HP Dear Miss Freak

    "A jug of turbid wine will make you happy, don't dream of a cold tonight. We've sung here, how about we have some wine?"

    "Are you ill?"

    "Damn it! What the **** happened to you yesterday? Did Snape embarrass you?"

    In the morning, Fred and George slapped Sylvia on the head as soon as they saw Sylvia in the auditorium.

    "It hurts! You two have a grudge against me, right?" Sylvia raised her fist and gave them both a punch.

    "You won't tell me that you saw Snape's name and decided to run to die?" Fred sat down to Sylvia's right and said in a low voice.

    "You wouldn't tell me this was in your plan, would you?" George sat on Sylvia's left, clutching his arm that had just been punched.

    "I'll tell you later." Sylvia lowered her voice, "It's really hard to do this alone, I need you two to help me a little."

    "You should have understood this long ago." Fred frowned in dissatisfaction and put on an exaggerated tone, "Do you think that sacrificing yourself will be praised by us? Wow? Sylvia is so great."

    "Without the two of you, at least a few points will be deducted! If the points are really deducted, I have to make up for it? I'm here to do everything. It's better to have less than one more thing." Via pursed his lips.

    "Then you can't either..." Before Fred could finish speaking, Li smashed a copy of the Daily Prophet on the table in front of the three, startling them.

    "The latest report on the Gringotts break-in. The investigation into the July 31 Gringotts break-in is still ongoing." Li was completely unaware that he had come at the wrong time. He enthusiastically shared the contents of the newspaper like a barrage.

    "Robbery? It's really exciting." Sylvia said in a stick-reading tone. She pondered how to bring Banban to justice all night, and no longer had the energy to make a surprised expression.

    "We've heard long ago that someone was trying to rob Gringotts." Fred raised his eyebrows and moved the paper to the other side.

    "July 31st? Isn't that the day we go to the Quidditch boutique?" Oliver heard the sound and came over and sat across from the three of them, "This year's training will also start Come on, don't be locked up this year. By the way, Arya has passed the assessment to become an official team member."

    "Really?" Sylvia's happy expression at this time was definitely from the heart.

    "Great!" George smiled and gave Sylvia a high-five, then looked at Oliver, "Huh? Is Sylvia still a substitute?"

    "I saw this year's selection, Katie Bell is definitely a seed." Sylvia said with a smile.

    "Exactly." Oliver looked in a good mood.

    "Wait." Fred patted Sylvia's shoulder sharply, "You went to Diagon Alley on the 31st? To the Quidditch boutique? You said that day Okay, are you free?"

    "I was going shopping with my mother and met Oliver and Percy." Sylvia explained that she had finished her breakfast, "I really don't have time to fight with you. Quidditch." She wiped her mouth with a handkerchief contentedly and stood up, "Let's go, I'll go to the library."

    "Bye." The boys said in unison, waving their hands.

    "Library? Going to the library even on weekends?" Fred snorted coldly.

    "She's not going to be the second Percy, is she?" George looked horrified.

    "Then I think your mother will love her to death." Li flipped through the newspaper and shrugged.

    "Ah!" Fred slammed the table, and all eyes were on him.

    "What are you doing?" Li looked at Fred who was staring at him.

    "It's you who interrupted! We were just talking about business." Fred patted his thigh angrily, George clutched his thigh and screamed in pain, and Fred would be with you in the next second Pull my clothes and I pull your tie into a fight.

    Well, boys are always so distracted.

    The library is always quieter than usual on weekends. A quiet environment is always less likely to be destroyed, and even the thick-skinned person will not speak loudly in such a situation.

    So Sylvia enjoys the library very much at this time, after all, she can't wait to have a vacuum environment to study potions. Learning potions is suffocating anyway, isn't it?

     Coincidentally, Hoddle also enjoyed the library at this time. But when he saw Sylvia sitting in front of the potions category bookshelf again, he felt that he could already hear her raspy voice. He took a closer look and saw that this guy had a potions textbook for the third grade, but the notebook copied the potions from the senior grade.

    "Hello."

    Sylvia was startled again, she even quickly closed the notebook and the old potions book on the side. Merlin's beard! I'm too guilty of this action, right? Sylvia looked at Hoddle with a pretense of calmness. Has he lost weight again? Or more angular.

    "Good to meet you, Mr. Waughlin." Sylvia smiled politely.

    "Good to meet, Miss Tonks." Hoddle raised his eyebrows and turned to look at the bookshelf, his slender index finger lightly scratched the book, and the moment it fell, it was firmly caught in his hand.

    It looked like he was really just passing by. Sylvia thought to herself, pulled the third-grade textbook in front of her, and took out a blank parchment to write her thesis. Fortunately, she came prepared, but the action just now couldn't be more stupid.

    But time seems to stand still. Hoddle turned the pages lightly, standing aside with no intention of leaving. And this guy never made a sound, if it weren't for the faint smell of smoke, Sylvia's impatience would probably turn back and confirm again and again.

    "Is the paper so difficult?" Hoddle said in a light tone, his eyes did not take his eyes off the book in his hand. Sylvia was shocked again. Why is this guy talking so scary? Snape could have given up the professor's position to Hoddle. How could they be so good at making a simple sentence so cold and teasing?

    "I'm thinking! You understand the idea?" Sylvia looked back at him. His eyelashes are too long! Although it is not warped, it is so beautiful to modify his eyelids. When Sylvia felt that she wanted to make herself a little more beautiful, she could use Hoddle as a template.

    "Ideation?" Hoddle snapped the book shut, "I'll tell you. Instead of two clockwise and four counter-clockwise, I tried halving the number of times better. ."

    "What are you talking about..." Sylvia narrowed her eyes, but her eyes suddenly lit up and turned back to open the notebook. The last line he just copied was what he said, and the last letter was also because of surprise trembling like a small note.

    "Why are you obsessed with the Visibility Potion? Just because I said that as long as you pay attention to the basics, you can do it?" Hoddle said, pulling away the door next to Sylvia The chair sat down, and a thick notebook was gently placed on the table by him.

    "It's impolite to peep at what other people have written, Mr. Waughlin." Sylvia squinted at him. The smoke smelled a little heavier when Hoddle sat next to her.

    "I'm sorry to offend you," Hoddle said. Sylvia was stunned. Although this behavior made her unhappy, she didn't expect Hoddle to apologize.

    "It's okay..." Sylvia looked at his beautiful face for a while, and immediately said seriously, "Would you like to teach me to make a visible potion?"

    "What's in it for me?" Hoddle said disapprovingly, and reopened the book he had just taken down.

    "No benefit, but it will help me a lot." Sylvia whispered, burying herself in her notebook again. This potion really gave her a headache.

    "I can understand this sentence as I have no obligation to help you." Hoddle's voice gradually became smaller. He did not know where to get a quill pen, and he had already started to write and draw on the thick notebook.

    "Of course." Sylvia opened the old potions book again, continued to complete the notes just now, and marked the suggestion given by Hoddle on the side.

    Hoddle noticed Sylvia's action. Take a closer look at this guy's notes, which are neat and clear, although the handwriting is a bit too unrestrained, as flamboyant as she herself. He opened a new page of notes and wrote down some key points for configuring the Visibility Potion. By the way, he also listed where the materials could be found. After Sylvia had finished her notes, Hoddle tore off the page and pushed it in front of her.

    "Didn't you just say that you have no obligation to help me?" Sylvia whispered and took the piece of paper.

    "Of course I'm not doing it out of duty, but out of love, stupid Miss Tonks." Hoddle wrote lightly, continuing to write his notes.

    "What kind of relationship do we have? Call me stupid?" Sylvia carefully compared the notes and the advice given by Hoddle before clipping the paper into the notebook.

    "We have known each other for a long time, right? I didn't expect you to be so unsympathetic, and the atmosphere was embarrassed by you, Miss Tonks." Fingers pointed to his head. He was implying that Sylvia's emotional intelligence was not very good, perhaps IQ. Well, it should be that both businesses are not very good.

    "It's mine, I was wrong." Sylvia pouted, "I really want to thank you, this is very important to me."

    "I want to eat red bean balls." Hoddle said unceremoniously, still not stopping the movement of copying notes.

     Need something nasty to keep in mind how good the food at Hogwarts was?" Now comes the most painful moment - writing the Potions treatise.

    "I didn't say I wanted to eat what you made." Hoddle's tone contained a smile. Sylvia was at a loss for words, and even wanted to slap herself.

    "When I didn't say it." Sylvia made a gesture of pulling her mouth up, and then a gesture of surrender and turned back to continue thinking about her thesis.

    "So you think house-elves are more delicious? Then I don't mind going to lunch alone." Hoddle admired his notes and closed the notebook with satisfaction. up.

    "Lunch?" Sylvia looked at her watch, "Okay, let's go with me after I finish writing the paper."

    "Have you finished writing your thesis?" Hoddle covered his mouth like he heard a joke and tried not to laugh too loudly, "Then we should have breakfast together."

    "Breakfast? Haven't you eaten yet?" Sylvia continued to stare at her textbook. I'm about to learn about shrinking potions! The plan in her mind instantly became more comprehensive.

    "I mean breakfast the day after tomorrow. Shall we go to class together after eating?" Hoddle squinted his eyes with a very beautiful smile. Sylvia subconsciously picked up the textbook and wanted to smash it on his smiling face, but finally put it back in front of her angrily. Hoddle smiled and covered his head, and he could be seen laughing silently through his arms.

    How can this guy laugh like that? If the little fan girl in their yard sees it, his character design will collapse! Sylvia looked at him, and couldn't help but shake her head with a smile.

    I can't get the fun of boys anyway, so I might as well get some potions knowledge. Hmm... well, I guess I don't even think about getting them. When Sylvia looked back, she almost couldn't resist the urge to sigh deeply.

    An hour after noon, Sylvia finally finished writing her paper. Stretching, she put away the crappy paper almost as fast as she could, lest Hoddle unknowingly see it again. She didn't want to see Hoddle laughing at her barren knowledge of potions again.

    It was nap time, Sylvia and Hoddle went down without encountering anyone. She was very impressed that Hoddle's heterosexual relationship was quite good. Every Ravenclaw passing by would say sweetly: Prefect Wulflin, and their good prefect would return a gentle smile.

    "Are there any friends smoking around you?" Sylvia finally asked this question. Mainly because they didn’t speak along the way, Sylvia was about to suffocate.

    "You smell it?" Hoddle frowned slightly, "Dog nose, right? It's so smart? I've obviously used some magic potion to cover it up."

    "Huh? And this potion?" Sylvia asked. She watched Hoddle pull up his cloak and smelled it, then looked at her with a look of disgust.

    "There is no such potion." Hoddle looked at her, "I made a potion spray to mask the smell."

    "But it turns out that it doesn't work well, does it?" Sylvia said, scratching the pear on the painting and opening the door.

    "Only you smell it. Ladies first, Miss Tonks." Hoddle made a gesture of invitation.

     Close the door backhand.

    "The school rules don't say you can't come to the kitchen." Hoddle called the house elf by the way and asked for two red bean balls.

    "Smoker, right? Mr. Waughlin." Sylvia saw a small black mark on Hoddle's left hand, and there were also marks left by cigarette butts , I guess it was a small mistake when I was young. Others didn't notice that it was probably because the wizarding world knew too little about it, and he didn't smoke with his dominant hand.

    "I'm not addicted." Hoddle's left hand shrank subconsciously, and finally looked at Sylvia with his chin up as if giving up.

    "How many years have you been smoking?" Sylvia asked in a low voice.

    "It doesn't seem to be your business, doesn't it? Miss Tonks." Hoddle said with a smile.

    "What kind of relationship is there?" Sylvia pulled one of the bowls of red bean **** in front of her, "It's so dishonest. Ask what's wrong? I'm afraid you are perfect Has the character set collapsed?"

    "Why do you always say some strange words?" Hoddle laughed, "You are so good, why don't you guess?"

    "You must be hiding your cigarettes from your family, right?" Sylvia guessed, and she looked at the blackened area again, "At least four or five years?"

    "Twelve years from the first time I stole my dad's big pipe." Hoddle said with a smile. He had finished his bowl of Yuanzi and asked for a new one.

    "You were very naughty when you were young, Mr. Waughlin." Sylvia also ate the red bean **** in the bowl, "Why do you like red bean **** so much?"

    "Didn't you say that this dish represents lovesickness? It's amazing that eating this will really make you think of your family." Hoddle said, without raising his head, his slightly long bangs Blocking his expression, he could only see the movement of sending Yuanzi into his mouth.

    "Are you homesick too?" Sylvia looked at him with her head on her hands.

    "Did you just want to thank me for helping you?" Hoddle wiped his mouth, and he actually finished the second bowl.

    "Yes." Sylvia nodded, "It really helped me a lot. If I succeed, I will definitely repay you!"

    "That's not necessary." Hoddle laughed, "Sing me "Farewell" again, in Chinese."

    Sylvia was stunned for a while, and didn't say much, she found the tune of "Farewell" and hummed softly. The echo effect of the kitchen seemed to suddenly become very good at this time, or maybe it was because it was too quiet here, and for the first time Sylvia experienced the feeling of the reverberation of the singing.

    Outside the pavilion, along the ancient road, the grass is green.

    Hoddle's mind seemed to be transported back to years ago, back to a corner of his memory. These are the lyrics that he doesn't understand, but they are poignant.

    A pot of turbid wine will make you happy, don’t dream of a cold tonight.

    "Why?" Hoddle asked.

    Sylvia asked for two bottles of juice and explained the meaning of the lyrics to Hoddle sentence by sentence. Hoddle drank half the bottle without changing his face, and looked away again. Very well written, right? He faintly heard Sylvia ask, and nodded lightly.

    Sylvia stood up, pacing the kitchen and singing. The sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground beat her, and the beating flames of the fireplace lit her eyes. Sylvia took the trouble to sing over and over again, but her mood slowly dropped.

    Ask you when you will be here, don't linger when you come.

    Life is rarely a joyous gathering, only parting.

    Sylvia's voice was getting quieter. It felt familiar and sad, as if the soul deep inside had been reawakened. Family and friends from another time and space, how are they? In that world, did I just disappear out of thin air? Maybe I'm still here! Maybe my soul is split? Sylvia didn't know, she missed the land far on the other side of the ocean. Her nose was a little sour, and her singing trembled. When she saw Hoddle with red eyes, she couldn't hold back her tears.

    The two young children have their own thoughts. The moment they looked at each other, they seemed to feel a wonderful resonance. The two souls seemed to be connected by the same song.

    "What are you crying for?" Hoddle watched Sylvia wipe away her embarrassing tears.

    "My tears are too low, and I see others..." Sylvia didn't know what the meaning of this song was to Hoddle, and the topic suddenly became heavy, "Just say something to make me play!"

    "You sing too badly." Hoddle had a tearful smile on his face.

    "?? You are sick!"

    The author has something to say:

    Huo Ge's special session is here! !

    Horxi cp is still a lot cute when he knocks it down hahahahaha! !

    The more I write, the more I thank myself for finding myself a Ravenclaw second man, it's really helpful (in all aspects)

    I especially like to fight against each other, so whether it is Hoddle and Searle, Fred and Searle are all rivals (I'm so happy!) I like the output stream so much girl, so Searle is totally a high damage player hahahaha. (Thinking about it carefully, Miss Auror and the owner of the trick shop, Miss Auror and Potions Theory are all very good choices, hahahaha)

    I'm really happy to see everyone's reaction to Horsey. Seriously, the palms and backs are full of meat. There has to be an ending. But I hope Huo Ge can also be super attractive in the second male position. Their stories will also be quite fascinating.

    As for Fred, you can rest assured. After all, I am a Gemini chef, right? Hahahaha.

    There are a lot of cookies this semester, just eat them with confidence.

    I am actually worried that I have logical loopholes and the like, and you are welcome to point it out at any time!

    Finally, thank you again for your love. My manuscript box says that it is going to be updated during the Chinese New Year. Come and join us more at that time!