HP Dear Miss Freak

    "Show my love by burning the fire of my life."

    "Okay! The invisibility device is finally complete." Dora patted the cushion of her small battery with satisfaction. After working for several days, she finally succeeded in transforming her car.

    "You should let Brother Che fly." Sylvia said depressedly while holding her chin.

    "Who do you blame for this? If you didn't ride my car all day, why wouldn't my mother agree to add a flying device?" Dora sullenly reached out and rubbed Sylvia's Head, "Also, don't give my car a random name!"

    "Blame me, blame me." Sylvia put on a hard hat with a pleasing smile, and skillfully stepped on the small battery, "I'm going out! Love you! Smelly sister!"

    "Are you going out again? Did you spend a whole day at home during the summer?" Dora grabbed the handle of the car, "I wasn't as busy as you when I was admitted to the internship Auror. Go home, can't you hear me! Don't fool around with the Weasleys all day."

    "I haven't even told you who I'm looking for." Sylvia turned around and pouted.

    "Then who are you going out with today?" Dora looked at her uneasy sister with her hands on her hips.

    "Fred and George!" Sylvia laughed and rushed down the street on a small battery.

    "You're just a Weasley! Slow down! Stupid brat!" Dora's voice came like a wave of sound. Sylvia felt compelled to tell her sister that it would affect the Tonks' reputation among the neighbors. With such a loud voice, those who didn't know it thought she used a loud voice spell. But in a sense, they are really sisters.

    The Tonks and Weasleys are both in Devon. Since the means of transportation, Sylvia has been running to the Burrow every now and then. Mainly, both Mrs. Molly and Mr. Arthur welcomed her, not to mention Fred and George, who could not wait to prepare a room for Sylvia at home, or fill a bed in Ginny's bedroom.

    Of course, there is another key reason. Every time she came to the village of Autry San Catchipole, Sylvia would think of the days when she was a child in the last time and space, when she ran wildly in the village. If I have a chance, I really want to take Fred and George to the fields to secretly dig sweet potatoes and bake them, and catch fireflies on summer nights. But it was a pity that the two of them would only drag Sylvia to play Quidditch in Ferret Mountain whenever they had the chance.

    Quidditch, Quidditch, the entertainment of these wizard children is too monotonous.

    Sylvia arrived at the door of the Burrow on time, and said good morning to the bouncing hens in a good mood. What made her feel better was that she didn't need to go into the bedroom and lift the twins from the bed this time. Fred had been waiting in the garden for a long time, he just threw a goblin, and immediately smiled when he heard Sylvia's horn.

    "Good morning, Bunny. Today's new hairstyle is so stupid." Fred caught the kraft paper bag that Sylvia slammed hard. He knew it was a croissant for him and George.

    "You know the shit? This is my inspiration from Lee's dreadlocks!" Sylvia rolled her eyes and honked the car horn defiantly, "Where's George? If I'm going to call him and probably won't let him get out of the house alive."

    "Let's go!" Fred said excitedly, but he suddenly fell silent before taking a few steps, and put away his smile and put on an expression like he had eaten dung.

    "You're not going to tell me that you were stuck with the Permanent Bonding Charm, are you?" Sylvia lay on the front of the car and looked at Fred.

    "Damn George Weasley." Fred said through gritted teeth, making a very unfriendly gesture at the window of their room. George fell to the ground laughing on the other side of the window, and the laughter reached the ears of the two through the wall of the window.

    Sylvia leaned on the handlebars and slowly moved herself and the car over, she couldn't help laughing when she saw the tragic situation at Fred's feet.

    "Fred, isn't this your dung mine?" Sylvia laughed so much that she couldn't straighten her waist, and even took a long time to speak, "I really didn't expect You will have today too! Have you played your own tricks?"

    "This is no ordinary dung mine." George had already burst out of the door with great interest, and also made a flashy debut, "This is an enhanced version developed by me and Fred. —Dung egg chain minefield!" He put his hands in his pockets and turned around in front of Fred provocatively, and stretched out his hand to draw a large circle: "If you step on the trap, this blockbuster will explode!"

    "You'd better hide your bats, I'm afraid Mommy will scream when you see your brain blowing up." Fred gritted his teeth and learned Sylvia's usual routine He pressed his fingers with a click, "Of course, I'm worried about our dear mother."

    "Come on, Fred, I believe you can do it." Sylvia laughed so hard that her stomach hurt, and forced herself to give Fred a thumbs up.

    "Don't you hurry up and find a way for me!" Fred glanced at Sylvia complainingly, "Forget it, why would I want to count on you?"

    "Take back your words, Fred." Sylvia raised her chin, "Of course I can help you out."

    "Then what are you waiting for? Will you come back and save me?" Fred regretted what he said, his dearest brother and best friend were very tacit understanding He showed an expression of sudden realization, "Bunny, you wouldn't do this to me." Fred knew that Sylvia's biggest weakness was being soft-hearted, and she wouldn't have the heart to see him so miserable.

    "You jump up after the third countdown." Sylvia patted the cushion behind her, "I'll drive out and it'll be fine."

    "It's your best friend at the critical moment!" Fred and Sylvia slapped each other in the air.

    "Be careful when you come up, don't trip yourself." Sylvia held the handle with both hands, ready to rush out at the highest speed.

    "No, there is something." George interjected, "The scope of the explosion. I think Mommy will kill us."

    "It killed you! George!" Fred stuck his tongue out at his brother. "Three, two, one! Go! Bunny!"

    The moment Fred jumped on the small battery, he tripped over the seat cushion as expected. But fortunately, George was quick-witted and quickly stepped on the small battery to stabilize Fred. Before a loud explosion came, Sylvia had already rushed out of the danger zone with the two boys. But Fred didn't sit firmly, he subconsciously wrapped his arms around Sylvia's shoulders and shook it before sitting down.

    "You're strangling me, aren't you? Fred!" Sylvia coughed twice after being strangled by Fred. See Merlin."

    "Sorry!" Fred let go and turned around and grabbed his brother's neck, "It's you who should see Merlin!"

      Let's go to see Merlin together, holding hands."

    "Where are we going today?" Fred had had enough. He wrapped his arms around Sylvia's waist and stuck his head out to look at the road ahead.

    "Let's go for a walk around town. Aren't you two unconvinced to lose to me in video games?" Sylvia slowed down and let the comfortable wind hit her face.

    "I'll let you know today!"

    "The Weasley Brothers are awesome!"

    "How is it? Are you convinced?" Sylvia smiled smugly, looking up at the two frustrated boys. Fred and George didn't want to say a word, and walked dully on both sides of Sylvia. How could this girl be so good at video games? It has just attracted a lot of Muggle onlookers, and all of them are full of admiration. Moreover, her desire to win was too strong, and she pressed Fred and George to the ground mercilessly. At one point they both felt that Sylvia was venting her anger by thinking that the villain on the screen was Snape.

    "Too fierce." Fred said with a shriveled mouth.

    "Too brutal." George shook his head.

    "Perhaps you'd better be a girl."

    "Look at our little sister Ginny, I think you need to learn." They both nodded to themselves.

    "Merlin's polka-dot briefs! Isn't that my little beauty!" Sylvia saw a familiar figure appear at the door of a flower shop. Rebecca handed a large bundle of wrapped bouquets to a customer, and she looked gorgeous with her long hair pulled up.

    This is too much! Sylvia felt like she was about to pass out.

    "Rebecca!" Sylvia had already rushed over, and her little beauty immediately showed a delighted smile when she saw her.

    "Did she hear what we were saying?" Fred complained and walked over with George.

    "Are you coming out to play?" Rebecca smiled and gave Sylvia a hug, and by the way, she and the Weasley twins also gave a friendly greeting.

    "I just taught these two guys a lesson." Sylvia looked at Rebecca's suddenly frightened eyes and hurriedly added, "Of course, I'm talking about video games. In town." Fred and George turned away with an unhappy snort, as if they were planning to find something new on the streets here.

    "What about you? Why are you here?" Sylvia greedily breathed in the air full of flowers.

    "This is a flower shop of a friend of mine, and I always come to help him during the holidays." Rebecca smiled like a little sun, Sylvia had not seen her like this before Laughed, "But unfortunately, he went out to talk business and can't introduce you to him."

    "Your friend's flower shop? Then I will definitely support it!" Sylvia walked into the flower shop and looked at it curiously, "Any recommendations?"

    "How about hyacinths?" Rebecca picked up a small bouquet of flowers that had been wrapped. "I think it suits you very well."

    "A hyacinth? Why?" Sylvia smiled and took the bouquet.

    "The flower language of hyacinth is: as long as you light the fire of life, you can share a rich life." Rebecca's eyes always have a soft light, "I heard this for the first time. I thought of you when I was talking about flowers, and you are the one who does not hesitate to ignite yourself to illuminate all your friends."

    Sylvia glanced at Fred and George who were stomping on each other's shadows at the door and couldn't help laughing softly: "Are they?"

    "They? Only my Searle is worthy of a beautiful hyacinth." Rebecca said with her hands on her hips and pouting, looking very cute, "The most important thing is that hyacinths are My favorite flower."

    "My favorite is this." Sylvia pointed to the sunflower on the side, "Like you, Rebecca. I don't know the language of flowers, but you are my warmest Chipach little sun."

    "Don't lie to me with your rhetoric." Rebecca covered her mouth and laughed.

    "I didn't lie to you!" Sylvia waved the bouquet after paying, "From now on, hyacinths are my favorite flower! Sunflowers are for you! "

    "Does the sunflower originally belong to you?" Rebecca was amused, and she also waved to the unpredictable girl in front of her. No wonder Dora talks about this sister every day, if only she could be her own sister too. Rebecca thought of her sister. Oh, I seem to be suitable for a well-behaved and obedient sister.

    "Come on! Boys! We're going for a ride!"

    Sylvia took Fred and George to a little-known winding road. Since having a small battery, she has often discovered various places suitable for driving. And I don't know when it started. Whenever there is something good or a good place, she will share it with her two good brothers as soon as possible.

    "What are you doing with a flower? Is this a sign that you want to transform into a girl?" Fred helped Sylvia with the bouquet, and she stopped rudely after she stopped him shaking.

    "I'm a girl! Do I have to repeat this?" Sylvia rolled her eyes, hoping that Fred could accept it from the rearview mirror.

    "Hurry up! Searle!" George gave a cheer at the end.

    "Fred, hold the handle." Sylvia took the bouquet and handed the handle to Fred.

    "What are you doing?" After Fred took over, he steadily controlled the small battery.

    Sylvia finally stretched out her arms in a stretched gesture: "TripleTroubleiscoming!"

    "Are you going to die?" Fred turned his head over Sylvia's shoulder and looked at the road ahead, but he was obviously laughing more than the girl who suddenly went crazy .

    "Aren't you too funny?" George laughed from behind.

    "What do you know? We're like..." Sylvia wanted to say it was like a classic Titanic move, but she didn't say it, but burst into laughter.

    "What's wrong with you?" Fred hugged Sylvia and made her sit in front of him.

    Sylvia looked at the sky that was gradually dyed red, burning a large piece of cirrocumulus, astonishing as if someone secretly cast some magic for this scene. It's certainly not Fred and George that's so fun. Of course, Sylvia knew that she didn't do anything. So, it must be a gift from Merlin, right? Sylvia turned her face to look at the boy who was as red and shining as the sky. She rubbed this messy and red head in a good mood.

    It seems that today's camera is going to run out of battery again. She knew that this scene and this scene perfectly reproduced the sentence: This scene should only exist in the sky. The cold wind was blowing on her face, but she always felt hot and happy.

    The author has something to say:

    I still like to write stories about the three of them! !

    I will add a love line to Rebecca Little Angel, although there may be no way to arrange a lot of space for her, but I hope this line can be warm to everyone! !

    But I still have to sigh, there is really too little fun in the wizarding world! I feel very bald every time I have to live! But it was Gemini and Searle, who was also so noisy. I can't keep up with the joyful footsteps of young people (bushi

    Because I'm about to enter the main story, I will weigh the children's roles when there are more characters. Because of my preference, Brother Drag and Little Ronnie will be the ones with the most shots among the children hahahahaha