HP Dear Miss Freak

    "Today is Starchaser Sylvia's victory!"

    "Not bad, right? Sirius was corrupted." Sylvia walked between Fred and George in a good mood. The World Cup is about to start, and Mr. Arthur leads the way. People clutched their purchases and walked briskly into the woods along the lantern-lit passage. There are familiar friends around, and in the distance there are various shouts, laughter, and intermittent singing.

    Their trouble trio definitely had a very happy afternoon, and a large part of this joy came from being able to be by the Gemini's side from beginning to end, and not being led by anyone who didn't matter. Walk. That's exactly what Fred wanted to avoid when he asked not to have any birthday gifts, as long as Sylvia spent the World Cup with them.

    "This is really a good thing." Fred played with the panoramic telescope in his hand, "You can replay the picture, and you can quickly flash the analysis of the game."

    "Although we don't need analysis that much." George shook his head, "But it really helped a lot."

    "Thank you Sirius!" Fred raised his hands and cheered, "Speaking of which, why didn't you buy some souvenirs? You didn't gamble all your belongings."

    "Me?" Sylvia snorted disdainfully, "I have a drawer in my cupboard for Aidan Lynch's various accessories! I just want to know What else do I have that I don't have yet?"

    "A lot of money." George smiled and poked Fred with his arm.

    “What? Any comments?” Sylvia narrowed her eyes.

    "It's nothing, nothing." George waved his hand quickly, but the smile on his face was still there, "I just wanted to say, yes! Searle, I'm willing to spend money on men."

    "First-class tickets." The Ministry witch at the entrance looked at their tickets and said, "Top Box! Keep going upstairs, Arthur, to the very top."

    "It's really good." Sylvia felt that her whole body was on fire. It's really good luck to be able to catch up with this year's World Cup.

    Mr. Arthur led the young people all the way up, and finally reached the top of the stairs. They came to a small box together and came to the highest point of the gymnasium. Sylvia was more attracted to the huge blackboard that kept flashing golden subtitles than the carefully laid out arena. Those exaggerated advertising words made her laugh inexplicably.

    "When your trick shop opens, I'll sponsor this for you." Sylvia pointed to the big flashing screen, "Put your two big faces on it! Weasley Brother magic trick, your only choice! This is too stupid!"

    "That's what you said." Fred readily accepted.

    "I said what I said." Sylvia smiled and nodded, "I'll go bankrupt and buy you advertising space?"

    "Hey! Look!" Hermione exclaimed, flipping through her velvet-covered fringed game manual. "There will be a performance of the team mascot before the game."

    "Oh, that's always worth seeing." Mr. Arthur said, "You know, the national teams bring some exotic animals from their own countries to put on a show here."

    "Then why don't you come -" Sylvia was so excited when she thought of the grand opening scene, "I'll wait until the flowers are gone!" And Fred and George Gu laughing at Percy, who had bowed over the sight of Cornelius Fudge, his glasses fell to the ground and shattered.

    "Ah, Fudge." Lucius held out his hand as he and his wife and son passed the Minister of Magic, "Hello. I don't think you have met my wife, Narcissa. Right? And our son Draco."

    "Hello! Hello!" Fudge bowed to Mrs. Malfoy with a smile, Sylvia almost couldn't help laughing, "Please allow me to introduce you to Mr. Oberanzik, he's the Minister of Magic in Bulgaria, that's okay, he doesn't understand what I'm saying anyway. Let me see who else—you know Arthur Weasley?"

    Can't get to know more.

    Sylvia looked at the two gnashing her teeth and sighed softly in her heart. She saw Draco look at her and raise his eyebrows, as if he wouldn't be comfortable without provocation.

    "My God, Arthur," Lucius said softly, "what did you sell to get this top box seat? Your belongings aren't worth that much, are they?"

    And Sylvia didn't know if Fudge was really stupid or something, didn't understand what he was talking about: "Lucius just donated a lot to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries recently. A sum of money, Arthur. He's my guest of honor."

    "Oh—great." Arthur smiled reluctantly.

    "Miss Tonks." Lucius greeted Sylvia, and the corner of his mouth rose for a second, "You too?"

    "I'm here too." Sylvia smiled brightly, "But do you know what status I'm a guest of honor?" As soon as she said this, everyone's All eyes were on her. She took out a few badges from her pocket: "I got Aidan Lynch's internal fan ticket! He gave the few VIP tickets to his die-hard fans for many years! He has been a fan since he was a substitute. There aren't many of him! See this badge? It's enchanted so he can see where his fanboy sits at a glance!"

    Adhering to the concept of being a fan from the beginning, I am an old fan, Sylvia has been chasing Aidan Lynch's games since she was a child. This is also her most successful star chase.

    Others all smiled and paid attention to their own affairs with a look of sudden realization and a little helplessness.

    "So, don't you know Lin Qi very well? He knows you." Fred couldn't help asking.

      a little."

    "You mean you gave up the chance to be friends with him?" George asked incredulously, "How do you still know each other? So you bought us the Irish team so easily. Same bat!"

    "Shhhhh!" Sylvia waved her hand again, "Low-key and low-key."

    "Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Finals!" exploded inside. The audience burst into cheers and applause. Thousands of flags were waved at the same time, accompanied by a chaotic national anthem.

    "Okay, allow me to introduce - the mascot of the Bulgarian national team!"

    The right side of the stand was a neat bright red square, and loud cheers broke out at this moment. "I don't know what they brought." Arthur leaned out of his seat. "Ah!" He snapped his glasses off and wiped hastily on his robe. "Veela!"

    Veela!

    If there is anything other than Linzi in the World Cup that attracts Sylvia, it must be Veela.

    One hundred veelas slid into the arena, Sylvia had long expected that she would be attracted by these beautiful figures. She now believes that someone's skin can be as bright and soft as the moon, and she also believes that someone's hair can flutter in the wind like silk. When the music plays and the veela begins to dance, Sylvia has an urge to fall in love.

    But this is what Fred didn't expect.

    Just as he avoided the deadly attraction in the stage, Sylvia rushed up and looked like he was about to turn over the railing, so scared that he hurriedly brought this little lunatic back .

    "Hey! George, help me!" Fred held Sylvia around his waist to prevent her from rushing out. When he wanted to help George, he found that his brother was completely staring at him. I couldn't take my eyes off the stage. "You stop for a while!" Fred almost missed Sylvia, who was struggling frantically. "Why does Veela have a stronger effect on you than George?"

    The music came to an abrupt end.

    Sylvia looked at Fred when she came back to her senses, and showed a naive smile.

    "You always surprise me, little freak." Fred couldn't help laughing, "If I hadn't hugged you, do you think Lynch would mourn for you?"

    "There's no way." Sylvia patted Fred on the shoulder, "Who doesn't like good-looking people? You're...you're very honest! Fred!" And Fred just sneered and shook his head helplessly.

    "Huh?" George also calmed down and looked at them, "Both of you are in broad daylight now...Isn't this inappropriate?" At this time Sylvia asked Fred He got out of his arms and returned to his position.

    "Now!" Bagman's voice sounded again, "Please hold your wand in the air...Welcome to the Irish national team mascot!"

    "Where's the scream?" Sylvia cheered loudly. Immediately afterwards, something rushed into the arena like a huge comet. She was blinded by the brilliant light in front of her, and when she opened her eyes again, a huge, dazzling clover rose high into the air and began to hover over the stands, and something crackled like golden raindrops. generally fell.

    "Fantastic!" Ron exclaimed. Shamrocks circled over their heads, continuously dropping huge gold coins that landed on their heads and seats.

    "What did you say?" Fred asked while picking up Jin Galleon.

    "Is there a bargain to not take a big fool?" Sylvia guessed what he was going to say, "But such a big bargain doesn't seem to be reliable."

    "Aren't you too cautious today?" George patted his bulging pocket and patted Sylvia's head, "This is Kim Galleon! Syl! It's all for the sake of Weasley magic tricks!"

    "Now, ladies and gentlemen, a warm welcome - the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team!"

    Sylvia doesn't have much interest in the Bulgarian team, but she's taking advantage of this introduction to build up her strength and get ready—

    "Now, please welcome—Ireland National Quidditch!" Bagman shouted loudly, "It's—Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mallette! Moran! Quidditch! Gurley! And--and-- Lynch!"

    "Aidan Lynch!"

    Sylvia jumped up on the seat, and she put the medal on the airship Lee earrings on both sides. I don't know if it was her delusion or not, but Lin Qi waved to her as he flew towards the arena while riding the fire.

    "I suspect Lin Qi is the Veela now." Fred smiled and exchanged glances with George, then quickly turned his head and took Sylvia's arm, "Don't turn it out again !"

    "Looking good everyone! Thank you Sirius for your generous sponsorship!" Sylvia took out a brand new camera from her satchel, "Aidan Lynch's first stop sister is coming!"

    "So why do you like Lynch so much?" After the game, Fred couldn't help but ask, "Ireland is a Chaser after all."

    "There's no reason to like someone, Fred." Sylvia looked at the photos, they were still on their way out of the venue, but she couldn't help but start screening Woke up.

    "He fell a little hard today." George shook his head regretfully, "I didn't catch the Golden Snitch."

    "Well, compared to previous years, his balance and speed have improved a lot! I'm very happy to see this!" Sylvia put the camera away, " But it is really a pity! The psychological quality is still not good! He is always led by his opponents! He still needs to continue to work hard."

    "You really know him." Fred tossed Galleon in his pocket in a good mood. Bagman had just paid off their bet with a huge pile of Leprechaun coins.

    "I don't have to like the best one." Sylvia shrugged, "It's because I like it, so he is the best Seeker in my heart."

    "Lin Qi will cry if she hears it?" George snapped his fingers in front of her, "Would you like us to express our love? How about sending him some flowers?"

    "Take your money!" Sylvia smiled and pushed him.

    "Don't tell your mothers about your gambling," said Mr. Arthur to Fred and George almost imploringly.

    "Don't worry, Dad," Fred raised his eyebrows happily. "We have big plans for this money. We don't want it to be confiscated." Ni couldn't help but start to talk about him, and he was happy with this kind of cheating.

    "Why don't you react?" George stabbed Sylvia, "Can you share the excitement for Mr. Lynch?"

    "Then I wish you a prosperous business! Okay?" Sylvia smiled and bowed her hands to George, and even bowed exaggeratedly.

    "Speaking of which." George took Sylvia's shoulder, "You can stay at our house! We can play Quidditch in Ferret Mountain together tomorrow! I learned a lot today. Less tricks!"

    "Tomorrow? Not tomorrow." Sylvia looked at Fred who was chatting with Ginny, then looked at George, "I'm going to see Waughlin tomorrow."

    "Eh? When will you play with us?"

    “Don’t have time for summer vacation?”

    Sylvia knew that it was destined to be a sleepless night, and she even thought about taking advantage of this time to screen the photos thoroughly. But she was so tired that she fell asleep the moment she touched the bed.

    And it was not until someone woke her up that she realized that she had fallen asleep without changing her clothes or covering her with a quilt. She vaguely heard the terrifying sneers and harsh explosions outside.

    "Uncle Arthur?" Sylvia bounced off the bed and sat up immediately after seeing the visitor, "This is..."

    "Emergency, Syl, get the girls up." Arthur said eagerly, but his firm eyes were a nod to Sylvia.

    "Good."

    At the same time that Mr. Arthur turned to leave, Sylvia quickly called Ginny and Hermione, helped them with their coats, and got out of the tent.

    A dark and chaotic night sky, a hoarse scream. Sylvia had expectations in her heart, but was still frightened by the sight in front of her. People rushed to the forest, but she stood there and looked at the group of initiators. She knew who those people were, and they were her next enemies. The sudden helplessness and panic swept her head.

    Suddenly someone took her hand and looked up, as expected, it was the red-haired boy.

    "Follow me, understand?" Fred's hand increased, "You have to follow me no matter what this time!"

    "Okay." Sylvia nodded and followed Fred to the forest. She turned around to confirm that George had Ginny with her before picking up her pace.

    Is this the Death Eater?

    Sylvia despised the group, including their leaders. But now I really feel that I have been crushed by them, and there are still conspiracies slowly fermenting in the distant Riddle House.

    She looked down on her fear, but this emotion really affected her. She knew it was because she wasn't ready to face it. Figures stumbling around in the woods, the shrill cries of children, and anxious cries echoed around her. This made the already dark night sky even more oppressive.

    "Don't worry." Fred looked at the frowning Sylvia and pressed her shoulder, "Dad will fix it. Bill, Charlie and Percy went to help too. "

    "That's why I'm worried!" Ginny frowned, "What are those people doing?"

    A sudden, earth-shattering sound came from the edge of the woods, startling the four young children. Sylvia felt a light-colored figure passing by, she reached out and grabbed the young master.

    "Are you okay?" Sylvia asked, because the young master's expression was not very good, as if all this was not what he wanted to see.

    "..." Draco couldn't say a word when he looked at Sylvia, but his eyes were full of emotions that Sylvia couldn't understand. More calm than disdain and surprise. Calm should not belong to Young Master Malfoy.

    "Are you alone?" Fred immediately noticed something was wrong, "Let me guess, your parents were standing in the group with masks on?"

    "If so, do you think I'll tell you? Weasley?" Draco raised his head, and this inexplicable look made Sylvia realize that he was indeed still that little boy. Master.

    "Pray." George snorted coldly, "Better not get caught by my dad!"

    "Why do they do this? You know that right?" Ginny glared at Draco, "Who are they?"

    A green light illuminated the silent night, Sylvia looked up at the gigantic skeleton that gradually emerged, and a terrifying giant python emerged from the skeleton's mouth. The green star-like light also shone on the girl's face, and screams resounded around her again, as if she were going to be executed.

    "Death Eaters."

    When Sylvia slowly said these words, she felt Draco's whole body tremble, and then she remembered and let go of the young master's arm.

    "What?" Ginny's voice trembled.

    "Dark Mark." Sylvia pointed to the constellation-like spectacle in the sky, "Voldemort's mark." Draco's trembling was more obvious at this moment, the ruthless visible to the naked eye. Violently.

    "You..." Draco gritted his teeth, unable to hold back a word.

    "How could someone release—" Fred also frowned, he glanced at Sylvia and continued, "Voldemort's mark? It was caused by the Death Eaters. □?"

    "It's crazy..." Draco sneered at the two Gryffindors who dared to call the name of the mysterious person in front of him.

    "Then it's no wonder you're here alone, Malfoy." George's eyes darkened.

    "Oh, what do you think?" Draco glared back.

    "Go back." Sylvia stood between them and faced Fred, "Every time the Dark Mark appears, almost people die. It's almost time for us to go back and have a look."

    "Let's go!" Ginny said eagerly, "I don't know what happened to Dad!"

    "Take care." Sylvia patted Draco on the shoulder before leaving, and followed them back to the arena. Fred noticed her move, but didn't say much.

    And Draco gave her a meaningful look.

    The author has something to say:

    World Cup, I deliberately removed the part of the game, anyway, everyone has seen it! I moved too much of Rowling's things and the word count is not good. I don't do it unless I have to. If I do it later, it must be because that scene can't be skipped at all! (Ah, I met it now, it's really long, I don't want to be like this woo woo

    There is no Shura field, are you disappointed? Hahahahahaha maybe there will be more in the future, but there will only be one conflict like before.

    Hey, didn't think so? I didn't expect Searle to see that Veela couldn't control it, right? Who doesn't like handsome guys and beauties, right? Let's openly admit that it's okay baby, it's okay, it's okay. (Fred: hello? Why don't you stop her

    Lin Qi's first stop sister is here! The few sentences I mentioned earlier are for this chapter! Let's not worry about whether Seale's motives for fanning him in the first place were impure, after all, this is the one that sports acquaintances remembered at the time, right (of course not fans of Krum, how strange it is, I have to watch it later). He doesn't have a good relationship with Hermione, and Searle likes to be in the small circle (because I like it)

    Draco's transformation plan, in fact, I didn't plan to be 100% in the end, and it's impossible to achieve 100%. If he does, he will not be a Malfoy. But now it's almost the same. He already has his own thinking, he has his own considerations, and he is still the young master who puts his interests first and protects himself.

    I still want to make a statement, this is not Searle's KPI in the first place, if she is not a nosy person, she will not care about Draco, she still has to save people Reading, but also falling in love, how busy ah baby! Of course, if I let her do this, there will naturally be a good show in the back (you know that I like foreshadowing the most!

    I think I will talk about Seid here. When I was thinking about it, the most difficult thing was Seid! He is so hard to save! ! So I'll take a solution to Seid's problem that may not be acceptable to everyone. You can actually guess, you think about why I set Sylle bigger than Fred and George? Is it just a good age? Another word friends! My next book will be writing schoolgirls! (In fact, when I just posted a long time ago, some comments have already guessed it.

    I thought for a long time whether I should say it or not, or I should say it in advance, I am afraid that everyone will cut me with a knife, then I will continue to make a knife, everyone prepare (I will run first

    Starting in the next chapter, the high energy should last until the end of sixth grade (blind confidence

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: there is no cat today, 20 bottles of cheesecake and milkshake; 10 bottles of chocolate draft beer;

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