HP Dear Miss Freak

    "In front of life and death, you are just an ordinary person who will be afraid."

    "Is there something wrong with your brain? Fred Weasley."

    The next day, Sylvia walked out of the dormitory to the lounge and stared at Fred sitting on the sofa.

    "Good morning, my girl." Fred's smile seemed to be hanging from yesterday to today, he took Sylvia's hand and let her sit beside him, and circled her with the other. in the crook of the arm.

    "Explain." Sylvia pulled his collar, which still had yesterday's lip print on it, "What do you think, you still have this thing?"

    "Isn't that what you did? Dude." George sat on the side and made a vomit motion, then rolled his eyes, "Sorry? It should still be considered.”

    "That's not it." Sylvia smiled and looked at George, "Fred is mine, this fact will not change."

    "It's disgusting, thank you." Robert frowned, "I was disgusted by Fred yesterday, and I will be disgusted by you this morning."

    "I'm just listening to you to prove to everyone that I'm your baby." Fred raised his eyebrows in a good mood.

    "Wash it off." Sylvia stopped smiling, rolled her eyes and looked at Fred again, "I don't want everyone to think that my baby is an idiot!"

    "I don't mind." Fred disagreed.

    "Or I set the fire on fire." As soon as Sylvia said this, Fred immediately jumped up and ran back to the dormitory.

    "Both of you have a different style of dating than ordinary people." Kenneth gently strummed the chords, as if he wanted to play a song for the two of them at any time.

    "Oops—" George cried out, looking at Fred's back, "So sweet—Ciel—"

    "When is it your turn to make fun of me! George?" Sylvia didn't know why George's taunting was so effective. Maybe it was because they were too familiar, or maybe it was because she felt a little uneasy when she thought of the words that made people blush and heartbeat yesterday.

    "Yes, yes, George is just a small character used to report that you and Harry are even." George pursed his lips dejectedly, "When will it be my turn to make fun of you? "

    "Don't say that, Georgie, you're my best buddy. I love you the most, okay?" Sylvia smiled and showed a finger of love.

    "Did you hear that! Fred!" George shouted, putting his hands to his mouth, "Searle loves me the most!"

    "I think you're courting death!" Fred had changed his shirt and rushed down the stairs, shoving George and both of them to the ground with the armchair.

    "Shame." Ginny walked past her two brothers, gave them a disgusting look, and sat next to Sylvia, "Sylvia, tell me about the bottom of the lake. , Ron's version is different every time he speaks."

    "It doesn't really matter." Sylvia shrugged, "I just avoided Grindillo and went to the bottom of the lake to rescue Fred."

    "But the rescue part is wonderful." Li said, bouncing down and sitting on the armchair, "We took the binoculars to see, Leoni said it felt so far apart. The cries of Fred being beaten can be heard. Searle, that punch was beautiful."

    "That's more than one punch!" Fred raised his chin in a show.

    "You deserve it!" Ginny snorted, "To pretend to be dead? It's boring! Percy must have written to Mom about the game, you just wait."

    "Of course I'll wait!" Fred laughed slyly, "I'm waiting for my mother to praise me, I caught Bunny! How should I reward me?"

    "Have you ever wondered how to escape a beating from Sirius? Fred." Harry walked over and said schadenfreude. He didn't want to listen to Ron and others telling stories of legends, but Hermione was happy to tear it down.

    "Ah—" Sylvia just remembered this, "There's no need to think about it, there's no escape."

    "Is it all as expected? Brothers?" Fred waved his hand indifferently.

    "Then you expected to be beaten by us?" Angelina brought the other girls over.

    "I know you are all jealous, but I can't help it." Fred looked embarrassed, "Bunny's baby is me, this is not something I can decide."

    "Don't worry, friends." Sylvia laughed, "Actually, we're just having fun."

    "Payment, Miss Warrior." Fred sat cross-legged in front of Sylvia and blinked at her.

    Sylvia just smiled, pinched his nose, let go before everyone could react, and quickly dropped a kiss on his forehead.

    In an instant, all the girls screamed and rushed over and hugged Sylvia. Fred was also forced to fight with the boys.

    Sylvia smiled and turned her head to meet her boy's gaze. Fred's long hair was sticking loosely on his face, and his smiling mouth was clearly saying:

    "As expected."

    Well, being with you is also expected.

    Fred and Sylvia walked through the last few days of February together into a busy March.

    Fred was busy continuing to perfect their trick, and in order to complete a full trick order as quickly as possible, he and George spent almost the entire day in the Screaming Shack. They even invented some small sirens to hide around the willows, making sure they could get in and out without being noticed.

    And Sylvia's business is only increasing.

    Sirius sent Sylvia a long letter. Away from the encouragement and concern of the past, it was mentioned that he was worried that someone framed Harry.

    "It seems that I finally remembered me." Sylvia curled up in the armchair and read the letter repeatedly, "Is there something strange about Karkaroff..."

    "Sirius said he didn't want you to think too much." Harry sat opposite her, also holding a letter in his hand, "Karkaroff seems to have some secret with Snape. .I saw what he showed Snape and looked terrified."

    "I know there's something wrong with this, but I dare not say it has anything to do with Snape or Karkaroff. But I also know that with Sirius helping you I don't need to worry, and Each of your projects is well done." Sylvia couldn't help laughing when she saw the line "Damn Fred Weasley" in the letter.

    Of course she wrote home to tell her and Fred. Although she knew that her ghostly appearance during the summer vacation probably made the family do not have a good impression of Fred.

    "Oh, I didn't ask Sirius for help with the game." Harry hurriedly explained, "Because I heard him say you didn't ask him for help, I think I shouldn't ask him to be fair. .It makes me feel like cheating."

    "I mean someone put your name in the Goblet of Fire, obviously he doesn't have any clue, otherwise he wouldn't come to me." Sylvia smiled and looked at Harry, "On the other hand, I certainly believe that you did not cheat. The score we are now tied is a fair and just score."

    "Um...speaking of this..." Harry frowned. "Bagman offered to help me in the Triwizard Tournament several times. Of course! I didn't accept it!"

    "Bagman wants you to win?" A trace of disgust flashed in Sylvia's eyes, which made Harry startled, "It's very suspicious, why is it you? You won, right? What's in it for him?"

    Betting with the goblin on the benefits of getting your money back.

    Sylvia licked her back molars quietly. Fred and George hadn't mentioned it to her yet, and it was only now that Harry mentioned her that it suddenly occurred to him.

    "He said he had a crush on me." Harry explained, "Sirius wanted to have a good chat with me about it, so we made an appointment for our next Hogsmeade day. See you. Are you coming?"

    "What do you think?" George suddenly came to Sylvia and leaned back in her armchair, "You want to steal the date time from Fred? "

    "Where's Fred?" Sylvia looked up at George, "You showed up, what happened to him?"

    "Don't blame Fred, don't blame me, I didn't kidnap him!" George raised his hands in surrender, "He's been working hard recently, I came back to the dormitory to get some of the previous ones. For the record, drop by the kitchen and get him something to eat. And you know, we've got to figure out a way to sell some more tricks out."

    "Have you been short of money lately?" Sylvia tried to get George to tell him about the loss of his bet.

    "You know the more money the better for our trick business." George said in a low voice, "And now that Fred has you, we have to find a way to marry you quickly, right? ?"

    "Don't be poor, go to work." Sylvia stood up and patted George's shoulder with a smile, "Say hello to him for me."

    Sylvia knows that after they are in love, they will not be tired of being together like ordinary young couples all day, and they will not even spend much time on dates. But she liked it, and Fred was still the boy trying to be a trick maker, and she was still the girl trying to be an Auror.

    The original intention of their expression is not to let the other party stay by their side. It was precisely in order to move forward together that they decided to hold each other's hands.

    The third item is the most annoying thing Sylvia has to solve.

    What Sirius is worried about is exactly what she is worried about now.

    She remembered the letter from Reynolds telling her to be careful. She knew she had turned the horoscope, at least Cedric would survive. She couldn't risk solving the spell on the trophy or deepen the fake Moody's suspicions of her. All she has to make sure now is that no one will touch that door key.

    Sylvia will look through the Daily Prophet when she has time, and leave the useful parts. Like the one about Barty Crouch being strangely ill, and the one about the witches at the Ministry of Magic still missing.

    She was very emotional that the Ministry of Magic was finally going to pay attention to something obvious, and she was even more emotional that it had no effect a long time ago.

    The report about Crouch, a few lines circled by Sylvia, has not been seen since November, the home appears to be uninhabited, St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries Refused to comment, the Ministry of Magic refused to confirm rumours that he was terminally ill...

    How can she have the energy to take care of everything? She is cautious every day, for fear of missing any key turning point.

    Fortunately, there is no final exam this year! Is this how God closes a door for you and opens a window? Each year's Potions exam is the time for Sylvia's intermittent Parkinson's. Take one exam less and earn one!

    Praise God!

    Sylvia closed the notebook in a good mood, checked the time, and returned from the library to the lounge before curfew was more than enough!

    Sylvia opened the textbook and took out a letter from New Zealand.

    "I really want to raise a kiwi—" Sylvia looked at Hoddle's letter with emotion.

    Hoddle apparently also learned about Sylvia's participation in the Triwizard Tournament, and wrote a letter to mock her. "Looks like our batch is gone, and Hogwarts won't be able to find anything good at it. Isn't it? Miss Tonks?"

    Yeah yeah.

    Sylvia read the letter and walked in the night of Hogwarts. When she saw it, she wanted to complain, and even thought that the guy didn't let him send the letter because he didn't want to add trouble to his happy travel.

    How to tell him about the news that he was with Fred.

    Suddenly she heard the sound of someone coughing in front of her, and then she heard a grunting sound. She probably guessed who the other party was, and with a guilty conscience, she quickened her pace and turned back.

    "Miss Tonks."

    Sylvia stood still and looked back at Moody, who was a bad visitor.

    "What's the matter, Professor Moody." Sylvia tried to calm herself down. She always felt that meeting Moody in this little-known corridor would not end well.

    And in the textbook in her hand is a newspaper full of Old Barty News!

    "It's so late, where are you going?" Moody approached her step by step, and the dull sound of the artificial leg made the atmosphere even more depressed.

    Go to Dumbledore.

    Sylvia almost blurted out such a lie, she knew it might keep her safe, but she also knew that she was never good at lying in front of Moody's fake eyes.

    "Go back to the lounge." Sylvia said honestly, "I just came out of the library."

    "Oh—your second project was well done, didn't you." Moody nodded approvingly. "I also often talk to other professors about you being a great kid."

    "Thank you Professor." Sylvia showed a standard smile.

    "I want to ask you, why do you want to learn Occlumency?" Moody's artificial eye kept rolling, and the other eye stared straight at Sylvia.

    "It's always good to learn more." Sylvia shrugged, hoping that she would appear less nervous.

    "I heard Granger say you've read a lot of books, there's nothing you don't know." Moody's eyes narrowed, and the fake eyes that had been rolling just now also stopped. "Longbottom said that you were always willing to help friends and take care of everyone. Harry also spoke highly of you." Defense class has always been the most active one, but why didn't I feel it at all? I've been your teacher for so long, and I have to get to know you through other people."

    Moody saw that Sylvia did not speak, and spit out a few words: "This makes me wonder if you are hiding something from me."

    "I was over-excited last year because I liked Professor Lupin." Sylvia replied with a straight face, "He's my favorite Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

    "Oh, oh oh oh." Moody looked astonished. "Lupin? He taught you a lot, didn't he?"

    "I learned a lot from him. I also learned a lot from you." Sylvia took a deep breath, "Professor, I think I have to go..."

    "Are you in a hurry?" Moody turned sharply to look at her, "Are you afraid? Girl? Afraid of me?"

    "Professor, few people are not afraid of you." Sylvia pulled out a smile.

    "But it's definitely not you." Moody's eyes turned with disgust. "You are..."

    Suddenly, the sound of footsteps gradually became clear, and Sylvia turned her head to look in the direction of the sound. At the corner at the end of the corridor, the moonlight fell on the ground, and a familiar figure stood in the light.

    "Fred." Sylvia saw the visitor clearly, and subconsciously wanted to run to him, but her reason still allowed her to control herself, "Professor Moody, if there is nothing else, I think I should go back."

    "Why are you here, Bunny?" Fred came out to find Sylvia, and the quick-acting sugar antidote he improved today was a great success, but he didn't expect to meet him here arrive. "What happened?" he said, walking forward.

    "I came out of the library and met Professor Moody." Sylvia smiled and looked at Fred, then turned to Moody, "I'll go first, Professor."

    Moody just nodded and pulled the corner of his mouth into a terrifying smile. Sylvia smiled again and then took Fred's arm and walked towards the Gryffindor lounge.

    "What is Moody looking for from you?" Fredra took Sylvia's hand and controlled her pace to the same frequency as hers.

    "He asked me why I learned Occlumency. Few wizards of this age can teach themselves this." Sylvia shook Fred's arm, hoping it would lighten the atmosphere Some.

    "Oh! Did you learn Occlumency?" Fred's eyes widened in surprise, "Why didn't I know... during the summer vacation?"

    "I've been practicing for a long time, I learned it almost during the summer vacation." Sylvia stopped in a corridor that was approaching the lounge.

    "What's wrong?" Fred looked at his girl and stopped.

    Sylvia let go of Fred's hand, pushed aside his arm, hugged his waist, and buried her face in his broad chest.

    "What's the matter, my dear Bunny?" Fred hugged her too, burying his head in her shoulder.

    "It's okay, I just..." Sylvia sighed, "I just miss you."

    Fred was a little overwhelmed, he smiled, pushed away the girl's bangs, and dropped a kiss on her forehead.

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    Cheers to Seale and Fred again! ! Wuhu! ! !

    The first round of Fire Dragon Sear is the bottom, and the second round of the lake is the first, so the overall ranking is the same as Harry. I have calculated this specifically, using Seid's scores, they are all tied with Harry.

    "The original intention of their expressions was not to keep each other by their side. It was precisely to move forward together that they decided to hold each other's hands." Although I wrote this, I will definitely still There is a lot of sugar. Of course, I think they should continue on their own path, and they should continue to be better versions of themselves. Be busy, everyone is busy with their careers in order to love their careers with both hands!

    Since I'm talking about Moody's here, I'll say again about Barty Jr. I really don't think it's that easy! Dropping the Goblet of Fire, lifting the spell, etc. If you get caught, isn't that just a matter of Avada? Searle has been safe and sound for the most part because she is a warrior. If a warrior dies unexpectedly, the media will definitely pay attention. Barty can't take this risk. But if he gets caught in his office, it's not a good idea, is it?

    In fact, I am also very worried about saving and changing the original work. I am worried that there are bugs and I am worried that it will not make sense. But what you see must be the result of my careful thought and modification. Many friends pointed out my mistakes. I did not make changes because everyone knows that this review will take a long time, and I don’t want to affect everyone’s reading of the text. Since there is a mistake, let the mistake be kept, and remind myself that I will be more rigorous in the future.

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