HP Dear Miss Freak

    "Has Hoddle's appearance rate been too high recently? Sylvia doesn't want to be the object of gossip at all."

    "Peter Perdirou?"

    Fred and George looked at Sylvia with the same shocked faces.

    "Shh!" Sylvia reached out and covered the mouths of these two uneasy guys, "Even if no one here can hear you, still be a little vigilant?"

    The three of them were gathered in the Screaming Shack, sitting cross-legged in a circle. Sylvia felt it was time to seek the help of the two of them.

    "How could anyone here hear? You're so nervous, Bunny." Fred smiled and patted Sylvia on the shoulder.

    "It's always good to keep an eye on everything, you two also remember this for me!" Sylvia turned over the activity map and finally found the name in a corridor. "Look! Look!"

    When Fred and George brought their heads together, their eyes widened as if they were about to pop their eyes out.

    "This..."

    "This means..." Fred and George frowned and looked at Sylvia a little bewildered.

    "Explain, my uncle, yes, innocent!" Sylvia clenched her fist with one hand and slammed the floor, and her voice gnashed her teeth even more every time she hit her.

    "No wonder you ran out like crazy." George folded his arms and nodded thoughtfully.

    "Isn't it easy? I'll go to Ron's dormitory now, grab the rat and kill it." Fred's eyes flashed sharply, waving his hand to cut the potion The knife used for the material makes a neck-slashing action.

    "I'm afraid you will do this!" Sylvia snapped the knife and slapped it on the floor, "Only by revealing his true form can my uncle's injustice be overturned!"

    "So...you didn't want us to help kill that mouse?" Fred motioned Sylvia to continue.

    "I'm making a vision potion." Sylvia couldn't help frowning when she mentioned this, "But you know it's harder for me to make potions than Professor Dumbledore not to eat sweets. ."

    "Dumbledore actually likes sweets?" Fred laughed.

    "So we help you make potions?" George showed a smug expression, "We are still useful at critical moments, right?"

    "Of course, not!" Sylvia flipped through the Marauder's map and put it in front of them, "I want you to solve this."

    "Professor McGonagall?" Fred and George said the name Sylvia was referring to at the same time.

    "I want you to make sure that Professor McGonagall will come to the scene when I give Banban the potion. There is absolutely no problem with the two of you." Sylvia's eyes were very firm. Fred and George glanced at each other and shared the inevitable smiles.

    "Find the right person, Bunny." Fred smiled and took Sylvia's shoulder.

    "Don't talk about McGonagall, we can bring you as many professors as you want." George also put on her shoulders.

    "Thank you so much! It really helped me a lot!" Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief, the plan was finally put on the itinerary.

    "You're so out of touch with us?" Fred pursed his lips and pinched Sylvia's face.

    "You must love your uncle, don't you?" George picked up the Marauder's map and watched Peter Pettigrew strolling down the hallway.

    "Of course! I like him!" Sylvia laughed, she took the silver dagger out of her pocket and showed it to the two boys, "This is what Sirius gave mine."

    "This is a dagger." Fred took it curiously, took out the scabbard and looked at it, "You carry such a cool thing with you! Why don't you tell us!"

    "I thought you could see it." Sylvia took it back and handed it to George, "I thought everyone of my size could see it."

    "You have so much stuff in your pocket." George admired it and returned it to Sylvia, "Handkerchiefs, small mirrors, shit, bluff bombs... Who cares? "

    "Okay, you know me too well. But I'll give it a separate pocket." Sylvia pulled out the dagger and made a few cool moves, then sheathed it and put it back in the mouth bag.

    "Merlin's beard, won't you tell me you're making potions?" Sylvia was sitting in a smoky cauldron when Hoddle walked up to the Astronomy Tower Before, he couldn't help frowning.

    "Obvious, isn't it?" Sylvia stuck her head out from behind the smoke, she had just finished a failed potion.

    "Damn it." Hoddle raised his chin to signal Sylvia to make room for him to do it. Sylvia sat on the side and gave him the potion.

    "Is this bad?" Sylvia asked, frowning.

    "It couldn't be worse!" Hoddle looked a little **** off today. Oh, maybe I'm just driving crazy on potions to people who usually at least pretend to be polite. Sylvia thought regretfully.

    "I ask you, do you never pay attention to the time for the preparation of the medicine?" Hoddle put down the stirring spoon in his hand and put out the fire by the way

    "Of course there is!" Sylvia nodded seriously, "But you don't have to stare at the watch precisely, right?"

    "Let me guess." Hoddle looked at her with his arms crossed, "Miss Tonks, because of her clumsiness, whether adding ingredients, dripping juice or stirring, will do it after careful consideration, and the movements Always half a beat? And don't pay attention to the effect of controlling the heat? And..."

    "Okay! I see!" Sylvia couldn't help interrupting him.

    "Potion is a very delicate science, Miss Tonks." Hoddle sighed with some hatred, "Since you can't have a certain degree of potion like others Comprehension, then you should pay more attention to some details. Especially as the difficulty of the course increases, you need to be more and more detailed. You can't always be a fool."

    "Sorry, I'm a little irritable these days." Before Sylvia could respond, Hoddle said immediately.

    "I need you to give me this advice." Sylvia waved her wand to clear the pot of potion. "Go on, Mr. Waughlin."

    "I'll do it for you." Hoddle sighed and was about to start processing materials again, but the knife in his hand was taken back by Sylvia.

    "I'll do it myself, just give me advice. I don't want to bother you so much." Sylvia said seriously, holding the knife.

    "Are you bothering me? Miss Tonks." Hoddle sighed again.

    "Oh, alright..." Sylvia was immediately discouraged, and the hand that didn't hold the knife unconsciously rubbed the hem of her clothes.

    Hoddle watched Sylvia for a while, but he still compromised first: "You do it, I will assist you."

    Sylvia looked at him in surprise, Hoddle didn't say anything, just gave up his seat silently. She took a deep breath, picked up the new material and started cutting: "What's the matter with you today?"

    "Do you mind if I smoke a cigarette?" Hoddle didn't answer, just frowned slightly and took a cigarette from his pocket to signal.

    "I don't mind." Sylvia's eyes involuntarily followed Hoddle to the railing. He took off his robe and put it on the railing, skillfully lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled the smoke.

    He lost weight again.

    Sylvia withdrew her gaze on his slender waist, ready to take the bile from the mouse spleen. This guy is so charming even smoking, what the hell.

    "You don't mind the smell of smoke?" Hoddle turned around, and the smoke he just exhaled rose along the airflow, casting a hazy filter on him under the night.

    "I don't mind, but don't try to encourage me to smoke!" Sylvia remembered the old father who always failed to quit smoking in the last time and space, "You are so stressed? Is it because the family's expectations are too high? Is it tall?"

    "Did you know that fifth graders have an O.W.Ls test?" Hoddle asked, and Sylvia nodded, "Then you should know how important this test is."

    "Let me guess, want to go to the Ministry of Magic?" Sylvia processed all the materials and looked up at Hoddle.

    "No." Hoddle chuckled lightly and shook his head, his beautiful blue eyes shone very brightly.

    "I want to travel the world."

    He isn't really a shining star falling into the world, is he? Sylvia felt that the light in his eyes was too dazzling, so that she immediately lowered her head and stared at the treated rat spleen next to her.

    "Are you trying to say that you don't need a good grade in any subject to travel around the world, Mr. Waughlin." Hoddle said in Sylvia's tone.

    "Do you want to do well in O.W.Ls; do you want to work in the future; where do you want to travel... none of this matters to me, Mr. Know what I look like." Sylvia really wanted to ask that, but as soon as Hoddle said it, she instantly didn't want to know the answer. Sylvia's stirring movement in her hands was stopped by Hodl's stride forward. She was stunned without raising her head, and followed his instructions to stir to the other side.

      Hoddle took a few steps back and fell on the ground, raising his chin and taking a sharp breath, opening his mouth slightly to let the smoke linger above his face.

    "I'm not trying too hard, don't touch the porcelain!" Sylvia felt that she was being molested, but she couldn't tell where it was, "And I said it! Don't pretend to know me very well. look!"

    "I have a problem with my Defense Against the Dark Arts and Charms class. I'm helping you so much. In exchange, will you tutor me?" Hoddle didn't seem to hear The words were said slowly.

    "Defense Against the Dark Arts class? You wouldn't tell me that Professor Quirrell said I was his best student, would you?" Sylvia laughed mockingly.

    "Your practical exam has always been the highest score in your grade." Hoddle said this sentence without a compliment at all, "Of course, when can you make you ridiculously stupid? Once it’s resolved, you can definitely get a high score in the paper test.”

    "You are so stupid!" Sylvia rolled her eyes. Hoddle ignored her, stood up, picked up the root of the chrysanthemum and poured it into the crucible, and then slowly added two drops of spleen bile.

    "You're not looking at the cauldron, are you? You've been chatting with me?" Sylvia watched the potion turn the correct orange-red color.

    "This still needs to be seen?" Hoddle reluctantly raised his eyelids to look at the incredible Sylvia.

    "Very good, Mr. Waughlin, very good." Sylvia pulled out a polite smile.

    Perhaps Sylvia should have gone to Hoddle for help. After the potion was successful, she could not wait to jump around every day. Fred even thought that the previous trick had left her with some sequelae, and was always afraid that she would jump from the upstairs.

    "You've been jumping up and down in front of me all day, Bunny." Fred couldn't help holding Sylvia's shoulder.

    "The potion is ready, Fred." Sylvia put her hand on Fred's shoulder and smiled brightly.

    "When will we act?" George also came over, "How is today?"

    "Let's all have a nice Halloween dinner, George." Sylvia smiled and hooked George's shoulders. The brothers have grown a lot taller this year, so that they both have to walk stooping while being draped by Sylvia.

    "Isn't that one of your girls?" Fred raised his chin toward the other end of the corridor, motioning for Sylvia to look over. It's Hermione! She was wiping her tears and walking quickly to another corridor.

    This is the story! The beginning of the triangle friendship! Sylvia looked sharply at Ron and Harry who were walking here, and a trace of unease appeared on their faces.

    "Aren't you going to have a look? Why did that little girl cry like that?" George looked at Hermione's back and said.

    "Then you have to ask your good brother." Sylvia let go of the two brothers' shoulders and continued bouncing towards the two young boys. Fred and George looked at each other and followed slowly.

    "So what?" Ron was saying to Harry. "She must have noticed. She has no friends."

    As soon as she finished speaking, Sylvia walked behind Ron, hooked his shoulders and pressed him down: "Ronald Weasley!"

    "What are you doing?! Sylvia!" Ron showed a terrified look, he felt that being called by Sylvia's name was more terrifying than being called by Snape.

    "What kind of nonsense did you just say?" Sylvia hooked him and strode towards the auditorium, Ron was forced to stumble a little while bending over, "It's a long time. , Ronald, can you bully girls?"

    "Hey! I didn't bully her!" Ron looked a little guilty. "She doesn't have any friends. If you don't believe me, ask Harry." Harry followed closely, showing a dilemma smile.

    "You Weasley boys have no brains. When you talk, you can't think too much. It hurts people." Sylvia let go of Ron and patted it. Glancing at his head, he ignored the two children and continued to walk forward.

    "Hey! Why did you say Ron brought us both?" Fred and George said in unison behind her.

    "The two of you aren't much better! You're heartless." Sylvia whispered and shook her head, ignoring the twins' scolding behind her.

    This year's Halloween dinner is the same as in previous years. Sylvia silently counted down to Quirrell's appearance while enjoying her favorite mash.

    "You said, why isn't Quirrell not here?" Li asked while nibbling on the chicken thigh.

    "Maybe he's still stuffing garlic in his turban." Fred said cheerfully, snatching the last cupcake from Sylvia and biting it down triumphantly .

    "Maybe he left his dull head in the office and became the next Professor Binns." George smiled and snatched the last syrup cake from Sylvia's men.

    "Maybe you're teaching trolls like me!" Sylvia punched the two childish boys around her, then picked up a mint and threw it into her mouth.

    "It's getting more and more outrageous, how could there be trolls?" Kenneth snorted.

    "Isn't it sitting next to me?"

    "Aren't we sitting here?"

     Before Sylvia could finish speaking, Fred and George spoke in unison.

    With a bang, the auditorium door was slammed open. Quirrell finally hurried into the auditorium, the large scarf on his head crooked, his face full of horror. Sylvia got herself a chocolate lightning puff and stared at Quirrell with interest as she stuffed it into her mouth. He ran to Professor Dumbledore's desk in a trance, leaned over the teacher's chair, panted, "The troll - in the basement - you should know."

    Sylvia watched Quirrell fall back on the floor in a coma, and continued eating puffs indifferently. But others couldn't be so calm, and the auditorium instantly became a mess.

    "I hope Professor Quirrell won't be stepped on." Sylvia showed a regretful expression, "Everyone, look at the road."

    "Are you out of your mind?" Fred stared at Sylvia in disbelief, "You still worry about whether you will be stepped on!"

    "Where would I be stepped on if you were by my side." Sylvia reached for a donut, contentedly.

    "Merlin's boxers! Why are you still in the mood to eat?" George snatched the plate from Sylvia's hand. Together with Fred, he lifted Sylvia out of position.

    At this point, Professor Dumbledore had to use his wand to make a few harsh pyrotechnic explosions to silence everyone. "Prefect," he said in a low, serious voice, "lead your academy students to the dormitory immediately!"

    "You guys! My donut!" Sylvia looked at the donut away from her with a painful expression. But Fred and George had already supported her and left the auditorium, and she had no way to break free.

    "Your intuition is really strong!" Li happily followed, "There are really trolls!"

    "Of course I do! Am I kidnapped by two trolls?" Sylvia rolled her eyes, "You can put me down, two gentlemen."

    "You can still think about eating when the troll enters the castle. It's really your style." Fred let go and continued to walk up, George waited for Sylvia to stabilize He also let go of his hand and followed his brother.

    "The troll entered the castle and wanted to run instead of fighting head-on. It really doesn't have your style, Fred." Sylvia shouted without showing weakness.

    "Don't encourage them to fight with trolls!" Angelina showed a horrified expression on the side, "I think they can really do it."

    "Look, you're the one who talks but thinks, little Bunny." Fred shouted back.

    "Teach me less with my words." Sylvia couldn't help laughing, and Fred also turned his head back with a smile.

    Suddenly someone tapped Sylvia on the shoulder. There was no need to look back to know who it was, especially when his deep voice sounded, Sylvia was more convinced.

    "Old time, old place." Hoddle leaned into Sylvia's ear and said something before continuing to lead the Ravenclaw students to another staircase.

    "Slippage at work? It's really yours, Mr. Wafflin." Sylvia looked at Hoddle on the other staircase, and he smiled back when he heard this. . The laugh was truly incredible, and the first-year Ravenclaw girls couldn't control their screams.

    "Old time?" "Old place?" Angelina and Arya were about to scream. The two of them suddenly got close to Sylvia and hooked her arms, and this duet really had the style of Fred and George.

    "Put your love brains away, my girls." Sylvia rolled her eyes helplessly.

    "Speak quickly! Where have you reached?" Angelina tried her best to restrain her excitement, but she couldn't restrain her broken voice.

    "My Angie! You want me to be trampled to death by a Ravenclaw girl?" Sylvia hurriedly covered her mouth. She looked around to make sure everyone was walking chaotically to the lounge, and she was relieved that no one was paying attention to them. Fred and George even got into a fight in front of him over joking with Lee.

    "You better be honest!" Arya showed a sly smile.

    "To be honest, we have an appointment to go to make-up lessons." Sylvia showed her most sincere eyes.

    "Make-up lessons?"

    "Make-up lessons."

    Sylvia looked at the two girls and looked at each other with a smirk of unknown meaning. It seemed that the two girls didn't believe it, or even had any dangerous thoughts.

    The author has something to say:

    Huo Ge is a little eagle who yearns for the distance.

    He is definitely not a bookworm. I admire people who have great grades and a comfortable life, but are not comfortable with the status quo and have their own ideas. It is a luxury to be able to do what one loves. I think it is also a kind of courage to be willing to pursue such a life. Everyone who has a dream shines. Huo Ge is very conceited, but he does have this capital.

    Interspersed with a part of the original plot, just as a daily supplement hahahaha. When I read the novel, I liked the part when Fred and George came to find Harry. At that time, I made up a big game in which the twins took Li Yeyou to explore the secret road! That's probably why I wrote a Gryffindor girl to go on an adventure with them. It's fun, isn't it?

    The show is coming! Banban capture plan 80%

    There will be a special update today at midnight! In addition to the daily update tomorrow, there will also be an extra chapter update!

    New Year's Eve, eat, drink, sleep and have fun! !