HP Dear Miss Freak

    "It's a pity that our fates are not intertwined."

    "I'm going to open it." Sylvia stared at the transcript on her lap and took a deep breath, fumbled for a few times at the seal, then turned out the window and folded her hands towards Merlin Sincerely pray again.

    "You're more nervous than Percy." Ginny glanced at her brother who nearly burst out of the lounge in tears of joy, "You should learn Wood's mentality." And Oliver glanced at the grades Shan took out the application form for Puddlemere United that he had already filled out and went to the owl shack.

    "Open it up." Hermione said with a smile, "You will definitely get good grades!"

    "Potion potion! Please! Professor Snape! I kowtow to you!" She glanced in through the tiny slit and closed it quickly.

    "How is it?" Hermione asked cautiously, trying to find the answer in Sylvia's subtle changes in expression.

    "Bunny! Look!" Fred suddenly ran all the way from the dormitory, waving his report card, "Look! My history of magic got an E What! George barely got an A!"

    "Fred." Sylvia turned to Fred calmly, "My potion..."

    "How's it going?" Fred came to the armchair opposite her and sat down.

    "My potion got O!" Sylvia cheered as she finally accepted the reality.

    "Really?" Fred took the report card in her hand, "Little freak, you've got more than just the potion! I'll write to my mother later, she's sure Delighted."

    "Merlin's beard." Ginny also joined up, "Your Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, History of Magic, Transfiguration and Ancient Rune are all O! Nice result!"

    "Although arithmetic divination and herbal medicine have only E, and astronomy has only A, they all passed!" Hermione said happily.

    "How? Should we celebrate? Where do you want to go?" Fred asked in a rather good mood.

    "Yes, yes!" Sylvia suddenly took her report card from Fred's hand, and walked out with joy.

    "Where are you going?" Fred shouted, frowning.

    "Ravenclaw Lounge!" Sylvia's voice disappeared as the frame opened and closed.

    “…”

    Fred folded his transcript and put it in his pocket. Hermione and Ginny looked at each other, knowingly saying nothing.

    "Eh." George walked down the stairs, "Are you there? Where's Syl?"

    "She went out." Fred said, getting up and walking towards the dormitory, leaning sideways to let George go down the stairs before going up.

    "Where?" George looked at his brother and then at his sister.

    "Who knows? Go to Wafflenn." Fred whispered, walking up slowly.

    "..." George looked at Fred and then at Ginny. Ginny just shook her head and made a silent motion. George hesitated, but ran up the stairs and caught up with Fred.

    "Sylvia? What are you doing here?" Percy and his girlfriend Penello were chatting outside the door of the Ravenclaw lounge when they saw West running out of breath. Sylvia frowned.

    "You came to Hoddle?" Penello immediately guessed her purpose.

    "Yes." Sylvia couldn't wait to grab the eagle-shaped bronze knocker on the door, "What's the problem?"

    Will the Phoenix eventually die?

    "Interesting." Sylvia rubbed her hands excitedly, "Let me think about it."

    "You want to answer the question yourself?" Penello smiled and looked at her and looked at Percy, Percy just shrugged and shook his head to signal Penello to ignore her.

    "Phoenix will be reborn, it has been in a state of constant reincarnation." Sylvia thought for a while and slowly said, "But I think any creature is in such a reincarnation. Everything in the world All are dying. We are all on the road to death, and the unknown ahead is the end of all life.”

     With a creak, the door slowly opened.

    "It's very different from the answer you would give." Percy pushed his glasses, "Too pertinent, shouldn't you be an optimistic radical?"

    "Like like." Sylvia closed the door, turned to look at Percy with a smile, "Everyone knows that they are dying, but if you do it to death Life, the world will be a lot better."

    Sylvia was never afraid of death. She even knew how many disasters she still had, and even saw some unsatisfactory endings. But it was because she saw the fate of some friends that she had the confidence to change all this. In the same way, since death is the expected end, she has enough courage to embrace the lovely world and lovely people.

    "Who are you?" A tall boy from the Quidditch team was just about to go out the door, he was stunned when he saw Sylvia, "You are Gryffindor's Donk s?"

    "Sylvia?" Luna looked over in response. She was sitting on the rug next to the statue of Rowena Ravenclaw made of white marble.

    "Hey! Luna! Where's Waughlin?" Sylvia didn't care about the gazes of others, and temporarily ignored her somewhat reckless behavior.

    "Searle?" Qiu stood up from the sofa in surprise and greeted in the other direction of the lounge, "Hoddle! Come on!"

    "Huh?" Hoddle stood up from a small bookshelf, he was sitting in an armchair by the arched window, reading a book in the sun, "You..." He saw Sear Wea was stunned, not knowing where to start with a bunch of complaints.

    "Look!" The moment Sylvia's eyes locked on Hoddle's face, she smiled sweetly. She ran across the lounge and came to Hoddle, and put her transcript in the He opened before his eyes.

    Hoddle was completely stunned. Maybe it's because of the ecstasy in the girl's eyes, or maybe it's the madness of her breaking into the lounge because of this trivial matter. He subconsciously wanted to scold him for being an idiot, but his heartbeat reminded him that he liked the way she smiled and ran towards him.

    There are so many people in the lounge, but she turns a blind eye, and there is only him in her bright eyes.

    "Look, look, look!" Sylvia couldn't help jumping, and the hand holding the transcript trembled with excitement.

    "Should we go out and talk?" A gentle smile gradually appeared on Hoddle's face, as gentle as his always calm eyes.

    "I've got the O for the potion!" Sylvia lowered her voice and almost shouted in an angry voice.

    "I saw it." Hoddle took Sylvia's wrist and walked out, "Scare, startle me. Can't you let someone call me?" He felt When it came to other people's eyes, he liked the eyes at this time, and he even hoped that more people would witness this scene.

    "I'm so happy!" Sylvia let Hoddle pull, and followed him out, "You didn't lie to me! I really can! I really can Done! It's incredible!"

    "You can answer the question about the door of our lounge, what else is incredible?" Hoddle took Sylvia to the side of the spiral staircase, "I really want to Know, what's incredible to you?"

    "Who do you look down on? I can't answer if you can answer it?" Sylvia raised her chin proudly, "Hey, no one ever broke into your lounge."

    "Yes, you are probably more famous." Hoddle nodded solemnly.

    "It doesn't matter!" Sylvia unfolded her report card again, "It's an O! You say it's zero more credible than this!"

    "It's alright, congratulations, Miss Auror." Hoddle took out his transcript from his pocket and opened it a little, "It's a courtesy, it's mine."

    "..." Sylvia took the transcript and closed her smile, "Do you dare to do better in the test? You are still nervous all day, are you playing me? !"

    "Where is it? I'm really nervous." Hoddle laughed, "And really did well in the test."

    "Only Defense Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration did not get an O." Sylvia blinked, "Eh, but you got an O in your spell! Am I good? My level All of them can reach O in the N.E.W.Ts level exam!”

    "And Defense Against the Dark Arts is only a little worse." Hoddle twitched the corners of his mouth in dissatisfaction, "I admit that I was nervous during the actual combat test. You taught very well."

    "Your transcript is so beautiful, there should be many olive branches to you, right?" Sylvia folded the transcript and returned it to him.

    "Do you think..." A little loneliness flashed in Hoddle's eyes, "Should I stay?"

    "What are you staying for?" Sylvia frowned, "If you give up your dream because you can get a pretty good job in England, I will look down on you. ."

    Will you look down on me?

    Hoddle fell silent. He also didn't know what answer he wanted to get by asking this question. If Sylvia said that he hoped that he would stay, it would change his original decision. He had thought about it, but he wasn't in a hurry to go out so soon. But he doesn't seem to want her answer now, even though her support is very important.

    "Regret?" Sylvia saw that he did not speak, and said.

    "No regrets." Hoddle took a deep breath.

    "Hey, let's go to a movie. I remember a movie that is a remake of a novel I like will be released in the summer." Sylvia suddenly patted him on the shoulder, writing all over his face irrefutable.

    "Okay." Hoddle stared at the girl in front of him for a while, and nodded slightly.

    This is a wonderful coincidence.

    Sylvia did not expect that "Forrest Gump" would be released at the beginning of this summer vacation. She didn't expect that she would burst into tears after watching this movie after many years, and even ruined Hoddle's movie viewing experience.

    "It's ugly." Hoddle couldn't help laughing as soon as he got out of the movie theater, "What did you say you put on your makeup for today?"

    "I like it and I'm happy." Sylvia snorted, "Aren't you moved? I can copy a few feet of parchment paper for wonderful lines. I have so much to say !"

    "Which sentence do you like? Life is like a box of chocolates?" Hoddle shook his head helplessly.

    "You are no different from others." Sylvia looked at Hoddle, "My mother also said this to me, I am no different from others, in her eyes I will never be Freak."

    "Of course you are different from others." Hoddle raised his eyebrows, "You are better than others."

    You can always act and think differently, you are a lunatic in a sense, but also a genius in a sense.

    "Are you willing to praise me?" Sylvia showed a mean smile.

    "As a thank you for recommending a good work to me." Hoddle said, pushed open the door of the cinema and walked out.

    "When I knew this movie was going to be released, I thought I had to show you." Sylvia hopped next to him, "I think you will benefit a lot too. . Go after your dreams! Free Ravenclaw Kitty!"

    "When can I see you and Malfoy hugging, I guess it will be as shocking as seeing American soldiers and hippie girls hugging?" Hoddle found a clear angle.

    "Don't use us as an analogy!" Sylvia gently nudged him, "But a chaotic era always produces some legends."

    "You said you?" He narrowed his eyes.

    "No! But it's not you either!" Sylvia laughed, "When I was a child, I wanted to be like Fores Gann, and I would go out and run when I was in a complicated mood. Guess what? I was tired before I ran out of our community. I found that I was still fit for reclining, not for being a legend."

    "What are you doing lying down? Run! Miss Tonks! Run!" Hoddle patted Sylvia's back and said the line that runs throughout the movie . He thought before that he liked the way Sylvia ran towards him. But it suddenly occurred to him now that Sylvia, like Forrest Gan, ran wherever she went.

    "I understand!" Sylvia waved her hand slyly, "Next, there is the N.E.W.Ts exam! And the Auror entrance test! There are many things! I will definitely try my best. Do your best! Just wait and see!"

    "Forrest Gump" brought a lot of thinking to Sylvia.

    For example, Fores Gan's endorsement is to run, and Sylvia feels that she has no reason to stop. Now that I've run this far, I'll just keep running.

    But she was also afraid, like Fores Gan, she couldn't help but save everyone, but in the end she didn't save the friend who was most important to her.

    They found the nearest fireplace, and a handful of floo powder returned to Sylvia's house.

    "Come back so early?" Sirius looked at the two young men who appeared one after another in front of the fireplace, and raised his chin in greeting.

    "Didn't you insist that someone come to your house for dinner?" Sylvia took off her hat and hung it on a shelf on the side.

    "Speaking of which." Sirius glanced at Hoddle, then at Sylvia and said, "Those two Weasley boys came to you."

    "They came for me?" Sylvia turned her head sharply to look at him, "When? Did you go to my room?"

    "After a while, I told them that you and Hoddle went out." Sirius scratched the back of his head, "Enter your room? They left after asking in the living room."

    "No, no, no." Sylvia hurriedly rushed out of the living room and took two steps up the stairs.

    "What's the matter with you?" Sirius shouted from under the stairs, "You come down first! There are guests at home!"

    No no no no no. What if I went to the room first and didn't see the talent coming downstairs? Sylvia was not at all relieved.

    The girl slammed open the trapdoor and almost stabbed her foot before she stood firm. She was relieved when she came to the desk to make sure that the notebook that DeVes and Bans had purchased on the desk had not moved.

    Do they need to say hello to enter my room? After all, he's a guy who can get into the girls' dormitory in his first year. The plane tree that I can climb, isn't it easy for them?

    That was Sylvia's scrapbook for days. She posted previous photos on the page and wrote her thoughts on their various adventures. Some said, unsaid, hypocritical, straightforward, what I wanted to say to the two of them, I wrote it on it without reservation.

    This is the grandest gift prepared in advance for Fred and George.

    Sylvia had already thought of a name, and wrote several large characters on the cover in ink with gold foil:

    "Anthem for Pollux and Pollux"

    This is the only place where Sylvia feels that her literary talent can be used besides essays. If you two are not moved to cry when you see it, I will hit you to cry! Sylvia thought of this, picked up a note and a quill pen and wrote this sentence, and stuck it on the latest page. She grabbed a piece of parchment and wrote a letter, asking about the purpose of her visit today and her apology for not thinking about where to take them for their birthday, and asked the reluctant Brother Bird to send it out.

    "What are you doing?" Hoddle's voice came from under the trapdoor, "as nervous as a thief."

    "Aren't they the same?" Sylvia said, crawling down from her room, "Stealing my mind and time! Ugh! What am I talking about? It's disgusting. It's gone!" But she was thinking about adding this sentence to make them sick to death.

    "Mrs. Tonks asked me to tell you to go down to dinner, and then..." Hoddle followed the jumping Sylvia to the first floor.

    "I know I know..." Sylvia interrupted cheerfully, but stopped on the stairs the next second. She looked at the guest in Sirius's mouth, unable to accept it for a while, and froze in place.

     "I'm telling you! Mad-Eye! My sister's O.W.Ls exam results are so good! You always say that no one can be selected for the Aurors after our class! I promise you, this little lunatic will!"

    Under the dark gray hair is a scarred face, wooden prosthetic legs, and round prosthetic eyes that keep turning without blinking. Moody was standing at the gate of his house, and it was quite shocking to see this battle-hardened old Auror with his own eyes. But his appearance also made Sylvia realize that this fairy tale has ushered in the biggest turning point.

    She really didn't like the feeling that she was still in joy just now, and now she was immediately poured with cold water by reality.

    "Hello! Little madman! What's the matter with you? This is the old Auror who occasionally takes us to training, Alastor Moody. I remember talking to you about him." He frowned and patted Sylvia on the back, and pushed her gently towards the door.

    "There is not a child who is not afraid to see me, Tonks." Moody cracked his mouth and showed a half-smile, "It's okay, girl, even the Death Eaters saw me. They are too scared to walk.”

    "I'm not afraid!" Sylvia quickly came back to her senses and walked up to Moody and stretched out her hand, "Long time, Mr. Moody."

    "Mr. Moody? It's been a long time since no one called me that. I often hear your sister talk about you. It's a long-standing reputation, blame girl." Moody shook his hand heavily. Sylvia's hand disappeared with a bang after he and Dora signaled.

    "Be safe!" Sylvia shouted, only she knew the meaning of her words. Then she turned to look at her sister, "Did you talk about me?"

    "Is he cool?" Dora didn't answer, she turned and walked to the restaurant, "I wonder if he will bring new people when you become an intern Auror."

    "What scared you? Magic eyes? Prosthetic legs? Or scars on your face?" Hoddle leaned against the railing and raised his eyebrows, "That's the Auror you want to be most, Don Miss Cox. Do you regret it?"

    "I won't." Sylvia looked at Hoddle unhappily, turned and walked to the restaurant.

    The Tonks loved Hoddle. Although Sylvia felt that her family was very friendly, any friends who came to the house were greeted with such hospitality.

    "Sit down, Mr. Waughlin." Sylvia moved a pony and put it under the plane tree in the yard, then she sat down cross-legged on the grass, "Look at It's someone who won't sit on the floor by the black lake."

    "Indeed not." Hoddle unceremoniously sat down on the pony. He still wanted to say something, but was startled by Brother Bird who suddenly flew over. The arrogant bird rushed into Sylvia's arms, almost killing her.

    "Stinky bird, I'm used to you." Sylvia covered her stomach and took down the letter that Brother Bird brought back. "Well, but your work efficiency is indeed very high." As she expected, it was Fred's reply, "You don't ask who wrote it? What did you write?"

    "If you want to tell me, you'll tell me yourself." Hoddle shrugged.

    "Fred said he didn't want a birthday present this year, but wanted me to go and watch the game with their family during the World Cup." Sylvia looked at Hoddle, "Speaking of which you go Watching the World Cup? It's in the UK."

    Hoddle pondered for a while, then nodded: "Sirius invited me, and I had already bought the ticket at that time. I have to leave the day after the World Cup starts. I don't care about the event then. How many days will it last, I will leave immediately the next day, remember? It was promised to send me." But he didn't expect Sylvia to suddenly laugh. "What are you laughing at?" Hoddle twitched the corners of his mouth.

    "You know what? I've always felt that the two of us are very easy to get along with. You don't need to talk nonsense or nosy, and it's inexplicably comfortable." Sylvia smiled and shook her head .

    "Because you need to know how to deal with people." Hoddle spit out a few words indifferently.

    "Look." Sylvia pointed to the dense canopy above her head, "The tree outside overlaps with the canopy of my plane tree, lying here in summer always Comfortable."

    "Hmm." Hoddle just nodded.

    "Have you heard of crown shyness?" Sylvia sighed softly and slowed down, "That's a natural phenomenon that occurs in some special tree species in the tropics. Even when the space is crowded, the canopies of adjacent trees do not block each other, and they tacitly leave openings that let in sunlight, like puzzle pieces when viewed from the bottom up.”

    "I'll take a look when I get there." Hoddle nodded again.

    "Like us, don't you?" Sylvia laughed, "We always understand each other without saying much. Look after each other, accommodate each other. I said This is up, don't throw cold water on me!"

    "Then..." Hoddle raised his head and pointed to the lush greenery, "Who is the one who cherishes and entangles you?"

    He laughed after asking. It was because of this that he could never touch her. He knew that Sylvia would definitely be silent at this moment, and that no answer could be found no matter how long the silence was. Once again he was tired of his thoughtful intelligence and rationality. Sometimes it's nice to be an idiot.

    "You don't have to answer me." Hoddle stood up, "You're right, we're like a canopy shy. I've really been looking for the best way to get along. Something like this affects I wouldn't say anything about our friendship."

    No.

    Hoddle didn't know if Sylvia was a little relieved in his heart, but he was a lot relieved anyway.

    I heard that everyone is like a line, and the interweaving of lines is the encounter between people and people. Some people are tossing, crisscrossing, entanglement, and entanglement.

    If two lines stop intertwining, and they never turn back after they cross, it is called drifting apart.

    It was a regrettable and unforgettable final intersection.

    The author has something to say:

    The fifth grade officially ends and the summer vacation officially begins

    Hey look, I can't help but give Horsey candy, right? Don't ask why Percy didn't stop Searle, it's just that he's still immersed in the joy of twelve certificates, and he can't stop it.

    In my eyes, running towards you is a very high romance.

    Fred, everyone pay more attention to him hahahahahaha

    A tribute to "Forrest Gump", which is a movie that makes me very moved every time I watch it. There are so many pictures and situations that should be remembered more than life is like chocolate! !

    Unlock a new character, Mad-Eye.

    It's the same with me hahahaha

    "Anthem for Pollux and Pollux"

    Polar Gemini Alpha is the older brother, and Pollux Gemini Beta is the younger brother. In the mythological system, they are a pair in heaven! A pair! A pair of twins! !

    One of my wishes is to write a biography of the Weasleys and tell the world how good they are!

    The pen is handed to Searle, let's get started. (Searle: ?!)

    The canopy is shy, don't feel too sad. When I first learned about this wonderful natural phenomenon, I first shared it with a very good friend of mine. In my opinion, this can represent a state of getting along with good friends.

    Hoddle and Sylvia, they are very good friends, they cherish each other beyond many things, such as Hogge's unwillingness to break and fear of losing. But I promise you that they are great friends and that will never change.

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