HP Dear Miss Freak

    Nothing has changed here.

    The road to the Royal Theatre is still so slippery. Because the UK is still so humid and so cold. Blowing bubble gum is still a bluebell-colored dream. And it's easy to buy and easy to give away. With green tiles and red walls, the eccentric girl lives under the skylight. She was still so fond of being surprised, so fond of meddling. So stupid and so endearing.

    As if everything was the way it was before he left.

    But Hoddle knows better than anyone.

    In the two years since he left, everything has changed.

    I heard that Sylvia was selected as a warrior by the Goblet of Fire on behalf of Hogwarts in sixth grade. This is what Hoddle saw in Universal Wizarding Weekly. Merlin knew he never liked to read newspapers. But that day, he saw a familiar face on the front page, and there was an inexplicable lack of silver nicotine in his pocket, and a newspaper in his hand naturally. Since then, the Daily Prophet has been purchased one after another through the International Post Office.

    "Being clever again, this will kill you."

    Hoddle frowned slightly when she saw the report, she seemed so petite and so strong among all the warriors. Again he was happy for her from the bottom of his heart. If he was still in school, this guy would probably show off in front of him, right? Hoddle could imagine Sylvia's smugly stupid look in front of him.

    I heard that Sylvia didn't win. It was the savior Harry Potter who won. If I remember correctly he was Uncle Sylvia's godson? She seems to have been paying attention to this Harry Potter. She must be happy for others again, right? Follow along with applause, right? She is like this, what kind of good person is she pretending to be? Just a complete fool.

    I heard that something happened to the British Ministry of Magic. It looks like the UK is really in turmoil. That guy is really right, the quiet days are indeed not too long. The familiar face reappeared in the newspaper. She still looked so petite, but her face was full of stubbornness. Hoddle looked at the small figure and couldn't move his eyes away. He tried to keep an eye on the girl in the crowd. Is that hurt? He can't be sure. But things don't look good at all. She was standing beside her uncle, looking dazed.

    Do you think you are very capable? I knew all day long that Cheng Neng didn't even look at how much he weighed.

    Then Hoddle realized something was really wrong in England. He bought a plane ticket back home with little hesitation. Hearing that the mysterious man is back, he and Sylvia have read a lot of historical materials about the mysterious man and the Death Eaters together.

    Hoddle knew Britain was no longer safe.

    I heard that Sylvia became the female student council president after the prefect. It was after Hoddle returned to China that he heard Qiu talk about it. It seems that they don't have any good students this year, right?

    I heard that Sylvia became a trainee Auror as she wished. Isn't that outright stupid? What good is being an Auror at this juncture?

    I heard that Sylvia joined the Order of the Phoenix to fight Voldemort. Oh, it's like something she would do. She always felt that she was suitable for upholding justice and slaying demons and demons.

    I heard that Sylvia is engaged.

    Hoddle looked at the ring on her ring finger, her hands clenched into fists. This is just great. All the rhetoric he had thought of to persuade her and himself to leave England was in vain. Sylvia Tonks, you're really good at deflating me.

    "So because of that damn... new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, you haven't received my letters and postcards from the last year? Including the one in Hawaii?"

    Hoddle wanted to ask this question, although he did not succeed in expressing all his inner displeasure, but said it in a very peaceful way as usual.

    He cared about that postcard because he wrote "Aloha" on the front of the postcard in beautiful swash.

    Aloha

    Hawaiian, means love, affection, sympathy, pity, goodbye, hello, etc.

    If Sylvia found the canopy to shy away from, then of course, with his character, he had to find one and return it.

    Aloha.

    A word that means greetings, means I like you, means goodbye. A word that hides our encounter, acquaintance and farewell. One word, just to finish all my emotions for me, anyway, you know I'm not so talkative.

    He didn't know whether to blame Qiu for not telling him that the girl was engaged. Even though he knew it, he would still knock on Sylvia’s door. From the moment he set foot on British soil, his restless heart reminded him that he missed her so much and wanted to see her soon.

    Sylvia's fiancé is that Fred Weasley. Her eyesight was really bad. Hoddle looked at the man who looked like a master and was wearing a pink apron, Merlin!

    What's so good about him? A guy who only plays handsome with a bat. A guy who only makes the professors mad with some clever tricks. A guy who can only make fun of people and be proud of.

    She likes it.

    When Sylvia just appeared, she seemed to be afraid of them fighting. Although they had already had a fight. Hoddle lost particularly badly. His small body couldn't stand Fred's random two or three blows.

    He regrets it anyway. Missing these crucial two years made him miss his beloved girl completely. If he hadn't gone, that guy might not be able to catch up with Sylvia. After all, he was the man who surprised Sylvia the first time they met.

    But as soon as the Weasley opened the door, he said:

    "Wow! You're back in the UK? Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

    This made Hoddle unable to adjust his mood until the handshake.

    What is this? Might as well have a fight with me!

    Why are you posing for a friendly look? Why do you look like you're happy to see me? But Fred no longer felt that he was a dangerous rival, which was the most dangerous sign for him.

    His good-looking skin, superior ideas, and lofty revenge are worthless in front of company and laughter.

    He didn't know that the two years had changed so much. He didn't know what Sylvia was facing alone. If he could have known in advance, he would definitely not have left. He will definitely try his best to help her.

    How could Fred Weasley's emotional intelligence be half as good as mine?

    But Sylvia said she would look down on him if he gave up the dream he had been dreaming of for many years.

    But, but...

    He has too many buts and ifs in his heart. It's a pity that reality does not allow is and if.

    Hoddle left Sylvia's house with a simple blessing. He wasn't annoyed either, how could he not be so smart? He actually lost to that Fred Weasley long ago.

    He remembers it very well. When he was so playful that he blew a beautiful bubble with Bubble Gum, the girl told him what a wonderful bubble rain she had ever seen.

    I can give you a candy, but he can give you a rain.

    There is no doubt that he has already lost.

    He is very disappointed.

    Hoddle remembers how lost he was. He's rarely lost since he's grown up to read books on magical theory without being blamed by his father.

    It's a little thing, isn't it? Hoddle always finds it funny in retrospect. But he actually liked that Sylvia said our friendship was only worth blowing bubblegum. It's as if Bubble Gum is the only signal that they belong to each other. But now it seems that it is just his own signal.

    So he never gave Sylvia Bubble Gum again. While traveling around the world, he found all kinds of novel gadgets to send to girls, and he didn't know if the girls liked it or not, at least it reminded the idiot that she had a friend away from home.

    Including the conch, the one she said never buy. Hoddle was amused at the thought of Sylvia cursing and calling him an idiot when he opened the present.

    He sang in the letter he sent: "Let the memory come again."

    The lyric not only expressed the memories of them going to the play together, but also expressed that he brought Sylvia's memories to her on the day she came of age. He chose this conch on purpose. Because he wanted the girls to scold and think of their daily gags at the same time.

    And he loved those days.

    However,

    I will give you what I think is nice to you and I think you will like it.

    As long as I can give you, I have no reservations.

    The strong and the latter are the biggest difference between Hoddle and Fred.

    And they're all very confident in what they're up to.

    After leaving Sylvia's home, Hoddle went to London's Royal Theatre alone to watch "The Phantom of the Opera" again.

    He smiled.

    Sure enough, when I look back, I will only feel that I am stupid.

    Once he was very emotional, all he saw in this play were the shadows of himself and Sylvia. Just as music brought Phantom and Christine together, History of Magic brought Hoddle and Sylvia together. They are both teachers and friends, and they are all soulmates that are hard to find.

    Hoddle found out at the time that this guy could reach her level of thinking and started paying attention to her paper after paper.

    But perhaps, Sylvia didn't take it too seriously.

    Unfortunately, they are not in the show, they all have their own stories.

    People always like to think about themselves at the center, and always like to put the situation into themselves. In fact, "The Phantom of the Opera" is just that classic musical. The Phantom and Christine have nothing to do with Hoddle and Sylvia. Now that I think about those deep emotions at that time, it was just some hypocritical bullshit. But it's the result of an over-abundance of dopamine at a young age.

    He remembered his conversation with Qiu and heard too many stories he missed. It was at that time that he suddenly thought that this guy Sylvia had kindness and enthusiasm to everyone.

    She does this to everyone.

    She illuminates more than just his world.

    I was too conceited when I was young, and now I don't know what makes him feel confident that he is a winner in every aspect.

    He often mocked Sylvia's impoverished heart, but now think that he is the one who attracts her with his exaggerated appearance.

    Hoddle's world may be rich or wonderful.

    But Sylvia's world is absolutely unparalleled pure land.

    There is a sentence that is correct,

    Those who are lonely and claustrophobic often secretly yearn for light and radiance in their hearts.

    "People are cheap, they always want what they don't have."

    Sylvia is really good at saying things that are not rough. Hoddle couldn't remember the words that lingered in his ears on a night full of the smell of potion. And then the guy is always in a commotion about what he can't get to himself. Oh, maybe she's singing, but it's hard to tell.

    Hoddle's leather soles felt the wet marble floor, and laughed and scolded: "Damn the weather in London."

    But maybe fate has given a hint. For example, Hoddle sang "Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You" to Sylvia. But what Sylvia sang to him was "Farewell".

    The stories of them and the Phantom may not be the same, but the same thing.

    "If only I could go with you."

    How nice would it be to travel around the world with Sylvia?

    How good is Hoddle long overdue.

    The Moon and Sixpence says that if you only want the moon, you will starve to death; if you only want sixpence, then you will live a vulgar life; if you want to grasp the moon and sixpence in both hands, Then you will be caught in such a predicament - you can't reach the moon, and sixpence is too little for you.

    Sometimes I have to admit that Sylvia is really good, right?

    Hoddle raised his head and glanced at the moon in the sky, stretched out his hand and pointed fiercely.

    I'd like to see if the ear will be cut off.

    He smiled and yawned.

    So sleepy, I went back to sleep.

    The author has something to say:

    Xiao Huo's personal story.

    I won't say much, I will write it in the text. There are quite a few stalks of the two of them in this chapter. In fact, I think it is not easy for a person to feel joy when thinking about the past.

    I don't write a parallel episode of Horsey together, because I don't think there is any situation for them to come together. And that's like it's really a chance for Fred to be with Seale. No! family! Absolutely not! With Fred, and George, Hoddle wasn't even Searle's best friend. And with Searle's character, what he needs is a hug that he can rely on at any time. Huo Xi is very sweet, of course, very sweet and easy to knock. I also feel that Xiao Huo's lovelorn is very bitter when I write and write it myself. But that's how it feels! Unreasonable! There is no if!

    If Xiao Huo went back to the past, stopped scolding Sear, and treated her gently, would it be possible for them? If he doesn't go and he stays in the UK, won't Fred catch Searle?

    Anyway, let’s talk about be aesthetics, thank you for liking Xiao Huo!