HP Dear Miss Freak

    "It's over and it's over."

    Later, Voldemort also came to the Ministry of Magic to confront Harry and Dumbledore for a while. Just as he was fleeing, he was bumped by a member of the Ministry of Magic who was coming.

    Sylvia looked at the scene of Fudge's face slap with such a calm face, and also looked at the wonderful expression on Percy's face. She knew that Umbridge should get out and Hagrid should be back.

    Why don't you feel the slightest relief?

    The girl was just standing beside Sirius. The adjective that was more suitable for her was tired than calm.

    "...Harry, I think you can go to my office first." Dumbledore explained, "The other students, I think Madam Pomfrey can take care of them. Sylvia …”

    "..." Sylvia subconsciously dodged Dumbledore's eyes, "Yes, Professor."

    "Rest well, I'll talk to you." Dumbledore made two door keys, one to send Harry to the headmaster's room, one to send the others to the medical wing, " Of course, you acted brave."

    "You are not ordinary brave." Moody praised vigorously, "You saved your uncle!"

    I saved my uncle. But if, I didn't save Sirius...

    Sylvia suddenly felt nauseated, and the whole person became uncomfortable.

    She saved Sirius and is an unparalleled warrior. However, she went to the meeting single-handedly, but it was the endorsement of stupidity, recklessness and impulsiveness. She dared not go to see Dumbledore because she was afraid of seeing disappointment.

    Besides, the incident happened suddenly, she didn't think about how to explain why she could predict their whereabouts.

    Compared to the injuries of several other students, Sylvia can be said to be very good. She sat on the hospital bed and looked at her young friends who were asleep, and Madam Pomfrey who was busy.

    "You guys go back." Sylvia finally looked at the members of the Order of the Phoenix who escorted them back. The injured Dora had been sent back to the headquarters to rest.

    "Have you? Are you sure you're all right?" Sirius was worried, "Lestrange really hit you."

    "You have to trust Madam Pomfrey," Sylvia said.

    "Searle, you don't look good at all." Remus said worriedly.

    "I'm going to talk to Dumbledore." Sirius said as he was about to go out, "Why can't we wait until tomorrow to talk? You too, Harry too!"

    "You come back... come back! Sirius!" Sylvia stopped him. Sirius became extra obedient, and really stopped, "Dumbledore did nothing wrong. Harry needs to talk, and so do I..."

    "Girl, what's with this expression?" Moody laughed cheerfully, and nodded to Kingsley who was about to leave, "You think Dumbledore is going to teach you a lesson?"

    "I mentioned to Professor Dumbledore...I want to join the Order of the Phoenix after graduation." Sylvia's voice was very small, "I just suddenly realized that I still seem to be far away. ."

    "Say what?" Moody looked a little dissatisfied. "Which wizard of your age can be as good as you? You are better than many Aurors. Without hesitation."

    "Thank you, Mr. Moody." Sylvia's mouth turned up slightly, "I am..."

    "You're fine, Searle," Remus whispered. "You've always learned to reflect on yourself. That's something many wizards our age can't do."

    Sylvia shook her head: "You always... praise me."

    "You saved my life." Sirius finally spoke as if he had been suppressed for a long time, "You helped me clear my grievance and saved my life. Searle, Merlin testified to me I've never expressed such gratitude to anyone. I'm so glad I have a niece like you." He came to sit beside Sylvia and put a hand on her shoulder, "It's always been."

    "I want a niece like this, and I'd hate to let her be taken away by those nasty boys out there." Moody snorted, "A Weasley boy, right?" Rhyme S and Sirius glanced at him at the same time, as if blaming him for how bluntly the topic was veered off.

    Sylvia wanted to ask something, but the door of the medical wing was slowly pushed open, Dumbledore sent Harry over, and gave the girl a signal to follow him.

    "If you need a break, we can talk later." Dumbledore said softly, but his expression was still heavy.

    "I can't sleep." Sylvia smiled bitterly, "I didn't want to chat with Sirius and the others so I didn't sleep."

    "I guess so. Forgive me, Sylvia, I have a lot to say to you." Dumbledore said, walking side by side with his favorite female student. In the distance, someone had already descended the stairs to go to the auditorium for breakfast, and Sylvia quietly pointed to the other side of the road so that they could avoid the crowd.

    "Yeah." Sylvia nodded.

    "You asked Mr. Malfoy to be your eyeliner?" Dumbledore chose the point that interests him the most.

    "Hmm." She nodded again.

    "Is this the result you expected?" Dumbledore patted her on the shoulder lovingly, "In a sense, you have turned your enemy into a friend, Sylvia."

    "I didn't think I could do this." Sylvia answered truthfully, "When I wanted to teach this stinky kid how to be a man, I didn't expect him to help me so much in the end. ."

    "It turns out you are doing very smart." Dumbledore nodded, "He sent you a letter that Harry was going to the Forbidden Forest?"

    "Umbridge caught Harry and the others. Draco said it intermittently when he got a chance to report to me...but I chased it. I want to go anyway. I think I can stop them." Sylvia explained, "Professor, shouldn't I rush over by myself?"

    "From what I know about you, you must do this because you think this is the best choice." There was a slight smile in Dumbledore's eyes, "At least at that time it would be The best choice you feel you can make."

    "Actually this school year, I don't even know what I'm doing." Sylvia stopped and lowered her head, "I don't know that Harry was influenced by Voldemort's thoughts? Didn't I know Umbridge was trying to get rid of the dissidents? I didn't know the Ministry of Magic was targeting you, trying to get you out? I knew! But..."

     Dumbledore just looked at her calmly.

    "But... what can I do?" Sylvia frowned, "This year, there have been so many restraining orders and education orders. I am not surprised at all! I It's no surprise that Umbridge would do these things! But every time I just swear in my head, and I can't solve any trouble."

    "What trouble do you want to solve?" asked Dumbledore.

    "I..." Sylvia paused, "I want to drive her away."

    "Then you really can't do anything. But it's not the job of the head of the student." Dumbledore pretended to be relaxed.

    "I know..."

    "You mature earlier than any wizard of your age, Sylvia." Dumbledore pressed her shoulders, "I saw the precious qualities in you from a very early age, I never hide my compliments from you. You never let me down."

    "...I didn't expect you to tell me this. I thought you would teach me a lesson and tell me what to do next." Ti pinched her wrist, "Of course I'm glad everyone is praising me. But...it always makes me think...that I need this because I'm not strong enough."

    "Because you need praise more than anything else." Dumbledore shook his head slowly, "You can say other things to yourself. And you never really praise. yourself, right?"

    "But do you think I'm right? No plan, no clue..." Sylvia lowered her head.

    "I was wondering what would make you rush past like this." Dumbledore said, looking at her gently, "Firenze told me about your rumors among centaurs. "

    "You know centaurs won't reveal secrets to wizards." Of course Sylvia knew that this seemingly logical lie couldn't be spread, "How could they tell me?"

    "I thought about a lot of possibilities when I saw you at the Ministry of Magic." Dumbledore's eyes were full of messages that Sylvia could not understand, "Mr. Where did my father get the wind by chance? Harry's message to you? Maybe..."

    "No." Sylvia took a deep breath before looking back at Dumbledore.

    And Dumbledore was stunned, he didn't seem to want to see tears on the girl's face.

    "I'll tell you why." Sylvia said with a wry smile, with a heavy nasal voice in her words, "Because I had a dream that Sirius died." She said , ignoring the inconceivable flash in Dumbledore's eyes, "I saw him dead, with no body! We can't even bury him! We don't even have a bitter scene of crying while hugging his body!" She looked excited Biting his lower lip, "He died right there! That dark room! I don't know why I subconsciously thought it was the Department of Mysteries, maybe Harry mentioned it?"

    Dumbledore just looked at her in surprise, frowning.

    "I saw Harry shouting his name and Remus held him tightly to keep him from doing stupid things." Sylvia continued, "I saw the arrogance The Death Eater yelled: I killed Sirius Black." She stared straight at Dumbledore, tears streaming down her cheeks, "I also saw you tell Harry that it was you who caused such a tragedy. Responsibility! I see Harry can't get out of the pain and arguing with you! He's struggling with everyone! Why! Why do this to him! How could Harry lose his godfather..." She shook her head, "I still see Go to him and ask the nearly headless Nick if Sirius will return to him as a ghost too... Merlin's beard..."

    She couldn't take it anymore and covered her mouth.

    "This is a dream?"

     Dumbledore spoke slowly.

    "I know it's outrageous! But it's the real thing! So I've been scared!" Sylvia continued, "I also saw the sad moon face! The four good brothers Used to be the most dazzling little team in Gryffindor! But betrayal betrayal, leave to leave! Why! Remus is our best Defence Against the Dark Arts professor! He is the gentlest person I have ever met! Why! Treat him like this! Why...he treats everyone kindly in his life! But how does the world treat him?"

    "Sylvia..."

    "How can he die!" Sylvia finally couldn't control her emotions, "How can I lose him again? It's not fair... He's already had bad luck once... Really The betrayal rat is still at large! Why should such a loyal friend be treated like this by fate! If...if Sirius was a villain as a student as Harry remembered from Professor Snape! All these years Isn't Azkaban enough to atone for him!" She shuddered, "I know he's not that nice! He's so stinky and arrogant...but he's my uncle..."

    "It's all right, Searle." Dumbledore patted her on the shoulder, "None of that happened."

    "Yes..." Sylvia choked, "Yes, dreams are all reversed."

    "You have worked hard this year." Dumbledore smiled lovingly, "You can now believe that I chose you as the student leader for a sufficient reason."

    "You gave me those privileges for a reason." Sylvia wiped her nose with the back of her hand, "I appreciate your trust, Mr. Principal."

    "I also believe you can do more," said Dumbledore.

    "Didn't you say like Remus said I should pay more attention to myself, that I should enjoy life more and take less responsibility?"

    "Some people are forced to bear something." Dumbledore pushed up the half-moon glasses, "and some people choose to bear something. The former requires tenacity, the latter requires responsibility ."

    "You mean Harry and me?"

    Dumbledore laughed: "All, Sylvia. All brave."

    "Really." Sylvia raised her eyebrows. It sounds a lot like chicken soup, but what Dumbledore says is always so believable.

    "Have a good rest, my Miss Student President." Dumbledore said, spreading his legs, but turned his head and made a silent motion and whispered, "New member of the Order of the Phoenix. "

    "It's just the beginning, isn't it?" Sylvia finally showed a relieved smile, the warm sunlight of the morning poured on her face through the slender glass window, "The real battle ,just began."

    The man who can't even mention his name is back. In a brief statement, Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge confirmed that the unnamed man was back in the country and campaigning once again.

    "The Dementor has blatantly served Voldemort." Sylvia looked at the newspaper, tapping her head again and again with the wand in her hand.

    "I think it's a good job distributing the initial defense guide for families and individuals for free." Cedric had the same report.

    "That's funny." Rebecca snorted, "Last Wednesday the Ministry of Magic was still reassuring that some-know-something was working among us again, it's pure nonsense."

    "But finally everyone can be vigilant." Qiu nodded.

    "They are still afraid of you?" Rebecca turned her head to look at the Iron Triangle not far away, and stabbed Sylvia with her elbow.

    "I don't blame them," Sylvia said.

    They were sitting on the grass by the Black Lake, enjoying the last time before graduation. And there are three heads looking at Sylvia not far away.

    "Let me guess, you didn't say anything, did you?" Rebecca smiled and shook her head, "They probably thought you were sulking."

    "Of course I'm angry." Sylvia told a close friend, "I didn't tell Professor Dumbledore, in my dream I even grabbed Harry by the collar and said it was him wrong."

    Of course, none of this appeared so clearly in her dreams. It's just that these memories and fragments are too real, so everyone believes it. Qiu even guessed whether she had a talent for divination.

    "You...don't..." Qiu frowned slightly.

    "Of course I know that Harry himself is very guilty of this. If Sirius really died, he must be the most uncomfortable." Sylvia shook her head, "But That's what I thought subconsciously. If he didn't go, it's nothing. Isn't that blaming him? Isn't it his responsibility because he's sad because of it? But... don't say it."

    "They probably felt that they were impulsive, so they wanted to come and talk to you." Cedric moved his hands, as if he was considering whether to greet the three young students.

    "I'm more angry with myself." Sylvia patted her forehead and sighed, "I…"

    "Okay, didn't you say everything?" Rebecca hurriedly patted Sylvia on the shoulder.

    "I think, do you want to chat?" Qiu asked.

    Sylvia nodded, her friends got up and left, and after a while, three familiar figures sat down.

    "Searle."

    Harry, Hermione and Ron probably didn't expect them to call out her name in unison, and then they suddenly couldn't say a word at this moment.

    "Is everything healed?" Sylvia asked.

    "It's all good!" The three children replied.

    "What about you?" Ron hurriedly added like a knot in his tongue, and he knew by the look of his two good friends that he had asked a good question.

    "I'm fine. Didn't hurt much in the first place."

    Sylvia looked at the Iron Triangle in front of her, and suddenly realized that they were no longer children.

    "What are you laughing at?" Harry asked nervously when he saw the smile that suddenly appeared on Sylvia's face.

    "I was thinking about the first time I met you." Sylvia laughed, "I'm going to graduate in a blink of an eye, and you're going to be adults."

    "First time?" Ron's expression seemed to say that it wasn't a good experience.

    "My two brothers and I scared you?" Sylvia patted Ron on the shoulder, "Trust me, little Ronnie, I definitely warned them about You're better."

    "Syr first knew Ron, right?" Hermione continued, "I still remember Syr helping me find Neville's Leif."

    "Yes." Sylvia remembered her attentive look.

    "Meet me for the first time on Privet Drive," Harry recalls. "He also helped me. I didn't know you were a witch back then."

    "You didn't even know you were a wizard back then." Sylvia smiled and nodded.

    "And you didn't know it was the boy who survived?" Harry rolled his eyes mockingly.

    "Perhaps I know? I will have a prophetic dream!" Sylvia said carelessly. All four Gryffindor cubs laughed.

    "...Searle." Harry was the first to stop his smile, "Department of Mysteries..."

    Sylvia waved her hand.

    "If you didn't save Sirius...then I..." Harry insisted, "I will never forgive myself for the rest of my life, I know this time I was too impulsive, but I …”

    "Why don't you go?" Sylvia smiled helplessly, "No one of us has done this better than anyone else, Harry. I'm also the one who just rushes away regardless. In the past. You're still in a group, and the stupidest one is me."

    "Can you teach me Occlumency?" Harry asked, Hermione nodded frequently, but Sylvia was stunned.

    Can I?

    "I can teach you what I taught myself." Sylvia rubbed her temples, "But I really wasn't playing around with you before. Not a very good closed-brainer."

    "The day we..." Harry looked at his two friends before continuing, "I tried to find Snape again. But I saw Malfoy there and it looked like he I'm still learning..."

    "He studied with Snape?" Sylvia seemed relieved.

    "And he seems to have learned well." Ron added, "He came out pompous, with the words on his face that he couldn't learn."

    "But it does mean that learning this is very important, doesn't it?" Hermione said hurriedly, "I think this is indeed a great help."

    "I don't know what he's going to do with this." Ron snorted, "Isn't his father the number one Death Eater?"

    Sylvia heard the movement on the side, turned her head and saw a group of Slytherins walking towards the lake. It was the small group headed by Draco, excluding those who were not the children of Death Eaters. They sat so far away that they didn't seem to want to see the lions at all.

    "Why do you think they are having a good time?" Sylvia remembered the words her roommate mentioned before, "They are not having an easier time than us."

    "Why do you say that?" Hermione asked.

    "His father was arrested." Sylvia whispered, looking away, "You know, Department of Mysteries, Theodore Nott's father is..."

    "So what? They do it for themselves!" Ron raised his eyebrows.

    "These people ruined Voldemort's plan, what do you think he would do?" Sylvia said, "You think about it, the Death Eaters have not moved for so many years. When Voldemort was resurrected How many people are really happy? Before they were young and ambitious, how many people have their own families now? How many people really think about this kind of life on the tip of a knife?" She shook Shaking his head, "This is what makes him terrifying. There are no compatriots in his eyes."

    "You mean, he kills Death Eaters?" Ron frowned.

    "It's hard to say." Harry said immediately, "I saw him interrogate and torture his subordinates in my dreams."

    "They want revolution, but violent rule has no good results." Sylvia got up and stretched, "War is our common enemy."

    It would be nice if there was no war.

    Sylvia sighed.

    But she knew that the war had begun.

    The author has something to say:

    Today is the first day of Plus Update! The Spring Festival is about to usher in ten days with even bigger broadcasts! Friends who are familiar with me should know that the same is true for the Chinese New Year last year!

     Happy New Year's Eve to everyone!

    I am indeed a lot busier than last year, and the time for writing is really less! And the next plot is very **** hahahaha, so I can only say that I will do my best!

    Umbridge, let me slowly think about it, everyone, I want to see if there is a cool way

    My plot will be inaccurate, thank you for your patience!

    In short, Searle graduated, I think the next plot is quite exciting hahahaha! Thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2022-01-26 13:34:19~2022-01-3113:34:19~

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