HP Dear Miss Freak

    "Sylvia doesn't know if she's smart."

    Sylvia has been particularly afraid of the cold since she was a child. In winter, her hands freeze like two large ice cubes. Even in the Gryffindor lounge she had to curl up in a blanket by the fireplace and form a ball to keep herself warm. And the Quidditch training in the winter can almost cost her half of her life, not to mention the serious Quidditch match she has to face next.

    Perhaps it was because Sylvia knew what the best Gryffindor team would look like in the future, so she didn't have any expectations for herself. The intensity of training these days has really overwhelmed her. Running 800 meters back then wasn't so painful, was it?

    "Actually, I think you played very well." Fred said while nibbling at Sylvia.

    "Swallow and talk, Fred." Sylvia didn't like his habit very much, she felt that the crumbs in his mouth were about to spray on her.

    "But your stamina is too bad." George added on the side, "Yesterday, Oliver missed the three **** in front of you. But you lost the energy later, and the ball played well. Balloons."

    "I know." Sylvia poked the bun in front of her with a fork, "But I'm really not strong enough."

    "You know how much we want to play with you." Fred patted Sylvia on the shoulder.

    "But it turns out Angie is playing better than you." George said, "You won't be upset if I say that?"

    "Are you two too nervous to play so you keep talking to me?" Sylvia laughed, the two of them shut up instantly and continued to eat the bread in their hands. They were inspiring Sylvia, but they themselves needed inspiration. This is their first game.

    "As I said last year, Angie flies very well. I dare say she is definitely a Gryffindor Treasure Chaser." Sylvia patted the two of them on the shoulder to comfort "I dare say, Gryffindor will never find a better batsman than the two of you."

    After all, with you, Gryffindor has four Bludgers.

    "I know you are the most interesting! Bunny." Fred laughed lightly.

    "Come on, let's go to the court together." George also relaxed a little and put on Sylvia's shoulder.

    Today's wind is not very strong, Sylvia even wanted to stay in the team lounge like this and not go out. Hufflepuffs are already under a lot of pressure with a Dora, not to mention they have a great Seeker, Cedric. But she also believed very much that Gryffindor's starters could win this game, and Charlie was still there, so there was no need to worry, right?

    Oh, no.

    Just as Sylvia was watching the intense game and Arya was amazed, Angelina was hit by a Bludger and fell down. Fred and George smashed their sticks into the air in frustration, Charlie hurriedly stopped the game, and the rest of the team landed next to Angelina.

    "Sylvia! Arya! You two see who's on the court." Charlie returned to the team lounge and looked at the two young alternates in front of him. Amazingly, they both said each other's names at the same time.

    "Sylvia."

    "Alia."

    "What are you two being humble about each other at this time?" Angelina leaned on the sofa chair to one side and looked at her two friends, feeling a little amused.

    "Sylvia!" Fred yelled inside.

    "Alia is better than me in every way. You know, Charlie." Sylvia looked at Charlie and said seriously. No matter what you think, you should choose Arya, right? She will be an official contestant next year!

    "But this kind of score, we need you to be surprised." Arya said and put her arms around Sylvia's shoulders, "and your sister is on the opposite side."

    "Sylvia Tonks!" Fred stared at Sylvia, he couldn't stand her sudden retreat.

    "I see." Sylvia said, picking up the broom and walking onto the field. Following Mrs. Hodge's whistle, she stepped on the broom and rose into the air.

    Re-serve, Sylvia almost reflexively charged for the Quaffle. But at the moment when her fingertips touched it, Dora had already controlled the sphere in a wider range, and grabbed it into her arms. Before the sigh sounded, Sylvia backhanded the ball from Dora's hand. But before she could catch the ball, Dora took a small dive and caught it again. Sylvia was in hot pursuit, and Dora dodged one of her dives and took her arm and rolled over together.

    A series of moving movements made the scene stand still, even Li's explanation stopped. He was taken aback by the scene in front of him, and he couldn't even find a suitable explanation for the action between Miss Tonks and Miss Tonks.

    Dora laughed. Gryffindor was right to send Sylvia to deal with her. The two of them grew up playing Quidditch together. Although Sylvia had always been a little inferior, she knew her tricks well.

    Sylvia laughed too. To be honest, she was so nervous that she almost cut off the comet. But as long as the opponent is Dora, then she has unlimited energy to fight her.

    Since Sylvia played, Dora was completely deflated. She couldn't score a single goal, and it didn't feel good at all to be followed by her own sister. Even allowing Sylvia to find a space, she tricked the Hufflepuff goalkeeper with a fake to score a goal.

    The stadium was filled with cheers from Gryffindor, and I had to admit that a smaller man was more flexible and difficult to figure out on the pitch. Sylvia is a typical example. If her physical fitness can be better, it is estimated that Gryffindor has another very good player. But maybe the reality is so unsatisfactory? Sylvia found that the more she wanted something, the more clearly she felt that she was in a hurry, such as being a good Chaser, such as wanting to be Snape's favorite protégé.

    Sylvia wanted to laugh herself.

    But being distracted on the field is not a good thing. The ball was snatched by Dora, who hurriedly followed. Fortunately, Mrs. Hooch's whistle sounded, and Sylvia heard the shouts and screams from the Gryffindor camp. Obviously the Golden Snitch has also been successfully taken down.

    "How are we on the court?" Fred catches Sylvia at the celebration dinner.

    "Isn't he super handsome?" George also held Sylvia's shoulders, and the three of them sat down together.

    "I said long ago that you can definitely do it." Sylvia applauded in admiration.

    "But we feel the need to teach you a lesson." Fred raised his eyebrows.

    "You're just a little weaker, so you don't have self-confidence but you don't look like you at all. Look how well you played today." George said with a smile.

    "We've seen it all." Fred patted her on the back, "You've looked lost since the day you were picked as a substitute. It's not like you at all, a little confident Ah, Bunny."

    "I just have a clear understanding of myself." Sylvia shook her head.

    "You're playing really well! Charlie keeps saying that he wants you to be a military advisor. Hey, your fakes are much better than your sister's. Charlie said that Hufflepuff's greatest ace is That quirky Nymphadora Tonks, but you can totally suppress her!" George also patted her on the back.

    "We won't let this happen." Fred made a swing, "Whoever dares to do anything to you, I'll blow his head!"

    "That's a foul! Fred!" Sylvia laughed.

    "So what?" Fred shrugged nonchalantly.

    Charlie finally came out of the cheering crowd and came to Sylvia: "Your last goal today was really wonderful." Charlie watched Sylvia lift up He gestured with the butter beer in his hand, "Everyone thinks you're going to pass the ball, why are you so clever?"

    "It's their Hufflepuffs being too honest." Sylvia smiled.

    "I dare say that next year you and Arya will be able to turn positive." Charlie said, walking towards the sofa in response to the call of the crowd.

    No, based on the plot, I shouldn't.

    Sylvia gave a polite smile.

    "You two hurry up too." Sylvia pushed Fred and George, and the two of them ran to Charlie's side to receive the cheers and praise from the crowd.

    "Searle! Help me get something to eat!" Li said to Searle.

    Sylvia clenched her right hand and touched her chest, indicating that she accepted the order. Once out of the lively lounge, the corridor outside was eerily quiet. Thinking about it this way, the atmosphere in Gryffindor is really not very good. Like just walking out of ktv, Sylvia's mind was still buzzing.

    "Yo! Little freak! Why are you alone?" Dora slapped Sylvia on the shoulder. Sylvia had come to their Hufflepuff territory, just in time to be caught by her.

    "I'm here to be a delivery rider." Sylvia laughed.

    "What are you talking about?" Dora looked at her sister. That look is no exaggeration to say that he saw a huge Flobber caterpillar, at least Sylvia thinks so.

    "I'm going to the kitchen." Sylvia made a silent gesture.

    "So blatant? Don't reveal that I told you." Dora's eyes widened.

    "Hi! Cedric! Hi! Rebecca!" Sylvia saw her Hufflepuff friends. They both saw the Tonks sisters smiled and waved.

    "Yeah, she still looks so good." Sylvia agreed.

    "What type do you like?" Dora showed a gossip expression.

    "It doesn't count." Sylvia said, thinking of the annoying Hoddle Waughlin in her mind. His looks are really superior, and he completely matches everything Sylvia likes.

    "Do you want him to be my brother-in-law?" Dora smiled and bumped her sister's arm.

    "I don't deserve it." Sylvia laughed and bumped her sister.

    "A little self-knowledge." Dora rubbed Sylvia's head violently, and ran away immediately after she succeeded, "Today's fake move is good! You really deceived me!"

    "Childish!" Sylvia smiled and walked towards the kitchen.

    Grilled steak, apple pie, mashed potatoes, custard, custard, and a whole lot of pumpkin juice and juices. Sylvia felt that the Traceless Stretching Charm was the greatest invention, so that her small cloth bag could hold the ingredients needed for each team building.

    "Hello."

    "Mr. Waughlin, you didn't scare me this time." After Sylvia heard this familiar voice and responded calmly, it turned out to be Hoddle. She gave a smug smile and looked very stupid.

    "I never intended to scare you, you were too intimidating." Hoddle raised his eyebrows, and after he cut his bangs, those beautiful eyes were even more attractive.

    "What's the matter? I'm busy." Sylvia continued walking.

    "Did you just go to the kitchen?" Hoddle laughed.

    "How do you know..." Sylvia said, and instinctively wiped the corner of her mouth, and a small chocolate chip appeared on her finger. Hey! But this one was eaten in the Gryffindor lounge! Didn't he admit it? Sylvia wanted to strangle herself just now.

    "You control me? You are like a cauldron!" Sylvia said, staring at the back of his head. There was another faint smell of smoke as Hoddle passed her.

      unfortunately?"

    "No wonder." Sylvia snorted coldly, "Watching the game is to see the strength of the players, not to stare at other people's faces. You look like a layman."

    "Strength? Do you have it?" Hoddle snorted sarcastically, "Oh! You mean everyone is praising your fakes? You don't really think you're smart, do you? "

    Sylvia didn't say anything, she stretched out her hand and gently stroked the book under Lahodel's arm, and took advantage of the situation and took it in her hand. Hoddle looked back with a foolish look, Sylvia handed over the book and looked at him defiantly. When Hoddle reached for it, she quickly pulled it back.

    "I don't know if I'm smart or not, but I can make the other party deflate." Sylvia smiled smugly and shook the book in front of Hoddle. Only in front of Hoddle, she didn't want him to feel bad. Isn't that what he wanted?

    Hoddle put his hands in his trouser pockets and approached Sylvia silently. Sylvia didn't want to back down, but she couldn't help but take a step back when Hoddle's good-looking face continued to enlarge. As a result, the stairs were already behind her. Her feet were empty and she almost fell off the stairs. Fortunately, she steadied her body with a shake, but the book in her hand was taken back by Hoddle.

    Hoddle smiled smugly, as if the confrontation just now was his victory. He waved the book, turned and left.

    Who is this! Are you trying to find fault? Have nothing to do? If it weren't for the fact that you're a handsome guy, I'd want to slap you in the mouth!

    Sylvia chopped off her feet inexplicably while looking at Hoddle's slender back.

    The author has something to say:

    The Quidditch part was definitely the part that bothered me the most hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha the Quidditch part but I gotta get Sear to play! Play handsome!

    Searle's setting is very flexible because of his small stature. He is agile but has a very small strength hahahaha!

    I was listening to MIYAVI's Butterfly (not Uncle Guang's) when I was writing this part. I think this song is super emotional!

    I hope all the friends who take the postgraduate entrance examination will achieve good results! ! !

    Next week there will be a main text update and an extra update! Am I very hardworking? (Praise me praise me praise me buyaolian) Everyone remember to take a look and leave a comment!