HP Dear Miss Freak

    "There are people who are born to belong to the sky."

    In the summer of cicadas, the creaking of the fan is the best lullaby for Sylvia, it easily reminds her of her childhood days in the country.

    In other words, sleep well.

    And the British summer is not hot at all.

    But in Dora's words, it's easier to find the factors that make Sylvia sleep better than to eat lemon sorbet in the auditorium.

    When summer vacation arrives, for Sylvia, two in the morning is the end of the day, and twelve noon is the beginning of the day. Only after Andromeda's harsh criticism did Sylvia promise to get up for breakfast. As for whether you will fall back to sleep after eating, it is hard to say.

    The most incredible thing for Dora is that as long as she goes out to play, Sylvia can get up early, and she is full of energy and radiant.

    "You're not sleepwalking, are you? It's only seven o'clock." Dora sat at the dining table and stared at the omelette in the well-dressed Sylvia's mouth, forgetting to chew.

    "Yes! My good sister! I'll be back sleepwalking at about six o'clock in the afternoon, don't worry too much about me." Sylvia said briskly, her long hair tied into double ponytails , trembled while walking.

    "Are you going out today?" Andromeda said, serving milk for her little daughter.

    "I'm running out of time, Mom." Sylvia took the glass and took a sip, picked up a bun and put it in her mouth.

    "Why didn't the two Weasley boys come to pick you up at our house? Not a gentleman at all." Dora said, tearing off a small piece of the bun in her hand and stuffing it into her mouth .

    "I'm going to take them to the amusement park, today is my home." Sylvia raised her eyebrows and said with a smile. She quickly put on her sneakers and waved goodbye to her mother and sister.

    "Come back early! Be careful!" Andromeda smiled and watched Sylvia rush out of the house.

    "Got it! Mom! Love you!" Sylvia's voice came to an abrupt end with the sound of the door closing.

    Fred and George showed up at the door of the Leaky Cauldron on time. Sylvia asked them both to come over from Diagon Alley, and she saw them both, but instead of greeting them, she sneaked over to startle them.

    "Ha!"

    Fred and George turned sharply, and Sylvia was so frightened that she took a step back.

    "Your disguise sucks! Man!" Fred laughed.

    "We can even hear where you go." George said with a smug look.

    "Look at your feet, boys." Sylvia folded her arms and looked like she had succeeded.

    Fred and George looked down, and Sylvia burst into laughter.

    "I lied to you!" She laughed wildly, completely ignoring the eyes of passersby.

    "It's ugly to laugh." Fred showed a look of disgust, "Are you trying to let everyone see your ugly teeth?"

    "Why are my teeth ugly? Look at my little tiger teeth." Sylvia pointed to her own little tiger teeth. The teeth between her front teeth and the tiger teeth are slightly concave, and the tiger teeth are especially obvious when she smiles.

    "And with such a stupid hairstyle." George pulled one of her braids and shook it.

    "It's a double ponytail! What do you know?" Sylvia pulled the braid back angrily.

    "Are you pretending to be a rabbit?" Fred laughed suddenly, "Are your front teeth bigger? Syl."

    "How does this look like a rabbit? A lop-eared rabbit?" Sylvia's eyes widened.

    "You said it yourself, MissBunny." Fred pulled up her other braid and shook it.

    "Babbitty the Rabbit? You know, Babbitty and the Stump." George laughed on the side.

    "Then "The Story of Bedouin the Poet" has to ask me for the copyright fee." Sylvia didn't care, and laughed.

    "Speaking of which you are not tall." George gestured at their height difference, "Ginny will be as tall as you."

    "Do you still want to play?" Sylvia rolled her eyes.

    "Let's go! LeaderBunny!" Fred cheered. Sylvia frowned and glared at him, pulling the braid back.

    This was the first time Fred and George took the bus. Although not as exciting as the Knight Bus, it was enough to satisfy the curiosity of the two of them. They were both amazed by the scenery along the way, whether it was tourists in Union Jack hats or royal guards on high horses. When they reached their destination, the two of them really couldn't take their eyes off of them.

    Of course, Sylvia had expected the two of them to love amusement parks.

    "I love you so much! Dude!" Fred grabbed Sylvia's shoulder.

    "You really want to invite us to play?" George widened his eyes and took the ticket handed by Sylvia.

    "This is the ticket that my dad got. The present I want to give you is bungee jumping, you will love it." Sylvia blinked and walked into the park with ease. Fred and George quickly followed in her footsteps.

    Maybe amusement parks are less attractive to wizards. For example, the roller coaster is not as exciting as Fred and George's sweeping, and the initiative is still in his hands while riding a broom, and there will be no pressure to peel off his head and body. For example, the three of them got off the pirate ship with a calm look on their faces, and they all felt a little boring in their hearts. Another example is that Sylvia went to great lengths to pull Fred and George out of the haunted house, lest they harass the staff.

    But the ice cream is delicious, and Sylvia would be in a better mood if the ice cream **** hadn't fallen to the ground, and if Fred and George hadn't been laughing on the side, she'd be in a better mood The mood will be better.

    "You said bungee jumping is best really interesting." Fred looked at Sylvia and licked a big mouthful of ice cream provocatively.

    "You better not tell me that you want to play a second time." Sylvia raised her eyebrows and said.

    Sylvia found it funny to watch others bungee jumping. It's like the three of them are standing under the bungee jumping project right now, watching a guy scream and fall from above. The funniest thing is that he was pulled by the rope and bounced back and forth a few times, finally showing a state of hanging.

    I'm sure she's scared.

    Sylvia thought regretfully. And it looked so unappealing, Fred and George kept laughing.

    "Dora and I come to play basically once a year." Sylvia said as they rode up the elevator, "It's a dive that broomsticks can't reach, friends. ."

    "Is this the elevator?" Fred leaned on the glass window excitedly and looked out.

    "We can tell Dad and let him install one in our house." George was also very excited.

    "Mrs. Molly will not agree, George." Sylvia said helplessly, and George immediately stopped smiling.

    "We must install one in our house in the future, George." Fred seemed to make up his mind.

    "Good idea! Fred." George's eyes lit up and he slapped Fred.

    Sylvia looked at the boys lying on the glass window and laughed softly.

    Fred and George never thought of leaving each other, and their dreams were both duplicated.

    No matter what, George will always be with Fred. Sylvia remembered Fred telling her this.

      run before.

    When she put on the protective gear and wanted to jump down first, Fredra grabbed her neckline and pulled her back.

    "Let me come first, Bunny." Fred said, walking forward and asking the staff to hook the rope around his protective gear.

    "Why did you start calling me Bunny?" Sylvia muttered. George put his shoulders on her, ready to watch his brother perform well.

    Fred jumped without hesitation, laughing at the other end of the rope to the cheers of Xing Yingyun.

    "I don't know, I thought he was singing." Sylvia laughed, how could his cheers be so melodious?

    Fred was still hanging from the ropes and swaying. He was cheering with arms raised until the staff pulled him up.

    "I want to play again!" Fred said, and Sylvia gave him a wide eye.

    "It's my turn!" George and Fred clapped their hands, tied the ropes and fell with open arms.

    "Fantastic!" Fred punched in the air excitedly.

    "I didn't lie to you, right?" Sylvia raised her eyebrows, "It's fun for you to follow me."

    "How about you give us this gift every year from now on?" Fred was still in a state of excitement.

    "That's not my style, I'll definitely show you something different every year."

    Not long after, George also returned to the high platform.

    "It couldn't be cooler!" George and Fred and Sylvia gave each other a high five.

    "It's your turn, Bunny." Fred patted Sylvia on the shoulder.

    "Searle's screams are estimated to shatter the high platform." George laughed.

    "I don't have that loud voice! Thank you!" Sylvia stared and said that the staff had helped her fasten the rope.

    "Should I shout something?" she asked back as she grabbed the railing and was about to jump down.

    "What?" Fred and George both put their heads together.

    "TripleTroubleiscoming!"

    Sylvia likes the strong weightlessness. The feeling of adrenaline rushing, the feeling of blood rushing to the forehead, the feeling of emptying yourself, and the feeling of embracing the unknown recklessly.

    She opened her eyes as she felt the rope hook her. Looking around, it is the sky dyed red by twilight.

    The rope was pulled up little by little, and Sylvia stood back on the high platform. She hugged the two boys excitedly, and the three of them laughed together.

    Everything without words can be exchanged for everything with laughter.

    "Let's take a photo together!" Sylvia took a camera out of her satchel as they returned to land.

    "Okay!" the boys agreed with a smile.

    Sylvia secretly planned that the three of them would take a group photo every summer vacation. When they came of age on their birthdays, they had another big surprise, and they were moved to tears.

    After she sent Fred and George back to the door of the Leaky Cauldron, she ran to the photo studio non-stop to take pictures.

    Sylvia always believes that every photo is a happy specimen.

    Sylvia in the photo is standing in the middle, putting on the shoulders of the two boys, wearing a plush bunny ear headband that Fred strongly requested to buy, and smiling wildly . Fred made a face, and George laughed with his head held high.

    The visible potion dripped on the photo, and Sylvia was slightly touched. No longer the meaning in the metaphor, this group photo has become a living memory.

    This is the magic of magic.

    Sylvia thought, picking up the photo and couldn't take her eyes away happily.

    Later the amusement park sent Sylvia pictures of the three of them when they were bungee jumping. She went to the photo studio to develop the pictures into three copies, and bought three large albums by the way. .

    Gryffindor lion cubs live in the towers of Hogwarts. Perhaps because they were born fearless and yearned for the distance. Perhaps because they belong to the sky and are born to the sun.

    At least three of them.

    Sylvia looked at their tacit movements in the photo, smiled and dripped the Visibility Potion.

    The author has something to say:

    First grade summer begins! The kids can finally go out and play!

    Congratulations to Searle for getting Fred's new nickname!

    I don't know if you think it, but I think the nickname Bunny is so cute! Cute little bunny Syl! ! I don't think there is any internal taste after writing it in Chinese, so I always use the form of Bunny hahaha

    I think you all like to watch the plots of the three children playing in various ways like me hahahaha! I will make more arrangements! Cookies will also be arranged one after another! Every day I look forward to the children growing up quickly (not hahahahaha

    Let me comment if you have anything to talk about! Every time I see a friend almost guessing the follow-up, I get excited hahahaha! But I think there will be a lot of surprises in the plot hhhhh