HP Dear Miss Freak

    "Why I hate St Mungo."

    "Arthur Weasley was attacked."

    Sylvia frowned and nodded.

    How could she not know? Is this the first time she's going to pretend to be surprised? She can't remember too well.

    Dumbledore broke the news to Sylvia and Hermione on the morning of the end of the first term.

    Harry dreamed that Mr. Arthur was attacked by Nagini, and that he and the Weasleys went to Sirius's ancestral house through the door key overnight and other news.

    "Should... be alright?" Hermione looked at Sylvia's indifferent expression and opened her mouth.

    Two girls are on their way out of school.

    "It should be fine." Sylvia replied subconsciously, but shook her head at the same time, but this should be understood as not to worry.

    "Merlin, how could this be?" Hermione swallowed involuntarily, "I mean...that means there's action over there, right?"

    Sylvia frowned even more.

    "Yes." Sylvia shook her head again, as if this movement was out of her control.

    Hermione could understand Sylvia's nervousness, that was Fred's father after all. She was so repressed that it was hard to speak, not to mention Sylvia?

    In fact, it was because both girls felt that the situation was getting worse.

    "I still have to go home first and go to Sirius tomorrow."

    Finally, Sylvia reluctantly spit out a word and said goodbye to Hermione.

    "Dad, you came back so early today?"

    It was only evening when Sylvia got home, and as soon as she entered the door, she saw Ted sitting on the sofa watching TV.

    "Searle is back?" Ted looked at his watch, "Your sister estimates that she will go to the Order of the Phoenix to eat after her shift before coming back."

    "What about you?" Sylvia put down all her luggage and sat cross-legged on the carpet beside Ted, "Dad, you come back a little early even if you don't have to work overtime?"

    "Dumbledore told you?" Thad sighed, looking at his little daughter.

    "You should tell me." Sylvia also sighed and sat closer to her father, "I'm not a little girl anymore, you know I can handle it A lot of things, I should also help the family to share, right?"

    "We know you didn't have a good time at school." Ted shook his head, "I know Umbridge's style very well, and I know your temper better."

    "But I'm sure we won't get angry any time soon." Sylvia laughed, "When I graduate, we will have two Aurors in our family, two members of the Order of the Phoenix. Now. We're here to protect you and mom."

    "Did you hear? Domida?" Ted turned to look at Andromeda who came downstairs and asked, his wife was taking Brother Bird to the living room.

    "I thought you were going to run to Sirius immediately." Andromeda was a little surprised when she saw Sylvia, "Don't worry, Dora has spread the news that there is nothing big in Arthur's place. hinder."

    "I'll go see Uncle Arthur tomorrow." Sylvia hurriedly said, "Dora is probably out a lot because of the Order of the Phoenix. Of course I have to accompany you to enjoy Christmas dinner."

    "Even if Fred was with Sirius?" Andromeda teased.

    "Don't make fun of me, Mom!" Sylvia smiled and got up to take Brother Bird, hugging her owl fiercely, "Besides, there's my precious Brother Bird, Right? Birdie? Would you mind sending me a letter and telling Fred that I can't find him until tomorrow?"

    Brother Bird hit her face with a wing.

    "I'm not happy if I'm not happy." Sylvia waved her wand, and a little silver rabbit appeared in the air and ran out of the window, "The Patronus Charm is so useful!"

    Brother Bird looked even more angry.

    "Dora just said that it's okay, don't worry." Andromeda sighed, "But the current situation seems...Sir, you have to be extra careful no matter what."

    Andromeda is undoubtedly the one in the family who understands Voldemort's horror the most. Looking at the worry in her eyes, Sylvia suddenly recalled this. This elegant mother is the one who has seen the most darkness.

    "I understand." Sylvia gave a reassuring smile.

    "Do you really understand?" Andromeda asked seriously.

    "Actually...that's why I rushed back in a hurry." Sylvia's voice softened, but it was actually her vulnerable side that suddenly prevailed, "I heard the news. I was thinking about how uncomfortable Fred would be. I just suddenly thought...if one day Professor McGonagall came to me in the middle of the night..." She couldn't continue, watching her parents shake their heads, "This is the I mean, I just thought of…”

    Andromeda stepped forward and hugged her daughter: "It seems that everyone is in danger now, isn't it?"

    She knew that she would be able to hug her parents when she rushed home in a hurry, but she couldn't help it and wanted to go home quickly.

    How many people will be left in this family?

    Sylvia didn't dare to think about it anymore.

    Ted stood up and hugged his wife and daughter.

    Sylvia came to No. 12 Grimmauld Place, and as soon as she entered, she met Fred who seemed to have been waiting for a long time.

    "How is your father? I heard Dora say it's fine, but she didn't elaborate." Sylvia walked up to Fred and asked straight to the point.

    "To be honest, it's bad. But in a sense, it's fortunate." Fred passed Sylvia's hand, "Have you heard? Found out early in the morning that we both It's gone, is my student leader freaked out?"

    "Professor Dumbledore told me." Sylvia sighed lightly, "Umbridge is mad, but with Dumbledore around, she can't do anything. Like. Where's Harry? Is he all right?"

    He's not good.

    Sylvia is clear.

    This is the first time Harry has been directly influenced by Voldemort and other Horcruxes, he must be very bad.

    "We went to visit Dad yesterday, you know there are so-called moments when children can't hear..." Fred couldn't help frowning when he talked about this, "We used telescopic ears to hear Mad-Eye, they said, Harry sees through the eyes of My-Know-Who's snake, but if Voldemort is possessed by him..." He heard something in the living room, paused for a moment, and continued, "What else did Mum say about Dumbledore? Lido seems to be waiting for Harry to see something."

    Sylvia lowered her voice: "If Harry can see something because of Voldemort, it is undoubtedly a great weapon for us to fight against." She saw Fred want to speak , but reached out for her to finish her sentence, "It's also very dangerous. Uncle Arthur was killed, obviously Voldemort didn't want Harry to see it and go to save people. However, how can we guarantee this experience, he Will he be spied on by Harry honestly? Or, will he just take it upon himself?"

    "I think this is what everyone is worried about..." Fred was just halfway through when he was startled by Sirius who suddenly appeared at the door.

      How's it going? Searle?"

     "What else? Where have you been?" Sylvia asked after a perfunctory answer.

    "Running errands for the Order of the Phoenix." Sirius waved his hand without looking back.

    "You stay at home when you're okay, don't always go out to play!" Sylvia shouted at the back of him walking up the stairs.

    "Stinky girl, who are you teaching?" Sirius turned back and laughed, "A student leader is addicted? It's your uncle and me?"

    "Listen..." Fred was just fiddling with the telescopic ear in his hand, and seemed to hear something, "It seems like Mom."

    Sylvia fell silent after hearing this, and did hear a slight cry. She and Fred looked at each other and walked towards the living room together.

    "What's the matter with you? Mom." Fred saw his mom sitting in the armchair, wiping tears, tugging at a knitted jumper.

    "Percy brought back the clothes I sent." Molly's chest kept heaving, as if trying to control her emotions, "Not even a note was left, and I don't care if his dad is okay."

    Even Sylvia didn't know what to say. At first she was the only one who went after Percy, thinking that this guy still has medicine to save. But she looked at the mother's tears, and wished she would smash open Percy's house now and beat him up.

    "Don't be sad, Aunt Molly." Sylvia stepped forward and sat on the arm of the armchair and hugged Mrs. Molly, "Today is Christmas..."

    Today is Christmas, and it is a day for families to gather.

    In such a special year. Bill came all the way back to England, Charlie traveled abroad for the Order of the Phoenix, and Percy ran away from home.

    "Percy is an idiot!" Fred couldn't help rolling his eyes, even though he knew it wasn't any consolation, "He's just..." He looked at his mother lost I couldn't bear to scold any more.

    "Why did he do this? Searle?" Molly asked hurt. "I mean, I'm his mom anyway, aren't I? Every year I knit him a new one. jumper as a Christmas present."

    "He'll regret it soon." Sylvia said with absolute certainty, "You don't know that every year everyone at school sees your kids getting such great pullovers How envious! I've always wanted it. Aunt Molly, you don't know how happy I am to receive your gift!"

    "What a sweet and sweet girl you are, Syl." Molly took Sylvia's hand with emotion, "I am so happy to have you and Fred..." She said As she stretched out her other hand to Fred, her son leaned against the armrest on the other side and took her hand.

    And Fred grinned broadly: "I believe everyone will envy mom, you have such a daughter-in-law. Thanks to me, none of you have to envy anyone."

    Sylvia just smiled and pushed Fred, but this sentence really saved the atmosphere at the moment.

    "Should I show up?" George stuck his head out at the door, "But I'm hungry, when can we eat?"

    "Speaking of which, what about you, George?" Molly looked at her other twin sons, "Any girl you like? No news about you?"

    "How about you, George?" Fred tilted his head.

    "What about you, George?" Sylvia also tilted her head.

    "I'll go." George's head shrank back.

    "It's time to prepare breakfast." Molly said and stood up.

    "I'll do it, Aunt Molly." Sylvia smiled and patted Mrs. Molly's hand and gave Fred a look, "Come and fight me, Fred. ."

    "Come on, dear." Fred followed Sylvia in a good mood.

    His mother looked at the young couple with a smile, and the sadness in her heart was really relieved.

    Sylvia hates St Mungo.

    It is well known.

    But of course she also has to visit Mr. Arthur. So she followed the Order of the Phoenix group to St. Mungo's after lunch.

    But when she was about to step into the unsightly window of Taotao Company, she took a deep breath and held Fred next to her.

    "Are you all right?" Fred didn't know exactly how sensitive his girl was to this place, so he asked uncertainly.

    "It's okay." After everyone passed through the glass, Sylvia shook her head and walked in with Fred.

    "Just, do you know why I hate St. Mungo so much?" Sylvia frowned as soon as she stepped into the waiting room, the familiar smell made her very uncomfortable.

    "What's up buddy?" Of course George noticed the same trick the two guys were doing in fifth grade, "You look like you smelled or tasted the rotten Flobber caterpillar carcass. ."

    "It's not just because I used to come here when I was a kid." Sylvia looked at the festive waiting room, "I remember spending Christmas here one year."

    "You know why you're always rioting?" Fred took Sylvia's shoulders and followed the others, "Look how good you are now, Bunny, so big How can the energy of a child fit in a child? So the magic is always overflowing."

    "I think so too." Sylvia accepted.

    "Come on, everyone is in." George beckoned the two of them to go quickly, turned his head and walked into the ward.

    Sylvia watched Mr. Weasley leaning on the bed with a leftover turkey meal on his lap, with a sheeplike expression on his face. He smiled happily when he saw Sylvia, but the little girl had a solemn expression.

    Nagini's Venom.

    Sylvia was frightened at the thought of this.

    "Sylvia!" Arthur greeted warmly, as if Sylvia was visiting his house, "Nice to meet you."

    "Are you feeling okay? Uncle Arthur?" Sylvia asked softly, walking with Fred to his father's bed.

    "I'm fine, don't worry." Arthur laughed as if he was fine.

    "How can it be all right! Arthur!" Mrs Molly, noticing the bandage under her husband's hospital gown, suddenly screamed, "You changed the bandage! Why did you change it a day earlier, Ya Se? They said it will be replaced tomorrow."

    "Huh?" Arthur seemed to be frightened, and pulled the sheet up to his chest, "No...it's nothing...it's..." But he quickly deflated in front of his wife, "Don't be angry , Molly, Augustus Pye had an idea. He's a trainee therapist, a lovely young man who loves to study complementary medicine. I mean some old Muggle remedies - called sutures? Molly, It works well on Muggle wounds."

    Practice therapist? Sylvia suddenly thought of Norman.

    Mrs Molly couldn't bear it any longer: "You want to tell me that you are using Muggle therapy?"

    Bill was slowly withdrawing from the door at this time, saying that he was going to make some tea. George quickly offered to follow, and Fred dropped Sylvia along before escaping his mother's rage. Others also began to find a reason to escape one after another.

    "Dad looks miserable." Bill sighed helplessly as soon as he left the ward.

    "Looks like..." Sylvia looked back at Mrs. Molly, who was furious, and laughed, "Weasleys are quite afraid of wives."

    "You think you earned it?" Fred narrowed his eyes.

    "I'm so thirsty, Bill." George rolled his eyes calmly and pushed his elder brother forward, "Let's go to the tea room!"

    Bill quickened his pace knowingly, escaping the corridor almost as if he had escaped the ward.

    "You accompany me to Norman." Sylvia looked at Fred.

    "You want him to help babysit Daddy?" Fred thought almost immediately.

    "Looking for me?"

    Sylvia and Fred heard that. But they looked at each other and thought it must be some kind of prank. But looking back, it was really that handsome boy.

    "Are you sure you didn't use the tracking spell on me?" Sylvia stared at Norman.

    "The day Arthur Weasley was admitted to the hospital suddenly, I happened to be on duty." Norman gave a very reasonable explanation, "You know I happen to work in this department."

    "What a coincidence? Are you responsible for my dad's injury?" Fred looked at Norman.

    Norman shook his head: "No, Mr. Smethwick is in charge of your father's injury. He is the main therapist. I am fond of learning, so I often follow him to see various cases."

    "Have you studied snake venom?" Sylvia asked, "What do you think of Uncle Arthur?"

    "Unfortunately I didn't, but seriously, anyone who looked at the situation at the time would think this snake was very dangerous." Norman frowned slightly, as if hiding something. "However, Hoddle studied it. He came to France for a few days one summer vacation, and all he was looking for was books about snake venom."

    Sylvia was overjoyed.

    "But don't worry, Mr. Weasley will be fine," Norman promised.

    "Have you ever seen Percy come?" This is what Sylvia cares about most. She noticed that Fred's arm was tucked into his pockets, and it looked like his hands were clenched into fists.

    "He!" Norman laughed silently as if he was watching a good show. "He is now the big celebrity next to Fudge! It's amazing!"

    "Your sarcasm makes me uncomfortable, Norman." Fred tutted imperceptibly.

    "No, he didn't come." This time it was Norman's turn to tut, "I paid attention to Percy when I learned of Mr. Arthur Weasley's accident. To be honest, How sad you have such a brother, Fred."

    "Are you gloating?"

    "Are you kidding me?" Norman looked at Fred in disbelief, "Man, to be honest, I've seen this a lot. Would you like me to count you how many patients are here? It has been decades since you were admitted to the hospital, and no family members have come to take a look?"

    "That's why I hate St. Mungo's." Sylvia said sullenly, "It's all sadness, pain, life and death... It's a place to save lives, but it's... extremely depressing ."

    Wizards are no better than Muggles, a little ailment won't come to St. Mungo's, and if the situation is serious, they won't set foot here. Sylvia has felt the suffocating atmosphere and the strong smell of potion since she was a child.

    Sylvia asked Normando to take care of Mr. Arthur, then said goodbye to him, and walked up the absurdly clean corridor with Fred.

    "That's why you hate St. Mungo?" Fred asked softly.

    "I hate to face death and hurt." Sylvia shook her head, "This is my most cowardly side, Fred, I can't see a little bit... parting."

    "Who can?" Fred's words were always so simple and so bright.

    When the girl stopped, she looked at the sign on the side, and they came to the fifth floor, Spell Injury Section.

    "Here, there is a permanent curse injury ward." Sylvia kept her voice low, took Fred's hand and walked slowly, "The first time it affected me and was directly hospitalized The magical riots of , right here."

    "You mean, the magic riot in St Mungore?"

    "How could I, a child, keep rioting and bothering the Ministry of Magic all the time? When I was a child, there was always Sirius who could find a solution to the riots at home. Later loss of control would affect the neighborhood at most." Via said softly, "At that time, Dora had just finished her first grade and had learned a lot of spells. She accidentally hurt me while showing her results in the summer vacation. I flew directly from the living room to the dining room. At that time, my head hit the corner of the table. The blood can't stop." Sylvia said and Fred walked slowly forward, "After coming to St. Mungo's after the treatment, Dora and I ran around and played while Mom went to pay... "

    They were attracted by the movement in a room and stopped because they saw familiar friends.

    "I saw those who were hurt by the spell and may be like this for a lifetime..." Sylvia saw the Iron Triangle and Ginny in the room, "That suppressed emotion burst out all of a sudden , I'm going to riot with magic, right in this corridor."

    What she saw then was the same as what she was looking at now. In front of the triangle and Ginny are Neville and his grandmother, and the Longbottoms.

    She still remembered that year, she just heard a therapist call Mr. Longbottom outside the ward, and she completely broke the defense.

    "Actually, it was that time that troubled the Ministry of Magic." Sylvia's nose was sour, "It was so sudden, not only hurt some therapists, but also Dora. Observation in the hospital When I was there, I rioted several times in a row, and it’s good to see you soon…”

    In fact, the riots caused by crossing are not strong. Sylvia can have some kind of connection with the originally weak soul. Except for some emotional instability, they live in harmony most of the time. After thinking about it, those tossing may be Searle helping himself to adapt to this powerful magical body.

    Perhaps, Sylvia guessed too.

    "Neville?" Fred also noticed the people in the room.

    "Sylvia? Fred?" Neville obviously didn't want to meet more acquaintances at this moment, "How can you..."

    Old Mrs. Longbottom snapped, "So you didn't tell your friends about your parents, Neville?"

    Sylvia looked up and noticed Fred's expression, and he saw that the Longbottoms seemed to be inseparable.

    "It's nothing to be ashamed of!" said the old lady angrily, "you should be proud, Neville, proud! They sacrificed their health and sanity to make their only son think of them. Shame!"

    "I'm not ashamed." Neville's faint voice seemed unheard.

    "The way you act is very strange!" The old lady looked at the young children and said, "My son and daughter-in-law were tortured mad by the mysterious man's men."

    Sylvia saw the pride in the eyes of Mrs. Longbottom.

    "They're Aurors, well respected in the wizarding world." The old lady continued, "It's very talented, the two of them. I... hey, Alice, what's the matter?"

    Neville's mother came slowly in her pajamas, she didn't seem to want to speak, or couldn't, but she timidly drew towards Neville, holding something in her hand.

    "Another one?" The old lady looked a little tired. "Very well, Alice, Neville, take it, whatever it is?"

    Neville has reached out, his mother shoves him a Bubble Super Bubble Gum wrapper.

    "Very good, dear." Neville's grandmother patted her daughter-in-law on the shoulder, pretending to be happy, "Okay, we should go back. Nice to meet you all. Wei, throw that candy wrapper in the trash, she gave you enough to cover your bedroom."

     Fred put his hand on Sylvia's shoulder, and they looked at each other. Sylvia patted the back of Fred's hand, walked straight to Neville, and stretched out her hand: "Show me, okay?"

    Neville was stunned, and put the candy paper in her palm.

    The plain wrapping paper was folded into a thousand-paper crane by Sylvia, and then fell back into Neville's palm.

    "What is this?" Neville looked at Sylvia in surprise.

    "This is a thousand paper cranes." Sylvia smiled and pressed Neville's shoulders, "It is said that a thousand paper cranes are folded a day, and if you persist for a thousand days, you will be able to give love The person who brings blessings. Each paper crane represents a little wish, and finally a wish can be fulfilled. If your mother gives you candy wrappers, you can give the paper cranes to her.”

    Neville's eyes were red, his mouth pursed ugly, as if he was trying not to cry. He looked at Qian Zhihe in his palm and couldn't say a word.

    "I remember you, little girl. Neville mentions you occasionally. The Tonks must be proud to have such wonderful daughters." The old lady smiled at Sylvia up.

    "I'm very happy to meet you, ma'am. I'm also honored to visit the two seniors." Sylvia didn't dare to look at the Longbottoms anymore, just looked at the old lady, " Neville deserves your pride too, Mrs Longbottom."

    Neville handed the paper crane to his mother, and the great Auror laughed in surprise.

    "You must teach me! Searle!" Neville said excitedly.

    "Okay."

    Sylvia smiled softly, the snow melting outside the window due to the sunrise was not as spotless as her smile.

    Fred raised the corners of his mouth calmly and put her back in his arms as the girl turned around.

    Sylvia doesn't like St Mungo. Just like the phrase "the walls of a hospital have heard more prayers than a church" she has heard, because she can't stand such extreme joys and sorrows.

    But the ward at this moment seems to be no longer so desolate, less awkward and regretful. A thousand paper cranes can carry very little, but that is also love.

    The author has something to say:

    This chapter explains clearly about Searle's riots? Didn't expect to say it in the seventh year? Didn't think I was going to explain it? Many people said in the first chapter that the heroine will kill a soul in the original world as soon as she arrives. Not the family, although I didn't say it clearly, because I think it's better not to write clearly, because this is Seale's perspective, and she doesn't know what's going on, right?

    Now I will explain it to you.

    Magic violence is a common phenomenon among wizard children. Searle is more serious because she is wearing a soul so she is adapting to the wizard's body. This is my setting. If she hadn't come, the original child would have died, let alone Searle. The original soul is not enough to support the body to survive, I mean this, my friends. The second reason Searle's riots are more serious is her talent, she is a damage player, she has a lot of magic, just like Fred said. The third reason is that the child's mood swings are so easy that he can't control his magic power. Searle's defense exploded because of that one break, causing various chain reactions. Does that make sense, family? There are three reasons.

    The reason why I put it later is because I think not all the plots should be spread out. I insist on seeing everyone here, I know that you really like to see this work, so I want to give you an explanation, I want you to see that I am trying to make the article rigorous, I also have considerations, not just what I think of What to write, what I have done for Searle is genuine, and I really hope to write my first work well!

    About Neville, I really shed tears for him, but more definitely tears of pride.