HP Dear Miss Freak

    "She seems to be reborn in the red flames, and her side is full of manzhushahua."

    "The first item is the dragon."

    Harry finally met Sylvia, stopped her on the way, pulled her aside and whispered.

    "Really...?" Sylvia was just thinking about her potions thesis, and was taken aback by the sudden appearance of Harry.

    "There are four in total, one for each of us, and we have to pass by them." Harry said quickly, his hands were still making small movements because of anxiety.

    "You..." Sylvia pulled him aside before continuing, "How do you know?"

    "I saw it with my own eyes." Harry was clearly in a state of confusion: "I'm not the only one who knows. Fleur and Krum know it now, Madame Maxime Both Karkaroff and Karkaroff saw the dragon."

    "Okay, thank you for telling me." Sylvia forced a smile, she knew how difficult the fire dragon was.

    "I also received a letter from Sirius, he reminded me to be careful of Karkaroff..." Harry said in a low voice, Sylvia had seen Moody coming in their direction .

    Mad-Eye was walking out of a nearby classroom. "Potter, come with me." He said gruffly and gave Sylvia a sidelong glance, "Tonks, let's go."

    "Goodbye." Sylvia waved politely and turned away.

    This year, Sirius does not need to meet Harry in secret, and can directly exchange letters. That's a good thing, after all, it's been a tough year for little Harry.

    Although, so do I.

    Sylvia found that the dramatic scenes liked to happen to her, so she always cherished the ordinary days more. And when the usual turns into thesis assignments, writing, and preparing for the competition, time becomes dull and fast again.

    “…”

    Sylvia suddenly woke up from her dream, only to find herself looking at the potions textbook and fell asleep accidentally. It's a pity that she didn't get a love heroine script, and no one would put a coat on her when she walked into the common room and passed her.

    "Huh?" Sylvia rubbed her eyes and looked at the blank parchment. She saw the familiar handwriting suddenly drawn in front of her, and after a while, she took a long breath and smiled. up.

    This is Fred's handwriting. He looked at the papers that Sylvia had put aside, and wrote on the parchment several of her mistakes.

    "I almost forgot that this guy is a genius." Of course Sylvia knew that the twins could do so many tricks and potions would not be bad. She looked out the dim window, curled up in an armchair. Only then did she realize that there was a small box on the table.

    "Bunny's exclusive final version of weightless flying marshmallows." Sylvia opened the box, and inside was a packet of marshmallows and a note, "I think it will always help you..."

    She took one of them apart and threw it into her mouth, and the whole person began to rise slowly, but when she controlled her body to move, she found that she could change the direction of her rise, fall and flight.

    Just a few minutes later, she fell back into the armchair.

    "Okay." Sylvia put away the box and smiled happily, "No matter what, I'll find a way to use it."

    Sylvia doesn't know how much she's sure about the Triwizard Tournament either, but she needs a good place. If the fake Moody's handle cannot be caught, the only way to stop Voldemort's resurrection is to prevent Harry from getting the portkey at the end.

    "Are you ready?" Professor McGonagall brought Sylvia and Harry to the entrance of the hero's tent, and she also looked extra anxious, "Okay, don't be nervous. Keep your head calm. . We have some wizards on the side, if the situation is not good, they will come forward to control the situation. Are you all right?"

    "It's okay." Sylvia heard Harry say, "It's okay, I'm fine."

    "Do your best." Sylvia took a deep breath, gave Professor McGonagall a smile, and walked into the tent with Harry.

    Fortunately, everyone's condition is not very good. Hibiscus sat on a low wooden stool in the corner, not at all as calm as usual. Krum also looked gloomier than usual. Sylvia and Harry looked at each other and gave each other a sure smile.

    "Okay, everyone is here now. It's time to introduce the situation to you!" Bagman called the four warriors together and said cheerfully, "After the audience has gathered, I will This bag is handed to you in turn." He held up a purple silk bag and shook it at them, "You pick out a small model of the thing you're going to face! They're different... umm ...kind...ah, yes...your mission is to pick up the golden eggs!"

    Sylvia simply found a place to sit cross-legged, she always felt that as the outside of the tent became more and more lively, her legs became weaker and weaker. Fleur and Krum didn't react, and stayed aside quietly. Harry also looked nervous, but Sylvia didn't care about others now.

    "Ladies first." Bagman walked over with the bag, and just by hearing the movement, he knew that the audience was almost gathered.

     Fleur looked at Sylvia, but the latter motioned to her first: "You are the guest."

    She didn't shirk, put a trembling hand into the cloth bag, and took out a small, lifelike dragon model.

    Welsh green dragon with a number around its neck: number two.

    Sylvia nodded secretly in her heart, she knew it was right.

    "Miss Tonks." Bagman handed the bag to Sylvia.

    But this is what Sylvia didn't expect.

    She did not expect that she pulled a Hungarian tree peak with a number four from the bag, which caused her to choke on her own saliva and cough.

    No, isn't this Harry's? Shouldn't mine be a Swedish short-nosed dragon?

    Sylvia just watched Krum pull out the bright red Chinese fireball with the number three tied around her neck. And what Harry took out was the silver-blue Swedish short-nosed dragon with a number one tied around its neck.

    "Okay, you all got it!" Bagman clapped his hands happily, "You all drew the fire dragon you are about to face, and the number on its neck is for you to deal with the fire dragon Sequence, get it? Well, I'm going to leave you guys for a while now, because I'm going to explain to the audience. Harry, you're the first, you walk into the field as soon as you hear the whistle, okay? By the way... Harry... may I have a word with you? Come outside?"

    Sylvia continued to sit down in the small space she occupied, looking at the Hungarian Horntail with its wings outstretched and tusks in her hands, she sighed deeply.

    I don't know if what Charlie taught me can be used.

    In just a few seconds, Sylvia heard a commotion from the crowd, indicating that Harry had already started his fight. The cheers of the crowd were enough to make people nervous, and Bagman's commentary made it all the more exciting.

    Harry's fire can help him defeat the Hungarian Horntail, not to mention the Swedish short-nosed dragon. But Sylvia was out of luck. If she knew that her opponent would be the ferocious Hungarian Horntail, she would probably have learned a few tricks from Sirius.

    I don't know how long it took, Sylvia heard a burst of deafening cheers, and Bagman's excited commentary: "It's really good! Now let the referee score!"

    "One is down, three more!" Bagman shouted when the whistle sounded again, "Miss Delacour, please come on!"

    Sylvia took out her wand and felt the uneven body of the wand with her fingertips, hoping this familiar feeling would make her feel better.

    It's a good partner who has fought side by side for so many years, isn't it?

    When the audience burst into cheers again, Sylvia even suspected that an hour had passed. It was too hard. She couldn't help standing up and pacing back and forth. After thunderous applause, the whistle was blown for the third time.

    "Mr. Krum is here!" With Bagman's shout, Sylvia was the only one left in the tent.

    Well, that's annoying.

    Sylvia didn't like the feeling that everyone left and only she was left in place.

    And Klum thoughtfully completed the project faster, as if he knew how hard it was for her. Or maybe it's just psychological. Sylvia replayed her tactics in her mind, and heard the overwhelming screams and shouts.

    Good, good.

    Since I am here, it must be a good show, right?

    A clear whistle, no matter as an ode to victory or a horn to go to war, is somewhat lacking in meaning. Sylvia heard her name and walked outside through the entrance of the tent with her wand clenched tightly. She was always like this. She was nervous and her mind was spinning fast, thinking about how to make it watertight. When it comes to critical moments, there is always the courage to be generous.

    Sylvia doesn't know if this kind of mentality is good or not.

    The dazzling sunlight almost made her unable to open her eyes, but it was the hundreds of gazes in the stands that shocked her. She never liked the feeling of being in the limelight, and now it can be considered that the entire magical world is paying attention to her events.

    Sylvia looked for the two redheads next to each other in the stands, but she failed and could not find their voices in the cheers. So she took a deep breath, let out a long breath, took the flying marshmallow from her pocket and threw it in her mouth, staring straight at her target—

    Hungarian Hornets towering over the field.

    Charlie has said many times about the temper of fire dragons, these big guys will not let water. So we must strike first, press step by step, take the dominant advantage, and win all in one go.

    First, shut it up.

    The tip of Sylvia's staff was aimed at the mouth of the fire dragon, and she threw out a rapid restraint spell. The magical cords held his jaws firmly, no longer emitting a terrifying flame. But alas that makes it even more grumpy.

    Then, lure it away from the golden egg.

    Obviously there is a previous step, this step does not require any more thinking. Sylvia ran away quickly, dodging a head hammer from the Hungarian Horntail. She quickly threw a blasting spell in the opposite direction, and the explosion was far more powerful than when she had escaped from Riddle.

    Too late to sigh about her progress, she dodged and rushed towards the golden egg, but the fire dragon quickly turned around and spread its wings towards her.

    F**k!

    Sylvia used the Flying Charm to move a boulder to block the attack, but she heard the sighs of the audience and the coughing of her choking on the dusty stones.

    This is not handsome at all.

    And just before she could react, the Hungarian Hornets regained their dominance. It almost smashes the field directly, and every step can bring disaster like shaking the earth, and Sylvia is almost unsteady, and it is even more difficult to dodge.

    Then... how about I go to heaven too?

    Sylvia felt the effect of cotton candy, she found the gap between the fire dragon's attack and jumped up, and controlled her to float in the air with her body.

    "Pass out!"

     Chanting the spell out loud can at least give herself a boost, and Sylvia suddenly understood what output is all about roaring. Her spell hit the Hungarian Horntail's forehead, and when it shook its head for a while, she threw the next spell.

    "Quickly imprison!"

    When the rope wrapped around the dragon's neck, Sylvia grabbed the other end of the rope and pulled it down to the ground. She went around behind the fire dragon and ran to the golden egg with all her strength. The fire dragon raised its head and neck in pain, but it seemed to be driven insane and broke free of the speed restraint spell on its mouth.

    Golden Egg.

    Sylvia got the golden egg and jumped up to avoid the wings of the fire dragon. Her gaze went from the fire dragon's wings to the gradually moving ground, to the sudden black scales, and the next second, a long thorn slashed her forehead.

    Boom.

    A scream followed.

    Sylvia's eyes only had golden eggs that came out of her hands. She could hardly open her eyes under the dazzling light. The sudden pain reminded her that she was hit by a fire dragon's tail from the air. in the rubble. She was still holding the wand in her right hand, and Sirius had told her when he gave her special training that the wand should not leave her no matter what. Her left hand subconsciously touched her forehead, instantly covered with blood.

    And the dragon's attack came again.

    She almost didn't dodge the new tail blow with a roll, and she couldn't help shivering in the roar of the fire dragon. It turned out that it wasn't because the light was too dazzling that I couldn't open my eyes. It was because the left half of my face was full of blood, and I almost misjudged another attack without opening my left eye.

    She estimated that the location gave herself a quick healing, although she was never good at healing spells. But the fire dragon didn't seem to give her this chance to breathe.

    The wasp's head slowly rose, its neck was fully extended, and its exaggerated wings were spread.

    This is to-

     Spitfire.

    Sylvia stretched her arms but did not stand up from the pile of stones, the pain all over her body was tormenting her, telling her that her thin body could no longer hold it.

    She panicked.

    Between the lightning and flint, just as Sylvia met the fire dragon's yellow horror eyes, she raised her wand and aimed it at the flames blowing in her face.

    "Fire!"

    Sylvia doesn't know why, she seems to be born for these burning sparks. From the riots that nearly blew up the house when he was a child, to the quite gifted flame magic, to the almost self-taught control with training. She has always been confident in her flames, at least she really can't stand the fire dragon.

    How could I fall so easily?

      Sylvia felt that the power of her body was continuously outputting, frantically and endlessly. For a few seconds, she even felt that she lost consciousness, her mind went blank, but she quickly regained consciousness.

    Even with the release of the magic, she slowly stood up, the wand was her comrade-in-arms, and it seemed to be pulling her too.

    This feeling is familiar, a precursor to the many magical riots she has experienced.

    She often wonders what makes a wizard magic violent? Negative emotions? External stimuli? Strong resistance? Whatever it was, she seemed to have it all now.

    This is what she read in those black magic books.

    Stop, Searle.

    The voice of Sirius appeared in her mind, which was an illusion, but it was also her greatest protection after every magical riot. Sirius will calm me down. She has survived so many times because of this thought.

    Now, stop.

    Sylvia flicked her arm and pointed her wand to the ground again. The flames drew a spectacular fire circle around the entire venue in the direction indicated. In the blazing flames, Sylvia narrowed her eyes, almost thinking she was in purgatory. The wasp that held the flame in front of him looked like a gift to the **** of death, and he was like a messenger coming from the fierce fire.

    "Woooooo-"

    The tree bee suddenly made a few muffled chirps, and when it slowly put its head in front of Sylvia, it almost startled the girl again. She panted and stared blankly at the fire dragon in front of her before expressing her guess tentatively.

    "Jamie?" She opened her mouth slowly, and breathed a sigh of relief after another docile cry from the dragon.

    "What are you doing...it's you..."

    Sylvia laughed helplessly, her smile was full of exhaustion. She looked straight at Jamie, put the index and middle fingers of her right hand together on her lips, and placed the kiss on Jamie's head.

    Everything was like that night in second grade.

    "You still remember me... stinky boy... almost killed me..." Sylvia completely relaxed, and slowly knelt down in front of the Hornets.

    However, it is estimated that the score in this game is not high.

    The author has something to say:

    The Fire Dragon Chapter is here! The first project is finally here!

    In fact, I always think that Fred and George can do so many tricks, their potions and spells are definitely not bad, maybe this is a ghost

    Do you remember the Hungarian tree peak that Searle and Charlie gave away? (Winks) Do you remember Searle asking Charlie to teach her how to train her dragon? !

    In fact, I mainly wanted to make up for a small regret of myself. When I first watched the movie, I heard that the first project was Fire Dragon, and I thought that Harry and Norbert could meet again, but it didn't work out. , so it can be considered to make up for a small regret (I hope everyone will not be too concerned about how old a dragon can be, I will count it according to the age of the animal

    So in the first round, I lost a bit of a hip hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! (I love!

    Request a song "Barricades" for this chapter

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: sneaked out of the Badger Yard 6 bottles; Cheesecake with milkshake 5 bottles; Say 2 bottles; Vinyl chloride, Yayoi 1 bottle;

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