HP Dear Miss Freak

    "There is a man who has his back to the moon for almost his entire life, but the moonlight sprinkles the earth. With devilish fangs and claws, he regards integrity as his most glorious medal. He quietly walked through Diagon Alley, walked through Hogwarts, walked through the Order of the Phoenix, and was gentle with the years of countless people."

    "The brutal murder of two Muggles near Albania has been determined by the Ministry of Magic to be the work of black magic."

    Sylvia put down the "Daily Prophet" in her hand, and picked up the newspapers from the previous days.

      Is it referring to the same person? Interesting."

    "And it was only today that Fudge ordered the dementors to be withdrawn from Hogwarts." Hermione raised her head from the stack of books, wrinkled her nose in dissatisfaction, and quickly lowered her head.

    "Why is that old guy Fudge's suspicious problem always used in the wrong place?" Sylvia clicked, and read the report carefully again.

    "Can you be quiet, Sylvia?" Percy glared at Sylvia and said, "Even Fred and George are studying, are you excited?" West is preparing for the N.E.W.Ts, and Sylvia knows he wants to work at the Ministry of Magic. As the exam draws near, his temper is getting bigger and bigger, and he will punish anyone who dares to destroy the study atmosphere in the common room. It was Sylvia who dared to make waves at this time.

    "What are you saying, are they not worthy of study or I am not worthy of coaxing?" Sylvia pouted and put down the newspaper, immediately put on a bright smile and looked at the man sitting opposite her The twins, "How is it? Can you write it?" The two of them did start to review, and pulled Sylvia to supervise them, saying that they were going to surprise their dear mother.

    "Look at—" Fred moved the parchment tentatively, "right?"

    "No." Sylvia glanced at the title, quickly took the quill and wrote a series of chronology of the history of magic on the scratch paper and marked the events, "In 1689 After the International Statute of Secrecy was signed into effect, wizards went into hiding completely, and then…”

    "Bunny." Fred grabbed Sylvia's right hand violently to prevent her from continuing to write down a lot of historical events, "Have you recently...are you okay? You Do you feel too tired? Do you want to rest?"

    "I'm fine." Sylvia looked at Fred and blinked, "Let me think, what else can I do to help you remember these annoying times."

    "Don't think about it!" Fred hurriedly interrupted her, "It's not you...don't do this! You've told me the history of magic six or seven times! I basically remember everything except the time. live!"

    "That's good." Sylvia blinked again, "I just said that telling stories can help you more than memorizing textbooks!"

    "Dude, Fred means..." George couldn't help but said, "You know what? You've told us six or seven times, never scolded us or said It's annoyed, let alone the sighing and eye-rolling that you usually have."

    "You want me to scold you? I've never heard of such a request." Sylvia laughed.

    "It's not you!" Fred almost slapped the table, "You're being too gentle with us these days! It's not normal!"

    You are not normal!

    "I'm... just very patient." Sylvia pouted, holding back a swear word, "You two, just always... forget that I'm a girl Well. I'm a good girl who is very passionate about her friends!"

    "Pfft." George couldn't hold back his laughter, and hurriedly put up the textbook in his hand to block him.

    "You got it! No! Just let me go!" Fred shook Sylvia's arm with an unbearable look, "I was wrong, Bunny. I don't You should say you're not like a girl. You better change back! Okay?"

    Since Sylvia woke up from a sleep that day and found that she was awkward and stupid, she had conducted a profound self-examination. She found that she was supposed to be Fred and George's sweet buddies, so her temper was much better. Of course, this doesn't mean trying to meet Fred's standard of being a good girl. No!

    "Hmm." Sylvia took a deep breath and blinked obediently, "Not good."

    "What is it that stimulates you?" Fred patted his forehead angrily and said, "How good were you a few days ago? You stared at me and splashed. Why is it so abnormal now? ?"

    "Don't mention what happened that day!" Sylvia was instantly furious, "You speak as if I've been unreasonable and rude all the time!"

    "That's right! That's how you should be now!" Fred laughed happily, stretched his hands back and leaned on the sofa, "It's comfortable, it's comfortable."

    "Do you have a problem with your brain! Fred Weasley!" Sylvia looked at Fred's trembling laugh, and those awkward little emotions in her heart were no longer Couldn't hide.

    "You finally came back, I'm going to be depressed by you." Fred put his arms around Sylvia's shoulders in a good mood, "You are not a gentle girl , don't hold yourself back. What's the name of that story you told?

    "Go away!" Sylvia ignored Percy's repeated glances, broke free of Fred's arm, and rushed to her roommates' desk with her notebook in her arms. go.

    "How good this is." Fred looked at Sylvia's back and smiled.

    "You're also cheap." George rolled his eyes with a smile, rested his head in one hand and flipped through the textbook in the other, and shook his head helplessly, "Do you insist that she point a dagger at our necks? Wouldn't it be satisfying to ask us to write this down?"

    Who is forcing you to study? I don't do it anyway!

    Sylvia found that repeating the history of magic to Gemini over and over again made it unnecessary for her to review the subject at all. After careful calculation, only Potions has been tormenting her. Under Snape's suppression, she was completely at a loss. And I'm used to hearing the usual sarcasm of Hoddle's guy, and I don't know if it's good when he said it was good.

    That's right.

    "Come back, Miss Prefect." Fred leaned on the table, looked at her, and said with a smile.

    "Don't call me Miss Prefect." Sylvia rolled her eyes.

    "Come back, please."

    "I don't!"

    The twins got together and said something, but there was no giggles or tricks. Sylvia just watched, and could probably guess that they were talking about her increasingly strange temper. If it was her usual life, she would have gone back long ago after joking. But for some reason, she doesn't want to do it now.

    "Hey! Don't look!" Angelina patted Sylvia on the shoulder, "You're funny too."

    "What's so funny?" Sylvia smacked her lips and opened the notebook unhappily.

    "You and Fred." Patricia blinked, but was stopped by a look from Emily.

    "What happened to me and Fred?" Sylvia's face was calm, and she wanted to run.

    "It's funny." Arya replied, and the other girls nodded while holding back their laughter.

    Sylvia, who is particularly sensitive in this regard, did not realize that they were clearly 100% aunts laughing. In just one year, her roommates have changed CPs. What's more, fat and water don't flow to outsiders' fields, so why should you support your own people first?

    "Prefect Searle!" Jack suddenly came over from the adjacent table, "Can you help me with this question?"

    "Let me see." Sylvia took the parchment in his hand, "The main point and influence when the werewolf code of conduct was promulgated in 1637... Ah, the influence question must be written pros and cons There are two sides, and the points are obvious... I like these new topics from Professor Binns. Let me just say, everyone needs more thinking, not memorizing textbooks."

    "Speaking of werewolves..." Andrew also came over, "Have you heard of Prefect Searle?"

    "What?" Sylvia frowned, she always felt that whatever it was was not what she wanted to hear.

    "Professor Lupin seems to be resigning." Romida also came over and hesitantly said, "Because...I heard..."

    "Are you trying to scare me to death? Tell me now!" Sylvia discovered that she was indeed not a gentle and patient girl.

    "There are rumors that Professor Lupin is a werewolf. There are many theories." Romida said. Sylvia didn't show much emotional fluctuations, but she still motioned them to continue with her eyes.

    "A lot of Slytherins look down on him and are always picky. Plus those Ravenclaw who think they're smart." Jack shrugged, "They said they found a lot of details to prove it. "

    "They actually said they could smell the bitter taste of wolf poison!" Andrew snorted disdainfully, "God! It seems that only that thing is bitter in the world!"

    "But it's not unreasonable nonsense, isn't it?" Angelina frowned, "Think about it, Professor Lupin disappears for a few days every month, and often finds other people. Teacher substitutes."

    "But, it may be that he is not in good health." Emily said softly, "Maybe he is sick, isn't it?"

    "But if Professor Lupin really resigned, wouldn't it mean that he was guilty?" Alia said on the side.

    "Based on Searle's experience before, it's not easy for those Slytherins to find a way to destroy a person?" Patricia shook her head, "Remember? As long as you can board Daily Prophet. From my years of experience, the power of public opinion is quite powerful."

    "Professor Lupin can't go through that." Sylvia's expression became solemn, "He shouldn't have been under the pressure of those public opinions. His character will not let him be involved in rumors. What did you say when you were in the vortex. Merlin, why did you do this to him?"

    "We were thinking that you and Professor Lupin have a good relationship." Jack nodded, "so we wanted to ask you."

    "Mainly because we believe in you, Prefect Seale." Andrew also nodded, "President Percy also said, although you've been hanging around all day, you're very sharp on many things. insights.”

    "I'm very successful in getting Percy to say that." Sylvia smiled helplessly, "But I think this matter... no matter what it is, it's just what you see. It's true. You should have your own judgment. You just have to believe what you believe."

    Believe what you believe.

    Only you can convince yourself anyway.

    So Sylvia is quite a stubborn person.

    She likes to remember the teachings of her predecessors and use them for a lifetime.

    For example, Sirius said: The world is not divided into good people and bad people, everyone has light and darkness in their hearts, what really matters is how we choose and know what kind of people we are.

    She likes to draw conclusions and then believe them.

    For example, Remus Lupin is an excellent Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher.

    "Are you really leaving?" Sylvia asked, looking at Remus who was grading the paper.

    "Your tone is exactly the same as Bigfoot." Remus laughed cheerfully, "Are you sure you really want to go? Have you figured it out? Yes, Seale . I have submitted my resignation letter to the principal."

    "Have you found your next job?"

    "You're very real. Harry is very reluctant to leave me."

    "Of course I can't bear you either! But how do you say, this is your choice." Sylvia shrugged, "But I still want to say, you are a werewolf and an excellent Wizard, there is no conflict between the two."

    "You want to tell me too, don't care about other people's eyes?" Remus looked up at the girl standing at his desk.

    "No one can ignore other people's eyes." But Sylvia shook her head, "No matter whether it's praise or criticism, we can't grow up without these. It's nice to not care about other people's eyes. , but it's escaping, it's closing in. I don't think I should pursue such a way of life."

    So Sylvia's creed is to make herself strong enough to gag other people's mouths and convince them that they have nothing to say.

    "If there is any small regret in teaching this year, it is that I haven't been able to chat with you more." Remus thought for a while, then smiled and shook his head.

    "It would be nice if you weren't my fifth-grade Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher." Sylvia pouted, "I've been too busy this year, if it were before, I could come almost every day. Looking for you to play... discuss! Explore academics!"

    "You've learned a lot this year." Remus put down his quill, clasped his hands on the table, "Sirius told me how you are playful Nasty, but I always see you in the library. He jokes that you were like him for the first four years, and you might be like me for the next three. Maybe it's the prefect's spell?"

    "Hmm...but it's not enough isn't it?" Sylvia put her hand in her pocket and grasped her silver dagger, "Like a Muggle physicist says big circle and little circle The story is the same. The circumference of the small circle is small, and the contact surface with the unknown field is small, so there are few things that you don’t know about yourself. The circumference of the big circle in contact with the outside world is large, so you feel that there are many things you don’t know. The more you learn, the more you will find to learn.”

    "Searle."

    "What?"

    "You are really good."

    “…Thank you, Professor Lupin.”

    "Professor Dumbledore said that your vision and pattern are rare for others." Remus praised, "You are decisive and dare to take responsibility. But I have the same thing as him. Worry, Searle, you're growing up too fast. Sometimes you don't look like a child."

    "Professor, I'm sixteen years old." Sylvia laughed, "I'll be an adult in a year."

    "You're still one year old, which means you're still a child." Remus smiled, "I still remember how you couldn't help crying when you practiced the Patronus Charm. I think, you are a Strong girls don't want to be talked about by others. But I think if you're too tired, go play more. You're still young, and you still have a lot of time to learn a lot of things."

    "Did Sirius ask you to enlighten me? You tell him not to worry about it!" Sylvia smiled and shook her head. Her tears were not tears of joy after training, but only the little thoughts of some girls that were not worth mentioning. Thinking of this, she was inexplicably dumbfounded.

    "Your uncle he..." Remus took a deep breath, "He asked me to take care of you at school. You know he really cares about you, always afraid of you because of Harry's There's a little emotion in things..."

    "I don't!" Sylvia's eyes widened immediately, "He has nothing to do all day! Or go back to Azkaban and find a prison!"

    "Good good." Remus laughed, as if the girl's reaction was expected, "I know you are very independent and very thoughtful, you are very strong and very strong Hurry up. You're still young, Searle, and you can be a great Auror while still enjoying your fun-loving age."

    "Professor Lupin." Sylvia shook her head again and said earnestly, "I'm in a hurry, because I really feel it's too late." If Voldemort is successfully resurrected, then it may be possible It's too late.

    "You're putting too much pressure on yourself," Remus said embarrassedly.

    "I'm not afraid that I can't be an Auror." Sylvia looked at Remus, "Professor, I'm strong because my weakness is obvious, and I'm afraid of losing. That's why the Dementors affected me so much, I was so afraid of losing it."

    Voldemort is right in saying that she is loyal to her friends, and that is her greatest weakness.

    Remus stood up and walked slowly to Sylvia. He didn't say anything, but he saw the color in Sylvia's eyes that didn't belong to a child. Thinking about it carefully, none of them had an ordinary childhood, and they all needed to work harder than others to prove themselves. Remus traded his tenderness for the approval of his brothers. And the love Sylvia received was also earned by her passion and sincerity.

    Perhaps he understood better than others that Sylvia worked hard to cast the shell for herself in order to hide her sensitive heart.

    "Professor...I experience what's wrong." Sylvia sniffed, "I'm afraid. I can't accept anyone leaving me like Sirius did before. I'm afraid I'm at the point. There's nothing you can do at the moment. Besides, how can there be so much lost and found? I don't have that much luck."

    I am even afraid that I will lose Fred and George if I miss the night tour this year.

    But Sylvia has yet to find a balance to deal with her feelings for Fred.

    "You never talk about this, do you?" Remus asked softly, "Actually, everyone knows that although you have a carefree appearance, your mind is the most delicate. It’s also a good choice to talk to friends.”

    "I'll consider it." Sylvia smiled and nodded.

    "I'm glad to have a student like you, Sylvia." Remus put his hand on Sylvia's shoulder and squeezed soothingly, "Don't be afraid, you always do Well done. I believe you can protect your friends, protect your family. But remember, protect yourself first."

    "Wavlin said I always put my friends and everyone first, and myself second. Maybe I'll get hurt, I'll be tired." Sylvia looked out the window at Wan Li Clear sky, the eyes seem to be lit up by the sun, "But I am willing to let you be my weakness!"

    The author has something to say:

    I would like to give all the kindness in the world to Moon Face.

    Remus is having a hard time woo woo woo why is God always so bad to good people woo woo woo

    Tom's young soul in the diary said that too much emphasis on friends would be Sylvia's biggest weakness.

    Searle had already figured it out

    "But I am willing to make you my weakness!"

    Sometimes I think Searle is an ideal existence, after all, she can bring the perspective of God, but in order for everyone to live in peace, she has to work a little harder. She really represents my favorite love, hate, Gryffindor quality.

    It's horrible, family, the end of this chapter means the end of fifth grade! Oh my god! Summer vacation is coming! 6th grade is coming! Raise the high-energy alarm! !

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 23 bottles of Say; 10 bottles of Shawna, chocolate draft beer, fried sandwich; 5 bottles of cheesecake with milkshake; 2 bottles of vinyl chloride;

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