HP Dear Miss Freak

    "We are small, but we keep moving."

    "Hey, it's you, don't hide, I see." Sylvia lowered her voice, and Harry turned around with his hands in his pockets.

    "Hi, Searle." The boy let out a smile.

    "I saw it all." Sylvia's eyes pointed to the back of Harry's hand, she simply raised her right hand, "Look, I have the same style."

    "She did this to you too?" Harry widened his eyes and pulled Sylvia to the other side of the corridor, "You're a girl!"

    "Wow, Harry, I didn't expect to hear such prejudiced words from your mouth." Sylvia raised one eyebrow.

    "You know that's not what I meant! I mean, how ugly would this be if it were permanently scarred?" Harry clicked, "Why did she let you write this? You're a good student. The chairman was punished by her!"

    "This thing will be ugly to anyone." Sylvia made a silent gesture to indicate that they need to be quieter, "I also wrote to Noah about this. Man. The Ministry of Magic will probably monitor our correspondence, and while I'm not afraid of being found out by the fan, I don't know if she's up to any tricks."

    "I heard you annoyed that fan in class too." Harry was clearly satisfied with the nickname, "You told the truth, didn't you?"

    "My heart has never fought for so long, Harry." Sylvia rolled her eyes, "I thought I had to be calm and not be impulsive, I said those words only It would make it worse - but all the concerns ended up being "Fuck I don't care about you, you idiot I just don't like you.""

    "You don't have the urge, Searle, no one can stand it." Harry rolled his eyes, "She must think you believed what I said, and it seems that as long as you stand No one on my side was spared."

    "I also understand why you hide it and don't tell others. It's because we are on one side, and our actions don't just represent us." Sylvia shook her head, "Our rebellion is in In her eyes it was Dumbledore's dereliction of duty."

    The only variable Sylvia is worried about is that her attitude will affect Ted and Dora, but fortunately, they have always been low-key and dedicated, so they should not be suspected. Professor McGonagall also reminded her not to do things like that again.

    "I really don't know why people don't believe it," Harry said incredulously. "If everyone is on the same side, what she said doesn't count."

    "Who knows? Maybe they thought you got that way after a fight with the Goblet of Fire." Sylvia said and laughed along with Harry. " Yeah yeah, why would you think of Voldemort? That's too good to make up, right?"

    "Speaking of this." Harry pointed to the scar on his forehead, "I had a confinement, and when Umbridge touched me, the scar suddenly hurt."

    Sylvia really forgot what happened this time.

    "Anyway, be careful." Sylvia pressed his shoulder and nodded, "If you have any trouble, just let me know."

    "Are you sure any trouble is fine?" Harry noticed a group of students coming up the stairs on one side, and put on a brisk tone, "Including the trouble I caused?"

    "If I can protect Fred and George, I can protect you." Sylvia patted Harry on the shoulder proudly, and they walked to the lounge together with a smile.

    Of course Sylvia didn't forget to put a small bottle of Mortra's tentacle juice into Harry's pocket quietly.

    "Hey! Dear Min! Wake up." Sylvia lowered her voice beside Hermione's fluffy head, and the girl immediately sat up like she was just waking up from a dream .

    Oh, yes, she is indeed waking up from a big dream.

    "What's wrong?" Hermione rubbed her eyes and blinked again.

    "It's twelve o'clock, sister." Sylvia pointed to her watch, "And you're still... doing... needlework?"

    "Ah, ooh..." Hermione raised her half-knit sock in confusion, "I thought it was done today."

    "It's beautiful." Sylvia said approvingly.

    "Really?"

    "It's better than me."

    "You knit? When did you start knitting?"

    "Shh!"

    Sylvia hurriedly covered Hermione's mouth. "I asked Rebecca to teach me during the summer vacation, but I didn't say anything." Sylvia let go of her hand after she finished explaining, but she covered it again when Hermione opened her mouth, "Don't laugh at me! "

    "Of course I won't laugh at you, I'm just a little surprised." Hermione gently pulled Sylvia's hand away, "You can do this with a lot of practice."

    "Of course I have." Sylvia muttered, "I do this every night quietly on my bed while flashing with fluorescent light." Sylvia's hands did Out of the action of knitting a sweater.

    "In that case, come and help me!" Hermione's eyes suddenly lit up, "I want to knit more hats, socks and sweaters..."

      "

    "You said the same." Hermione pouted and continued to knit the socks in her hand.

    "I understand what you want to do, and I think it makes sense. But you're only going to make the elf panic." Sylvia shook her head slowly, "This is a long-lasting fight-"

    "Why are you so late?" Hermione turned to look at her.

    "I got D again for my potion, and Snape said I was helpless." Sylvia took out a notebook from her bosom, "I've just been looking at Waughlin's notes. , trying to find a solution to my problem."

    "I thought, why don't you show me your textbook?"

    "You are the best girl in the world! My dear Min!"

    "Ron said the same thing the other day."

    "Hey! Hiding..." Before Sylvia could finish speaking, she was startled by Ron's sudden turn. The two of them took two steps back at the same time, and they almost lost their feet and almost fell.

    "You scared me to death," lamented Ron, holding his new broom.

      "

    "Why are you here?" Ron looked very guilty, and didn't answer directly, "Aren't you out of the team?"

    "Angelina asked me to come and see the goalkeeper selection." Sylvia said and walked into the field, Ron followed with small steps, "Oliver also wrote to me The letter asked me to check it out, saying that Gryffindor goalkeepers must be strictly selected. It is absolutely impossible for those who are not better than him."

    "Oh, is it?" Ron swallowed unnaturally.

    "I lied to you." Sylvia patted Ron's back with a bad smile, "Come to choose the goalkeeper?"

    "Ah, ah, um..." He nodded uneasily.

    "Cheer up! Be confident!" Sylvia put on a spirited tone, "The last sentence is a lie to you, but it is true that you must be strictly selected."

    "I know it's not easy." Ron's eyes kept glancing in all directions, "I'm practicing hard. I'm confident...a little bit?"

    “What are you looking for?” Sylvia followed his gaze, “Looking for Fred and Joe—”

    "Shh!" Ron covered Sylvia's mouth sharply and said in a low voice, "It would be best if they didn't see me!"

    "Hey."

    Sylvia felt Ron being pulled apart, and the next second she fell into an arm.

    "You should be glad that you are my brother." Fred's other hand waving the bat and finally hit his shoulder, "Dare to stick so close to Bunny, Is it because the brain doesn't want it?"

    "Don't worry about him, it's the first time I've seen someone use jealousy as an excuse to pick on them." Sylvia gave Ron a relieved smile.

    "I'm just jealous." Fred looked back at Sylvia, frowning as if he was wronged.

    "Come on—" Sylvia stabbed Fred's stomach with her elbow, "I don't know you yet?"

    "Let's go, let's find a good spot." George greeted and put on Ron's shoulder, "Huh? Little Ronnie, why are you holding a broom?"

    "I'll select the goalkeeper." Ron said, his voice involuntarily getting smaller and smaller.

    "What did you say you came for?"

    "I didn't hear you clearly. Say it again."

     Fred and George both put their hands to their ears and asked.

    "I, I'll choose..." I couldn't hear it at all for a while.

    "What did you say?"

    "Be louder."

    "I'll select the goalkeeper!" Ron shouted, and even Sylvia was taken aback.

    "Goalkeeper? Who?"

    "Who? Goalkeeper?"

    Fred and George looked at each other and laughed.

    "Me." Ron muttered sullenly, "I never expected you to cheer on my brother."

    "Honestly, Ron." Fred patted Ron's shoulder earnestly, "We've been wondering if we're really related. You played Quidditch. Not really."

    "But take it easy!" George smiled and stopped for a while before he couldn't help laughing again, "This is a good opportunity to prove it right? It's easy to show momentum, little Ronnie."

    "I guess you can do better."

    "Don't be discouraged if not."

    "Because that's what it is."

    "Look at it, at least there is room for improvement, isn't it?"

    They both laughed to themselves again.

    "Okay, stop laughing." Sylvia took the bat from Fred's hand and stabbed the twins in the back, "I said stop laughing! "

    "It's all right, Searle." Ron squinted at the twins and walked in Angelina's direction, "That's how they are."

    "Come on! You can do it!" After cheering for Ron, Sylvia turned around and put on a speechless smile, "Have you laughed enough? Big boys? elder brother."

    "Cough cough, cough! Come on! Little Ronnie!" Fred held back his smile with difficulty and shouted.

    "You must be chosen! We love you!" George blew kisses generously.

    "No bet!" said the twins, looking back.

    No betting is right. Otherwise, Sylvia will have two more silver siko in her pocket.

    Ron of course chose the goalkeeper smoothly. Well, well, although the process was a bit bumpy, the end result was good.

    "I don't like watching you look worried." Fred lay down and looked at Sylvia.

    "I can already feel that this year is a year of worry." Sylvia folded the letter in her hand and brushed her hair, "Umbridge is monitoring Hogwarts. The letter from Brother Bird was chattering non-stop when he sent the letter back last time, and when he saw pink, he would fry, but fortunately I never wear pink."

    "Brother Bird is so vicious, he will definitely not be caught by Umbridge." Fred closed his eyes and thought hard, "Next time we will use your Brother Bird to deliver letters. "

      Yes, nothing good at all."

    "What's the matter? Was the letter from Wafflin bad news too?" Of course Fred knew who the letter she received today came from, "I hope he's not floating around. When crossing the ocean, who accidentally died and fell into someone's stomach."

    "And that's not necessarily a good lunch." George shook his head regretfully, "Woughlin doesn't look delicious, does he have a few taels of meat on him?"

    "He's the best." Sylvia shook her head with a wry smile, "That's great—world travel—"

    "Do you regret it? Miss Tonks?" Fred guessed that he was speaking in a pinched voice. Hoddle's words were not so ugly at all, oh, maybe in Fred's eyes, this is him look.

    "That's a hard question to answer, Syl." George hissed, pinching his chin and looking at Sylvia curiously, "How can you provoke Frey with such a good opportunity? What about De?" And Fred slapped his brother on the back of the head.

    Sylvia just smiled without saying a word, she tried to make this smile look a little regretful, lowered her head and continued to read her newspaper.

    "You, you...you come here for me." Fred was indeed **** off, "You know how to deal with me, right?"

    "If Wafflin can come back and save the potion that saved you, it would be nice, right?" George shook his head with a smile, not sure if he was helping to find the steps, or if he just wanted to Small talk.

    "No kidding, I don't want him back." Sylvia waved her hand.

    "Wait until the situation in the UK becomes more dangerous to come back, then he is no smarter than the Ministry of Magic." Fred nodded in agreement, "It is also a good time for him to leave after graduation. He's going to work at the Ministry of Magic too, and he'll have to work with the annoying Percy."

    "He's lucky to have missed this Umbridge." George clicked.

    "Norman also said that if he was met by Wulflin, he would probably break the principle and start skipping class." Sylvia couldn't help laughing at this point, "I clearly told After Norman, the letter might have been seen by Umbridge, and his letter was blatantly sarcastic."

    Not only that, but Norman sent a large box of cupcakes. Under the cover of his excellent spell, it was a big box full of Mortra's juice.

    "So Norman has a way to remove the scar for you?" Fred looked at the back of Sylvia's hand, he knew that the perfect appearance was just the result of magic.

    "He didn't say it. His complaints in St. Mungo's alone filled half of the paper, and the other half was ridiculing Umbridge." Sylvia shook her head and said with emotion , "It's not easy for everyone... How's your trick?"

    "Not bad."

    "Something is wrong."

    Fred and George looked at each other and decided to change their mouths. After thinking about it, they dismissed the idea together.

    "Sirius said in the letter that everything is fine. He always does..." Sylvia handed the paper to Fred and George, "He just doesn't want me to worry. ."

    "Trecking? Ministry of Magic Stokey Podmore?" Fred read the headline.

    "I remember him as a member of the Order of the Phoenix." Sylvia lowered her voice, especially on the Order of the Phoenix, and took the initiative to mute it, "Although I only have an impression of the name."

    "I remember the guy with the straw on his head." George seemed to be thinking hard.

    "He tried to break through a first-class security gate at one in the morning... six months in Azkaban." Fred frowned, "Why does this sound so strange Reasonable?"

    "Who knows if there is such a door." George sneered, "The Ministry of Magic probably found a way to determine that he was Dumbledore and found a reason to arrest him. Magic Has there been a lot of stupid things the Ministry has done recently!"

    "And this newspaper... is a warning." Sylvia sighed.

    "Hey, that's Hermes?" Fred looked at the owl flying towards Gryffindor Tower in the dark, "Believe me, I'll recognize Percy's owl even if it turns to ashes ."

    "He sent you a letter?" George watched as the letter fell into Sylvia's arms.

    "He probably came to warn me not to fight against Umbridge if you don't want to lose the position of student head." Sylvia rubbed the flame lacquer on the envelope with her fingers and sighed heavily Take a breath.

    "That...Sill." When Andrew walked into the lounge, he stared at the low pressure and walked cautiously to the three of them, "Professor McGonagall told you to come and talk, yes..."

    Sylvia already felt that something was wrong.

    "It's what Professor Dumbledore meant."

    The author has something to say:

    It's some piecemeal daily life, there are so many plots this year, I really don't have a part to give up. Damn

    I’m so busy, so many things, fortunately I wrote a lot before and saved enough manuscripts, the days of typing every day are gone, I really want to hurry up for winter vacation, damn

    I saw a comment saying that parents can put pressure on the Ministry of Magic, which I did not expect when I wrote it. But if you think about it, Searle's intervention won't change to that extent. Besides, there are those who have to be cautious because they work at the Ministry of Magic. This time is quite dangerous, and I think it is better to leave it to the students.

    Of course, every part that affects the original work, more or less may not be acceptable to everyone, is my own idea, if there is a bug or ooc, it is mine.

    Today I came across a comment about a wrong interpretation of my work. In fact, it is not the first time such a comment. To be honest, I am also a human being, and I will be angry and unhappy. I really don’t understand why some People who don't like to read it still try to read dozens of chapters and then point at me. I'm not a professional to learn writing. When I was studying before, my language was not that good. I wrote to generate electricity for love, just to make up for my own difficulties. Where there are bugs, I always accept it, and I hope that I can write more and better in the future. But some people tell me that tone makes me very uncomfortable. Today is the first time I have said in the comment area that if I understand it this way, I can skip it. I just want to say that there are times when I don't want to argue is not because I am wrong, but because I simply don't want to waste my time with some speechless comments.

    I have been serializing for more than a year now, and the first thing I do when I wake up almost every morning is to read new comments. I have also mentioned that I like to read everyone's feedback. You know that I will reply to basically every one. I am grateful for everyone's continued support. But if it is the kind of malicious and unreasonable random accusations, I may explain it in a good voice or ask the opposite side to detour, but don't think that you are good-natured.

      Okay, I won't talk about it anymore. Last but not least, thank you all.

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 4 bottles of the boss who longed for the rich crab; 1 bottle of vinyl chloride, 20033484, and Yuemijindu;

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