HP Dear Miss Freak

    "Love line and career line."

    "Are you still angry?"

    Hogsmeade Day, or the much-anticipated Valentine's Day, is here.

    Sylvia pulled the end of the crappy scarf and walked Fred with the scarf in front. Oh no, it's holding.

    "I can't believe you did this to me." Fred turned his head complainingly.

    "Where's George?" Sylvia asked.

    "I don't know." Fred turned his head back.

    "Can't you know?" Sylvia tightened the scarf, and Fred almost fell backwards.

    "George doesn't want to get involved in our date." Fred pulled the scarf back with a ruthless pull, "You're better, but you have to worry about it... When I didn't say it!"

    Sylvia knew what Fred was fussing about. He just knew too well what Sylvia's actions meant, so he was so angry that he jumped. After all, it's really hard for them to wait until their next date.

    "President Searle!"

    The two younger brothers, Jack and Andrew, waved and said hello. They had just left the castle and were heading towards the Quidditch pitch. Just as Sylvia was about to respond, Fred pulled him back to her side.

    "I didn't expect Angelina to find those two little devils to replace us." Fred snorted disdainfully, "George went to see training, he felt it was necessary to go. "

    Sylvia just smiled and said nothing.

    "What are you laughing at?" Fred pulled her closer.

    "It's nothing, I'm just happy." Sylvia took Fred's hand and shook it happily, "You can understand me, even if I'm sorry for you this time."

    Fred sighed deeply: "I dare say no one in the Order of the Phoenix worries more than you."

    You're right... maybe you're right!

    Sylvia smiled wryly.

    She turned over her notebook these days, looked at the various mainline details that were constantly added on it, and made a lot of notes, just in case something happened.

    "Hogwarts thank you for having me." Sylvia smiled and raised her head.

    "Did you know that Hagrid was on probation?" Fred said through gritted teeth, "So does Trelawney. That fan is really going to fire one of them. To be honest, she Do you really think you can cover the sky with only one hand? How can you make her live so comfortable?"

    "So Lee went and said to her that she shouldn't accuse you of playing crackling with George?" Sylvia smiled and shook her head.

    Educational Order No. 26 was issued long after the escape: The Senior Hogwarts Inquisitor has ordered that teachers be prohibited from giving students any information that is not related to the subjects they teach.

    So Li said that the crackling explosion card has nothing to do with Defense Against the Dark Arts, and that it is information that has nothing to do with Umbridge's teaching subject.

    Although Sylvia didn't think he could choke Umbridge much, he managed to get the confinement, and there was an extra line on the back of his hand.

    "That thing?" Fred disagreed, "What is that? We never gave her a good face."

    "Come to me if you run out of Mortra rat juice, Norman can't use up a lot." Sylvia let her arm and Fred's arm stick together.

    At that time, she asked Norman for so much, just to avoid the situation of short supply and to let everyone use it as soon as possible.

    "You don't feel bad for him." Fred rolled his eyes, "Do you know how tired he and your good sister are? I doubt that the two of them can write more in the letter than the other one. Disgusting words."

    "Leonie is more than I expected..." Sylvia laughed, "I can't find an adjective."

    "Crazy to the point where I doubt they'll get married as soon as they graduate." Fred tutted in amazement, "You said Rebecca and Ryan would get married as soon as they graduated, right?"

    "Yes." Sylvia nodded, "She asked me to be a bridesmaid before."

    "Okay." Fred seemed thoughtful.

    "What's good?" Sylvia was a little confused, but they had already come to Mrs. Paddy's Teahouse, and she also saw an acquaintance, "Miss Skeeter, stay safe."

    Rita Skeeter did look quite restrained, at least without the exaggerated and ugly gown, and without the objectionable photographer.

    "Long time no see, Miss Tonks. You still have a boyfriend? What? Afraid I'll attack you?" .

    "How come?" Sylvia helped her open the door in a good mood, "Please come in." Fred snorted coldly at this moment, waiting for Sylvia After entering the door, he staggered and followed.

    The Iron Triangle arrived early and sat in a secluded spot. If you look closely, you will find that Cedric and Qiu are sitting by the window. Sylvia sighed again, after all, this day was supposed to be Qiu and Harry's date.

    "Hello, everyone." Mrs. Padieff's chubby body passed through the two tables with difficulty. "We seem to have no place."

    "I booked your private box." Sylvia enjoyed her words very much, and motioned for Harry and the others to come over.

    "Sorry, no one seems to be ahead of time..." Mrs. Padiff looked at her and blinked.

    "Not in my name." Sylvia waved her hand, "It's Mr. Malfoy."

    "Oh! This way, please!" Madam Paddyff immediately put on a happy expression and walked in with a group of people.

    "Please." Sylvia turned sideways again to let Rita go first, and then motioned for the Iron Triangle to follow.

    "Malfoy?" Fred laughed, "Malfoy! I don't think I'd mind taking Malfoy as a godson."

    "I said, I don't want such a son." Sylvia rolled her eyes and pushed Fred forward.

    "You know what I mean." Fred took her to his side. "Why are you so talented? That's Malfoy."

    "It's obvious that he has the ability." Sylvia raised the back of her right hand in front of Fred, "Look, he helped me completely remove the scar."

    "Quite filial." Fred nodded with satisfaction, and was pushed by Sylvia with a smile. The two shoved into the box and pulled the door behind them.

    "This Draco is really generous." Sylvia looked at the table full of drinks and desserts, and it was hard not to wonder what the young master was showing off.

    Maybe he really is a silver cigar and won't keep it in his pocket, so he just rounds up the order.

    "Go ahead, Miss Tonks." Rita looked a little uneasy. "When do you still need my help? It's strange."

    "How do you say? Of course I need your help. Do you think so highly of me?" Sylvia sat down with a smile, "Your revenge on me at the time made me suffer a lot. I lost, Miss Skeeter."

    "Huh." Rita laughed, her eyes under the glasses swept Fred's stare, "I know where your skills are, and you must know. You are definitely a Cruel character, Tonks."

    The Iron Triangle looked at the good show in front of her with bated breath, and Fred seemed to hope that Sylvia would say something more to suppress Rita's head.

    "My ability is to make you disappear from the public eye for almost a year?" Sylvia thought. Compared with Hermione's quick decision to catch her and directly threaten to warn, she is still too kind. "At that time, you made a desperate attempt to write that I was Lin Qi's illegitimate meal, just to make a lot of money before hiding so as not to make yourself too embarrassed, right?"

    "Why didn't you report me?" Rita squinted.

     Grateful isn't it?"

    "Huh." Rita laughed eerily, "It's not doing me any good to give her your sex. Am I expecting money from her?"

    "Excuse me, I want to ask...what report?" Hermione couldn't help interrupting.

    "Didn't you stay out of the limelight because you were attacked by Searle?" Harry frowned.

    "Naive." Rita sneered, "The article that worked together to bring me down really cost me a bit. But you still don't understand? Why is that article so popular? Good reviews? They really care if what I write is true or not? They just care about not having enough fun! I made fun, and Tonks made fun."

    "If you are really hidden by paper media, it is estimated that many people will still gloat." Sylvia said with a smile.

    "But there will be people who will miss me, believe me." Rita also learned her smile.

    "So, why?" Ron looked at Rita and then at Sylvia.

    "She." Sylvia smiled and extended her finger, "She is an unregistered Animagus."

    "What?"

    Everyone exclaimed.

    "I'm not surprised now." Rita snorted, "Malfoy told you? You are really capable. The article you reported when you beat Malfoy was written by me. "

    "He didn't tell me." Sylvia shook her head, "I just discovered it anyway. You collect all kinds of information in this way, and you turned into a beetle by accident. Did you hear that the ambassador of Hogwarts civilization was me?"

    "Is that so?" Hermione covered her mouth in surprise.

    "But I appreciate that you didn't tell Umbridge that I was the ambassador of Hogwarts civilization." Sylvia sighed.

    "Then don't talk nonsense, what's the matter." Rita twitched the corners of her mouth.

    "Although it is for you to help. But it is not bad for you." Sylvia gestured to Harry, "I think you will want to rely on Harry to make a big fuss?"

    "There have been a lot of articles attacking Harry this year, and I don't need my help," Rita glanced at Harry, "How do you feel, Harry? Betrayed? Distraught? Misunderstood?"

    "He's angry! Of course he is!" Hermione said firmly, "because he told the Minister of Magic the truth, and the Minister was too stupid to believe him."

    "Is the Minister okay now?" Ron sneered, "When Dumbledore told him he didn't believe the Dementors had joined the Death Eaters at all."

    "Are you really insisting that the man who can't even mention his name is back?" Rita pushed her glasses down, staring at Harry sharply, **** the crocodile eagerly The buckle of the leather bag, "You are still holding Dumbledore's nonsense: You-Know-Who is back, are you the only witness?"

    "I'm not the only witness," Harry growled. "A dozen or so Death Eaters were there. Want to know their names?"

    "Very willing," said Rita softly, groping in her purse again, "a catchy headline: Potter Indicts? Subheadline: Harry Potter Points Out the Death Eaters Among Us. And then , under one of your big photos: The survivor of the mysterious man attack - Harry Potter, a fifteen-year-old boy, accused famous people in the wizarding world of being Death Eaters yesterday, and the public was in an uproar?"

    The shorthand quill was already in Rita's hand, and was about to put it in her mouth when the intoxicated expression disappeared from her face.

    "But..." She put down the quill and looked at Sylvia, "It's not always this is what you're talking about?"

    "Why not?" Sylvia asked with interest.

    "You want me to report what he said about the man who can't even be named?" Rita whispered excitedly.

    "Why not?" Sylvia smiled.

    "Tell the truth!" Hermione added, "Like Harry said. He'll give full details, he'll name all the Death Eaters he sees there , he'll tell you what Voldemort looks like now."

    Rita's pen fell to the ground when Hermione mentioned the name bluntly.

    "Why should I write?" Rita hurriedly picked up the stencil. "No one will believe his absurd stories, and there are enough of them."

    "Because people should know the truth. Wouldn't it be nice to give you a chance to do something meaningful to change your mind? I would also give you a chance to make an exclusive revelation, wouldn't it be a loss for you? Sylvia said patiently, "but you should also know that Voldemort is back, it's true."

    "You're worried that you'll get caught by Umbridge for writing it yourself, aren't you?" Rita raised her eyebrows, "So it's my turn?"

    "How can I compare to you?" Sylvia said modestly, "How can I be compared to you as a fledgling young man? As long as the name of Rita Skeeter appears, no People who don’t like to join in the fun will take a look. The image of the ambassador of Hogwarts civilization is no longer useful. It is easy to think that fans of Harry and Dumbledore are washing the floor, and the articles I posted last year are even more That's it."

    Sylvia thought they should understand.

    "The Daily Prophet will not be published." Rita said coldly.

    "But Mr. Lovegood is happy." Sylvia said in a good mood, "I want you to appear in The Quibbler."

    "Are you crazy? The Quibbler?"

    "I'm serious."

    "And there is no royalties." Sylvia stopped smiling and stretched out her hand, "Rita, this is the only time I will use your Animagus to blackmail you, and it will be the last time. Once. From now on, we will be completely clear."

    "Okay." Rita didn't seem so happy. She took Sylvia's hand back and reopened the crocodile bag, took out a piece of parchment, and raised the shorthand quill. "Then let's get started, Harry."

    "Then—" Sylvia patted Fred and stood up, "Let's go on a date."

    "It's over?" Fred had closed his eyes for a while, stretched and staggered after Sylvia, "Guess what I just dreamed about already?"

    "How could you really fall asleep? You're not me!" Sylvia took his arm.

    "Anyway, guess what I'm dreaming about?"

    "Isn't that me?" Sylvia raised her head proudly.

    "It's boring, I guess." Fred drooped the corners of his mouth.

    "Dare you dream of anyone else?"

    "Dare."

    "Really?"

    "Fake."

    When I walked out of the tea house, it was drizzling outside. Fred raised his wand, opened an air umbrella, and wrapped his girl under his arms.

    Hogsmeade in February was still so cold, Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief but did not see the white mist, and pouted with lack of interest.

    Fred did not speak, nor did Sylvia. There was rarely such silence when the two of them were together, but the stroll in the light wind and drizzle at the moment seemed just right and so rare.

    Sylvia took Fred's wand and looked up at the air umbrella with interest. Fred looked at Sylvia, and the girl in front of him was always staring curiously playing with whatever he created. Although if this spell was told to Sylvia, she would definitely learn it right away.

    "How's the potion?"

    "Cough cough!" Sylvia choked on her own saliva. She did not expect this question to break such a warm scene. She even wondered if Fred was deliberately asking the most vicious question to make her feel better.

    "How about the potion? Miss Auror?" Fred laughed.

    "Very good!" Sylvia flicked her tongue and raised her eyebrows. Hopefully this makes her look more confident.

    "I shouldn't have been sympathetic to jade before." Fred sighed, "If you honestly started playing our tricks from the first grade, the potion making now would definitely be the same. Full marks."

    Sylvia did reflect on the grief of the young man who did not work hard, and the old man was sad. What was she doing when the twins were doing their tricks? While teaching them that they don't know Lianxiang Xiyu, they slowly let go of the materials at hand, and then slipped away to read the novel.

    History is always strikingly similar. I think that it was only before the college entrance examination that I began to regret that I had been reading idle books all day.

    "Then I'm making rapid progress, and your tricks have to stagnate." Sylvia immediately turned this around, "You think about how much material I have to waste? The cost is directly Fill it up!"

    "That's a big thank you for not being a noob on this one."

    "You're welcome."

    The two of them just said a word without a word, away from the village and the crowd.

    "Of course I won't hold you back." Sylvia looked at the screaming shack that gradually became clear in front of her, and said softly, "At that time you said you were going to do the most powerful trick. , open the best trick shop. I said I'd be a good Auror. Now that you've got your dreams come true, of course I'll do what I say."

    "We can all achieve it, I believed it from the first time I said it." Fred said softly, looking behind the empty space, and then looking at Sylvia.

    The girl took out her wand and threw a shielding spell at random, then waved the wand to send them both to the window, and jumped into the secret base one after another.

    The strong smell of potion came from the room. Sylvia had just shaken off the humid air, wanting to experience the warm satisfaction of returning to her own territory. But thanks to the twins, there is only parchment scattered all over the floor, indistinguishable materials and various empty butterbeer bottles.

    "How long has it been since I came?" Sylvia smiled and shook her head and picked up the sloppy bottle, "Ah...it seems like a long time."

    As soon as she finished speaking, the glass bottle in her hand was snatched away. At the moment when she turned around and wanted to say something, the back of her head was firmly clasped by a large hand. Fred's lips had been pressed against the corners of her mouth, and they covered her soft lips between the tossing and grinding, taking her breath away.

    The sound of a wine bottle falling on the carpet, the rapid breathing of a girl, the warm snort of a boy, the sound of bubbles in the mouth in a dim room. As Fred's tongue skillfully found its place, everything around him became inexplicably hot and anxious.

    Whether it is the exaggerated size difference or the unstoppable kiss, it is enough to make Sylvia unsteady and fall back. And that just happened to be Fred's wish, allowing him to hold her under him.

    Sylvia wondered why the only open space was just enough for the two of them to toss each other.

    But she didn't think about it. To let Fred know that she had such a boring idea in her head when she kissed him and didn't know what was going to happen.

    Fortunately, my Occlumency is very good!

     But no matter how well Occlumency is learned, it is useless in front of Fred. His hand rubbed against Sylvia's hot ear. The two airships Li Zao did not know when they were taken down, just like the neckline of her inner shirt that was torn apart.

    Sylvia grabbed the sweater on Fred's shoulder with her right hand, and rested her left elbow on the ground, so that she could ask for the sweetness she wanted in her confusion. She was waiting for him to relax a little so she could take the lead. But today Fred seems more inflexible than ever.

    Sylvia gave up and simply immersed herself in the warmth. But her hand suddenly felt blunt and cold. When she turned to look, Fred thoughtfully moved his lips to the position of his neck and collarbone.

    "Key?" Sylvia weighed the heavy key in her hand.

    "No. 7778 Gringotts." Fred said softly, rearranging Sylvia's messy hair and pinning it behind his ear.

    "What?" Sylvia looked at him blankly.

    "7778 Gringotts," repeated Fred, "the vault of Mr. Fred Weasley and his wife."

    Sylvia just stared, but not a word came out of her mouth.

    "I told you clearly, you wouldn't think I was joking, would you? It's just a little later than expected. Although you probably played crazy at that time and didn't listen carefully. Fred couldn't help laughing when he saw her. "George and I went to Gringotts at Christmas to open a vault for our trick-or-treating business. Me, for me and you, too."

    Sylvia still did not speak. She just held the key in front of her eyes and checked it over and over, with an incredible smile on her face. Her eyes slowly lost focus on the key and focused on Fred's freckled face. Fred looked like he didn't want to move at all, he just wanted to prop himself up halfway on top of her and looked at her with a smirk.

    "I don't know..." Sylvia handed the key to him, "I know you said it, but..." She seemed to have really lost the ability to organize language.

    "What for me?" Fred leaned back slightly, "This is my first Valentine's Day gift to you."

    "Give it to me?" Sylvia blinked.

    "Of course." Fred took it for granted.

    "The first Valentine's Day gift." Sylvia clasped her hands tightly and locked the key firmly in her palm, "The gift you gave is so precious. How can I get mine? ?"

    "You got me a present?" Fred really looked like a big dog who was unexpectedly rewarded for doing well.

    "Of course I prepared a present for you." Sylvia took out a small box from her pocket and tapped lightly on his forehead. He got up and saved his gift with precision, "I said I don't remember Valentine's Day, but I really don't remember."

    "Chocolate?" Fred opened the box. "You made it?"

    "Give you a chance to reorganize the language." Sylvia sat up and folded her arms and looked at him.

    "Chocolate!" Fred picked up one of the pieces and threw it into his mouth, "You made it!"

    "I did it." Sylvia laughed.

    "You don't have time to make chocolate." Fred rubbed slowly back to Sylvia, sitting side by side with her, "You are either on patrol or on the way to patrol. , I have time to read again.”

    "It's not because a certain person is always jealous of chocolate. In his eyes, it seems to have a great meaning. I stopped by the kitchen one day after my patrol." Sylvie Ya shrugged, "Is it delicious?"

    "Delicious!" In order to ensure the authenticity of this sentence, Fred threw several more pieces into his mouth, making the sweet chocolate in his mouth difficult to swallow.

    "This is not my full strength." Sylvia snorted softly. She's busy with her studies this year, and if you give her time to find some recipe research, she'll definitely be able to make more delicious sweets.

    "I know, of course I know!" Fred said carelessly after he finally swallowed.

    "You! Blessing is yet to come!" Sylvia clenched the key in her hand even tighter. The uneven body of the spoon made her palms hurt, but she just felt happier without thinking.

    Fred continued to eat the chocolate, as always, no one was robbing him, but he just couldn't wait to finish it.

    Anyway, there is still good luck in the future, why save it now?

    And that sentence was actually said to herself by Sylvia.

    The author has something to say:

    Hey, do you like it?

    It's been a long time since I've been in close contact?

    The main reason is that there is no opportunity. I wrote it as soon as I found an opportunity. Hey, hey hey, I don’t let everyone know that they have it (wink)

    It was indeed the result of Searle's impulse that he didn't get rid of Rita at that time, but it was very cool, and now the result has returned to the right track, and I am back hahahaha. Searle's writing skills are there, but I don't think such a young girl can make waves in the literary world all the time hahaha, let her save people with peace of mind, and leave professional things to professional people to do.

    I like poor body size, I like it so much, so my heroine will be 160 oh my family.

    Today is my birthday, although it is also the last day of the update. Here I wish you and me the best of luck in 2022! I also hope that Searle's story in 2022 can be seen and liked by more people!

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Shawna; 1 bottle of vinyl chloride;

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