HP Dear Miss Freak

    "The collision of two generations of Gryffindor pranksters."

    Swearing at Sylvia in class has now become Snape's big pastime. He doesn't seem to be uncomfortable calling a fool for a day, and Sylvia is that fool.

    Sylvia doesn't care, as long as the materials in the class that day don't show the invertebrate creature that drives her crazy, she will be stunned again.

    "How many times do you remind me to tell the difference between clockwise and counterclockwise?" Snape's voice came from behind her again, "Rework the whole pot, idiot." Then Sylvia's The pot is empty again.

    Why? Why can't I tell left and right and counterclockwise clockwise? Lack of this skill will not affect the quality of life, right? Sylvia was puzzled. Not being able to tell the difference between left and right may only affect the production of potions, but it will greatly affect Sylvia's quality of life.

    "I hope you didn't do it on purpose to make yourself famous for your stupidity." Why did he always think I did it on purpose? Sylvia was very depressed.

    "Professor, I will definitely change it." Sylvia said seriously when she handed in the decoction of her homework.

    Snape snorted.

    "Professor, I will definitely get an A in the final exam." Sylvia vowed.

    "You may not realize that you're not just a dumb question, your poor potions savvy is pathetic."

    Snape is right, Sylvia is really not good at this kind of course, just like she was very hard at chemistry in her previous life.

    "I will learn well!" Sylvia said firmly, giving him another look.

    "It doesn't look like you at all."

    "Stop learning and play with us." Fred and George sat down on either side of Sylvia.

    "I can't be looked down upon by Snape." Sylvia gritted her teeth. She desperately wanted Snape's praise, although she probably wouldn't get it in her lifetime unless she was reborn to join Slytherin.

    "Guess what? George and I found a new secret passage! It leads to the outside of the castle." Fred shook Sylvia's arm excitedly.

    "The bad news is that we met Filch on the way back, and today we saw him holding a plank as if he was going to seal up that seal." George pursed his lips.

    They have been working hard for a month to find new fun. Sylvia thought.

    "So we prepared a great gift for him."

    "Come and see with us, Syl." The two of them took Sylvia by one arm and lifted her up.

    "Who did you copy if I didn't do my homework?" As soon as these words came out, the two of them immediately put Sylvia down.

    "You are too slow."

    "Write faster." They both sighed and lay on the table.

      Is it reasonable to write a ten-inch paper?" Why didn't you find Hogwarts so pitiful before?

    "That's right, Searle." Fred sat up immediately.

    "They can't let us play and make us learn so much." George nodded.

    "Sylvia Tonks, don't poison my brother with your strange thoughts." Percy walked over to Sylvia and sat down.

    "Shouldn't you be worried about your brothers coming to poison me?" Sylvia looked at him in disbelief.

    "They're already very rude, you don't rationalize these thoughts." Percy frowned.

    "Don't you think? Percy." Sylvia put down her pen and looked at him, "To tell the truth, in the Muggle world, writing papers is all university, that is, eighteen It's a matter of years later."

    "I learned something in Muggle studies." Percy raised his head and said, "But it turns out that the papers you write in first grade are full of loopholes, and very naive, and can't be On par with papers written in Muggle universities."

    "Don't talk to him, Searle." Fred looked at his brother discontentedly, "Only in this world Percy writes papers that are neither childish nor inferior."

    "As if you haven't been through first grade, good Percy." George rolled his eyes.

    "It seems to be right." Sylvia looked at Percy and nodded in agreement, "But can the length be shorter?"

    "It's very short. I never write papers less than twenty inches. I thought you liked writing papers. Professor Binns praised your papers." Percy stared Looking at Sylvia with big eyes, she couldn't believe it.

    "So your paper is very well written."

    "No wonder Professor Binns saw at a glance that the two of us copied it. It seems that we need to make more changes in the future." Fred and George laughed.

    "You dare to say it! Let mom know about you..."

    "Oh, she wouldn't know if you didn't tell me! Wouldn't it? Tell me?"

    "Searle calls this kind of person Er-Five." The two of them grimaced and interrupted Percy.

    "Percy! Save me!" Oliver rushed into the lounge, "Save me! Save me!"

    "You won't swallow the golden snitch, right?" Sylvia couldn't help but said looking at his fiery look, Fred and George had already covered their mouths and laughed. Oliver has just been turned from the bench to the full-time goalkeeper this year, but Charlie said he was so nervous that he made frequent mistakes in training.

    "Worse than that!" Oliver sat down next to Percy.

    "My sister threw the Quaffle on your head?" Sylvia asked again.

    "No! We're not training with Hufflepuffs either!" Oliver raised his voice, "and I'm not going to get hit by Tonks!"

    "What the **** happened to you?" Percy looked at his good roommate.

    "The homework of arithmetic and divination will be handed in tomorrow!" Oliver shook Percy's shoulder vigorously.

    "Sure, I know that." Percy adjusted his glasses.

    "You must have written it, right?"

    "I finished it the night after class." Percy said, Fred and George made a chokehold motion at the same time and rolled their eyes.

    "You're the best! Percy! Lend me a copy!" Oliver's eyes were shining.

    "No," Percy said firmly.

    "I beg you!"

    "If you're not thinking about your Quidditch all day, you'll have time to write."

    "Oh! Please Percy! It's due tomorrow!"

    "You have time to write now."

    "Arithmetic divination is too difficult! I shouldn't have reported with you at the time."

    "Didn't you report it with me just to copy my homework?"

    "But you didn't copy me at all! And you didn't tell me that you reported everything! You deliberately picked the hard ones and told me!"

    "That's right, you must know that's what I planned from the beginning." Percy said and left the table.

    I didn't expect you to be very careful, Percy.

    "Poor."

    "Fortunately we have Searle." Fred and George said with a smile.

    "Write now, while there is still time." Sylvia looked at her watch, picked up a pen and continued to write those mind-blowing Potions class assignments.

    Fred and George were already on the couch playing Crackling and Exploding, leaving only Sylvia and Oliver at the table.

    "Sylvia, do you like Quidditch?"

    “Like.”

    "Do you want to join the team?"

    "Think."

    "Great! Then you must come to the selection next year."

    "Oliver, you are doing your homework now. Remember?"

    "Searle, are you finished!"

    "We're all tired of playing!" came the voices of Fred and George.

    "Potion is too difficult! And Oliver is always muttering across from me." Sylvia glared at Oliver complainingly.

    "It's arithmetic and divination is too difficult!" Oliver slammed the table, startling Sylvia.

    "What's so difficult? I'll do the math for you!" Sylvia slapped the table and grabbed his homework, picked up a piece of scratch paper and started the calculation. The potion was enough to make her irritable, and another chattering Oliver added to the mix.

    "Will you?" Oliver said, leaning over to Sylvia.

    "Arithmetic divination, no. Arithmetic, yes." Sylvia quickly wrote down a large row of numbers.

    "How did you calculate so fast? Is this accurate?" Oliver looked dumbfounded.

    "If you show it to Percy, you'll know if it's right?" Sylvia said, pushing the scratch paper to him, "I've done all the calculations, analyze the divination I don't understand the part, you can figure it out yourself."

    "This is much simpler and can be found in books." Oliver opened his textbook happily.

    "Can you give me ten minutes of silence? I'm going to fight the potion." Sylvia scratched her head in pain and continued to struggle with her potion work.

    Wait for Sylvia to write it and the twins copied it at the same time, sure enough, it was late at night.

    "I can't wait." Fred jumped up after scribbling the last letter.

    "Go, go, go." George pulled Sylvia and ran forward quickly.

    "Hey! Is this drapery trying to murder me?" Sylvia tightened her robe with one hand, "Can you find a place closer to the lounge next time? You are true Love the feeling of a life and death escape, don't you? Run halfway through Hogwarts to get my Half-Life, guys. If I don't have it, who do you go to to copy your homework!"

    "It's almost there." Fred didn't slow down.

    "Felch will definitely pass by there." George laughed.

    "He's also quite pitiful, being **** by you two all day long." Sylvia shook her head.

    "He's got a lot of good stuff from us."

    "It's said to be contraband every time, can this be used to take away Weasley's magic tricks?" They were both indignant.

    "Weasley magic trick? Nice name." Sylvia smiled.

    "He took the finished product of the weightless low-altitude flying marshmallow." Fred slapped his thigh angrily.

    "We spent a lot of money." George also said angrily, "But we still have new products, we have new processing of dung eggs."

    Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and all three were startled. Taking a few steps forward around the corner, Sylvia saw Filch was covered in shit, as was Mrs Norris.

     "It's over, earlier than I expected." Fred slapped his forehead.

    "Why did he come to set the broom earlier today?" George was also surprised.

    When she and Filch looked at each other, Sylvia felt the despair she had never felt before.

    "You brats!" Filch roared.

    The three ran away. "It's over, get caught!" Sylvia gasped depressedly.

    Fred took out his wand and flashed it with a fluorescent light. They followed Sylvia to learn a lot of spells in advance.

    "No spells in the hallway!" Filch roared behind them.

    Suddenly, Mrs. Norris came to them from nowhere, approaching step by step. Got attacked! This is definitely the most humiliating time these three have ever acted together!

    "Damn." Fred stomped the ground hard.

    "Is this cat a sperm?" George sighed.

    The three of them were taken to Filch's office, and Sylvia saw that there was a cabinet for student files with their three names written on them.

    "It looks like he intends to provide us with a special cabinet." Sylvia whispered.

    "There's more than one drawer to keep track of our great adventures." Fred winked with a smirk.

    "At least two offices this size?" George laughed too.

    "You wait for me." Filch turned and left the office, "I'll report to Professor McGonagall." Then there was the sound of locking the door.

    “Why does he think he can trap us like this?” Sylvia said regretfully.

    "Confiscation of supplies, high risk?" Fred had already started to rummage through Filch's drawer, and Sylvia's attention followed him to the drawer.

    "Here's our trick." George found their marshmallows in another drawer. "Looks like old Filch didn't try our gadgets."

    "What is this?" Fred took out a seemingly ordinary piece of parchment from the drawer in front of him.

    I know this one! Marauder Map! Sylvia's eyes widened.

    "Highly dangerous? Could it blow up this school?" George laughed.

    "This is no ordinary parchment." Fred returned to the two of them. "I feel magic."

    "It's the gift of Fred and I, we're very sensitive to the magical fluctuations around us," George explained, "so every time before Mom burst into our room and grabbed us, we Can hide the crime scene."

    "Give me the parchment." Sylvia held out her hand, but Fred shrank back.

    "You don't want to put it back, do you? I tell you, I want to take it away! This must be unusual." Fred held the parchment like a cub.

    "We should get something to go, too, don't we? That Filch always finds fault with us, and a lot of the time it doesn't make any sense." George stood beside his brother and seemed to be Indicates that the minority should obey the majority.

    "I mean it's safer to leave me here, that Filch wouldn't search girls, right?" Sylvia said. The twins looked at each other and handed her the parchment.

    "You'd better be more thoughtful." Fred laughed.

    "If he dares to search you, we will go to Dumbledore and complain." George winked at Sylvia.

    As expected, when Filch came back, he searched Fred and George fiercely, not even letting go of a piece of confetti in George's pocket ("Hey! It's my toilet paper!"). Seeing the harmless expressions of the two of them, Sylvia was about to believe it.

    "Come on, kid." Filch said viciously, and the three followed him to Professor McGonagall's office.

    Fred poked Sylvia's arm, and Sylvia poked George's arm knowingly. Just when they reached the secret road intersection of the tapestry on the first floor, they slipped in quickly and lightly, then ran all the way, and quickly rushed into the common room.

    It seems that their tacit understanding has increased again.

    "Oh! Professor! Trust me, they've really been out at night." Fred rolled on the sofa laughing.

    "How could we be caught so easily?" Sylvia put the parchment on the round table, and sat down on the armchair beside the round table, panting.

    But how did they try out the spell. Sylvia has been puzzled by this question for a long time.

    "What's the mystery of this parchment?" Fred leaned against the arm of the armchair, picked up the parchment, opened it, and examined it carefully.

    "It really looks like a piece of ordinary kraft paper." George also came over to check it out.

    "This is highly dangerous." Sylvia raised her eyebrows.

    "It was probably confiscated by that old guy."

    "I dare say that before us there must be many people who challenged the school's broken rules." They guessed.

    They were both right.

    "Felch really has nothing to do and trouble the students all day." Fred tapped the parchment with his wand irritably.

    "I don't know what bad things they did to be confiscated." George folded his arms and looked at the parchment.

    "I also solemnly swear that I will not do good things."

    As soon as these words came out of Fred's mouth, Sylvia immediately knew what kind of **** luck they both had.

    Is this the tacit understanding of the two generations of Gryffindor mischief kings!

    "Hey!" Sylvia exclaimed, pointing to the gradually emerging pattern.

    "Is this a spell?" George cheered in surprise.

    "I solemnly swear that I will not do good things?" Sylvia laughed helplessly.

    You two are indeed related to predators.

    "Merlin's beard, Marauder map?" Fred exclaimed in surprise.

    "The moon face, the worm tail, the prongs, the big feet greet you." George happily read the writing that gradually appeared on the parchment.

    "It looks like they are predators." Sylvia said with a smile.

    "Fantastic! Look!" Fred opened the map, which showed a map of Hogwarts and where everyone was at Hogwarts.

    "Look, here we are." Fred pointed to the names of the three of them gathered together in the Gryffindor lounge.

    "This map tracks everyone!" George lowered his voice and cheered.

    "There is also a way to open the secret passage." Sylvia pointed to the secret passage on the side.

    "We really found a treasure." Fred said excitedly.

    "How are we supposed to turn this off?" George asked, "I usually hide it?"

    Sylvia stretched out her wand and pointed at the map: "End? The end of the prank?" The ink line disappeared, turning back into a normal parchment.

    "How can we thank the Marauders?" Fred stood up excitedly.

    "They must be very happy to know that their map is in our hands. I dare say that we are the best inheritors." George smiled and waved his arms.

    "Better than stinking in Filch's office?" Sylvia shrugged.

    "Do we have to name our squad too?" Fred suggested.

    "The second generation of predators?" George said excitedly, "No no no, we have to have a title of our own."

    "How about triple the trouble?"

    They both looked at Sylvia and smiled.

    "This is us!"

    WeareTripleTrouble.

    The author has something to say:

    Thanks for the collection! ! Really very happy! It's also nice to see some familiar ids in the comments section! !

    TripleTrouble is a tribute to my favorite JOP channel, DoubleTrouble, hope they have a third season soon!

    Want to share my naming of Sylvia. At that time, I wanted to find some connection with the naming method of my sister, so I went to Baidu.

    Nymph of Nymphadora means "the fairy who lives alone in the mountains and waters in Greek and Roman mythology", and our Silvia is a variant of the Latin Silvia, which is a forest in Roman mythology Goddess means. The most important thing is that I think the name is very nice! Either read or write!

    I read everyone's comments, and you can look forward to the follow-up plot whether you guess right or not! Don't be disappointed if it's not what you expected. I hope to bring you interesting stories! Give me more comments!