HP Dear Miss Freak

    "Brother Bird, hurry up! The shampoo for Snape must be delivered!"

    What everyone did not expect was that Sylvia really passed the quiz at the end of this semester.

    While Sylvia was giggling with her report card, she was hit on the back of the head again. "Put away your stupid smile and look around to know that get out of class is over, you can go." Snape's voice sounded above her head.

    "I've improved a lot, haven't I? Professor." Sylvia giggled.

    "Don't be complacent about such a trivial matter, a normal brain can do this." Snape said, turning around and walking back to his podium.

    "Come on, Sylvia." Angelina patted Sylvia on the shoulder.

    "Professor! Merry Christmas! I'll bring you presents!" Sylvia shouted, happily leaving with Angelina. "Are you trying to **** him off?" Angelina said.

    "Say what? Of course I'm giving our wonderful professor a Christmas wish." Sylvia kissed her transcript happily.

    "Are you really going to give him a gift?" Angelina asked in disbelief.

    "Of course! I like Professor Snape," Sylvia said, and Angelina and Arya both laughed. The two of them probably wouldn't believe it was true.

    "Actually I think you didn't just pass." Arya said, "The scabies potion you made during the exam was really good."

    "He can't wait to tear me up, it would be good to give me this grade." Sylvia said nonchalantly.

    At the beginning of the Christmas holiday, they returned to their respective homes on the Hogwarts Express.

    Time did fly by quickly, although Sylvia felt that she was a little too full, and she and Fred and George basically did not have a day off. Even on the Express, Sylvia, Angelina, Arya, Fred, George, and Lee all play a crackling explosion of Truth or Dare.

    "You remember to come, the day after Christmas." Fred reminded again when he got off the bus.

    "I know, I'm the most active when I go out to play." Sylvia lifted the box and took Brother Bird's cage that Fred handed over.

    "We're waiting for you to exclaim when you see our room," said George proudly.

    "Really?" Sylvia snorted disdainfully, "My room is the coolest."

    "You'll regret what you said." Fred raised his eyebrows.

    "I will return this sentence to you as it is." Sylvia raised her eyebrows following his example.

    "Oh, that's right!" Sylvia stopped them both after getting off the car, "Do you two want to come to my house?"

    "Can you?" They both turned their heads happily.

    "Did you tell your parents?" Dora suddenly appeared behind Sylvia and patted her on the head.

    "Not yet, but I'll tell you as soon as I get back." Sylvia waved, "Wait for my letter."

    "Got it." The two of them said and ran into the distance.

    "It's really energetic." Dora shook her head.

    "Like me." Sylvia raised her head proudly.

    "Wait for your criticism." Dora patted Sylvia's head again, "I heard what you did and was afraid that you would be fired."

    "Professor McGonagall won't fire me, and Professor Binns and Professor Flitwick will both hate me." Sylvia said with a smile. "Pray, I think your mother was scared to death by you." Dora pursed her lips, "You deducted so many points from the academy, and you didn't get stared to death?"

    "Not really, everyone likes me very much." Sylvia remembered their yelling on the train, almost overturning the carriage.

    Like Fred and George, even though they were deducted a lot of points and let Gryffindor's ruby ​​collapse, no one wanted to blame them.

    Maybe this is the charisma?

    "I'm still waiting for you to come back and cry with me." Dora seemed to remember something, and suddenly laughed, "You secretly came to me to cry when you were wronged when you were young."

    "How small is that? I'm eleven years old! My good sister!" Sylvia's eyes widened.

    The two sisters chatted and laughed all the way, and took the knight bus to go home together.

    "Mom! I'm back!" It's very important to please Andromeda in advance, she usually can't bear to talk about her little daughter.

    "Professor McGonagall wrote to me that you're not at all restless at school, Searle." Andromeda seemed to suddenly stop eating.

    "Although I wandered at night, I didn't do anything to hurt others." Sylvia said immediately, "I'm just gluttonous."

    "I didn't expect my first daughter to be very special, and the second daughter to be even more special." Andromeda seemed a little embarrassed. "Mom, I promise you that I'm very measured." Sylvia said, hugging Andromeda and rubbing.

    "Where's Dad?" Sylvia picked up a muffin on the table.

    "He hasn't come back yet, and the Ministry of Magic asked him to work overtime today." Andromeda sighed.

    "Those old stubborn stubborn people want Dad to work overtime again, it's going to be the holidays." Sylvia complained, and took the plate that was about to fall from Dora's hand, "I said you can't handle it with one hand. Can't you hold it with both hands together?"

    "You talk too much." Dora rolled her eyes, "Why don't you come and help when you have time?"

    "Come here." Sylvia put the last muffin in her mouth, licked the powdered sugar on her fingers, and walked to the kitchen.

    "Mom, I want to go to a friend's house on the twenty-sixth." Sylvia sought Andromeda's approval at the dinner table.

    "Which friend?" Andromeda put down her fork and wiped her mouth with a towel. Mom's meals are so elegant and pleasing to the eye, Sylvia can't help smirking.

    "Who else could it be? Weasley." Dora interjected, "The twins with whom she went on a night tour."

    "Fred and George, they are my friends." Sylvia looked at her mother with puppy-like pleading eyes.

    "The Weasleys are very good." Andromeda said with a smile, "Did their kid lead you to mess around?"

     "People in the school say that the three of them are inseparable and have similar personalities. I don't know if they think they are triplets." Dora said angrily.

    "Really? Then I really want to meet them." Andromeda covered her mouth and laughed.

    "That's great, Mom! Shall I invite them over to play? How about it?" Sylvia asked happily.

    "Okay." Andromeda agreed, her little daughter cheering.

    "You will like them, Mom, no one will dislike them both." Sylvia was about to jump up at the table with excitement.

    "Come on." Dora laughed, "Look Mom! She was abducted by the boy after a long time."

    "Don't talk nonsense." Sylvia pushed her stinky sister, "I'll abduct them too."

    "Your focus is here?" Dora laughed.

    "Okay, girls. You're tired from driving and driving, and have an early rest after dinner." Andromeda likes to see her two daughters pouting, especially since she hasn't seen her for such a long time. In the case of two little babies.

    On Christmas Eve, Sylvia packed all the presents for Brother Bird to deliver. Because there were too many gifts, Brother Bird showed an expression of eating dung eggs throughout the whole process, and chirped sullenly, as if scolding and leaving. "I know it's not good for you to work overtime during the holidays. I'll buy you the best feed for the holidays!" Sylvia shouted at its back.

    She gave Snape a bottle of shampoo.

    If Fred and George knew about it, they would both burst out laughing. But Snape wouldn't be laughing, he would just want to beat Sylvia, or deduct points from Gryffindor.

    She also gave Professor Dumbledore a Christmas gift, a large box of Muggle candies, which was a new Christmas gift box from Sylvia's favorite brand, guaranteed to be sweet enough , the old man is innocent.

    Fred and George gave Sylvia a large box of modified dung eggs for Christmas.

    How can they see that I like to play **** too? Sylvia looked at the dung eggs in the box, and with some disgust she took out a note from it.

    "Merry Christmas, buddy!" It looked like someone had written a letter together.

    After thinking twice, Sylvia decided to ambush some dung eggs at Dora's door, and she stepped on it as soon as she went out.

    "Sylvia!" Sylvia knew she had succeeded when she heard Dora's roar, and she laughed unkindly. Then there was the sound of Dora knocking on the wooden door, while Sylvia sat on it, motionless.

    "Don't pretend to be asleep! Believe it or not I climbed from the tree to your room and beat you! Little bitch!" Dora roared below.

    "Mom! Dora is going to climb a tree!" Sylvia shouted.

    "You dare to sue the wicked first! Little bitch! Come down if you have the ability!"

    "Come up to me if you have the ability!"

    "Don't come down! The mashed potatoes are mine!"

    "You let go of my mashed potatoes!" Sylvia leaned on the board and roared, and then she heard Dora chanting a spell.

    Damn! You put a lock on the door for me? Do you think I can't open it? Sylvia waved her wand and used Araho to open the hole and jumped down quickly.

    "I caught it! Little bunny!" As soon as Sylvia reached the ground, Dora grabbed the back collar firmly.

    "Dora, you want to be an Auror to catch the dark wizard, not your lovely sister." Sylvia said with a smile.

    "You explain it to your mother." Dora pointed to the exploding dung egg at the door of her room.

    "How can such a little thing bother Mom?" Sylvia took out her wand and cleaned it.

    "I admit that you are better than me in spells class." Dora raised her eyebrows and loosened Sylvia, "but your Defense Against the Dark Arts class is not as good as mine."

    "You can actually listen to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class?" Sylvia walked downstairs with her, "Teaching knowledge points all day without practice."

    "Practice? How old are you." Dora's eyes widened, "Our seniors rarely practice."

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    "Shut up! You know a ghost? Little kid." Dora said angrily.

    "You know what a ghost! I'm too lazy to tell you." Sylvia ran a few steps to the restaurant and stretched out her hands to cheer,

    "Mom and Dad! Merry Christmas!"

    The author has something to say:

    Thanks again for your love!

    New cover recently drawn! I don't know if you like it or not, hahaha! The cover is the character of our little Searle!

    The manuscript deposit box is particularly sufficient, everyone can eat it with confidence!

    The story of the much-requested triplets is coming soon! ! See you in the next chapter!

    Put my scarf here @Mr. pine nuts on the roadside welcome everyone to come and see me hhhhhh

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: Han Chuxi, Grape Jun 1 bottle;

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