HP Dear Miss Freak

    "The best Gryffindor Quidditch team."

    "Can you believe it? Sylvia. Hermione slapped her face in the divination class! She respects the professor the most." Ron patted Sylvia on the shoulder in disbelief Say, "If the O.W.Ls exam is driving you crazy, what is driving her crazy?"

    "Do you admire it? Do you also want to leave like this?" Sylvia bit the muffin on the fork in her hand and said with a smile, "Be brave, Ronald, you can!"

    "Are you serious?" Percy patted Sylvia's head with the arithmetic and divination textbook in his hand, "I warned you not to poison other students with your thoughts! That's still me Brother! You're still a prefect!" He couldn't be more incredible, like there were a hundred reasons why those words shouldn't come out of a girl's mouth.

    "Give Ron a hundred courage and he won't dare." Fred laughed while the red dial watch was very conspicuous on his wrist.

    "Not one of a hundred Ron would dare to do that." George giggled.

    "Speak up." Sylvia handed Ron a glass of orange juice, "What did you learn in divination class? Did Professor Trelawney have any interesting divination this year? "Had this year been completely different, Harry wouldn't have seen anything ominous. But Hermione still left the divination class, showing that the girl really rejected this subject.

    "You also heard that the old magician will foretell a person's death every year?" Ron was interested, but was stunned by Percy.

    "Ron! How can you disrespect the teacher!" Percy growled in disbelief.

    "Really." Sylvia raised her chin and motioned for Ron to continue, "So she said who will die?"

    "Tell me." Harry sat down opposite Ron, "I thought it was the professors' unanimous rhetoric not to let me out of school. When I was ghosting, I really thought right away what Trelawney said to me."

    "Looks like if I took the divination class, the lucky kid would be me." Sylvia shrugged, obviously making Harry feel better.

    Suddenly, there was an explosion from the Slytherin table. With a commotion, Fred and George bowed their heads and laughed silently.

    "Is there any more? What have you two done?" Percy put down the knife and fork in his hand with a crisp clatter, and he looked at his brothers with great dissatisfaction.

    "This is not what we started." Fred laughed and raised his hand in protest. As soon as the Easter holiday is over and the Quidditch match with Slytherin is about to start, the conflict between the two houses is on the verge of breaking out. From the beginning of the bad words to each other, it has evolved into a small fight, and then to a scene that can't be controlled.

    "But we're happy to have a chance to show our skills." George smiled and raised his eyebrows, "Remember when they tried to do something to our broom? So kind."

    "I've had enough." Percy frowned, "That's why Oliver went to the broom house during the curfew when the weather was so bad?" Sylvia couldn't bear to hear this. Live laughed.

    "What's this?" Harry rolled his eyes, "Oliver locked my fire in Professor McGonagall's office! And let people walk with me! In order not to let me Injured!" Ron nodded, with an expression like I wasn't with Harry because of that.

    "It's too—" Sylvia laughed so hard that she could hardly breathe.

    "You did miss a lot of fun, library girl." Fred looked at Sylvia and shook his head, "But that's okay, there's always a lot of fun around us."

    "But you should join our action, it will make everything more exciting!" George tried hard to restrain his hilarious laughter, barely finished the sentence, and laughed out the next second sound.

    "I don't want to, that's too childish." Sylvia was noncommittal about such behavior. The gunpowder smell of Gryffindor and Slytherin had lasted for years, but when faced with these conflicts in the middle of it, she still felt that it was unnecessary.

    "Childish?" Fred squinted.

    "Searle thinks our tricks are childish after he became a prefect! It's so sad!" George grabbed Fred by the shoulder and shouted to him.

    "I didn't mean that!" Sylvia looked at Slytherin and shook her head. She didn't notice that Fred squinted his eyes and completely stopped his smile.

    The weather on the day of the game is still very good. As Sylvia and the rest of the team entered the auditorium, they were greeted with rather rapturous applause, including those at the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables. Sylvia didn't know what to say about such a situation, Slytherin should be quite willing to be beautiful alone. She met Draco's eyes amid the boos of Slytherins. The young master raised his chin like a demonstration, and Sylvia happily raised her eyebrows in respect.

    "It's all because of you!" Oliver pointed at Sylvia's nose and shouted in the team lounge, "How many times have you missed training? Your speed is completely incomparable to before! If Strategy like last time! We'll be 50-0 in no time!"

    It's amazing that the Slytherins still have a 200% lead on the tour. Although Sylvia felt that the young master restrained his arrogance and ignited the fighting spirit of their team. She heard Lee talk about the Slytherin game, and the fight was so exciting that she wanted to push the other teams to the ground.

    "I, I, I... I was wrong." Sylvia blinked obediently. She knew that Oliver had to win the Quidditch House Cup this year. So Harry had to take the Snitch at least with Gryffindor leading by fifty points. "But with you here, I can definitely win." Sylvia patted Harry on the shoulder beside him, and said happily, "And I contributed a lot of new tactics!"

    "Don't worry, Oliver."

    "I dare say we're the best team." The bats in Fred and George swung hard in the air.

    "Don't be nervous, Captain." Angelina laughed.

    "You can leave it to us." Arya nodded on Angelina's shoulder.

    "We have the best players and the best captains." Katie replied with a smile.

    "You can score goals, leave the Snitch to me." Harry raised his eyebrows and put his wand into the lined pocket. "Malfoy's, give it to me too."

    My God, everyone, I almost cried.

    Sylvia looked at the scene in front of her, and a feeling of blood boiled in her heart. Isn't this more burning than the college entrance examination swearing-in meeting?

    Last night, not to mention Oliver, everyone else was uncharacteristically nervous and looking for ways to relieve the pressure. Even Sylvia put down her review schedule and took stock of strategies for the night with Oliver. Even if she is uneasy, standing in front of her teammates, she will still say the most inspiring words.

    Such courage may belong to such youth.

    The team members came to the field, and Sylvia turned into the stands she was familiar with. Unexpectedly, Rebecca and Cedric were sitting there, not wearing the exaggerated scarlet roses on their bodies like the others, and waving the scarlet flag with the Gryffindor lion on it. But they all have red objects on them to show where they stand.

    "Yo? Gryffindor only fans?" Sylvia sat down next to Rebecca in a good mood, and gave two high-fives to the two little badgers respectively, "It's good to be home. I wasn't frightened by this battle." She brought binoculars on purpose today, and she didn't want to miss a little detail.

    Slytherin's silver snakes glitter on their flags. Snape sat in the front row of a green flag, wearing green accessories like everyone else. Sylvia almost immediately found Astoria wearing a green silk scarf in the crowd. It's a pity that Miss Greengrass's eyes were completely on the golden head in the corridor, and she didn't want to give it to Sylvia at all.

    "Gryffindor here!" Lee yelled, grabbing the microphone, "Potter, Bell, Johnson, Snapinter, Weasleys and Wood! The best team at Hogwarts in years—"

    Lee's comments were drowned out by a burst of boos from the Slytherin side. But instead of cheering along with everyone, Sylvia was drawn to Fred in the telescope. He just warmed up as usual and looked at Sylvia before stepping on the broom as usual.

    Come on, Fred.

    Sylvia didn't know why she just lipped. But she saw Fred grin, as if waiting for her to say that.

    It's weird. Fred had always been like that, even on the court, watching her. But she only now understands how happy she is.

    "Hey!" Rebecca waved her attention back in front of Sylvia's telescope, "Looking silly?"

    "Nerve." Sylvia scolded with a smile, "Which one is there that I don't see when I look up all day long?"

    "The Slytherin team is coming, led by Captain Flint. He's made some changes in the formation and seems to be winning by size rather than skill-"

    "Look at our baby dragon." Sylvia pointed to the Slytherin team while listening to Lee's commentary, "He's too cute on their team."

    "Pretty?" Cedric covered his mouth and laughed. Draco stood beside the rest of the team, looking really thin.

    "You dare to say so." Rebecca also laughed, "Is this the courage of your Gryffindors?"

    "You sound like a Waughlin joke." Sylvia smiled and shook her head, "I'm brave old Gryffindor, he's smart old Ravenk Law, you... simple old Hufflepuffs?"

    "Are you a sarcasm?" Cedric threw his fist excitedly as Gryffindor grabbed the starting Quaffle.

    "As expected of a smart Ravenclaw girlfriend, you are smart too, Seid." Sylvia was not annoyed when she saw the Quaffle being robbed by Slytherin. George quickly conceded the Slytherin with a nice Bludger.

    "Is that Fred or George?" Rebecca asked, holding the telescope.

    "That's George." Sylvia said firmly, and when Angelina broke through the defense with the ball and won the first ten, she couldn't help jumping up and cheering, "Beautiful ! My girl!"

    "They're like this again..." Rebecca frowned. Flint charged at Angelina, nearly knocking her off the broom.

    "Now do you know how they made the score so big?" Cedric frowned, "I didn't expect Flint to insist on his brutal style of play, even more than before. More savage. I've seen them stop the game because of a disagreement, but obviously Flint is sticking with his idea."

    "Fred..." Sylvia watched as Fred hit Flint's back with his bat. Flint's nose hits the broom and begins to bleed. "Fred won't let him go!" Sylvia admitted that she was a little sour when she said this. "Look! We Gryffindors are all good children of righteousness!"

    "Okay!" Mrs. Hooch stopped the game and rose between the two boys, "Gryffindor attacked the Chaser for no reason! Slytherin deliberately hurt the Chaser. The player gets a penalty!"

    Sylvia saw Fred growl something annoyed. Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle, and Arya and Flint flew forward to be punished. But Pusey suddenly flew up and patted Flint on the shoulder, and after a few whispers he took his place.

    It's good, you two will fight on your own.

    Sylvia seems to understand a little bit, where their love started. Slytherin and Gryffindor do not know each other, and they are really good.

    "Good job, Arya!" Lee exclaimed in the sudden silence, "She passed the keeper! Twenty to zero! Gryffindor ahead!"

    Almost everyone held their breath, Sylvia too.

    "Don't forget! Wood is a great goalie!" Lee told the crowd. "He! Hey—twenty to ten! Gryffindor still leads."

    Goal scored.

    Sylvia took a deep breath. Purcell took Slytherin's first kill, which undoubtedly boosted their morale, and I wonder if Oliver would be more nervous because of this. But she was happy that Draco and Harry didn't go overboard in the race.

    "Look!" Rebecca stood up in surprise. Katie got the ball, but Monta quickly turned in front of her. But instead of grabbing the Quaffle, he grabbed Katie's head. It caused her to do somersaults in the air, and while riding on a broom, the ball was released.

    "Free throw." Sylvia tutted and shook her head. Mrs Hooch's whistle blew again, and a minute later Katie passed the Slytherin goalkeepers and gave them another penalty.

    "Thirty to ten! Bear with it, you dirty, deceitful—"

    "Jordan, if you can't comment fairly—!"

    "I just commented impartially, Professor McGonagall!"

    "Fortunately you didn't play, Syl." Rebecca put her arms around Sylvia, "This is too brutal."

    "Gryffindor over there, Johnson's holding the ball - Flint next to her - poking him in the eye, Angelina! - Joke, Professor, it's a Joke - oh no- Flint has the ball, Flint is flying towards the Gryffindor goal, come on, hello, Wood, save—!" Lee's impassioned commentary helped Sylvia focus on the situation on the pitch. .

    But unfortunately, Flint scored. There was a burst of cheers from the Slytherin side. Li cursed recklessly, and Professor McGonagall wanted to take the microphone from Jordan's hand. "I'm sorry, Professor! I'm sorry! Never again! So, Gryffindor ahead, thirty to twenty, the ball is in Gryffindor's..."

    Then the Slytherin batter hits Arya with a bat and wants to say he thought she was a Bludger. George retaliated by elbowing the guy in the face. Madam Hooch gave both teams a penalty. Wood made a successful save and the score was 40-20 with Gryffindor ahead.

    "Why..." Sylvia couldn't help but stand up when she watched Katie fall from the broom after being hit by Flint, "It doesn't make sense..."

    It doesn't make sense, there is no such part in the original plot. Where does this butterfly effect come from? Lockhart's Tibet?

    "It's your turn to play." Cedric saw Oliver wave in their direction and looked at Sylvia.

    "That **** Flint." Sylvia wanted to spit hard. She brought her Comet 260 to the field quickly, and climbed up to Oliver on her broom.

    "We don't have time to be depressed." Oliver pressed Sylvia's shoulder, "You understand? Fifty points ahead."

    "I can't understand better." Sylvia glared at Flint not far away, "Leading sixty and winning the Academy Cup."

    The whistle blew again, but Sylvia was in the best position to avoid the Quaffle. She understands very well that these guys have seriously studied their opponents even if they are brutal. Once the speed advantage she has in front of power players is suppressed, she is likely to be in a situation where she has no ability to counterattack.

    "Searle!"

    Fortunately, they are roommates. Sylvia did not expect that she, Angelina and Arya could have such a tacit understanding. Usually you can understand the deep meaning of the sisters with just one look, but now you can understand their motives from the corner of the eye. And of course thanks to Oliver's meticulous devil training.

    Sylvia received a pass, one went up very fast, threw off Monta for a distance, and another dived close to the frame. She easily put the ball in Arya's hand, and Arya handed it to Angelina on the side, taking a ten. And Fred and George kept weaving around the girls, giving away a few Bludgers.

    "Gryffindor free throws!" Mrs. Hodge screamed. The opposing batsman took advantage of the absence of Fred and George to hit Oliver in the stomach one after another. It caused the Gryffindor captain to tumble in the air with his broom, and the man fully bent. At the same time, a score of fifty to twenty came.

    Angelina scored a free throw, 60-20. Meanwhile, Fred hit the Bludger at Warrington, knocking the Quaffle off his hand. Arya grabbed the ball deftly and put it into the Slytherin goal - seventy to twenty.

    Fifty!

    Sylvia's eyes locked on the Quaffle. It should have been 60 points ahead at this time, and Harry could successfully take down the Golden Snitch. No matter where the butterfly effect came from, it must be taken down quickly. No more points for Slytherin!

    Draco!

    She thought of this key variable while chagrined at a lost goal. Draco wasn't playing against Harry, he was fighting in earnest. He really did put aside his previous bad intentions to prove himself. Although his players are still full of maliciousness, he is changing little by little. He is likely to win this game!

    "Hush!" Sylvia avoided Flint's attack, and did not forget to put on hateful eyes when they looked at each other. She caught Arya's pass with a flip, quickly planned a trajectory in her mind, and spared no effort to rush to the goal.

    "Come on! Harry!" Sylvia didn't know why she suddenly felt confident.

    Just as she flew to the frame against the sun, she remembered the publicity of her first Quidditch match. Facing a goalkeeper stronger than her, she just smiled disdainfully, and a backhand passed the ball up and was caught by Angelina firmly. She was delighted to see the irritability of the goalkeeper having to change his defensive position, and the wrath of Monta when she swung a pounce and got out of the way with a rollover.

    We're done fighting, little comet.

    Sylvia had already steered away from the goal with a broom, but she soon felt that something was coming very fast. She quickly took the Quaffle into her hands, and when the green figure looked surprised, she smashed the ball into the goal on the right.

    "Eighty to twenty! Can't be more beautiful! My good buddy!" The microphone in Li's hand almost came out of his hand, but from the sudden broken sound he could tell that he was really too excited.

    The stand exploded instantly.

    Sylvia stared at Angelina who was cheering, her nose suddenly sour. Because she also saw Harry behind Angelina, who was flying around the court, the golden ball in his hand gleaming in the sun.

    "Harry Potter caught the Snitch! Gryffindor wins!"

    All the red figures flew towards Harry. "We've won the trophy! We've won the trophy!" everyone cheered and fell back to the ground, hugging each other.

    "What are you crying for? Don't cry, little idiot! It's too ugly to cry!" Fred pulled Sylvia aside and rubbed her head with a smile. Everyone cheered around Harry, including Oliver, who was in tears, and Katie, who regretted leaving the stage temporarily.

    "I, I, I..." Sylvia knew that she must be crying badly now. But she couldn't bear it any longer. She liked the feeling of crying with joy, even if it was ugly.

    "You're so fierce, you bastard." Fred smiled and wiped the tears from her face, "If you hit some hapless head with that last blow, Madam Pomfrey It will be difficult to see.”

    "You..." Sylvia burst into laughter and pushed Fred, "Fred Weasley!"

    "What?" Fred took the bat on his back and tapped his shoulder again and again. It is not difficult to find that he has kept the bat the girl gave him in good condition, and it still looks like new after so many years.

    "You're the best hitter!" Sylvia hugged him fiercely.

    "What are you talking about?" Fred sneered and hugged Sylvia, but quickly released her and wiped the tears off her face, "If you Look in the mirror now and see how ugly you are."

    "My Angie!" Sylvia pulled away and pounced on Angelina, "You are so kind! How can you be so kind to me? You are the best girl in the world!"

    "What's the matter with you? Your brain is broken? What are you saying?" Angelina picked up Sylvia and turned around.

    "Fred won't let me cry! It caused my tears to flow back into my head!" Sylvia ignored Fred's funny appearance, who rolled his eyes while laughing, "I Just wanted to thank you!"

    Thank you for giving me the last chance to score. This gave me a surprise debut in my first race, and a surprise glory at the end. Sylvia knew this would be her last competition. Goblet of Fire next year, N.E.W.Ts the year after. She knew she was in good time, the best team in Gryffindor, the best game.

    "Oliver! Thank you!" Sylvia pounced on his captain again and gave him a firm hug, "I've been training all day long and fishing in troubled waters, you treat me too It's really good to never leave you!"

    "You still know that you fish in troubled waters all day long!" Oliver also hugged her, and he laughed from ear to ear, "Do you remember? We will definitely get the trophy!"

    "You are really a good captain!" Sylvia couldn't hold back her tears again. She saw everyone rushing down the stands, saw Percy throwing down all her baggage and cheered, saw the smile on Hagrid's face, saw Professor McGonagall wipe her tears. "Oliver Wood is such a good man to be trusted!" Sylvia shouted. If anything, it's helping you find a real wife besides your Quidditch wife.

    "What about us?" Fred and George cheered and looked back here.

    "You... your brain is really different from ours." Oliver frowned, but it still didn't affect his good mood.

    "You just know?" Fred and George didn't forget to turn around and continued while accepting the cheers.

    "You will definitely join Puddlemere United." Sylvia wiped her tears and said with a smile, "I'm waiting for you, an insider, to send me tickets for the UEFA Cup."

    "Of course, of course, you must come." Oliver looked into the distance, as if he saw his bright future, and then looked back, "Don't cry! It's really ugly! "

    "We should take a picture." Oliver found a good excuse to pounce on the crowd, "Where's Colin? Where's Colin?"

    Really.

    Sylvia smiled and shook her head. She met Draco's gaze. The young master had a cold face, raised her chin just like before the competition, and she also raised her eyebrows.

    At this moment, Sylvia suddenly found a blue circle under her feet, encircling herself in it. She looked up and saw Hoddle in the empty auditorium, and Cho and Marietta who had just left, holding hands.

    "I won!" Sylvia shouted with her hand to her mouth.

    Hoddle didn't speak, just waved the red flag in his hand, showing his impeccable smile. And Sylvia laughed recklessly like a villain who succeeded in a conspiracy.

    Hoddle had been on stage watching his Miss Tonks, even though he knew nothing of it. But he still listened to Qiu, who was beside him, explaining the game, and the Quidditch that Sylvia liked.

    "Aren't you going to confess to her? You're leaving." Qiu asked at the end of the game.

    "Guess what," Hoddle said, drawing his wand in Sylvia's direction.

    "Yo. What is this doing?" Qiu stood beside him with a smirk, "Is holding a wand at a girl a Ravenclaw prefect?"

    "That's no ordinary girl." Hoddle said, slowly drawing a circle, "That's the girl I like."

     Qiu laughed while pulling the gossip Marietta away quickly, Hoddle stood up and accepted Sylvia's delighted look when she looked at him.

    He remembered what she said.

    "It's yours."

    Accompanied by her bohemian laughter, the tip of his tongue felt the last sweetness of the Bubble Gum in his mouth.

    The author has something to say:

    To be honest, I was moved that Searle's Quidditch scene was officially finished! !

    I hope this chapter does not pull the hips, the event is really difficult to write hahahahaha, but I really! Great for this chapter! It took a lot of thought!

    Called brother Meng, I really like to foreshadow and call back! Remember when Sear said that the circle is yours? Anyway, Brother Huo remembered hahahahaha! Order a song for Horsey "Encircle You"

    Now you can turn your attention to Fred and Sylvia, I promise that the next few chapters will be great

    This chapter is dedicated to the best Gryffindor team! !

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: Say21 bottle;

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