HP Dear Miss Freak

    "I have received the best gift from Merlin."

    "Who put such a big box here?"

    When Fred and George woke up and walked down the dormitory stairs, they both stared at the two large gift boxes on a large table in the lounge.

    "What do you say?" Sylvia turned around, "You don't even look at who is sitting here."

    "Ours?"

    "No way?"

    Fred and George came to sit on either side of Sylvia.

    "Do you think I'll forget your birthdays?" Sylvia shrugged.

    "But aren't the gifts you gave us all to take us out to play in the summer vacation?" Fred stretched his hand to the gift box impatiently.

    "Although some people have more gifts for some reason, they even exchanged the gift of a certain year for going to the World Cup." George rolled his eyes, "Fred, Do you remember what our gift was from before?"

    "Don't be sad, little Georgie." Sylvia smiled and patted his shoulder, "This time I'm not biased at all."

    "No eccentricity at all?"

    They both asked in unison, but in completely different voices. Fred gave a very complicated wink, as if that would make Sylvia understand that he was saying, "You're not partial to me! How can you not be partial to me!"

    "I haven't opened the present yet? Are you waiting for me to sing a birthday song?" Sylvia gave a very good threat. At least the moment the word "sing" appeared, the twins picked up the gift box with their name on it as quickly as possible.

    Sylvia crossed Erlang's legs, shaking in a good mood. But she didn't wait for the exclamation she wanted, so she frowned slightly.

    "Why aren't you responding?" Sylvia looked at Fred and then at George.

    Fred and George still didn't speak, just stared at the gift in the box.

    Sylvia even thought she had misplaced something, but she glanced left and right, and it was indeed the dress she had carefully prepared for them.

    "Speak, Fred." Sylvia gave her boyfriend a shove.

    "Merlin..." Fred looked at Sylvia, "I've never seen such a beautiful dress!"

    "Fred, do you mind if I hug Syle?" George blinked at Fred.

    "It scared me to death, I thought you didn't like it." Sylvia laughed, "Take it out and see, why are you still standing there?"

    "Why is she so beautiful?" Fred hugged Sylvia and quickly dropped a kiss on her forehead.

    "I admit that our eyes are too shameful." George grinned. Sylvia also didn't know whether he was laughing at their own eyes, or happy for the gift.

    "After all, you're going to be the boss of the trick shop, aren't you?" Sylvia said with a smile, "At least you need to dress better on the opening day, right?"

      . But what does it matter? Anyway, I want to be an Auror, and I'll be a civil servant soon, so I still need this little money?

    "That's why you gave the brooch and bow tie before?" Fred suddenly realized, "So the big gift is here?"

    "Pick up the dress and take a look. I beg you?" Sylvia said helplessly.

    When the twins picked up the dress, their eyes widened again. They soon found that the bottom of the box was a little bit tricky, and after opening the compartment, there was a pair of leather shoes of very good quality.

    "You are so generous! Searle!" George exclaimed.

    "When have I ever been stingy with you." Sylvia patted the two of them on the shoulder, "You two have never been so polite."

    Fred didn't say a word, he hugged Sylvia, and rubbed her messy head on her neck.

    "Hey! What!" Sylvia laughed.

    "I'm so touched! Bunny!" Fred said cheerfully, "Why do you love me so much?"

    "It's so gross! Fred! Get out!" Sylvia failed to push Fred away, "Hey! George! Where are you going! Take your brother away!"

    George just looked like he couldn't take his eyes away from the gift in the gift box, looked at his dress affectionately, and slowly moved towards the dormitory with the box in his arms.

    "It's not a shame! Fred! Everyone is watching!" Sylvia didn't want to pay attention to the laughing expressions of the juniors, but she didn't seem to have a choice.

    "Thank you." Fred opened his mouth, and when his lips rubbed against Sylvia's neck, she shrank unnaturally, "Thank you, Bunny. I Really happy."

    I am so happy. You have cared about our dreams from beginning to end. You are even more attentive than we are.

    "Don't you think it's a bit natural to say thank you to me?" Sylvia smiled and rubbed his head.

    "Neither of us thought about buying a dress or anything." Fred smiled and lifted his head, "But you know my size so well? You never asked me?"

    Then his head was mercilessly slapped with parchment.

    "What ghost words did you use?" Sylvia stared.

    "I didn't say that size." Fred rolled his eyes.

    "I didn't expect that either!"

    "Really?"

    "Yes!"

    "I know I know." Fred said as if to coax her, "I dare say George doesn't fit." He added with a grin, "You may not know , George's body is not as good as me ... in every way."

    Then, as expected, he took another bite.

    "And I'll be just right, right?" Fred winked at Sylvia.

    "How about you give it back to me if it doesn't fit?" Sylvia held out her hand.

    Fred held the gift box tightly in his arms.

    A lot of nonsense.

    Sylvia knew what kind of virtue Fred was, and was happy to complain a little about it.

    "Your love period is a bit long." Angelina said when she heard Sylvia talk about these trivial things.

    "Really? I think they've already skipped all the stages and become old-fashioned." Arya said.

    "Aren't you bored? Sometimes?" Emily asked sincerely, "Occasionally disappointed and boring."

    "Yes, yes! What should I do if I sometimes lose my old enthusiasm and desire?" Angelina concluded this question.

    "What should I do?" Sylvia frowned in embarrassment, and picked up the photo frame with Kimura Takuya's photo from the pillow, "How about a handsome guy?"

    In fact, when Sylvia and Fred did not lose their passion, they both looked like they were over-energized at all times. Of course, there will be some insignificant friction, although it is just a fuel for their feelings to heat up.

    So Sylvia can't answer that question.

    But the best way to adjust your mood - of course, is to see handsome guys and beauties! The more the better!

    Her roommates are apparently doing this well, and these days their night chats have become a new professor of divination. Of course, Sylvia also went to meet the handsome centaurs. But not for his face! no!

    "Hello, Mr. Firenze." Sylvia knocked on the door of classroom eleven, "Do you have time?"

    "Miss Sylvia Tonks." Firenze turned around and nodded politely.

    "You shouldn't be surprised to see me, right?" Sylvia closed the door briskly and came to him, "With the wisdom of your centaurs."

    "I'm very happy to meet you, Miss Tonks, please take a seat." Firenze gestured for the girl to take a seat on the low stool beside him with a smile. This classroom is arranged like a forbidden forest, and the so-called low stool is actually a small tree stump.

    "I'm actually curious, what do you see me like." Sylvia sat down generously, "I don't need to politely say a few words first. Is that correct?"

    "You should understand that I will not reveal anything to you." Firenze said gently.

    "I'm curious, do you know what I'm going to ask before I come?" Sylvia blinked.

    "No one can get to the details, Miss Tonks." Firenze stared at her quietly, as if planning to confirm something from her eyes, "The astrolabe is always turning and transformed."

    "Do you know Reynolds?" Sylvia asked straight to the point.

    "I know him." Firenze nodded, "The centaurs don't like to see wizards, and his father has him because of his child with the wizard... In short, they are not doing well."

    "He said that my appearance changed the original trajectory of the astrolabe."

    "..." Firenze was silent for a long time before speaking again, "You are no different from others, Miss Tonks."

    "Are you saying this because Reynolds leaked the secret to me?" Sylvia sighed softly.

    "No." Firenze shook his head, "How do you know that the impact of his words on you is not a destined link in the astrological chart?"

    Sylvia fell silent.

    "You have drawn a lot and changed a lot. You are indeed a very special and critical node." Firenze smiled softly, "But you are also in the astrolabe, affected by The influence of the horoscope. So I say you are no different from everyone else."

    "Okay." Sylvia nodded thoughtfully, "I see what you mean."

    "What's your question?" Firenze asked.

    "Didn't you say you wouldn't reveal it to me?" Sylvia smiled.

    "But I'm a little curious about what question you are knocking on my door." Firenze laughed, "You know I can't speak, but you still want to come up with something. right?"

    "That's why I say centaurs are wise." Sylvia nodded, "It's hard to say, but I did come prepared. I actually think...my question...you Maybe I can answer that, so I came here.”

    "Then what do you want to ask?"

    "Is Reynolds all right?"

    Sylvia understood that the Death Eaters knew Reynolds. With Voldemort's character, he would definitely not let such a prophetic guy go. And this character that did not appear in the original book made Sylvia dare not guess his ending at all.

    "Miss Tonks." Firenze laughed again.

    "Okay! You won't say it! I'm just here to try!" Sylvia stood up dejectedly, "I think you can tell me!"

    "Hagrid says you're the warmest girl he's ever seen." Firenze slowed down, as if it would calm the girl down, "I think Reynolds would be happy to have you like that. a friend."

    "He and I are not friends." Sylvia sat back on the tree stump heavily, "I have two sides with him!"

    "But you are worried about him." Firenze seemed to shake his head subconsciously, "You know that with his background, he will definitely have a hard time."

    "How can I not worry about him?" Sylvia asked with a smile, "I know that he is precariously hiding somewhere and not knowing when the danger will come. How can I think     #039;Oh, it's alright, don't worry at all'?"

    Firenze just smiled.

    "I looked through the student files after I became the head of the students!" Sylvia stood up again, "There is no half-breed named Reynolds! I don't think Hogwarts didn't want to. Let him enroll! Mostly centaurs are blocking it! Does that mean he doesn't have his own wand!"

    Firenze's eyes lit up slightly.

    "He reminded me, more than once." Sylvia shrugged, "Although like you said, it can't change anything. Except when it comes, I sigh&# 039;Ooh! He got it right!'. But you and the other centaurs won't say it! And he will! Since he said it, that's what he gave me, I'm not an ungrateful fellow! "

    "That year we were in the Forbidden Forest to observe the stars." Firenze said slowly, "We saw a girl who didn't fall like she should have, and was struggling and struggling. , overturned the original trajectory of the astrolabe. Sometimes there are some unexpected episodes, but we have never seen such a situation. One elder said that this girl is a precious gift."

    "Tell me that these are also horoscope indications?" Sylvia smiled.

    "Many centaurs call you the girl who changes the horoscope." Firenze just nodded noncommittally, "but I stand by my opinion, and you're just in it. Same, Miss Tonks."

    "You told me that...have you been instructed by Professor Dumbledore?" Sylvia narrowed her eyes. Firenze kept reminding her that she didn't take that much responsibility.

    "I talked to Professor Dumbledore about you." Firenze raised his head, but he couldn't see the sky he was familiar with, and lowered his head a little desolately, "Obviously he is more inclined to talk to The opposite side of me."

    "Yeah, I think he's right." Sylvia was not surprised, "In that case, I'll leave first. It's a pleasure to have today's conversation with you, Fei Mr. Lenzer."

    "You never thought about it..." Firenze shouted and stopped her, "You are a rare gift to your family, friends, even classmates and teachers. But yes What about yourself?"

    Sylvia stopped at the door.

    "I guess my own horoscope should be a mess, right?" Sylvia smiled wryly.

    "You have influenced too much and disrupted too many endings." Firenze's beautiful eyes sank, "Pain and disaster will not disappear, only transfer."

    Transfer to me?

    "Thank you, Mr. Firenze." Sylvia smiled, "Trust me, I also got the gift I wanted."

    I have too many gifts.

    Sylvia couldn't help but smile at the thought of Fred and George putting on their dresses and showing off in the common room. Not to mention the fact that they hurried back to the dormitory, reluctant to soil their dresses, and unwilling to let others take a second look.

    She thought of the scrapbook that wasn't finished, the scrapbook that couldn't be written.

    I've received so many gifts.

    "You don't have to worry about Reynolds."

    Sylvia stepped out of the classroom when she was attracted by this sentence and turned her head again.

    "You have other things to worry about, don't you?" Firenze said and turned his back.

    "I see, thank you."

    The author has something to say:

    Hey, the previous gifts were all for this great gift! It's all for the two trick shop owners!

      Searle's appearance will also affect a lot of changes. But if she wants to change, those disasters can only be solved by her.

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