HP Dear Miss Freak

    "Sylvia looks gorgeous through the little bluebell-colored bubbles."

    "Ow!"

    Sylvia plucked out one of the books with all her strength on the library shelf. Unexpectedly, the evil recoil not only made the spine of the book hit her forehead, but also made her fall to the ground without standing, and even knocked two chairs apart.

    "Good to meet you, Miss Tonks."

    A pair of long straight legs appeared in Sylvia's field of vision, and the suit trousers made the legs straighter and thinner. Looking further up is the slender waist hidden under the shirt, Ravenclaw's tie and badge, and the jawline that makes the heart skip a beat.

    "It's great to meet you, Mr. Waughlin." Sylvia propped herself up and frowned, clutching the back of her head that had just been hit hard.

    "Your book." Hoddle said and handed Sylvia the book that fell to the side.

    "Thank you." Sylvia smiled and took the book.

    "This is something you can't understand now." Hoddle pointed to the "Potion Selection and Essays" in Sylvia's hand.

    "I'll just take a look." Sylvia said, looking at the other books on the shelf.

    "In my field, you'd better listen to me." Hoddle put on a domineering look, "Isn't it more efficient? Or is Miss Tonks a waste of time?"

    "Go ahead." Sylvia looked at Hoddle and said, "If you want to say that nothing I can see can save my potion, it will be a waste of time."

    Hoddle smiled lightly, and with his slender index finger, he pulled down a thin hardcover book from the bookshelf and took it into his hand. He opened it and flipped through it, raised his eyebrows as if to confirm that it was this book, and then handed it over to Sylvia.

    "This is a little bit more detailed and simpler," Hoddle explained.

    "Do you know how to make a Visibility Potion?" Sylvia looked at him, "Oh sure. Can you teach me?"

    "What's in it for me?" Hoddle said casually, looking at the entire shelf of potions books with interest, and picked one out and flipped through it in his hand.

    "You're not good, it's up to you to help me or not. If you don't help me, I'll find someone else." Sylvia shrugged carelessly and put the original book back on the shelf. Start reading this thin book.

    "As long as you solve all those basic minor problems, everything is easy." Hoddle tapped the page with his knuckles, and then closed the book, as if he had decided that this was the way to go. Book.

    "I see." Sylvia also closed the book, "Thank you."

    "What? Take my advice and start to like reading at night?" Hoddle laughed.

    "Did you see me at the Astronomy Tower?" Sylvia looked at Hoddle sharply, "There was no curfew at that time, you can't report me."

    "Who has nothing to do to report you?" Hoddle said, tucked the book under his arm, put his hands in his pockets, and walked away, "It's just that you took up my usual time to read before curfew. s position."

    "Where is your territory?" Sylvia rolled her eyes and walked out, "I don't mind you reading books too."

    "But I do mind." Hoddle turned his head and glanced at her, "I just like being alone."

    "Who cares what you like? If you have the ability, you can set a spell to prevent me from entering." Sylvia preemptively asked Mrs. Pins to register the books and walked out of the library.

    Since the Quidditch training, Sylvia and their trio have less frequent night tours. The intensity of the training was really great, and every time Sylvia was over, she just wanted to fall asleep. Angelina and Arya often lamented that Quidditch could take away all of Searle's energy. Moreover, she has been a bit too diligent recently, and the pressure of schoolwork has also caused her to reduce the number of night tours.

    "Guess what we found?"

    "You never expected this time."

    Fred and George sat next to Sylvia and said that they were both waiting to copy the homework of the history of magic.

    "Since I can't think of it, just say it." Sylvia handed the parchment to Fred, who immediately took it and quickly copied it.

    "Forbidden Forest!" Fred said while copying his homework.

    "We found a secret passage to the Forbidden Forest!" George added excitedly on the other side.

    "Really?" Sylvia was interested.

    "Come on! Let's go tonight." Fred handed the parchment to George, who was copying his homework faster and faster.

    "You haven't forgotten your birthday tomorrow, right? There are still three hours." George said and took the parchment, but when he saw Sylvia's surprised eyes, he really regretted his advance said.

    "Tomorrow is my birthday." Sylvia realized it again.

    "Is your brain broken?" Fred tapped Sylvia's forehead with his knuckles, "Look, you've been reading stupidly these days."

    "You will become like Percy again, let's go!" George said and pulled Sylvia to stand up, Fred quickly pulled Sylvia One arm walked towards the lounge door.

      Fred and George seemed to have walked by several times, the former holding Sylvia's wrist and the latter looking at the Marauder's map. Occasionally encountered several prefects, they did not rush to show a confident look.

    It's not very far from Gryffindor Tower, of course, because they walk through many lesser-known corridors. Sylvia didn't even know that there was still a whole corridor of oil paintings. It's basically still lifes and landscapes, presumably because there's a large window at the end of the corridor, and no portraits would like to live there. When she first turned in, Sylvia almost thought she was hit by some powerful fluorescent flashing spell.

    "Come here." Fred made a silent motion and pulled Sylvia to a portrait. There is a broken lantern on the painting, and a withered dried flower.

    "We overheard a portrait by chance." George whispered, holding on to the frame. He found an angle, and with a click, the frame was pulled open like a door. It can be seen that there is a long staircase inside, leading to the end of the five fingers.

    "Fluorescent flashes." Fred lit his wand and pulled Sylvia inside. After George was in charge of the break, he made almost no sound as he closed the frame.

    “How many times have you been there?” Sylvia was a little disturbed. She couldn't say why, but she always felt gloomy here. The steps under her feet were also not the same height, one deep and one shallow, so she had to keep an eye on her feet at all times, even though Fred and George kept pulling on her wrists to keep her from falling. Even they were so careful, making Sylvia even more worried.

    "Twice, the first time with Lee." Fred replied.

    "We were there again the day before yesterday," explained George.

    Finally at the end, George took Fred's wand and raised it above his head. Fred shoved the wooden board above, and Sylvia instantly felt a chill swept through her body. When I looked up, I saw towering trees, and the rustling sound of the strange wind blowing through the treetops.

    Damn it, it's scary too!

    Sylvia followed them both to the ground, looking around, she seemed to understand why Draco shivered when he entered the Forbidden Forest. As if a strong air pressure hit her, an inexplicable sense of fear arose spontaneously.

    "Look!" Fred pointed his wand to the ground, where there was a large patch of hemlock. Sylvia moved closer to him, and in the direction the wand moved, there was a bubble stem not far away.

    "Have you found a new supply base?" Sylvia laughed.

    "It's not the way to steal Snape all the time." George said with a smile, "Look there, there's a black head."

    I finally know where the research materials for both of you come from.

    "The Forbidden Forest is really a good place." Sylvia said and lit her wand. They stepped on the dead leaves on the ground all the way, making exciting noises. The little moonlight seemed to pave a path for them, and they always felt that the atmosphere was much calmer than before. Sylvia always felt that something was guiding her.

    The Forbidden Forest is magical.

    She was clearly aware of this.

    What is that?

    Sylvia saw a silver-white figure. It was a slender white horse with a silver mane gleaming in the moonlight. It wasn't until Sylvia saw the sharp, spiral-shaped horns on its forehead through the moonlight that she realized it was a unicorn.

    Merlin's beard! I won't have all the luck in my life here, will I? The first time I came to the Forbidden Forest, I met a unicorn!

    "Merlin's boxers." Fred's eyes widened.

    "Merlin's broken socks." George's eyes widened.

    "Make sure, this won't be a gift from you, right?" Sylvia covered her mouth and whispered, for fear of scaring the unicorn, "I want to go and have a look. "

    "Come on." Fred pushed her, Sylvia staggered forward, and the unicorn turned to look over. With one person and one beast looking at each other like this, the atmosphere seemed a little awkward.

    I don't take advantage of it, you idiot!

    Upholding this concept, Sylvia slowly approached the unicorn. She remembered that the unicorn liked women, so she dared to stroke its back lightly. Is this the breathtaking beauty? The unicorn didn't hide either, letting Sylvia touch it lightly. Sylvia didn't even dare to breathe, and every move was cautious, for fear of disturbing this beautiful life.

    At this moment, some small bluebell-colored bubbles burst into Sylvia's sight. They fell slowly, and the air smelled of Buffalo Bubble Gum. Those bubbles revolved around Sylvia as agreed, and the number kept increasing. The faint light of the bubbles, like little stars, lit up the forbidden forest in the dark night. Sylvia felt her calm heart rippling again, bringing bursts of joyful throbbing.

    Sylvia extinguished the light of her wand and let herself be surrounded by the shimmer of bubbles. She looked back at Fred and George, who were looking at her smugly, as if ready for a compliment.

    "Happy Birthday! Searle!"

    Fred and George laughed in unison.

    "Thank you."

    Sylvia said softly. A bubble touched the horn of the unicorn, and at the moment of breaking, a fresh sweetness hit the face. She seemed to be suddenly interested, and burst the bubbles with her fingers. The surrounding air was already sweet enough to kill, but Sylvia couldn't get enough of it.

    This is the Bubble Meteor shower that Fred and George gave her.

    If possible, I wish Fred and George would always be by my side.

    Are you too greedy? Sylvia thought. I don't care, it's my birthday today, I have the final say.

    "Awesome, right? We made it out of Bubble Gum." Fred laughed with his hands on his hips.

    "We call it Weasley's Magic Bubble Rain." George waved the small bottle in his hand triumphantly.

    "I thought you were inspired by bubble water." Sylvia laughed.

    "What's that?" Fred frowned. Does their trick already have a similar product?

    "You won't tell us that Muggles have the same thing?" George said incredulously.

    "No, you are unique." Sylvia burst the last bubble, closed her eyes and greedily enjoyed the greasy sweetness in the air, "I really like it ."

    How could they think of such a romantic trick? Two twelve-year-old boys who know tricks all day? Sylvia may have underestimated the creativity of the two of them.

    To be honest, the scene just now made her very emotional. What an ordinary girl she is, but let two boys create a beautiful dream for her.

    Unicorns and Bubble Rain.

    And what makes her most happy is that this is not a dream.

    Merlin's beard! I really look like a little princess, and my two red-haired knights will build the surest walls for my pleasure.

    Sylvia looked at Fred and George and laughed.

    A little romance created by the boy inadvertently when he was a child brought the deepest echo to the clear heart of the girl.

    Fate is often like this, full of surprises and surprises.

    The author has something to say:

    It's my most anticipated birthday time of every school year!

    Although the first grade rolled over, the second grade was immediately touching! Here, I can tell you in advance that in the next year, I will follow the number of ways to be moved every year, hahahaha! Pretty regular! (Rollovers can be hilarious too! I must make Searle happy every year on her birthday!)

    It's so happy to have twins growing up with you woo woo woo! But our little Sil she deserves it! ! She deserves to be loved and loved! !

    Her destiny will be full of surprises and surprises because of the twins

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