HP Dear Miss Freak

    "Perhaps you guessed right, there really is a Sylvia Army."

    "Ciel, come here!"

    Hermione greeted Sylvia who appeared at the entrance of the auditorium.

    "I don't need your help."

    Draco suddenly grabbed Sylvia's arm and said in a low voice before walking towards the long Slytherin table.

    "Hey..." Sylvia just murmured in a low voice, without really wanting to stop him. She took a deep breath, changed her mood and walked towards the Gryffindor table.

    They walked to both ends of the auditorium, as if to their destination. And this destination, I don't know whether it was decided from the moment of separation, or it was decided as early as the moment of birth.

    Why are some people born bright?

    Why don't some people even have a choice?

    "What's the matter?" Fred glanced up at her and knew what was in her heart, "What did that Malfoy tell you?"

    "It's nothing." Sylvia sat down between the twins, as always, "I said he helped us, come to me if you need anything. He just said he doesn't need me help."

    "That would be better." George said briskly, "That article has been published in The Quibbler, look."

    Sylvia took over the March issue of The Quibbler, Harry's face smiling shyly on the cover. The photo is printed with a line of red letters: Harry Potter finally tells the truth: that night I saw the resurrection of You-Know-Who.

    "My dad gave Harry the front page." Luna said, sitting between Fred and Ron, "We are very happy to publish this article."

    "So there's the fan letters," Hermione said eagerly, "and we're watching."

    "You want me to say—" Fred suddenly held Sylvia's wrist, "Why on earth are you suggesting this morning tour?"

    "Fred, don't eat this vinegar." George smiled and shook his head, "Malfoy's vinegar is a bit too ridiculous."

    "I told you, because I really can't hold back any new proposals! Umbridge keeps making me think! I think all is well at Hogwarts!" Wea explained excitedly, "And I like to patrol. It won't affect the daily life of other students, how good?"

    "What good advice did that Diggory offer?" Fred narrowed his eyes.

    "He proposed that the prefect and the head of the students should be doubled for mistakes!" Sylvia rolled her eyes, "You should be thankful that I encouraged him to say this. There are a few Slytherins there. At the next meeting, Cedric was proposed to speak about strengthening curfew management."

    "Look here my friends." Harry drew their attention, "I've convinced a lot of people now, which is a good thing."

    "Although some people say you are a lunatic." Ron pursed his lips.

    "Here's another one who says you don't look like a lunatic, but he really doesn't want to believe that the You-Know-Who is back." Fred threw the letter forward in his hand, "So he doesn't now Know what to think. God, what a waste of parchment!"

    "Another person says you're a barking mad dog." Ron said, throwing the crumpled letter back, "but this one says you transformed her and she now thinks you are A real hero...with a photo attached...wow—"

    "What are you doing here?" A pretended sweet, little girl-like voice sounded behind Sylvia.

    She rolled her eyes before turning around: "Professor Umbridge."

    "I didn't call you, Miss Tonks." Umbridge gestured for Sylvia not to speak to her. "Why do you have so many letters, Mr. Potter?"

    "Is it illegal to receive letters now?" Fred asked loudly.

    "Be careful, Mr. Weasley, or I'll put you in confinement." Umbridge said briskly, "Mr. Potter?"

    "People wrote to me because I was interviewed about what happened last June." Harry glanced at the staff desk involuntarily.

    "Interview?" Umbridge's voice was sharper and higher than usual. "What did you say?"

    "A reporter asked me a question, and I answered." Harry said and threw "The Quibbler" at her, "Look."

    Umbridge caught it, and when she saw the cover, patches of unsightly fuchsia appeared on her doughy face. "When did you do that?" Her voice trembled a little.

    "The last time I went to Hogsmeade." Harry answered truthfully.

    Sylvia could feel Umbridge's uncontrollable anger. The last time she failed to remove her, this fan was not so angry at this moment.

    "You're not allowed to go to Hogsmeade, Mr. Potter." She was clearly furious, but her voice became softer, "How dare you? How can you?" She took a deep breath After a sigh, "I've taught you time and time again not to lie, but you've clearly dismissed it as a deaf ear. Fifty points from Gryffindor, plus a week of confinement."

    "It's all right." Sylvia looked at the ugly back of Umbridge's departure, and waved her hand dashingly.

    The rest of the young people didn't care too much. Long before they knew they were going to publish the article, they expected Umbridge to have a bad day.

    Before noon, huge notices were posted all over the school, not only on the college bulletin board, but also in the corridors and classrooms. These announcements were the first to reach Sylvia. She was even thinking, in addition to his status as the student council president, does Umbridge want to dispose of her more?

    "The Hogwarts Senior Investigator has ordered the immediate dismissal of any student found in possession of The Quibbler."

    Sylvia laughed, and she saw Hermione pursing her lips beside her with joy, and the two girls clapped.

    "What are you happy about?" Harry asked.

    "Oh Harry, can't you see that?" Hermione whispered, "If there's one thing she can do to absolutely guarantee that everyone in the school will read your interview, it's to ban it!"

    "This time." Sylvia laughed, "It's all right! That's what we want!"

    Since the release of Restriction Order No. 27, "The Quibbler" has indeed never appeared in everyone's sight. But Sylvia heard people whispering in various places countless times. Especially in the girls' bathroom, she could always hear someone rustling about this in the cubicle.

    What is stronger than the media is traffic!

    "So that's true, right?"

    There were quite a few prefects who stayed after the regular meeting, and they all glared and covered their mouths after Sylvia nodded.

    "Look, now everyone is starting to know the truth! I told you from the beginning that it should be!" Cedric said in a good mood as all the prefects left, "Now We have to find a way to unite everyone!"

    And Sylvia knows that, in general, according to the law of conservation of luck, according to the law of the ups and downs of the plot, and her familiarity with the original work.

    After great joy comes great sorrow.

    "Searle! Come on! Something's wrong!"

    On this day, Ginny suddenly caught Sylvia who had just finished the ancient rune class, dragged her and ran down.

    "What's wrong? What's wrong?" Sylvia hurriedly followed Ginny and quickened her pace.

    "I was just in a fortune-telling class!" Ginny gasped. "What that stinky woman said at the end of the class. It's a pity that this is Professor Trelawney's last class."

    "Where are they?" Sylvia's heart sank.

    "She's chasing Professor Trelawney away!" said Ginny excitedly. "They've all gone to the hall!"

    Sylvia certainly knew that day would come. She squeezed into the crowd and came to the front row of the crowd. When she squeezed into this big circle, she just made eye contact with Professor McGonagall, who was turning her head.

    Professor McGonagall looks distressed.

    Professor Trelawney stood in the middle of the foyer, wand in one hand and an empty wine bottle in the other, looking utterly insane. Her hair was loose, her glasses were crooked, one eye seemed to be much larger than the other, and her countless scarves and shawls hung messily, making her look tattered. There were two large boxes next to her, one was upside down, as if it had been thrown down the stairs.

    "No!" she screamed, "No! It can't happen! It can't! I refuse to accept it!"

    "You didn't expect this?" said a sharp little girly voice, seeming to be amused, "Although you can't even predict the weather tomorrow, you should always realize that, Your poor performance during my lectures and your lack of improvement since then must have resulted in your firing, right?"

    Sylvia stared at Umbridge.

    "You—you can't!" howled Professor Trelawney, her tears streaming from behind the large glasses, "You can't fire me! I'm—I've been here for sixteen Year! Ho-Hogwarts is me, my home!"

    "It used to be your home." Professor Umbridge watched Professor Trelawney slump on a box and wept bitterly, a smug smile on her skinny face , "Until the Minister of Magic signed your dismissal order an hour ago. Please leave the hall now, you are embarrassing us."

    "You can't drive her away!"

    An unexpected voice sounded, and Sylvia looked at Cedric in surprise as she stepped out of the crowd.

    "You can't dismiss Professor Trelawney!" Cedric stood in front of Umbridge, his back was so stalwart, "Every student at the school can testify that Terry Professor Lawney is an excellent professor of divination! I wonder what your criteria are for dismissing her, Professor Umbridge."

    Sylvia looked at the whispering crowd around her, of course she knew that Professor Trelawney was not so popular, and once again felt Hufflepuff's enthusiasm and kindness. She looked at the oak door to the side again. Was Dumbledore not coming out to see how Cedric would behave?

    "My records are still very good, you can come to me if you are interested, Mr. Diggory." Umbridge shook his shoulders in a good mood, "The Ministry of Magic There are Ministry of Magic rules, and I said hello in advance."

    "You can't do this!" Cedric shouted, glaring, "I've learned a lot from Professor Trelawney since I took a divination class in third grade! If she has any Insufficient, should also be made by Mr. Principal..."

    "Enough!"

    Apparently Umbridge was hit by a thunderbolt, "So? Are you fighting me? Diggory? What do you think you can change here by talking about this alone?"

    "He's not alone."

    Sylvia stepped forward before Professor McGonagall could speak, and walked over to Cedric to face Umbridge with him.

    How can I leave him alone?

    Sylvia laughed.

    This guy is competing for the impulsive title of Gryffindor like me.

    "Tonks? Do you think you're different?" Umbridge twitched the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to spit on the girl's face.

    "We are the head of the students, of course we have to give you feedback to the professor." Sylvia raised her head slightly, "I am not a student of Professor Trelawney, but I know how powerful her prophecies are. I heard one of her prophecies when I met her on the road a few years ago, and within a few days, Peter Pedirou escaped from prison."

    The crowd began to chatter, saying that they too had heard an accurate prophecy from Trelawney. And Trelawney looked tearfully at the two students standing in front of her.

    "And that was the dereliction of duty by the Ministry of Magic." Sylvia didn't know what made her blurt out, but she just felt that since she had stood up, she would not be upset." It's still the same as this time, isn't it?"

    Cedric smirked. This sarcasm is so perfect. He couldn't contain his excitement when he saw the wonderful expression on Umbridge's face.

    Sylvia also thought it was funny. You Ministry of Magic let the Death Eaters out, and you didn't think of a way to get them back, and all day long, you were thinking about how to gain real power at Hogwarts.

    Is there something wrong with Fudge?

    Although Sylvia has had this confusion for a long time.

    "I think you've got a lot to say, don't you? Tonks?" Umbridge gave her a dangerous smile, "You said it was up to you to represent everyone, you sure You represent everyone?"

    Sylvia gritted her teeth, of course she read the threat and hated it.

    "I also don't agree with the dismissal of Professor Trelawney." Robert also came to Sylvia, the thin boy with glasses now looking very surprised, "I am Trelawney too. Professor Ni's student, I also took her class for five years. If the student leader is not enough, add me as a prefect. "

    Sylvia certainly wasn't the first day she met Robert. The spectacled cub, who is so weak and out of tune with Gryffindor, always shows his perseverance and decisiveness at critical moments.

    "Me too. I never felt anything wrong with Professor Trelawney. At least I got an O on my O.W.Ls and I'll get an O on my N.E.W.Ts as well." Libe Came proudly walked to the other side of Cedric, "Professor Trelawney's students count me as one, and the prefect counts me as one."

    "Please take your life back." Hermione also stood up, although she was the one who looked down on divination. Ron also stood behind Sylvia.

    "Sir can't be alone of course." Ron said honestly, "Even if she can't represent anything, you forget how many prefects she has."

    Sylvia couldn't help laughing at Ron, she liked what he said. Sounds like she's a **** boss.

    It was also Ron's words that all the prefects of Gryffindor stood up, followed by Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. No one noticed the movements of the Slytherin prefects. Because they were followed by students from various academies, they stood behind the prefects one after another to express their stance.

    "Enough!" Umbridge likes to say enough. But everyone likes to keep yelling after she's had enough. After being suppressed by her for many months, it is rare to have a chance to stand up and resist. Who wants to miss this cheap?

    "You can't dismiss her!"

    "Terry Lawney is a great professor!"

    "She may be eccentric but her lessons are never sloppy!"

    "She knows a lot."

    "If some people can learn, why can't others? I'd say it's definitely not a teacher's problem."

    "The Ministry of Magic can't get rid of Hogwarts teachers like that!"

    "You haven't given an answer to the jailbreak! It's not the first time."

    "Defense Against the Dark Arts class is really hard to get on!"

    "And you're always picking on a lot of professors!"

    Sylvia only felt that the crowd behind her was getting bigger and bigger, and a wonderful force was injected directly into her body from the rear, which made her feel extremely excited. I can't wait to let everyone wave this stinky woman away with a wave now.

    So happy!

    "Okay." The oak door opened, and Dumbledore appeared at the door, he stood in the door frame, against the misty night, with a sense of majesty, "No one said special Professor Lelawney will leave."

    Professor McGonagall had come to Trelawney and patted her on the back in relief.

    "Professor Dumbledore?" Umbridge let out a particularly unpleasant grin. "I'm afraid you don't know. I have—" She drew a roll of parchment from her robe. " Dismissal order signed by myself and the Minister of Magic. Pursuant to Education Order No. 23, the High Inquisitor of Hogwarts has the power to inspect, put on probation and dismiss any person who - that is me - thinks it does not meet Ministry standards Teacher. I don't think Professor Trelawney is qualified and I've fired her."

    "Of course you're right, Professor Umbridge. As Chief Inquisitor you have every right to fire my teachers. But, I'm afraid you don't have the power to expel them from the castle, which I'm afraid... Dumbledore kept a smile and came to Trelawney, and politely bowed to Umbridge, "It still belongs to the Headmaster, and I hope that Professor Trelawney will continue to live at Hogwarts."

    Trelawney laughed excitedly, choking a little: "No, no, I'm going, Dumbledore! I'm so grateful! And my students . But I'm leaving, leaving Hogwarts, and making a living elsewhere..."

    "No," said Dumbledore firmly, "I want you to stay, Sybill." He turned to Professor McGonagall, "Will you take Sybill upstairs, Professor McGonagall? ?"

    Professor McGonagall readily agreed, took Professor Trelawney's arm with Professor Sprout, and walked up the marble staircase. Professor Flitwick chased after him with his wand and screamed, "The box moves!" Professor Trelawney's box rose into the air and followed her upstairs, where Professor Flitwick broke.

    The crowd also whispered joyfully.

      all over the hall.

    "Oh, that's no problem," said Dumbledore cheerfully, although Umbridge was still glaring at him, "Look, I've got a fortune-teller teacher who's willing to live on the ground floor."

    "You've found it?" Umbridge said sharply. "You've found it? I remind you, Dumbledore, in accordance with Education Order Twenty-second—"

    "The Ministry of Magic has the power to appoint teachers when and only if the Headmaster can't find a suitable candidate. I'm pleased to announce that this time I have. Do you want me to introduce?" He turned his head to At the door, the night mist drifted in through the door. A centaur with pale blond hair, blue eyes, and a fawn body appeared in the fog. "This is Firenze," Dumbledore said cheerfully to the stunned Umbridge, "I think you'll find him a good fit."

    In the end, of course, Umbridge left in a huff. Dumbledore gave Cedric a reassuring look before turning away.

    "Why didn't you discuss it with me first?" Sylvia smiled and patted Cedric on the back.

    "How can I discuss with you so suddenly?" Cedric looked at her and laughed.

     Sylvia smiled happily.

    "But I did experience your feelings once." Cedric looked at her with his arms crossed, "Are you scared by my impulse?"

    "Cedric Diggory!" Sylvia slapped him on the back, "Are you handsome!"

    Cedric rubbed his nose with his knuckles embarrassedly, looked around before looking at her again: "No wonder you say that, so Fred is not here."

    "Fred and George missed a good show." Sylvia shrugged regretfully. She knew that the twins would hide in the screaming shack whenever they had time to study tricks. "I don't think Qiu is here. They just missed our highlight! Just really! So handsome! Everyone is so handsome!"

    "I'll tell you that everyone should agree to the outside world." Cedric smiled shyly, he noticed that when he turned his eyes around, there were many familiar faces. watching them.

    "What's the matter?" Sylvia looked at these prefects, and they seemed to stay invariably.

    "Sed is right." Rebecca spoke first, "I was thinking that since we are prefects, we should be more brave to defend students and professors."

    "Umbridge has been using brutal methods to keep students in detention. We should resist." Padma took a few steps forward, "Sylvia, I think we may not be enough. Knowing you. Parvati said you were definitely the best candidate for the head of the students, I always thought it was just a preference within Gryffindor."

    "What nonsense!" Ron snorted, "I think even this year's new prefect should be able to see how much Searle paid."

    "We were just talking," Anthony said softly. "Since Umbridge has been staring at Sylvia, afraid of what she will do, let's make it happen."

    "What do you mean?" Sylvia looked at the D.A member.

    "We are thinking of you as the leader and we as your subordinates." Anthony said with a smile, "All the prefects joined forces against her."

    "In this way, we can rely on the patrol of the prefect to monitor Umbridge's every move. We can also protect everyone's rights as much as possible." this situation.

    "Okay, then let you be the boss." Sylvia patted Cedric on the shoulder.

    "Me?"

    "Don't you want to experience how I feel?"

    "Then I will be the leader." Cedric raised his eyebrows, "I officially named the prefect coalition Sylvia Army."

    "As you wish!" Sylvia laughed.

    "I will remember everyone present." Cedric said with a smile, "Everyone will stay quietly after the regular prefects meeting."

    "Have you noticed..." Ron pulled Sylvia to his side and whispered, "There are only one or two Slytherin prefects."

    "I found it." Sylvia looked at Ron, and also at Hermione, who had been pursing her lips, "Since Draco agreed to be my insider, of course he can't be here. Stand by my side when you plant."

    "Sure." Hermione nodded slightly, "but, it better be true. He better not lie to you."

    "It's okay, I'm sure." Sylvia gave them a reassuring smile and followed them to a place away from others.

    "Harry had another dream." Hermione lowered her voice, "Do you remember that Stoggy who broke into some door and was arrested? Lucius Malfoy probably Put the Imperius on him to infiltrate the Department of Mysteries. Harry said he saw Lucius Malfoy the day he went to stand trial."

    "This time too." Ron added, "Bald, the one who was killed in St Mungo's. He may have encountered something when he came across some weapon in the Department of Mysteries. The magic to wash away the Imperius. The Death Eaters tried to kill him to keep it from being exposed."

    Sylvia certainly didn't know what the Death Eaters were doing at this time. But indeed, the Audio-Technica made a reasonable explanation that explained everything.

    And Draco knew exactly what kind of job his father was taking. Thinking of his uneasy look, Sylvia was convinced that he had indeed changed.

    "Okay, I see."

    The author has something to say:

    I've been waiting for this moment for a long time, and I was ready to write this scene from the beginning when I planned to have Seale and Seid as the head students.

    I've been looking forward to a scene where everyone stands up to Umbridge, and it's going to be pretty shocking. This incident started with Seid, which can be regarded as making up for a part of my uneasy feeling. I have always believed that he is a very good and honest student, even though he is only a supporting role here, I still want to give him a highlight.

    The update is over, and the usual update frequency has resumed. I will have time to write more when I have a holiday. The story of Searle is still long, everyone can rest assured hahahaha Thank you for the 2021-12 -3102:10:15~2022-01-0221:10:15 The little angel who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution for me~

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