HP Dear Miss Freak

    "First grade is over. But Sylvia knows it's just the beginning."

    "Hello."

    "Ah!" Sylvia shook her hand, the whole cauldron smashed to the ground, making a loud bang.

    "Tsk tsk." Hoddle looked regretful behind her.

    "Why are you so elusive?" Sylvia stared at him, "No, why are you scaring me!"

    "Miss Tonks, I don't think you can finish your punishment today." Snape said slowly on the side.

    "Fred and George used dung mines to plot against you, why did they punish me to boil potions for you?" Sylvia whispered, waving her wand to clean up the semi-finished potions on the ground.

    This sad story started half an hour ago. Everyone was scratching their heads for the final exams, and only Fred and George were still trying to have fun. Just when Potions class was over, Snape managed to step on the dung mine that the two of them had set up beforehand.

    "Mr. Weasleys? All I know is your stupid laughter, Miss Tonks." Snape sneered.

    "Then I didn't do it anyway, right?" Sylvia muttered dejectedly, preparing the materials again.

    "You've got a lot of records since school started, Miss Tonks." Snape took the parchment from Hoddle's hand.

    "Okay okay." Sylvia shrugged and continued to process the potion materials on hand.

    Who made me a Gryffindor? Who made my potions so bad? Who made my uncle be Sirius? Who is Snape not targeting me? Harry Potter? I hope I can help him share some of the pain in his future campus life. Sylvia folded her hands in her heart and prayed that their days would be better.

    "Three clockwise circles, Miss Tonks." Hoddle looked at the movements of Sylvia's hands and couldn't help but reminded with a smile.

    "Yeah... oh shit." Sylvia rolled her eyes.

    "Professor, instead of letting such an idiot waste potion materials, let her go to Filch." Hoddle made a good suggestion.

    "If Filch couldn't control me, he wouldn't want to torture me himself." Sylvia whispered, she was very self-aware.

    "Slice these pine caterpillars." With a wave of Snape's wand, a large number of pine caterpillars appeared in front of Sylvia.

    "Professor! I'll really cry!" Sylvia took a few steps back and looked at him.

    "I have a way to let you finish the punishment quietly." Snape looked slowly at the parchment that Hoddle brought.

    You are taking revenge on me entirely because of Sirius! Or shampoo! Well, then I can only admit. Uncle, you must remember how good your niece is to you.

    "I was wrong. Professor." Sylvia no longer dared to look directly at the wriggling creature on the table, she stared at Snape blankly, both hands blocked By the side of the eyes, avoiding out-of-the-way glances.

    "I was wrong! Professor!" Sylvia saw that neither of them responded and shouted loudly.

     "Don't bother the professor to revise the thesis for me." Hoddle raised his eyebrows.

    "I really know I was wrong, Professor. You know that's hard enough for me! I promise that if the two of them try to **** you in the future, I'll do my best to stop them. They." Sylvia said almost pleadingly.

    "Now, get out," Snape said, and the door slammed open.

    "Thank you, Professor, for not killing." Sylvia didn't want to stay in this space where the air was full of invertebrates for a second, so she quickly turned around and walked out.

    "Are you afraid of that thing? That's a freak." Hoddle's laughing voice suddenly appeared behind Sylvia.

    "Damn it! Are you too fast?" Sylvia looked back at Hoddle in horror, "Is the paper finished?"

    "Your legs are too short." Hoddle raised his eyebrows and said.

    "You." Sylvia ignored his provocation, and instead looked at the "History of Chinese Magic" in his arms, "I have read the Chinese version, this version is not well translated . You can look at Obscelus, I think that translation is better."

    Hoddle didn't seem to have thought of her reaction, and then said, "Thank you."

    "No thanks, don't scare me next time." Sylvia patted him on the shoulder, turned around and quickened her pace, "Don't follow me!" She looked back sharply again to Hoddle.

    "I want to go back to my lounge, and I have to go upstairs. If you have any brains?" Hoddle sneered.

    "Very good! I'm going here, we can't stop by, right?" Sylvia walked to the other side of the corridor.

    I have a secret passage! Ha ha! Did not expect it! Sylvia happily got into the secret passage.

    The arrival of the final week made the whole lounge tense, and only Fred and George were still concentrating on their dung timer bombs. Angelina was right, the two of them had to share some of their brains on their studies, and it was estimated that no one in Hogwarts could compare to the two of them.

    "Why aren't you nervous at all?" Sylvia couldn't help asking at breakfast time on the day of the exam.

    "We got something good."

    "You can't think of it." The two of them said mysteriously in low voices.

    "What good stuff?" Sylvia's tone was not at all curious, "Don't think about cheating, it's impossible."

    "How come you have the same accent as Percy?"

    "Good role model Searle? Sounds good too." They both gasped.

    "Speak, what a good thing." Sylvia said helplessly.

    "Answer Quill."

    "Memory quill." They both winked at Sylvia, and Sylvia understood immediately.

    "We bought it from a seventh grader in Gryffindor." They both said with a smile, as if they had seen their report cards with passing grades in all their subjects.

    "I hope that classmate is all right." Sylvia made a gesture of prayer.

    "What do you mean?"

    "What are you doing?" They both frowned.

    "I don't think anyone who deceives you two will have a good end." Sylvia showed a bitter smile and left with Angelina and Arya.

    Sure enough, their cheating behavior was quickly discovered in the history of magic exam. Both Fred and George had the word "cheating" appearing in red on their exam papers, and were severely criticized by Professor McGonagall.

    "You might as well expect Sylvia to give you the answer." Li looked at the angry twin brother.

    "No no no! I won't cheat! I've stabbed enough this semester, give me a perfect ending, promise me, okay?" Sylvia grimly refused .

    "You should test yourself!" Angelina said dissatisfied.

    "George, I've figured out what we should do."

    "Think about it, Fred." Fred and George walked away, shoulder to shoulder.

    "I hope that classmate is all right." Sylvia made a gesture of prayer again.

    On the day when the transcripts were distributed, Sylvia felt like she was re-experiencing the college entrance examination score. From when Charlie handed the transcript to her, to when she watched the other students take it apart one by one, her face was expressionless.

    "How long has she been looking like that?" Fred came to Li and asked.

    "From the time you both saw your transcripts and cheered that you passed four courses." Li Tan spread his hands.

    "Our flying class is an O." George waved his report card triumphantly.

    "Look at it, Syl. It's about to form a spider's web." Arya smiled and looked at Sylvia.

    "You haven't seen it yet?"

    "Why not?" Fred and George looked at her.

    "I'm not ready yet." Sylvia stared at the folded transcript in pain.

    This is really the first time to define her learning context in all disciplines. Sylvia was very nervous, wondering if she was really a good wizard herself.

    "There's a lot of nonsense, let me read it for you." Fred grabbed the transcript in Sylvia's hand, and George stopped her from rushing forward.

    "No! It has to be mine at first sight!" Sylvia shouted, but George held her back.

    Fred sighed and shook his head.

    "What do you mean?" Sylvia stared at him nervously.

    Fred sighed again.

    "Stop acting, Fred." Sylvia squeezed George's arm tightly with both hands.

    "You better stop reading, I'll help you destroy it." Fred waved her transcript regretfully.

    Sylvia finally broke free from George's restraint and snatched the transcript back.

    "Flying lessons only have E."

    "Not so good, man." The two of them put on Sylvia's shoulder.

    "I know my posture is not standard, but I'm comfortable flying that way." Sylvia shrugged and didn't care.

    Charms and History of Magic are O, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Herbology are E, and everything else is A.

    Potion is A! Passed!

    Sylvia is happy and couldn't be happier! She felt like she had eaten a Weasley weightless low-flying marshmallow.

    "That's not bad."

    "Should I treat you?" The two of them patted Sylvia on the shoulder.

     "Not bad, I still have hope." Sylvia nodded.

    "Hey! Want me to tell me if the best spectacled boy in our exam is a treat to eat." Fred looked at Robert who was sitting on the side.

    "I'm not the first of the grade yet." Robert pursed his lips.

    "It's disgusting! You're the second in the grade!" Kenneth complained dissatisfiedly.

    "However, it is the most powerful among us." Emily laughed.

    "Well, I'll improve the crucible next semester, you wait and eat better." Sylvia satisfactorily pocketed the transcript.

    "Sylvia! Sylvia! Sylvia!" Fred and George cheered.

    After the final dinner, Sylvia sees Cedric as their year's No. 1 on each grade's merit list.

    "Hey Percy, why aren't you the first in the grade?" Fred smiled and patted his brother.

    "Second grade is not bad, Percy! You're still Mommy's favorite baby!" George said in the voice of Mrs. Molly.

    "Shut up!" Percy glared at his two younger brothers, pushed aside the crowd and left angrily.

    "I don't know why he is not satisfied." Oliver scratched the back of his head and said.

    "You can compare Oliver when he learned that he was second in the Quidditch match." Charlie patted Oliver on the shoulder. Seeing Oliver's sudden disgust in his eyes, he probably understood.

    The first place in their class was Hoddle Waughlin.

    Sylvia's eyes widened. Although only leading by a slight advantage, Sylvia was amazed by the almost perfect score of the potion.

    "Awesome." She complimented her position on the edge of the crowd.

    "Thank you." Hoddle didn't know when to appear beside her.

    “Damn it! Can you…”

    "Can you not always be surprised? Aren't you brave old Gryffindor?" Hoddle interrupted Sylvia.

    "okok! Congratulations! Mr. Wafflin, I'll go first." Sylvia made a gesture of farewell to leave.

    "Why do you like Chinese culture?" Hoddle asked.

    Sylvia stopped: "If you study carefully, whether it is the East or China, it is a fertile cultural soil that makes people yearn." After speaking, she turned around Go outside the hall.

    Fred and George followed her with heavy footsteps, one on one of her shoulders.

    "Searle, the weightless flying marshmallow that was originally promised is expected to be improved."

    "But the dungdan time bomb has succeeded. Li is the first victim. You can interview him."

    "We'll send it to you when we make more." Fred patted his chest very honestly.

    "Okay." Sylvia laughed, "Remember to contact me anytime during the summer vacation, don't be polite to Brother Bird, even let him bring me the goods."

    "You said good bungee jumping."

    "We didn't forget," they both stressed.

    "Of course."

    Is that the end of first grade? When Sylvia packed her luggage and set foot on the Hogwarts Express again, she couldn't help feeling a little lonely. She lived almost every day at Hogwarts, and coming home seemed to mean life was slowing down.

    The morning sun shone into the compartment through the car window and sprinkled on every young child's face.

    This is just the beginning. Fairy tales have just begun to narrate, and the protagonists have just met. The moment when the crackling explosion card exploded with sparks, the moment when everyone was ecstatic, the moment when hilarious laughter filled the whole train.

    I wish I could continue at this moment until graduation. No, forever.

    Sylvia held down the silver dagger in her pocket.

    Another reason to bring it is to remind her that she has other missions.

    The author has something to say:

    First grade is over! !

    The next is a happy summer vacation!

    You can be a little more patient with Hoddle, he is definitely not love at first sight, not love at first sight!

    Both Fred and Hoddle have stretched my emotional line a bit, but Cookie won't be absent!

    The children are finally growing up after a year (I can finally send cookies!!

    Let me have more comments and favorites! ! Encourage me to generate electricity with love!