HP Dear Miss Freak

    "I think of you when I walk, and I think of you when I sit."

    Sylvia rode a small battery to many places. Without any destination, she just wanted to get around.

    After so many days, she still didn't know what to do.

    She thought about many possibilities before, but she never thought of knowing that Fred cared about her so much, or...liked her in such a terrible way.

    Brother Bird watched her finish writing a letter and immediately crumple it and throw it into the wastebasket, and so on. It seems to be a little disappointed because of the lost job opportunity. But its owner finally decided to put those words in that scrapbook.

    She has done a lot of things these days, such as asking Sirius to learn new spells, such as practicing Occlumency, such as helping Andromeda learn new dishes, and writing A manuscript about Lynch was sent to Wizarding Weekly.

    When she checked the photos that day, she realized that she had taken more pictures of twins than Lynch, and that Fred and George's faces had been the norm.

    The same sentence.

    It is because you can't see each other when you look up, you can't be separated for a moment.

    So no matter how much she does, she can't fill the missing piece of her heart.

    But it was this incident that made Sylvia fully understand that she cared more about the so-called mission to save everyone. As she had said to Harry, he was Harry Potter first, then Savior. And she was first Sylvia Tonks, daughter of Ted and Andromeda, sister of Dora, niece of Sirius, good friend of Fred and George, and then that change Girl with a horoscope.

    "Ciel? Why are you lying here?"

    Luna's face suddenly appeared in front of Sylvia, the latter jumped up, and the two heads almost collided.

    "Hi, Luna." Sylvia sat up and straightened her hair. "How was your summer vacation?"

    "Very good." Luna laughed, "How about you?"

     "Not bad." Sylvia smiled too.

    "Are you here for the Weasley twins?" Luna also sat down on the grass.

    "No." Sylvia smiled and shook her head.

    A little lost, but she's glad people think of Fred and George at the mention of her.

    This is a small field near the village of Autry San Cachipol. The Burrow is less than a ten-minute drive away, and it's not too far from Luna's home.

    "I know you two are very close." Luna winked her big eyes, "I envy that you are always inseparable."

    "Luna, you will also have a group of good friends." Sylvia smiled tenderly, "In the future, a group of equally friendly, brave and intelligent children will find you and them like-minded.”

    "You're talking more and more like someone who will work at the Ministry of Magic." Luna's voice was light, but it hit Sylvia **** the head.

    "Do you think I've changed?" Sylvia turned to look at her, "Not as interesting as before?"

    "I've read your paper on the history of magic. Professor Binns said your style is too lighthearted, and you like to use some exaggerated and interesting sentences. But I like it." Luna said with His finger touched an airship Lee earring on Sylvia's ear, "My dad also said that he liked the articles you wrote very much, which is very different from the popular ones."

    "Your father?" Sylvia gasped, "Mr. Lovegood also read my paper?"

    "Do you want to sit at my house?" Luna stood up and patted the grass clinging to her butt, "I think you would like to chat with my dad about your article."

    "Of course! My pleasure!"

    It was a rather odd house indeed.

    Sylvia couldn't find a suitable description either. Compared with the uniqueness of the Burrow, Luna's house is more mysterious.

    "Very different, right?" Luna smiled back at Sylvia when she pushed open the door.

    "Yes." Sylvia nodded happily, she knew that this must be what Luna wanted to hear. Instead of entering the house immediately, she noticed the bushes on one side, which were covered with plump and plump airships, and she felt much better just by looking at them.

    "Are you looking at Airship Li?" Luna pushed open the heavy black door and turned around and asked.

    "Can you teach me to plant?" Sylvia squatted beside the bushes and looked back at her.

    "Of course!" Luna's eyes with a surprise filter were filled with surprises at the moment, "I'd love to!" Of course Sylvia hopes that Luna can be more I met someone early and told her that your hobby is very interesting, I like it very much, and I want you to take me into your world.

    "Luna? Are you back?" A tired and cheerful voice sounded in the room.

    "Dad! I brought my friends to the house!" Luna took Sylvia's hand and jumped inside, "Look! This is mine! Friend, Sylvia Tonks of Gryffindor."

    The joy in Luna's tone at this moment was something Sylvia had never seen before.

    She cherished Sylvia as a friend.

    And Sylvia didn't know when to start, she forgot that she should maintain her original enthusiasm for her friends. She cared and accompanied them less, why should they be required to be consistent?

    Sure enough, people are cheap. Only when they are lost can they know how to cherish them.

    "You mean Tonks?" Mr. Lovegood walked around the maze of furniture and appeared in front of Sylvia, "Miss Tonks? Long gone."

    "You're so polite! Sir!" Sylvia waved her hand in a panic, and then quickly stretched out her hand, "I'm Sylvia Tonks, just call me Syl. I'm Luna's good friend!" She deliberately emphasized the latter sentence, for the warmer smile on Luna's mouth, and for the sincerity she should regain in her friendship.

    "Xenophilius Lovegood. Nice to meet you." As if remembering something, Mr. Lovegood turned around and rummaged through a pile of books and papers, "I read your article."

    "Witcher Weekly?" Sylvia nodded, "My sister told me a few days ago that it was approved and published."

    "Didn't you see it for yourself?" Luna asked aside.

    "I forgot." Sylvia scratched the back of her head and stuck her tongue out, "I'm just a fool."

    "You should have a look." Mr. Lovegood found the Wizard's Weekly, "Seeing that page of his article published is the most exciting thing any writer can receive. Gift."

    "It's not really a writer." Sylvia smiled and shook her head, "At most, a good writer. I like to write something and complain when I have something to do, just watch it. It's just a feeling after the World Cup is over."

    "Your article has been well received! Searle!" Luna widened her round eyes, "I went to the publishing house yesterday to help my father and heard many editors complimenting You! He also said that it would be great if he could cooperate with you! Very few people write articles about sports!"

    "You do very well." Lovegood turned the page in front of Sylvia, causing her to see at a glance that the pictures she had taken were also published She adopted it and put it up, "And it's very different from your previous style. The words are very sharp, the entry point is very special, and the irony effect is in place. To be honest, it is very different from your original lively style."

    "Maybe it's because something happened to me recently." Sylvia shrugged, "But I haven't changed, I just tell the truth, lively or sharp, these are just me It's just what I want to express."

    "No one dares to say this: Aidan Lynch is undoubtedly living under the umbrella of his teammates. Three extremely good Chasers have made the team's reputation as if they were looking for the ball. His hands are weaker. What's more regrettable is that Lin Qi's flaws are exposed without the support of the Chaser." Xenophilius read this sentence, and shook his head as if he was thinking, "And this One sentence: If Lin Qi didn't meet such a good teammate, what is left of him? Is it ridiculous?"

    Sylvia was silent, writing these sentences carefully. But when she found that the more she wrote, the more she resembled her own miniature, and she showed no mercy when writing.

    Fred and George left Sylvia, still legends of tricks. But Sylvia left Fred and George... She couldn't live without Fred and George.

    "I heard that you are a Lin Qi fan." Luna made tea and waited for them to sit down, "I heard that your article has also spread to the Irish team."

    "It's just because I'm a fan of him...it's because I know him so well that I'm qualified to write this article." Sylvia took a deep breath and took the magazine He came to the front and pointed out the last sentence, "As a fan, I am not disappointed, I just still have expectations. He is not giving a response to fans, a response to the media, but a response to himself, to his coach, teammates and team. A response. I have watched him play for so many years, and every year at the end of the season I write in a letter to him: I know you can do it. The same sentence goes to Aidan Lynch this year."

    Also give it to myself this year.

    You don't need to explain to anyone, you just need to be worthy of yourself. Because Sylvia knew that this alone was already difficult. Before she could be alone, she began to put herself in other people's affairs. Sylvia now felt that what Hoddle said was half right, and sometimes she had to focus on herself first.

    "Actually, it's just complaining as a fan." Sylvia hurriedly added. It's just that there are other ways to find it without Weibo and Moments.

    "I think I like your whining." Xenophilius' pale eyes filled with approval, "I think you're a good fit for whining on The Quibbler, as long as you willing."

    "I write pretty average... eh? Anything?" Sylvia admitted that her calm heart was re-rippling.

    "Anything."

    "And the Ministry of Magic?"

    "Ministry of Magic?" Xenophilius smiled after a moment, "The Ministry of Magic is a mess these days. Recently people have been sending roaring letters to the Ministry of Magic, complaining about the safety of the World Cup. Question. Rita Skeeter found a lot of material."

    "She?" Sylvia showed disgusted eyes, "She is good at creating public opinion, lest the world be in chaos."

    "Do you want to complain about the World Cup too?" Luna asked, tilting her head.

    "I don't do that. The management of the Ministry of Magic is very problematic, but the farce of the World Cup itself is also an unforeseen trouble." Sylvia shook her head, "Let me Think...I can..." She rolled her eyes and laughed suddenly: "Mr. Lovegood, can I write fairy tales?"

    "I'm looking forward to it." Xenophilius and Luna looked at each other, nodded and held out his hand, "Nice cooperation, Miss Tonks."

    "Have fun working together! Don't sing!"

    "Sylvia! Look at what I found!" Sirius patted the partition door of Sylvia's room excitedly, "Pygmy Puff! I think you will like it! "

    "Stop knocking, she's not here." Dora came out of her room and rubbed her messy silver hair.

    "Where did you go?" Sirius withdrew his excited smile, lost like a child, "Why does she go out all day? She doesn't come to play with me."

    "I don't know either." Dora waved her hand, "These days, she leaves early and returns late. She looks very energetic, so we'll just go with her."

    "What did she find to do?"

    Well, found something interesting.

    Sylvia was about to take root in Luna's room. She wanted to wonder if Ravenclaw's students had magical auras, and it would be great to use their brains around them. efficiency.

    "I think it would be cool if an Auror was also a writer." Luna looked at Sylvia sitting on the windowsill as she flipped through her book.

    "If I'm not an Auror, I'd be fine to be a fairy tale playwright." Sylvia's quill paused for a moment, then twitched again quickly. She has written too many fairy tales these days, short and lively, but also darker and more ironic than usual.

    "I like this one, 'The Fondant-Loving Earl and the Neglected Clown'." Luna turned to the naysayer, "Although it's an old-fashioned story, It's easy to see that the villain Earl is referring to the mercenary cadres of the Ministry of Magic."

    "After all, I've written so much, only this one that Uncle Xenophilius said can be published." Sylvia laughed, "Accurately, Fudge. Covet power and weakness Incompetent, a qualified and ridiculous fairy tale character."

      Going against the earl makes him look like he's in the right place?"

    "I don't have the ability to write thought-provoking articles, and I don't have enough ability to describe the color of the characters. In my opinion..." Sylvia sighed and shook her head, "Fairy tales are black and white, straight to the point. But reality is quite complicated, and nothing is either. Those who are good and bad are indistinguishable, they are all relative. In short, all I can do is write what I see. Come out. I just wanted to remind everyone not to forget these things."

    The fact that Peter can cause so much trouble is also underestimated.

    "That's why your article is so successful, Sylvia." Xenophilius knocked on the door and walked into the room with hot tea, "Few people dare to write the truth, in the Social pressure or your own cowardice. And you bring those people who are really angry, spurned, and suppressed by the world to the surface. You have helped many people speak their minds.”

    "I'm cowardly too." Sylvia smiled and shook her head, "Otherwise, why wouldn't I dare to have a real-name system?"

    "Because you're very humble, Searle." Luna's ethereal voice echoed in the room, mellow like a lark. Sylvia didn't know whether it was because of the praise or because of the girl's kindness, that she could see that Luna seemed to be covered with a soft moonlight.

    "How can I be humble!" Sylvia laughed exaggeratedly, "Luna, don't praise me!"

    "You told me not to tell anyone that you were writing a fairy tale." Luna continued, blinking her big eyes, "You didn't even tell your family."

    "That's me...I don't think I write so well..." Sylvia scratched the back of her head embarrassedly, "If you really have achievements, then tell the family to make them happy. Wouldn't it be very embarrassing if I overturned as soon as I boasted about Haikou?"

    "You look like a child with a very flamboyant personality." Xenophilius let out a deep laugh, "Just like your writing, like a rebellious child wrote If you come out, your attitude is tough, and you can be ruthless when you criticize. No one would expect the author of such an article to be a cute girl with a warm heart. I think that's what makes you interesting."

      "

    "So the pseudonym you gave yourself is - Ambassador of Hogwarts Civilization?" Luna pointed to the name in the author column on the article.

    "How can this be ironic?" Sylvia put on an innocent expression that she was very good at, "I'm very civilized!" "Okay, okay! I'm sorry Professor Dumbledore! It feels like this is the worst hack at Hogwarts! Professor Dumbledore! I'm here to say sorry to you first!"

    The Lovegoods looked at each other and laughed.

    Civilization Ambassador? She finds it funny herself.

    "Perhaps...Hogwarts Raiders is more suitable for me?"

    In short, this mysterious and strange ambassador of Hogwarts civilization has completely entered the public eye of the magic world.

    The author has something to say:

    The Ambassador of Hogwarts Civilization is here! family! ! Can't think of a more suitable title, everyone, hahahahahahaha!

    I think the best thing about that fight is that they both know each other's thoughts, but they also fall into the most embarrassing scene. Which of them is the one who bows his head? Nobody is. And there are some regrets in my heart, and there are also certain complaints. So the situation is really not optimistic.

    But in fact, the relationship is a matter of two people, so let them solve it by themselves!

    The Gummy Count and the Neglected Clown

    Duke Honey has a candy called Fudge the Fly. This guy really **** me off! ! This pedantic and egoistic old thing! I can't wait to point to the nose and scold him!

    Actually, I think Peter Pettigrew is the one who has been neglected. He was the most inconspicuous one from among the Predators. When it comes to the Death Eaters, he doesn't stand out at all. But it was him who did a lot of things. It was not unreasonable that he was assigned to Gryffindor, and he had great courage when he followed the strong.

    The power of words cannot be underestimated.

    Summer vacation is over here! The next chapter is the beginning of sixth grade! ! Thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2021-08-1401:00:53~2021-08-1613:04:03~

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of cheesecake with milkshake; 444468946 bottles; 1 bottle of vinyl chloride;

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