HP Dear Miss Freak

    "How much do you know about Albus Dumbledore?"

    "You look preoccupied, girl. Did I not entertain you?"

    "Oh! No! Of course not! Mr. Dumbledore!"

    Sylvia came back to her senses, she was just staring at the butterbeer in front of her, but she was thinking all about Draco's stinging words.

    She's been contacting Draco with coins all this time, even though she doesn't know what she can explain. For this young master, this is a big deception, right? And this feeling kept tormenting Sylvia, after all, it was rare for Draco to trust someone like that, right?

    Until the end, Draco just replied that everything went well with him, and I hope Sylvia goes well too.

    "Do you know that your beloved principal and my brother?" Aberforth did not warmly entertain Sylvia, who suddenly visited, and saw that she was uneasy. more irritable. He refills her Butterbeer at will, like a homeless man.

    "I didn't know before. But now I probably know almost." Sylvia replied.

    "Did you read Dorje's obituary?" Aberforth snorted, "Or Rita Skeeter?"

    The pig's head bar is not open, there are only two of them, one old and one young.

    "Yes." Sylvia nodded, "It's said that the two of you have a bad relationship. But at such a critical juncture, you still have contact, right?"

    "That's because he was dying, so he remembered me." Aberforth said angrily, "I think he thinks that time is running out, and someone has to help him. with you kids."

    "We can't promise to save him yet." Sylvia sighed, "He's been affected by the curse too much, and Snape has been helping him delay his illness. But I was terrified that day too, I didn't expect it to be like that."

    Aberforth sneered: "Isn't it because you swore to him that you would be able to save him?"

    "Here's the address there. As Professor Dumbledore wants you to be the keeper." Sylvia handed Aberforth a written note." Norman and I can't keep an eye on him if you..."

    "Now you want to understand why he wants us to know each other?" Aberforth snapped, "Let me take care of him! Ha!"

    "I don't want to offend you, Mr. Dumbledore, and I don't dare to say what I can think of your direct dispute." Sylvia whispered, "but I guess ...maybe...you can talk...it should be able to unravel a little...maybe..."

    "You don't understand that some things can never be turned over." He said, turning to face the young girl in the frame.

    "Some scars take a lifetime to heal, but it doesn't help." Sylvia said, "Some faults, some regrets, bear the burden of life and can't let go to the end. But all we can do is cherish it. Right now, isn't it?"

    Aberforth did not speak or look at her.

    "If you can forgive the past and untie a little knot with him, it may be a great consolation for both of you." Sylvia continued tentatively.

    "Huh? You agree that it would be your wise principal who did something wrong?" Aberforth smiled unexpectedly.

    "If -" Sylvia took a deep breath, "If it was someone else's fault, Professor Dumbledore must have a good way to unravel this. But if there is anything It can make him shut up and bury it in his heart. Then I think it may be his guilt."

    "This is my sister, Ariana." Aberforth gestured to the portrait in front of him, "There is a secret passage to Hogwarts here."

    "Understood." Sylvia nodded. She didn't dare to look at the girl in the portrait, just like she didn't dare to face Regulus.

    "If I'm not mistaken, Britain is going to change." He said and looked out the window, although it was covered with a thick layer of dust, and he couldn't see anything at all. But the sky outside was not satisfactory. "Did you see it when you came? Many shops are closed."

    "I see." Sylvia nodded obediently, "Did the same situation happen here more than ten years ago?"

    "Hogsmeade?" Aberforth shook his head, "Little girl, you better be prepared, the next thing you will face may be much darker than you think. ."

    Darker than ever, right?

    On a free day, Sylvia Apparated to her secret base.

    "What did you do? Norman? Is this an oven?" Sylvia was enveloped in a strong warmth as soon as she landed, but she soon followed. I swallowed what I wanted to say.

    The wise headmaster his brother said was sleeping.

    "The oven? You didn't do this?" Norman looked over, flipping the book in his hand.

    "What's the matter?" Sylvia lowered her voice, came to the bed and sat down, "Why isn't Dumbledore awake yet?"

    "You can't imagine how long it's been." Norman shook his head, "You didn't do this? Wasn't it the constant temperature spell you used? Wasn't it the food you brought?"

    "Oh." Sylvia realized it was Fred, "How long?"

    "It's been a few days." Norman closed the book, "Sleeping is a good thing in a sense, it slows down energy consumption. But it also means that we're running out of time. "

    "They all thought Dumbledore was dead." Sylvia said and completed the magic circle they had drawn.

      ."

    "I just realized where the pain is." She said without thinking, but fortunately Norman is not a character who likes to get to the bottom of things.

    "Look, Phoenix." Norman said, pointing to a large pillow on one side, with a cute chick on it, "From Aberforth."

    "Fox." Sylvia smiled softly, "I'm so sorry for making you suffer that."

    The reborn phoenix and its master are in a deep sleep.

    "I thought of this way, or once I went to the Ravenclaw lounge to find your cousin, and the question gate asked me about Nirvana Rebirth." Sylvia is in emotion.

    She remembers what she said.

    To die.

    It is better to say than to do.

    Sylvia remembers the sadness she felt when she read about Dumbledore's fall from the tower and the elegy of the Phoenix. But more out of mourning for the great wizard. It was not until she was in it that she really felt how heavy her mentor was to her.

    And I promised him.

    Yeah?

    She always said "don't worry about anything when Dumbledore is there", but she really got into it and really understood the meaning of this sentence.

    "Have you seen the funny nonsense that Skeeter said?" Norman broke the silence.

    "You don't think that's true?" Sylvia asked rhetorically.

    "Do you think that's true?" Norman asked back, "Do you really think he had a bad past?"

    "Who wasn't a fool when he was young?" Sylvia laughed.

    "I don't think that unscrupulous reporter can write something." Norman sneered, and waved his wand to mobilize his Philosopher's Stone, "I hope to be able to get from a mouth full of lies What did she hear? And the dead are first, what did she think she was doing?"

    I have to say, this sentence made Sylvia look at Norman a little differently. This guy is quite honest in a sense.

    Failed.

    The magic stone fell back to the ground.

    Norman tutted angrily.

    “How is he?” Sylvia asked bluntly.

    "Two months...successful." As soon as Norman said this, the warm room suddenly felt a chill.

    Sylvia was also silent.

    "Leave this to me. Don't worry." Norman sighed. "Whether it's the Ministry of Magic or the Order of the Phoenix, it's hard for you to get out. It's more convenient for me."

    "Don't push yourself too hard..." Sylvia knew this was no consolation.

    "Do you think..." Norman hesitated, thinking for a while before saying, "I promised you a decent promise at first, and now it is..."

    "What are you kidding? I never thought it was easy." Sylvia laughed, "And without you, I can't do anything. "

    "It's a bit different from what I imagined." Norman held the stone in his hand. "I don't know how to drive it."

    "I really appreciate you." Sylvia said solemnly, "You don't need to go into this muddy water."

    "You know why I'm here." Norman gave her a smile.

    "In your country, do you respect him too?" Sylvia nodded heavily.

    "It doesn't matter nationality. He's still your Englishman, but how many of you are looking forward to reading about Dumbledore's dreadful past from Skeeter? Even in your heart Curious too?" Norman sneered.

    "You know what? I've read the obituary, and I've seen Rita Skeeter's fascinating statement. It makes me respect him even more." Sylvia said, He waved his wand and arranged the appearance of the old man.

    "What do you mean?"

    "Our little wizards in England have known Dumbledore since he collected chocolate frog cards. I can't help but recite the above content. In 1945, I defeated the dark wizard Grindelwald and discovered dragon blood. Twelve uses of , and great alchemy with his partner Nicole Lemay... He is the greatest wizard in our mouths." Sylvia explained, "But this wise man seems to be far away from me."

    Norman listened carefully as he recorded another failure.

    "Then I enrolled, and he was my principal. But there was no opportunity to communicate except to meet every day in the auditorium from a distance. I was even afraid of him at first." Sylvia Said and shook his head, "I always felt that I couldn't tell a lie in front of him. His blue eyes stared at me, and I was inexplicably frightened."

    "Are you afraid of him? Are you afraid of the professor?" Norman was clearly interested.

    "We got acquainted later, and I found that he was an amiable old man." Sylvia smiled and her nose was sore, "We seem to have forgotten that he is just an old man, he likes Eating sweets, listening to jokes, and watching the happy students.”

    Norman was silent, just staring at her.

    "I don't know what happened to him in his life. But I understood very early that he is just an ordinary person." Sylvia said softly, put away her wand, "He's made mistakes like us, he's been impulsive, he's got secrets, and he's soft under power. Isn't that bad?"

    Norman did not answer.

    "This makes me love him even more." Sylvia raised her chin, "I want to save him, not for him to defeat Voldemort. I just want to wait for him to retire in peace, I had a chance to visit him with a big box of chocolates.

    "It will come true." Norman said reassuringly, standing up, "Come on, let's go back."

    "Do you think we should ask your cousin how? Woah!" Sylvia had just finished speaking, and was pulled out of the room by Norman, outside the spell Apparated to Twelve Grimmauld Place, just in time to see Hoddle sitting on the sofa.

    "Ask me what?" Hoddle wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.

    "Ask you what we have for dinner. Searle will cook." Norman said with a big smile, sat down beside Hoddle, and took the last little mousse cake.

    "Are you busy lately?" Hoddle ignored Norman and looked at Sylvia.

    "I came back from get off work normally." Sylvia said and poured herself a cup of coffee.

    "I mean—" he threw the newspaper on the side to Sylvia, "there's been a lot of Death Eaters lately, but you haven't been caught working overtime. Is the Ministry of Magic fast? Can't you?"

    "Don't mention it." Sylvia waved her hand, "Dumbledore's affairs are a major blow to the Ministry of Magic. I go to work every day with a feeling that the sky has fallen. As for what you said, you may not know how hard it is for the two newcomers, Leoni and I, to file every day."

    "I think—it's going to die." Hoddle said firmly, "I talked to Sirius, and the situation now is even more out of control than it was back then."

    "Welcome to St. Mungo's." Norman raised his hand to speak, "I'm going to work overtime at nine o'clock later."

    "I think your Auror is almost ready." Hoddle snapped his fingers, "Are you almost out?"

    "You want me to resign?" Sylvia seemed to hear some big joke.

    "After these few days of meetings of the Order of the Phoenix, you should also know that the Death Eaters are slowly invading the Ministry of Magic." Hoddle frowned.

    “There are also a lot of information I disclosed.” Sylvia said disapprovingly.

    "Aren't you going to quit before they catch you?"

    "Listen to me." Sylvia reached out and interrupted Hoddle, "If I leave, what does it mean?"

    "Although there is no explicit statement, no matter who knows that Seale is on the side of the Death Eaters." Norman continued, "She is still a warrior. Dumbledore Lido's gone and everyone's hope is in Harry, but Searle has the same symbol."

    "And we are Aurors." Sylvia said sternly, "If we all back down, who will stand? Besides, if the day comes that the Death Eaters control the Ministry of Magic, In the entire Ministry of Magic, only our Aurors can act as a check and balance force. Therefore, the Aurors must not fall."

    "It's great, it seems that I don't have a big picture." Hoddle annoys them both out of breath.

    "And we have people at the Ministry. Kingsley is going to protect the Prime Minister, and Dora is getting married again." Sylvia tapped the ceramic cup with her fingertips. There, make sure our people are safe."

    "Searle's husband is there." Norman said with a smile.

    "Think about it for yourself." Hoddle stood up. "My suggestion is to resign and devote yourself to the Order of the Phoenix."

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    "Smart." Hoddle said sarcastically and left the living room.

    "They dare not touch you." Norman said, "You are so famous, it's not easy to find fault with you. And like you said, they dare not touch you. The Auror Department, at least in a short time, they won't be able to take it. But..." His face sank, "If the situation really takes a turn for the worse, I think you should have a way to get out."

    "I understand." Sylvia scratched the back of her head, "The best thing about this Hoddle Waughlin is that he can really move me. I did hesitate."

    "But the Order of the Phoenix does need you at the Ministry of Magic." Norman shrugged. "The Auror Ministry has too much information to handle."

    "If I resign, at least concentrate on solving the curse?" Sylvia looked at him.

    "..." Norman was silent for a while, then sighed, "I made a promise at first, but it didn't work out, I'm sorry..."

    "It's alright," Sylvia said lightly, "We'll do it."

    Portable potions studied by Hoddle have been distributed to everyone in the Order of the Phoenix, including potions for quick healing, stamina, and more.

    "He always seems to be very sensible, doesn't he?" Sylvia knew that Hoddle was caring about her that she talked so much to herself.

    "You better not resign." Norman's eyes moved away unnaturally, "Diarra is still there. Isn't it?"

    Sylvia rolled her eyes and smiled.

    The author has something to say:

    This chapter begins the story of Deathly Hallows. The original is very long, but I think it should be over in two months.

    It's going to be a wonderful year, all the bad guys will be rescued, and all the damned guys will die ugly.

    Hoddle was first set up to save lives. He and Norman will play important roles in the future. Of course, Fred and Searle will also have a lot of highlights.

    I didn't expect to be here today. I finished watching Fantastic Beasts 3 yesterday, and it's okay. I'm afraid there will be some plot that will make me ooc here hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 15 bottles of cheesecake and milkshake; did the president praise me today, 10 bottles of Lanxi;

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