HP Dear Miss Freak

    "What happens when the little rabbit enters the snake's nest? Sylvia can only tell you that the rabbit will bite if you are in a hurry."

    "I never imagined that someone could replace Bunny as Snape's most hated student." Fred laughed from ear to ear when he heard Harry and Ron complain.

    "The two of us have done so many interesting things and have not been able to replace Seale. You have made us very shameless, little Ronnie." George showed a regretful expression.

    "I believe you now that Snape is terrifying." Ron pursed his lips, as if he had been greatly wronged.

    "You are also hated by Snape?" Harry looked at Sylvia, "Why?"

    "Good question." Sylvia smiled after drinking the remaining lemon juice in the glass, "Today is my birthday, I don't want to bring up sad things. Regarding Potions PTSD, I I think we will have the opportunity to talk in the future. As an old senior, I will definitely share enough experience with you. "

    "Hey! Happy Birthday!" Harry smiled like a little angel. Sylvia couldn't help squinting and replied a thank you in a sweet voice.

    "PTSD? What is that?" Ron frowned.

    "You don't know?" Hermione exclaimed, sitting not far away, "It's post-traumatic stress disorder. To be honest, you should really read more books, such a funny joke I don't understand." Ron's face wrinkled even more when he heard this.

    "What a pity." Percy also shook his head.

    "I'm glad one more friend can understand my meme, Hermione." Sylvia gave Hermione a high-five from the air, and Hermione responded with a high-five action.

    "You should be happier with us both." Fred put his arms around Sylvia's shoulders and pulled her towards him.

    "Your present." George said, handing Sylvia a small package, the small package with a drawstring only the size of a Snitch.

    "I've been waiting for the two of you for a long time, and I dare say that you will not let me down this year." Sylvia happily took the small package and couldn't wait to open it, but inside There was only one unremarkable little cookie.

    "You know it's not just a cookie." Fred tilted his head and raised his eyebrows at Sylvia.

    "One bite might blow your head off!" George said with a grin.

    "Very good, I'm looking forward to it." Sylvia said, got up and left the long table.

    "Hurry up and eat! I'm waiting for you to come back and tell us how much you like it!" Fred shouted behind her. Sylvia often runs to the library recently, and she mysteriously said that there is a big thing that needs their help, and she will tell them at the critical moment. Fred didn't ask, he liked that Sylvia always brought them some surprises. Perhaps it was because only Sylvia could surprise him.

    Perhaps Sylvia shouldn't expect so much, they did not disappoint her. In other words, she really didn't expect the two of them to make this happen.

    On the way to the library, Sylvia took a bite of a small cookie. With a bang, Sylvia felt like she was in a small free fall. She didn't react when she slammed her feet on the ground, looked down at herself, and found that she only saw a fluffy white mass. Sylvia realized that something was wrong when she looked back and saw that her notebook was about the same size as herself.

    "The rabbit? Who raised it?"

    Sylvia felt that both of her ears were caught when a voice came out. When she saw the face of a Slytherin boy, she realized she had been brought up.

    It's Grelam Monty and Derian Pursey, and it couldn't have been worse to meet them. Oh no, fortunately the two of them wouldn't know that this was Sylvia, otherwise there might be more unfortunate situations.

    "It's quite energetic." Pursey sneered at the little white rabbit trying to kick his legs to break free, "Where did you run in? How can anyone at Hogwarts keep rabbits? It smells so bad. "

    "How about giving it to Prefect Farley? She must like bunny." Monta had changed from carrying Sylvia to holding her. It's a pity that he has no experience in holding small animals at all. Searle felt that his hind legs were pressed down by one of his arms, and he almost lost consciousness.

    "Prefect Farley? Do you still want to pursue her?" Pursey laughed at him, "You just give her something like that?"

    Sylvia didn't know where they were taking her. Maybe a chance to get into the Slytherin lounge?

    Wait! my notebook! Sylvia looked at herself getting further and further away from the notebook and wanted to exclaim, but it seemed impossible to do so. Those two guys must have turned me into a rabbit because they thought I was arguing? Don't they know that when a rabbit doesn't bark normally, it's loud when it barks! See if I go back and don't make a noise for them both!

    Well, she shouldn't have that expectation. She was actually taken to the grass by the Black Lake, and in front of Marcus Flint. What about Miss Farley? Sylvia had seen it from a distance before, and I remembered it as a very handsome young lady.

    "Where did the rabbit come from? Could it be Professor Snape's potion material?" Flint looked at Sylvia and said. Seeing the hideous ugly face, Sylvia quietly looked away. You are the material for the potion! No wonder you'll be relegated later! Who uses rabbit parts for potions?

    Wait! Not really! Sylvia swallowed. If he met Snape at this time, he wouldn't have made any new material by his whims, right? Merlin bless! Don't let me meet Snape let me do whatever!

    But Sylvia soon regretted it, these three big boys actually sat on the grass and fed a little rabbit with various things. Rabbits can't eat mashed potatoes! You pure-blood wizards with no common sense! How is it possible to eat human food? Mainly because that's still Sylvia's favorite mash! She was going crazy, she really wanted to eat, but she couldn't do it!

    Hey, hey, you can't just pull the grass off the grass and feed it to me, right? Too sloppy, isn't it? Stop hitting my face with the licorice wand! It really hurts! I'm going to bite you again!

    It was really helpless to turn into a creature that was several times smaller. After jumping a few steps, the three boys stretched out their hands to get them back. Sylvia already felt that she could empathize with Draco the ferret years later.

    Fred, George, wait for you two!

    "Have you ever eaten rabbit meat?" As soon as Flint said this, Sylvia felt a sigh in her heart.

    "You want to stew it?" Monty asked, "Do you know how?"

      Kicked up. Scum! So vicious!

    "Damn rabbit! It seems to understand what we say! I don't want to eat a wild rabbit of unknown origin." fell back to the ground. It would be great if it became a cat, this fall is really not an ordinary pain.

    "Hey! How come you have a rabbit?" Draco's appearance made Sylvia feel like she saw an angel. He must be crazy, right? With such a harmless expression. Oh, maybe I'm crazy? Draco is an angel?

    "Help me catch it!" Purse frowned, covering his face, "Damn it! I won't let it go!"

    Sylvia used her Quidditch skills to avoid the capture of the three boys. The grass that had just rained had already stained some of her white hairs with mud. Draco gave a surprised smile on the side, Crabbe and Goyle stared straight at the scene.

    "Damn it! Is this rabbit a sperm?" Monta just threw herself to the ground.

    "It won't be Animagus, will it?" Flint asked.

    "The Animagus is all registered." Pursey was still persistently pounced on Sylvia, "No one is a rabbit."

    "If the Animagus I've been practicing for so long turns into a rabbit, I'll go crazy!" Monta's expression seemed to be really frightened by this incident .

    "But this rabbit is too wild." Draco smirked. He took a quick step forward, stretched out his hand and pressed Sylvia to the ground, "Did you say so, little rabbit?"

    I was caught by you! As expected of a future Seeker, he is quite capable. Sylvia struggled to get up, but Draco grabbed her by the back of her neck. He originally seemed to want to hold her, but suddenly found that the little white rabbit was dirty, and threw her back to the ground with disgust.

    "Where are you going now?" Purse grabbed Sylvia, this time he stretched his arms far away, Sylvia's short legs could not attack at all To him, "You still want to kick me? You'd better be quiet! Otherwise I can't guarantee what will happen to you."

    "Hand over that rabbit!"

    Fred and George finally appeared in front of the Slytherins out of breath, looking like they were rushing all the way down from Gryffindor Tower.

    "Your bunnies?" Purse smirked as if he had found something funny. Sylvia felt the atmosphere became anxious, and she knew that something was wrong.

    "Give us the rabbit back!" Fred jumped forward, but Pursey managed to dodge. George was stopped by Monty, and Flint immediately stood up to stop Fred. Sylvia, who was forced to be swung half a circle, didn't feel good at all, and she was already dizzy.

    "I warn you! Pursey! If you don't want to eat shit!" Fred roared, but he couldn't break through the wall of Flint.

    "Really? So precious?" Pursey laughed, "I didn't expect you to like bunnies, Fred."

    "Give it back to us!" George staggered past Monty's block and threw himself in front of Purse.

    "Draco! Next!" Purse actually dropped Sylvia just like that. Fortunately, Draco caught her firmly, but he immediately threw it to the nearest monte because he was dirty. After Monta took it, he held Searle's ear and shook it in the air, laughing wildly as if he had captured an important hostage. Fred and George stopped moving, their eyes followed Sylvia the whole time, obviously relieved. Sylvia felt like she was thrown unconscious.

    Why is this happening to me? I'm just a little white rabbit.

    "Don't do this to her!" Fred's tone was a little more friendly, and George stared at Sylvia, as if he wanted to see her mood from the little rabbit's eyes.

    "She?" Pursey smiled and clapped his hands, and Sylvia was immediately thrown on his hand, "What's the matter with you two? After staying with that freak for a long time, I'm going crazy. her? You call her a rabbit?"

    "Who allowed you to call her a freak!" George growled, staring.

    "Freak?" Draco asked aside.

    "Gryffindor Tonks, you know, a complete freak." Flint sneered.

    "Your cousin." Monta laughed.

    "I don't recognize her as a cousin." Draco immediately showed a look of disgust.

    "I feel so sorry for you, Draco." Pursey brought Sylvia up to him, showing an embarrassed and somewhat regrettable expression, "To have a blood relationship with this family, If it were me, I would definitely go crazy." Sylvia raised her head sharply, stretched her legs and kicked hard. It's a pity that Pursey stretched out her hand, and she only kicked into the air.

    "Shut up!" Fred was so angry that he smashed a dung ball at the feet of the Slytherins. It was a product that had been strengthened by them, and it splashed directly on Purse and Monty.

    "Give it back to us! Otherwise..." George also took out several dung eggs.

    "Otherwise? The stupid lion still doesn't understand who is threatening who?" Flint showed an ugly smile and looked at his two teammates, "Otherwise we can use this rabbit as a Quaffle training, what do you think?"

    "Give it to me! Derian!" Monty stepped back and raised a hand in cheers.

    "You dare to try this!" Fred took out a lot of their improved dung egg-derived products from his pocket.

    "We dare not?" Pursey brought Sylvia's pair of long ears to the edge of the black lake, "Do you think the big squid would like this gift?"

    "You!"

     Before Fred could finish speaking, Pursey suddenly felt the weight in his hand increasing, and he let go of his hand subconsciously. Then there was a plop, everyone looked over, Sylvia changed back and fell into the water. She was covered in mud and soaked in the lake water, and her bangs drooped unsightly across her forehead. Looking at her empty eyes, she knew that she hadn't recovered yet.

    Fred and George were stunned, they both looked at each other and neither dared to speak. The two of them knew better than anyone how clean Sylvia was.

    "What's the matter?" Draco's eyes widened, "Whose trick is this?"

    "Can't you see that? Baby dragon." Sylvia wiped her face fiercely, stood up swayingly, patted the skirt, and looked at the hand The mud mixed with the lake water, the tone is extremely cold, "Could it be you who made it?"

    "What did you call me?" Draco said with a stare, but the next second was frightened by Sylvia's indifferent eyes, so he didn't dare to speak again.

    "Calm down, man." Fred's voice trembled. "Sill, this is an accident, you listen to our explanation." When George grabbed Fred's arm, Fred also grabbed George like a life-saving straw.

    "What did you just say? What kind of family are we?" Sylvia glanced at Purse, who was closest to her. She strode forward, quickly approached, and then grabbed Pusay's arm with one hand, using her waist as a support point, and threw him violently.

    I should not hide my merits and fame. Sylvia looked at Purse, who was thrown down by her. I didn't tell you, I'm a melee wizard, I once learned taekwondo in the last time and space for a while, and I got a blue belt with my little skill.

    Sylvia hardly stopped, rushed in front of Monta with two steps, pressed her fingers tightly, twisted her neck and thought about what kind of tricks to use to make it easier. Flint rushed up to hold her shoulders to control her. Great. Sylvia turned her head sharply, raised her left arm and placed an elbow on Flint's heart. When Flint let go and leaned forward, Sylvia slammed a beautiful right elbow straight into the back of his neck. The tall boy staggered forward for several steps, fell to his knees and coughed.

    "What about you? How do you want to fight?" Sylvia looked at Monta, grabbed his shoulder and slammed it to the side, making the guy hit the ground hard, "Sooner or later come out and fight. It's all to be paid back."

    Fred and George were going to join the battle, but they were surprised by the smooth play. Having known each other for three years, they had no idea that Sylvia would still do this. Draco was even more terrified, he swallowed hard, Crabbe and Goyle didn't dare to say a word.

    Sylvia pulled out her wand to give herself a cleaning and then a drying spell. "Why is this expression, Baby Long? Do you want to ask your dean to deduct points for me?" She said lightly, tapping her wand on the palm of her hand, and looking at the three first-year little snakes, "Or do you want to? try?"

    "You, you..." Draco said something cruel before running away, "My dad is right! You are so rude! Just wait!" Crabbe and Gao Er also ran away quickly.

    Sylvia didn't say anything and walked straight to the castle. Fred and George hurriedly followed, walking beside Sylvia.

    "Listen to us, I promise with all my tricks, it's definitely an accident." Fredra grabbed Sylvia's wrist, but was thrown away.

    "Really! We got it wrong! This is a failure! We just want you to grow bunny ears! So cute, right?" George grabbed Sylvie Ya's arm was also thrown away.

    "Rabbit ears?" Sylvia laughed dryly and changed it on her head effortlessly, "So?" Fred and George were stunned, they seemed to have I never thought that Disguise Magus could change the characteristics of animals. Well, this year's gift failed even more. This is simply smashing the Weasley Brothers brand for so many years.

    "Bunny... um, no, I..." Fred suddenly realized that it was ironic to call her that now, "We really didn't mean to play tricks on you."

    "We know this is our mistake. How are you? Are you injured?" George came over and asked, but was pushed away by Sylvia.

    "Why didn't you tell us that you still do those tricks? You can't be more handsome! Man." Fred showed a pleasing smile.

    "Fortunately you won't use those tricks against us. Right?" George asked tentatively.

    "Don't bother me..." Sylvia quickened her pace, she just wanted to hurry back to the corridor in front of the library to find her notebook. That was all her efforts so far, and there was also her plan to wash away Sirius' grievances. Although it is written in Chinese, there is little need to worry about being seen.

    "We were wrong! Sorry! Don't be mad! Please!" Fred pleaded. At this time, he clearly realized that he was really not good at speaking. If he were Bill, he might know how to coax girls.

    "We were so wrong! Look! This is the gift for you." George took another cookie from his pocket.

    "Don't babble in my ear." Sylvia glared at them both, "Because I just committed those crimes, and my mind is still buzzing."

    "Listen, we looked at the Marauder's map as soon as we noticed something was wrong."

    "Then quickly ran from the eighth floor to Black Lake to find you. Lee can testify that he said that Hogwarts couldn't find anyone who could run faster than us."

    "Like two Nimbus 2000s!" The two of them didn't seem to be able to keep silent.

    But Sylvia can, and she doesn't want to say a word just as she looks at the smooth and clean floor without her notebook.

    This feeling is more deadly than falling into a black lake and being treated for a Quaffle. Sylvia's face suddenly became more gloomy, Fred and George looked at each other nervously and swallowed at the same time.

    "What's the matter with you?" Fred asked cautiously.

    "Searle?" George also spoke cautiously.

    But Sylvia said nothing, turned and left the corridor. Fred and George were both terrified. The two of them didn't know what they said wrong, and they whispered behind Sylvia about which part went wrong.

    "We were really wrong," Fred said softly, trying to put Sylvia's shoulder again. But Sylvia gently pushed him away. Fred glanced nervously at George, who quickly shook his head in panic.

    "You must want to go back and take a shower and change clothes, right?" Fred pulled out a smile to make the atmosphere better.

    "That's right! Searle! What would you like to eat? Let's get it from the kitchen?" George said graciously. But they still didn't get a response.

    "Don't ignore us." Fred followed Sylvia into the common room angrily. "If you're really angry, beat me up." George tried to observe Sylvia's face changed and poked Fred with her arm, indicating that what he said just now was not good.

    "Bunny!" Fred watched Sylvia walk into the corridor of the girls' dormitory, but had no choice but to stand below and stamp his feet in anger, "It's all those **** Slytherins! "

    "We will dye the finished and semi-finished products in different colors in the future." George patted his head angrily.

    Sylvia took a long bath, and if Angelina hadn't knocked on the door, she would have almost drowned herself in the bathtub. As soon as I thought of the ghostly appearance I had just now, I just wanted to give myself an oblivion, no, it was for those boys who were oblivious. Mainly her notebook, which she regretted not writing her name on. The plan is all good, but it has the experience that Sylvia has summed up after failing countless times of Visibility Potion.

    Is this a test Merlin gave me? Uncle, I am really having a hard time.

    The author has something to say:

    My favorite birthday fix every school year! !

    Remember? According to the rule of turning over a year and a year of great success, hahahaha!

    The first one to tell the truth was Derian Poussey! "I didn't think you liked Bunny, Fred."

    I am a little anxious Fred is still on the way to enlightenment, and Huo Ge is also a strong competitor, hahahaha! (And Searle is busy with the career line enlightenment meeting at the latest hahahahaha!)

    I am very excited when I think of Searle as a melee mage when the Order of the Phoenix goes on an expedition in the future hahahaha! ! A dagger in one hand and a wand in the other, hahahahaha! Of course her agility is her strength, but her strength is quite weak. Now it's time to clean up these wizard kids. I will definitely have to practice slowly in the future hahaha.

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    Searle