unlucky **** is this time?" Sylvia nodded reassuringly.

    "Our little Ronnie." Fred and George said in unison, and the two red-haired heads turned to Sylvia at the same time.

    "It's really your brother—" Sylvia looked at them and couldn't help feeling, "Happy."

    "Isn't that what it is?" George said, standing in front of the fat lady's picture frame and saying the command. When he entered the common room, Sylvia and Fred took a step back while grabbing each other's clothes. The two of them were startled by the sudden tacit understanding, but after looking at each other, they walked to the other side together as if they had made an appointment.

    "What do you want to say?"

    When they came to another corridor, they both asked each other in unison, and at the same time, they reached out for each other to speak first, and then laughed together.

    "You tell the truth." Fred pulled Sylvia closer, "What's the matter with the smell of smoke on your body?"

    "Huh?" Sylvia was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously raised her arm to smell the scent on her sleeve, and cursed in her heart.

    "Did you start smoking because of stress?" Fred didn't show any concern on his face, but his eyes were full of concern.

    "I don't." Sylvia waved her hand quickly, "Maybe the potion is broken again, you know what I made... Right?" A no-brainer. Although she didn't think it was good to lie in front of Fred, she couldn't shake Hoddle's secret out, could she?

    "What are you going to tell me?" Fred didn't think much, put on an expectant smile, "What are you trying to hide from George? Medicine for him?"

    "What do you say?" Sylvia smiled, raised her arm and looked at her watch, "It's still early, but I don't want George to find out...so you don't mind getting your birthday present early Bar?"

    "My birthday present?" Fred also laughed, "But don't you take us out every year?"

    "Extra, how?" Sylvia blinked.

    "You prepared me another gift?" Fred's mouth was almost grinning to his temples, "What is it?"

    "Hand out." Sylvia spread her hands, and Fred obediently stretched out his hand. She unceremoniously took down his old watch and brought him her present.

    "Why did you give me this?" Fred asked, but with the same smile on his face, "George didn't, right? You're not going to sneak him another or something. Bar?"

    "This is not an ordinary watch." Sylvia raised her eyes to look at him, "Anyway, if you regard me as a good friend, you will take it with you. When you take it off, I will I know what you mean."

    "If I take it off, will it kill me?" Fred smiled and took Sylvia's shoulder.

    "Who knows?" Sylvia shrugged, "How about you try?"

    The author has something to say:

    I like Grindelwald. I think he really succeeded in MLM when I saw Fantastic Beasts. In my eyes, Mrs. Gecko is very attractive! !

    Remember the divination plate of the heroic sacrifice? Round it up and string it up, brother cute!

    The token of love has

     Those eight letters are ILOVEYOU!

    I like the last scene, I really like it hahahaha