HP Dear Miss Freak

    "In the face of war, no one will be spared."

    Back to school after the holidays. It had been a long time since Sylvia had experienced the feeling of wishing for a longer vacation and no school.

    "How is your Occlumency?" Sylvia remembered that Harry would go to Snape that day and motioned them to sit down as soon as they entered the common room.

    "Well, I don't know, it's not so good, right?" Harry seemed to be discouraged, obviously looking for a place to be quiet.

    But the common room is really not a good choice these days, Fred and George are demoing one of their latest products.

    "Scape!" George shouted, and Fred brandished a pointed hat with pink feathers.

    The two of them still have bad taste.

    When Sylvia saw the color matching of the hat, she couldn't help but think of the indescribable bow tie many years ago, and the indescribable Umbridge in the office now.

    "Two Galleons and one! Please see, everyone!" Fred grinned and put the hat on his head, for a moment he looked silly, and then the hat and head disappeared together.

    How stupid.

    In fact, it can be sold more expensive!

    Sylvia does not advise on their pricing. After all, she is facing a bunch of priceless treasures in her eyes, and she can't be in line with the market.

    Several girls screamed while others laughed.

    "Hat off!" George shouted, and Fred fumbled for a moment with his hand on his shoulder, his head reappeared, and the pink feathered hat was taken off.

    "So why did you teach yourself Occlumency?" Harry asked when Sylvia looked back.

    "When I knew there was a spell called Legilimency." Sylvia took a deep breath and patted the box in her arms, "I feel horrible, Harry. You Did you know that there is a spell called "Forget it"? Wizards with ulterior motives can even modify your memory, think how scary that is."

    "You learned it yourself?" said Ron incredulously. "That's amazing too."

    "I think most wizards learn it on their own." Sylvia waved her hand, "No one wants anyone else to see their inner thoughts... Oh, Harry, I'm not Think about which pot you can't lift. But that's what Professor Dumbledore meant."

    Harry did look frustrated, and subconsciously reached out and touched the scar on his forehead.

    "Does it still hurt?" Sylvia asked tentatively.

    “How much do you know about the Department of Mysteries? Searle.” Harry asked. He expected that Sylvia would give an answer, and then everyone was happy. Of course, he also thought about her shaking her head, and then he expressed his concerns.

    But he didn't expect Sylvia to sigh.

    "Do you know what it is?" Hermione hurriedly asked, capturing the hesitation in Sylvia's expression.

    How much do I know?

    Sylvia sighed because she couldn't remember too well.

    She looked at Ron and thought that he would be attacked by the brains of the brain hall, saw Hermione think of the confrontation with the curse of sniper in the door, and saw Harry... The prophecy that Harry would get the crystal ball , but lost his godfather forever.

    "Did you dream?" Sylvia continued after Harry nodded, "The Department of Mysteries is very secretive, and I have only heard of it. I only know It's probably dangerous down there."

    "Danger!" Ron seemed to get excited right away, "We're saying that the Ministry of Magic may have some weapons hidden in there. Think about the previous attempts by Stoke Podmore to break into the Ministry of Magic. News from a door! It must be the one from the Department of Mysteries!"

    "I don't think it's a weapon." Sylvia did think for a while and shook her head, "If the Ministry of Magic had enough power, Fudge wouldn't have to be afraid of Dumbledore, let alone Dumbledore. It is necessary to spread the rumor that Voldemort is not resurrected. If they are preparing something..." She said with a sneer, "It's not that I think they are old and stubborn. When it comes to combat, I think the Auror Office will definitely be involved, Kingsley. And Dora will tell the Order of the Phoenix."

    "But I always feel like...it's not the first time I've been there." Harry frowned.

    "If it's Voldemort's desire to get what's in there." Sylvia looked at Harry, "There are too many possibilities, Harry."

    "Why are you sighing?" Hermione really caught the details she accidentally revealed.

    "I talked a lot about Voldemort with my mom this Christmas." Sylvia lowered her voice, "I did ignore that. My mom is from Black and her sister is Death Eater, her sister married a Death Eater again."

    "What conclusion did you come to?" Harry asked hastily.

    "It's really not easy." Sylvia frowned, "You have to admit that it's definitely not easy for a wizard to summon his own forces to fight against the vast majority of people. Why is his brutality so It's not unreasonable that many people are scared. His ambitions are too big and his actions are unpredictable. I just suddenly think, am I really a little bold? We are in danger all the time, Harry. In short, Be careful."

    "Of course I know that." Harry ruffled his tousled hair irritably.

      His shoulders sternly said, "And if I say it, no matter where Voldemort has a thousand reasons to go, it has nothing to do with you."

    "That's why Dumbledore wants you to learn Occlumency!" Hermione nodded frequently.

    "But I saw it, and I knew it must be a red flag." Harry looked straight at Sylvia.

    "Then you... are you willing to tell me! If you see something unsure?" Sylvia's expression trembled. Harry always felt that she was really afraid of something at that moment.

    "I will." He nodded, "Sir, you seem to ask me this question often."

    Have I asked this many times?

    Sylvia was a little surprised.

    "Now that's it."

    "Then move on, friends."

    Fred and George lay on the back of the sofa and looked at the four Gryffindors sitting on a long sofa with interest.

    The Iron Triangle moved to the armchair on the side.

    "Want me to deduct points for your bullying?" Sylvia looked at the two of them sitting beside her and said with a smile.

    "Guess how much we made today?" Fred put one hand on the back of the sofa and shook his purse with the other.

    "Unexpectedly good." George said cheerfully, "At present, each of our products is a big sell!"

    "Then..." Sylvia uneasily handed the gift box in her arms to Fred, "Would you like to take advantage of your mood to see what Christmas present I gave you?"

    "Christmas present? It's what made me wait!" Fred rubbed his hands together excitedly, but was stunned when he opened the lid.

    "I have a question." George asked after Fred's sudden silence, "Is there something mysterious about this burgundy monochrome scarf? Like it makes you fly. ?"

    "No." Sylvia said in a well-behaved tone.

    "It's not that I think your gift is bad, Bunny." Fred hissed, "But you didn't forget that your boyfriend was Fred and not George and then Did you send the wrong gift?"

    "Fred has been jealous of my new coat." George leaned into Sylvia's ear and said, "I haven't dared to wear it, I'm afraid he will kill him."

    "It's really... very common, I know." Sylvia secretly agreed with Snape's words that she didn't have any self-knowledge.

    "This stitch made me realize that my mother's craftsmanship is really good." Fred was still emotional, but he heard Hermione cough suddenly.

    "It's really not as good as Aunt Molly." Sylvia said apologetically.

    "So, why did you choose this for me?" Fred looked at Sylvia.

    "Although it is ugly, although the technology is poor, but..." Sylvia did not look at Fred, "I knitted it myself."

    "I love it!"

    Fred suddenly bounced off the sofa, and even jumped directly onto the sofa. When Sylvia looked at him, the crappy solid-colored scarf had already been wrapped around his neck.

    "Thank you! Darling! I can't like it more!" When Fred said this, there was really no perfunctory and reluctance, and the surprise in his eyes was almost from Glenn The Tower of Findo overflowed into Black Lake.

    "I know I'm not suitable for this." Sylvia glanced at Hermione, who was shaking her head, George, who was choking with laughter, and Ron and Harry who didn't know what to expect. Li, "I also told Betty that I will only be laughed at by you when I knit a scarf. I should have known that the saying that a famous teacher produces a great apprentice does not apply to me."

    "How beautiful, I like it so much." Fred sat down again and put his arms around Sylvia's shoulder, "How can there be such a warm and beautiful scarf in the world?"

    "Almost got it." Sylvia closed her eyes regretfully when she saw her rough stitches up close again, "Help me, why am I humiliating myself?"

    Is it because Rebecca always said that it is a very intimate happiness to knit a scarf for the person she likes?

    "Rebecca would be so proud of you, Bunny."

    "Rebecca will say she doesn't have my student."

    "I mean it! I really like it!" Fred read every syllable very carefully, "There's nothing like what you can do with your own hands! No! "

    "...I really should have sent something else." Sylvia looked at the scarf, but still regretted it and wanted it back.

    But Fred jumped up and backed away, running back to the dormitory as if he was protecting the lipstick-marked shirt before. "You can't take it! This is my baby! I will take it every day from today! I won't take it off when I sleep!"

    "Idiot?" Sylvia couldn't help laughing when she heard his cheering voice, "And you!" She looked at George who was laughing on the sofa, "I It's funny, Georgie, but isn't it nearly there?"

    "Searle, you knit a scarf!" George took a deep breath and continued to laugh, "I think of it! I think of you frowning and cursing and sitting obediently knitting. Just...hahahaha! I'm sorry!"

    "I now know what makes my scarf different from ordinary people." Sylvia sneered and shook her head, "Laugh again, believe it or not, I will strangle you by knitting one myself!"

    "Please do what you say." George stopped his laughter, but he couldn't stop it.

    "Go away." Sylvia smiled and pushed him.

    Sylvia received a letter from Andromeda, and Brother Bird personally delivered it in the early morning and provided a wake-up service with wings covering her face.

    Fuck!

    Sylvia almost grabbed the thing on her face and threw it under the bed, but fortunately Brother Bird screamed and woke her up completely.

    "What's going on?"

    But the other girls in the dorm were not spared.

    "It's Brother Bird." Sylvia took off the envelope from Brother Bird's lap and a copy of the Daily Prophet, "Did you come early in the morning and wasn't seen by that fan?"

    Brother Bird raised his head proudly.

    "I finally didn't have a morning tour, but you came to wake me up. I'm really convinced." Sylvia lamented, but she opened the envelope and took out the letter inside.

    "There must be something urgent?" Emily asked thoughtfully.

    "Oh, it's nothing..." Sylvia read the letter and the headline of the newspaper, closed her eyes irritably and fell back to the bed.

    "What's the matter?" Angelina's voice came from the other side of the curtain, and she was so anxious that she rushed directly onto Sylvia's bed.

    "The Ministry of Magic announced a mass escape in Azkaban last night." Sylvia read the passage calmly, but her roommates exclaimed in a calm voice up.

    "What!"

    "Jailbreak." Sylvia pulled back the curtain of the four-poster bed, "Looks like my mother can't sit still this time. It's all things that remind me of the seriousness of the situation, telling me that I must Be careful. What can I have to worry about?"

    Of course she knew Andromeda would trust Dumbledore and Hogwarts. But it was precisely because she was too worried about her daughter and too well aware of Voldemort's darkness that the mother, who had always been docile and rational, was a little confused.

    Sylvia also felt bad when she thought of this.

    "Prison break?" Angelina pulled the curtain and sat on Sylvia's bed, and other girls also gathered around one after another, "Damn it, you sounded like you were looking at the weird sisters Like boring tidbits."

    "Why are you not surprised at all?" Arya shook Sylvia's arm, as if to make sure she was fully awake.

      Don't want to face it. What's so unexpected about this result?"

    The dormitory suddenly became quiet.

    "Really?" Sylvia looked at the terrified girls and sighed, "Can you understand why I've been so nervous this year? Voldemort is resurrected, and the Ministry doesn't care What else can it do but get worse?"

    "These people look..." Patricia frowned, "It's terrible."

    And Sylvia's eyes fell on the woman with tousled black long hair. Bellatrix smiles contemptuously in the photo, as proud as if she could climb out of the photo and give you a life-threatening curse.

    The girls packed up their heavy hearts, washed and changed their clothes, and rushed to the auditorium together. There was no shortage of nervous crowds along the way, and it wasn't hard for Sylvia to see that most of the faces were those of the Ministry of Magic diehards.

    "Fudge confirmed in an interview at the office that ten felons escaped last night, and he has informed the Muggle Prime Minister of the danger of escapees." Emily rubbed her hands nervously, "He thinks this Something to do with Peter Pedirou's escape, right?"

    "He was right this time." Sylvia gritted her teeth. It was better than suspecting that Sirius was at work.

    "But at this point, he still doesn't want to admit that the mysterious man has returned." Angelina frowned.

    "I have to write a letter to remind the family." Arya suddenly stopped and turned to the owl shack.

    "Alia's family is also at the Ministry of Magic, right?" Patricia said with some concern, "I really want to graduate soon and return to my family. You said those guys who kill without blinking escaped Now, who knows if they'll start another slaughter?"

    "I thought she would know best." Sylvia whispered, watching a group of Slytherins in the distance, "Did Purse never mention this to her? They Slytherin You should understand the situation best.”

    "What do they have to worry about in Slytherin?" Angelina blinked, "It's a Death Eater's den, isn't it?"

    "They are the most feared people." Sylvia met Draco at the entrance of the auditorium, and stood for a moment to let them enter first before heading to the Gryffindor table go.

    The loyal ones are all in jail, and the ones who are left behind are all those who live and live. When the lunatics come out, they may not be happy.

    "Sylvia! Come on!" Hermione waved as soon as she saw Sylvia.

    While Sylvia was still paying attention to Draco's expression, he didn't seem to be sleeping well at all. And Draco noticed her gaze and moved his lips, obviously saying something ugly.

    "Have you read today's newspaper?" Hermione pulled Sylvia to sit beside her, and the other girls gathered around the boys of the same grade.

    "Look." Sylvia noticed that Ron also had a new newspaper in his hand, "Don't worry, Fudge continues to pretend to be deaf and deny Voldemort's resurrection. They will also take advantage of I won't take this opportunity so quickly."

    "I felt he was very happy yesterday." Harry said uneasily, "It's not surprising to see it this morning. Don't blame me for not being able to control it and having him again induction!"

    "I'm so scary in your eyes now?" Sylvia didn't want to do this at all, "I don't mean to blame you at all. I'm more of you than the student leader. friend, Harry."

    "I really want to see Fudge's expression now." Hermione raised her head, "And now Voldemort's right-hand man is gone. He spent six months telling everyone about Harry and Dumbledore A liar, isn't it?"

    "But you can see the expressions of the teachers." Sylvia motioned them to look at the teachers' long table. Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were in close conversation, and both had extremely serious faces.

    "I was thinking that I need your help." Hermione drew Sylvia's eyes back to her, "Accurately, I need the help of the Hogwarts ambassador."

    "Ah." Sylvia took a deep breath, she had already thought of what was going on. This should have been the plot of Hermione blackmailing Rita.

    Rita was let go at that time, mainly because she had to write "The Life and Lies of Dumbledore" later. Sylvia groaned inwardly. If she didn't intervene, it would not only be a highlight for Hermione, but she wouldn't have to worry about it. But she really couldn't take it anymore.

    "Can you?" Hermione asked again, seeing her indifferent.

    "Tell me about it." Sylvia gave a reassuring smile.

    "You look at this first." Hermione folded the tenth edition and handed it to Sylvia. The death of a Ministry staff member has prompted St Mungo's Hospital last night to promise a full investigation into the death of Ministry staff member Broderick Bird. Forty-nine-year-old Mr. Bode was strangled to death on his hospital bed by a pot of plants, but therapists failed to rescue him. Mr Bird was injured in a work accident a few weeks ago. "We've seen him," Hermione whispered. "He lives across from Lockhart in St. Mungo's bed staring at the ceiling."

    "You also visited Lockhart?" Sylvia blinked, "St. Mungo can't explain... It's a pity I'm being watched closely, or I'll ask Norman about it. "

    "We saw that plant! It's a devil's web! The healer said it was a Christmas present." Harry added hastily.

    "We guess it was murder, very clever murder. If the person who sent the plants didn't leave a name, who would have been able to find out?" Hermione frowned uneasily.

    "Mainly that guy!" Ron couldn't bear the slowness of his speech. "I heard Dad mention him at home! He's a mute! He works in the Department of Mysteries!"

    "I don't know about this..." No matter how good Sylvia's memory is, she can't remember such details clearly, "Is there still such a layer?"

    In other words, everything is going down the original route.

     Naysayer' to let everyone know the real facts, and Luna said Mr. Lovegood was willing to help, and it's not the first time you've worked with him."

    This year, Luna and they have become friends. Sylvia laughed involuntarily when she thought of this.

    "Can I?" Hermione asked expectantly.

    "I'm being watched, you help me send a letter asking Rita Skeeter to come out." Sylvia smiled and looked at Hermione, "In my name, she will come."

    "Why?" The iron triangle seemed completely unacceptable.

    "She's more influential than I am," Sylvia said patiently, "and judging from those stale articles I wrote over the summer. The ambassador of Hogwarts civilization is not very useful. It's not interesting for someone who has been criticizing the Ministry of Magic to speak against them. My limelight has passed. The thing about that guy is that people believe even if he spreads rumors. capable ability.”

    "You want me to tell Rita Skeeter that?" Harry's expression looked like he was going to throw up in the next second.

    "I'll go with you then." Sylvia patted Harry on the shoulder, "Trust me, Harry. It must be done."

    "Alright." Ron nodded, "Searle can't make a big move. If Umbridge finds out that the ambassador of Hogwarts civilization is Searle, then it's over! "

    "How did you become so smart? Ron?" Sylvia's eyes definitely had admiration.

    And Ron had a look of disbelief.

    "Then when...where?" Hermione had taken out her quill and stationery and began to write.

    "The next Hogsmeade Day." Sylvia said, feeling a tall figure pressing behind her, "Any opinions? Fred?"

    "The next Hogsmeade Day?" Fred put his hands on the table and turned his head to look at the girl wrapped around his chest, "You know the next Hogsmeade Does Germany and Japan happen to be Valentine's Day?"

    "How would I know?" Sylvia tutted unceremoniously, "I never miss Valentine's Day."

     "Won't this year be a little different?" Fred asked with a smile.

    Sylvia blinked and looked at the Iron Triangle: "Add Fred."

    "Are you serious?" Fred wailed and buried his head in Sylvia's shoulder.

    "Go to Madam Padiff Teahouse." Sylvia said, looking at Fred's red head, "Are you satisfied?"

    At this time, she finally heard George's laughter. This guy seems to have always liked to stand on the side like this, watching the excitement he likes and laughing unbridled.

    The author has something to say:

    This year has not been easy.

    Hey, the scarf is out, it’s unbelievable that Searle can knit a scarf, isn’t it hahahaha

    I always feel that Voldemort has risen again, and it is more Slytherin who is in a bad situation. Some purebloods have their familial stance too difficult. And those Muggles and half-bloods were more crushed in the academy than before. This academy is too complicated, and it's all about the game of people's hearts and situations. That's why I like this academy very much, because it's so real.

    This chapter is mainly excessive. After all, the main line of this year is too rigorous, and it is intertwined.