HP Dear Miss Freak

    "Sylvia knows she'll be breaking her eye roll record this year."

    "A long time ago when I was a new hat, before Hogwarts was built, the four founders of Noble House thought they would never part ways."

    Sylvia, like everyone else, was hearing the Sorting Hat's new song for the first time. She was not as unexpected as the others, but more disturbed than the others.

    "Old man changed songs?" Fred also looked surprised.

    "I prefer the original one." George shook his head, "This tune doesn't sound cheerful at all, and it's not at all suitable for the start of school."

    "School isn't much fun though."

    "But at least don't make it all sound more stressful."

    "What pressure can there be with you?" Sylvia muttered softly, not noticing the joy on the twins' faces, but staring at the Sorting Hat.

    "The four friends are very determined, but they never dreamed that they would one day split from each other."

    "What friend is there in the world. Better than Slytherin and Gryffindor? Unless you count another pair of close friends - Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw."

    Sylvia looked at Rebecca and Cedric at the Hufflepuff table, then at Cho and Luna at the Ravenclaw table, and finally at Slytherin The long table, she knew that Draco could also be classified as her friend.

    "Although I am destined to divide you, I fear it is not the right thing to do."

    "Although I have to do my duty to divide the yearly freshman into four." Fred and George repeated the lyrics after the Sorting Hat finished singing.

    "When will the Sorting Hat have another job to remind us?" Fred looked indifferent, but took Sylvia's hand in his own.

    "Sounds like Dumbledore." George shrugged.

    When the sorting ceremony was over, Dumbledore stepped forward as usual to give the opening speech. The starry sky above, the candles suspended in the air, the curtains in the auditorium, Dumbledore's reassuring words, everything went as smoothly as before.

    Except for the woman who stood out on the teacher's long table.

    "This year, we have two changes to our teaching staff. We are delighted to welcome back Professor Graplan, who will teach you about the conservation of magical creatures. We are also delighted to introduce Professor Umbridge, Our new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher."

    Sylvia can easily feel the atmosphere around her is not high. She just stared at the woman who made pink and nausea go hand in hand.

    I really want to give her a tongue and throat seal right away!

    "The selection for the House Quidditch team will be-"

     Dumbledore stopped abruptly and looked at Umbridge with a questioning meaning. Sylvia pressed the corner of her mouth calmly, with disgust and disgust written all over her face. The Umbridge stood up, but she wasn't much taller when she stood up than when she was sitting, so for a moment no one understood why Dumbledore suddenly stopped talking.

    "Cough, cough." Umbridge made a nauseating voice, at least Sylvia really wanted to get up and leave. Fortunately, this at least made it clear that she had stood up and was about to speak.

    Is this the legendary clip sound? Sylvia rolled her eyes in her heart.

    Don't mention the others, not even Fred and George could believe that someone dared to interrupt Dumbledore so rudely. They both stared at Umbridge as if they were something stranger than a caterpillar in Sylvia's eyes.

    "Thank you, Headmaster," Umbridge smirked, "thank you for such a warm welcome." She coughed again and cleared her throat. Then he continued: "Well, I must say, it's great to be back at Hogwarts! It's great to see these happy little faces looking up at me!"

    "Damn." Fred couldn't help laughing.

    "Does she have any cognitive impairment?" George clicked, "It sounds like she treats us like children."

    "I desperately hope to meet you all soon, I believe we will become very good friends!" Umbridge said, as if she had no emotional intelligence to detect something wrong with the atmosphere.

    Sylvia has turned her head away from looking at her.

    When Umbridge cleared her throat again, her artificial voice became much more serious: "The Ministry of Magic has always believed that the education of young wizards is a very important thing. Some of the innate precious talents, if not nurtured and exercised under careful and meticulous guidance..."

    Sylvia is very good at automatically filtering out the content she doesn't want to hear, and at this time she really feels that what is in a daze is more meaningful than the situation of pouring waste into her ears.

    Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Umbridge stopped talking and bowed slightly to the other teachers, although none of them returned her salute. Sylvia was excited at this time, she immediately turned her head to catch Snape's expression, but the good professor seemed to have sensed her movement more quickly and glared at her.

    Sylvia saw Cedric make a silent gesture and reminded the students in their academy not to whisper. But she didn't want to stop the students from whispering at this time, and she wanted to let that Umbridge know that Hogwarts didn't welcome her at all.

    "Why isn't it over yet?" Fred yawned.

    "I thought it was already daylight." George lifted Fred's arm to check the time on his watch.

      Fred and George just smiled accustomedly.

    Finally, Umbridge sat down in anticipation. Dumbledore began to applaud, and the other teachers followed.

    "Look at Snape." Sylvia opened her mouth with the smallest amount, "He took two casual shots and put it down."

    "Snape—"

    "Watching you—"

    Fred and George slowly reminded Sylvia with stereo surround sound from left to right, and laughed after the girl received another stare.

    "Thank you very much, Professor Umbridge, your speech was very enlightening." Dumbledore stood up in anticipation, and bowed politely to Umbridge. , "Well, as I said, the Quidditch selection will be..."

    "Yeah, it's really inspiring." Hermione said in a low voice, she also noticed Sylvia's reaction, she knew they must want to go together.

    "Don't you mean you listened with gusto?" asked Ron in a low voice, turning his dull face to Hermione, "This is probably the most boring speech I've ever heard, and I still grew up with Percy."

    "Don't insult Percy." Sylvia tutted in dissatisfaction, "Don't compare Percy to her."

    "Isn't it? Are you helping the big idiot Percy?" Ron was incredulous.

    "She still thinks she will be able to persuade Percy back." Fred gave his brother a noncommittal look, "What did I say? Everyone thinks there is no need to worry about that idiot. ."

    Fred had been listening to Sylvia in his arms for nights and nights that she was sure to annoy Percy back. He is willing to believe that he can be annoying, after all, he is getting tired of listening. Or maybe it was annoying the first time, but he wouldn't tell his girl to shut up. Although he would love to do so. It's all **** Percy's fault.

    "Listen to me." Hermione was displeased that the subject was diverted. "I said what she said was instructive, not interesting. It said a lot."

    "Really?" Harry seemed surprised, "It sounds like a lot of nonsense to me."

    "There is something important hidden in nonsense." Hermione said solemnly, "What does 'progress for the sake of progress should never be encouraged'? forbidden'?"

    "Oops, what does that mean?" Ron asked impatiently.

    "The Ministry of Magic intervenes at Hogwarts." Sylvia said succinctly, and Hermione nodded in agreement.

    "Let's go." Fred put on Sylvia's shoulder, and walked out of the auditorium with the sound of tables, chairs and benches colliding around.

    "Someone is going to show the new students." George gave Ron a gloating glance, as if it was the most bitter and boring job in the world.

    Since Dumbledore announced the news of his disbandment, everyone was eager to return to the common room in the blink of an eye, including Sylvia of course.

    "You're saying the Ministry of Magic interfered with Hogwarts? Did they go this far to prove their stupid remarks?" Fred looked at Sylvia.

    Hi! It would be great if Percy was his own at this time! He can clearly be a reverse spy!

    "So we must not let the handle down." Sylvia said lightly, "For the sake of this semester, let's be safe."

    Yeah? I just finished talking about peace of mind yesterday.

    "What are you doing?" Sylvia stood behind the twins with a Hogsmeade day notice, watching them both paste small advertisements on the bulletin board.

    "Hi! My dear." Fred turned the first to look at Sylvia with a smile.

    "You know we can't let go of the last year of Hogwarts, Seale." George turned around after putting up the ad, "There shouldn't be anything in the school rules that says we can't. Provide students with opportunities for extracurricular temporary employment?"

    "You are lucky that there are no school rules." Sylvia held up the magic history textbook in her hand and gave them a visit. "Are you looking for someone to help you try tricks?"

    "We need to know what people want to buy from the joke store, and then produce a product that meets the demand. Very important detail, see?" Fred pointed to the last part of the advertisement column, "All jobs are done at the job applicant's own risk."

    "We are very conscientious." George nodded obediently, "What is this called? May the bait take the bait?"

    "Next time." Fred saw Sylvia still turned a serious face and put on her shoulder, "Next time I will definitely write a report to you to apply Posting job advertisements in the break room."

    "You better shut up, Fred." Sylvia finally laughed, and she put the notification in front of Fred.

    "Let's see what the good news is?" Fred grinned sheepishly, sticking the notice in the most prominent place on the bulletin board, "Me and Bunny's next Hogsmeade German date in October!"

    "Really? How do I remember it was my date with Betty's Hogsmeade sisters?" Sylvia raised her eyebrows.

    "You're wrong." Fred turned his head and smiled brightly, and when he realized that something was wrong, he turned around, took out his wand and made their advertising paper smaller, and then changed the school notice to bigger.

    "Can we go to the auditorium now?" George gave a long yawn.

    "I'm going to the Owl Shack."

    "We're going with you!"

    Sylvia had a nightmare last night in which she suddenly couldn't find Sirius. After waking up early this morning, she hurriedly wrote a letter asking him to be careful.

    It's pretty stupid.

    Sylvia also knew that such concern and reminder would not help, but it just made her feel more at ease

    "Speaking of which, Angelina was chosen to be the captain of our team, right?" Fred waited for Sylvia to be hooked after Sylvia's face was smeared by Brother Bird's wings Asia's shoulders. The three walked to the auditorium together.

    "Yeah, I just told Angelina yesterday that I won't join the team this year." Sylvia nodded.

    "Why?" Fred and George asked together.

    "I just said there's nothing good about being a student leader." Fred looked in the direction of the court.

    "It's not just this." Sylvia shook her head, "If my potion doesn't pass, how can I be an Auror?"

    They walked into the auditorium and happened to meet the Iron Triangle.

    "Look at today's class!" Ron was sighing and counting the class, "I hope Fred and George will speed up and get those quick-action skipping candies out?"

    "Isn't my ear faulty?" Fred said cheerfully, "The prefects at Hogwarts don't want to skip class, do they?"

    "Look how unlucky we are today." Ron whimpered, shoving his class schedule under Fred's nose, "I've never had such a bad Monday. "

    "It's great—I'm starting to miss the fifth grade schedule." Sylvia couldn't help but sighed as she leaned over to look at it, "Trust me, young man, hard times are ahead."

    "Only good days if you're like us." Fred glanced at the class schedule and said casually, "But then again, buddy, you can have some nosebleeds if you want. Sugar, it's cheap."

    "Why cheap?" said Ron suspiciously.

    "Because the nosebleed will keep flowing, and you will end up in a ball. We haven't developed the perfect antidote. It's not easy to get the right ratio." George Taking a bite of the smoked fish, "Sill tried it, you can ask her."

    "It's okay, that is, to the extent that Sirius almost turned into a dog and killed them." Sylvia took a plate of toast and said briskly.

    She is witnessing the growth of quick-acting escaping candy. It is generally successful, but they have not been able to accurately grasp the effect of the disease and the appropriate antidote. She remembered the time Madam Pomfrey was startled by eating a nosebleed nougat.

    "Thanks," Ron said glumly, pocketing the timetable, "I think I'll just go to class."

    "Speaking of your fast-acting candy," Hermione said, glaring sternly at Fred and George, "you can't advertise for experimenters on Gryffindor bulletin boards."

    "Who said that?" George looked surprised.

    "I said," Hermione stared, "and Ron."

    "This has nothing to do with me." Ron said quickly. Hermione glared at him angrily, and Fred and George couldn't help but chuckle.

    "But our student leader doesn't think there is a problem." Fred shook his head and said, "Don't be so sensitive, new prefect, there are no rules to say it can't be right?"

    "You think it's all right?" Hermione turned her eyes to Sylvia.

    "If you are considering the risk, Hermione." Sylvia was a little reluctant to look at Hermione, "Look at me, I am their guinea pig volunteer all the year round. Boss, isn't he sitting right across from you now?"

    "Do you know why I didn't talk to you first? You always try to cover them up anyway." Hermione snorted.

    "It won't be long before you change your tone, Hermione," Fred was slathering the scones with butter, "you're starting fifth grade, and soon I beg us to skip class candy."

    "Why does being in fifth grade mean I need to skip class?" Hermione asked.

    "Fifth grade is 0.W.Ls." George explained.

    "So what?"

    "That means you're going to have to deal with exams endlessly," Fred said gloatingly.

    "Half of our classmates were having a little trouble at the time. Look at Searle, she was neurotic that year, oh although she has always been neurotic." George happily Say, "You know Patricia Stinson, Cyr's roommate? She faints at every turn."

    "Kenneth Toler was covered in boils, remember?" Fred recalled.

    "That's because you put a lot of foaming powder in his pajamas," George said.

    "Oh, yes," Fred said with a playful smile, "I forgot? It's hard to remember sometimes, isn't it?"

    "Ignore them." Sylvia shook the fork in her hand, "Only the two of them gloated over the misfortune that year. You, including me, were the ones who were ridiculed by them. , the one who went crazy for the exam."

    "Anyway, fifth grade was a nightmare year," George said. "Fortunately, Fred and I are in good spirits."

    "Yeah. Afterwards, what do you say, each of you passed four O.w.Ls?" Ron asked.

    "That's right," Fred said nonchalantly, "we think our future lies beyond academic achievement. But I must say—" He suddenly became excited: "My Better at history of magic than George."

      about you."

    "I don't." Sylvia stared, "I won't be partial."

    "Really?" Everyone squinted.

    "Isn't it?" Sylvia looked at Fred, as if hoping for a response from him, but Fred just smiled and shook his head.

     Defense Against the Dark Arts.

    Sylvia was in a bad mood when she thought that the last year would be delayed by this stench.

    Fred and George noticed that Sylvia did not hesitate to take a seat in the last row, and did not hesitate to sit on both sides of her.

    Umbridge sat sullenly at the podium in that fluffy pink cardigan that didn't fit her at all.

    "Good morning, classmates!" She said in her clip voice after the whole class had arrived.

    Several students muttered "Good morning" in response.

    "Tsk, tsk," said Umbridge, "that's not going to work, is it? I want you to answer: 'Good morning, Professor Umbridge.' Please do it again. Classmates Good morning, folks!"

    Sylvia has opened the boring and pedantic textbook, and slowly read the content above. Before Umbridge said that, he put away his wand and took out his quill, and he had already shown impeccable appearance.

    "Students, your teaching in this class has been intermittent and not systematic, is it?" After Umbridge finished writing on the blackboard, he turned to face the whole class. Hands crossed, fingers straight on their chests, "Teachers are constantly changing, and many of them don't seem to be teaching in accordance with the curriculum standards approved by the Ministry of Magic..."

    "Ministry of Magic approved course." Fred seemed to catch the point all at once.

    "Although we admit that some professors are too tasteless." George snorted, "but my intuition tells me that I am better than her."

    "This year, we will be taking a well-arranged, theory-focused, Ministry-approved course in Defense of Magic. Please copy these words down."

    Sylvia looked at the clearly written course objectives on the blackboard and quickly took notes.

    "Does every classmate have a copy of Wilbert Slinka's "Defense Theory of Magic"?" Umbridge asked, and there was a murmur of affirmation in the class.

    "Yeah, Professor," Fred seemed to be shouting, "We'd love to know what we can learn from it."

    "What is it that makes us change our textbooks in the critical final year?" George put on a puzzled look.

    "Very good." Umbridge glanced there casually, "I want you to turn to page five and read 'Chapter 1, Getting Started Fundamentals'. Don't whisper while reading."

    "What the **** does this say?"

    "To be honest man, I don't understand it at all."

    "Merlin, I'm definitely taking a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, right?"

    "Tonight, you must make quick-acting candy for skipping classes, and you can't delay it any longer."

    It didn't take long for the twins to stop watching. But what surprised them was that Sylvia was watching seriously. The two of them looked at each other and stopped the thought of shouting.

    As a seventh grader, it is always relatively comfortable to sit. Complicated coursework is not uncommon for them, let alone serving the crucial N.E.W.Ts exam?

    But Sylvia has heard the rustling movement around, and many people raised their heads to see the reactions of other people, confirming that it is normal for them to watch.

    "Professor Umbridge."

    Sylvia looked up and saw Rebecca raised her hand. It's not as simple as shocking her now. If anyone wants to stand up against it, it shouldn't be the well-behaved Rebecca.

    "What?" Umbridge looked at her.

    "I want to ask, are we reading textbooks in class?" Rebecca's humility and politeness really made Sylvia break a cold sweat, which is simply an impeccable weapon, "I think these contents are a little difficult to understand, and I am also a little puzzled by the goals you put forward. The practical part of our exams is not reflected in the textbooks."

    "What's your name?"

    "Rebecca Abbott."

    "Abba...your father seems to be working a lot lately, I remember your sisters are all prefects, right?" Umbridge looked like he was thinking something, "Yes , you need to read it carefully from beginning to end now. Don't worry about the exam, just follow the goals I gave and there will be no problem."

    "How is that possible?" Li shouted coaxingly, "If the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is just reading books, is it still a Defense Against the Dark Arts class?"

    "Raise your hand when you speak in my class!" Umbridge shouted angrily, looking at the students who were incited to resist, "I understand, you really are in class. It's too presumptuous."

    "Aren't we learning spells?" Angelina asked, raising her hand.

    "If it's just reading, this should be called Theory of the Dark Arts instead of Defense Against the Dark Arts." Arya also raised her hand.

    "As long as you've learned the theory very well, there's no reason why you shouldn't cast spells under strictly controlled exam conditions," Umbridge said contemptuously.

    The classroom immediately boiled, and the senior students were even more disobedient to discipline in a sense. In particular, they have studied Defense Against the Dark Arts for six years. Whether their original cognition is overturned, or harsh accusations and discipline, it is easy for them to be dissatisfied.

    "Quiet! Quiet for me!" Umbridge shouted with her ugly eyes.

    And what gave Sylvia a headache was whether she should stand up against Umbridge, or don't get caught and wait and see...

    Watch it grow!

    "Quiet!" At the same time as Sylvia stood up, Cedric also stood up, they said the same thing, except that Cedric raised his hand.

    The classroom fell silent, Sylvia sighed imperceptibly, and made a gesture for him to speak first.

    "Oh, you are... student council presidents? Can't believe there are two student presidents in this messy class?" Umbridge stepped down from the podium and came to Cedric, she noticed Looking at the badge on the boy's chest, he noticed that Sylvia had the same one, "If even the student president doesn't know the importance, I really need to report to Fudge about the tragedy at Hogwarts."

    Sylvia felt the eyes of almost everyone, as if she was waiting for her to curse so that everyone could vomit together.

    "I think my classmates' concerns are justified, Professor." Cedric frowned and said, "I'm Cedric Diggory, and I think I'll collect everyone. I'll leave the problem to you. But it's our dereliction of duty to have such a problem in the classroom."

    "Digory?" Umbridge seemed to have found another acquaintance, "Mr. Diggory taught a good boy. What about you? Dumbledore chose our Miss Warrior to do it. Student President?" She looked at Sylvia and looked up and down.

    "Sylvia Tonks." Sylvia said lightly, she could feel everyone's dissatisfaction. Especially after Cedric expressed her retreat, she did not show her edge.

    "I rarely see Mr. Tonks." Umbridge turned and walked towards the podium, completely ignoring the girl's sudden disgusting look. "I don't think there is anything to discuss." Umbridge sat down. "You will learn defensive spells in a safe, risk-free way."

    "Then..." Of course Cedric knew what everyone was thinking, and he thought it was all absurd, "How can reading books ensure that we can use them well?"

    "Use?" Umbridge seemed to hear a joke, "I can't imagine a situation in my class that requires you to use defensive spells. Will you be attacked?"

    "But we're not going to be in class all the time, aren't we?" Fred shouted as he raised his hand, "It's irresponsible for you to be in get out of class or not!"

    "We should go to the Great Hall in a little while." George echoed, "What if you leave the classroom? What if you leave Hogwarts? Are you going to be our bodyguard, Professor?"

    "I don't understand, what the **** is going to hurt a bunch of you young kids?"

    "I think Hogwarts has this course to prevent us from happening." Cedric said righteously, "and now the Death Eaters..."

    "Nonsense!" Umbridge was shaking with anger, "I tell you, whoever is spreading the news of the mysterious man's resurrection is nonsense! "

    "Danger can happen all the time!" Cedric also looked excited, "We can't resist accidents through words!"

    "Mr. Diggory, this book was written by a wizard who is more virtuous than you. You've only become ignorant by being misled by wrong teaching, and I'm giving you the right way. It's terrifying that the school will let you refuse to receive the correct education!" Umbridge slapped the podium, "Hufflepuff takes ten points."

    "But, Professor..."

    "Have you read the book? Cedric? Have you read it all?" Sylvia said. Some people's eyes were focused on her, and the sunlight outside the window was shining on the girl at the moment, and everything was willing to be her spotlight.

    "No?" Sylvia raised the volume after seeing Cedric shaking her head, "Then you have no right to speak, sit down."

    The whole audience held their breath and even swallowed.

    "Do you have anything to say? Tonks?" Umbridge wanted to hold a student leader in his hand, so that he could better control all the students.

    "I read all the content during the summer vacation, just in case I just read the first chapter carefully." Sylvia opened the textbook and threw it on the table at will, making a muffled sound, "Fortunately, that's right, this book—"

    "It's all useless crap."

    The audience was in an uproar.

    Sylvia has tried very hard to choose words, she really tried hard to stand up just now.

    "What did you say?" Umbridge pointed at Sylvia with his fat short fingers, gnashing his teeth in anger.

    "I said." Sylvia slowed down and said patiently, looking straight at her, "I read it from beginning to end and determined that this book we There's no need to learn. If that's what the Ministry of Magic means, then I understand what the Ministry means."

    "How dare you? You mean the Ministry of Magic is trying to kill you?"

    "This is what you said." Sylvia shrugged, "I don't know where these so-called requirements come from. Anyway, they don't meet the requirements of the N.E.W.Ts exam. Where would this get me a job? I don't think so. Voldemort is probably happy, it's a great thing for him that our generation is trash. It's a coincidence that you think so too."

    "You..."

    "I object to what you said." Sylvia raised her voice, "A person's excellence is not age. A young Voldemort can use a diary to give students years later Trouble, a book written by an old wizard that doesn't fit the age is just something that doesn't fit."

    "Because Voldemort is back, because this is reality, because I want to remind everyone." Sylvia said, looking at everyone in the classroom, "Wake up, open your eyes See who's standing right in front of the danger?" She looked at Umbridge again, "and who's pretending to be cowardly with pitiful words?"

    The author has something to say:

    The seventh grade officially kicks off!

    The passage between Kenneth and Patricia was originally in the original book, and I used these two names from the beginning, and also used them when preparing for the fifth grade exam the plot of this conversation.

    This chapter is very long. I don’t know if you are happy with it. I know everyone is waiting for my update. Although I update it twice a week, it is very long! And I won't stop changing!

    The moment Searle stood up, her war with Umbridge started

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