HP Dear Miss Freak

    "Sylvia didn't expect her first princess hug to be so unromantic. It's all thanks to Fred."

    "What did you say?" Fred put on Sylvia's shoulder and laughed badly, "Blue is better than blue."

    "The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves." George also put on her shoulders and winked triumphantly.

    "Tell me, back waves, what's the good thing?" Sylvia squinted at Fred and then at George.

    "We invented a spell." Fred snapped his fingers at Sylvia.

    "Snowballs can run after people." George snapped his fingers in her ear.

    "It's not worth the snowball fight for so many years." Sylvia smiled in cooperation.

    "Tell you the truth." Fred patted Sylvia's shoulder respectfully, "We're going to find our dear Defence Against the Dark Arts professor."

    "Let him see what wonderful spells his students have created." George laughed as if he could have foreseen the scene.

    "Then what are you waiting for?" Sylvia also gave a wicked smile. Have you finally waited for this day? The three of them walked towards the atrium, shoulder to shoulder.

    "Are you killing Quirrell?" Fred swallowed as he watched Sylvia's snowball pinched as solid as a stone.

    "Shh! Fred! I'm afraid she'll kill us." George made a silent gesture to Fred. He had long realized that there was no other choice for the leader of their Triple Trouble Squad.

    "Why are you two standing there stupidly? Come and help!" Sylvia turned her head back, her eyes flashing with horror. She threw the snowball in her hand up and down, hitting her palm with a fatal sound. Fred and George quickly squatted down and rolled the snowballs, and the finished product they both created would be reworked by Sylvia.

    "Hey, you said, how about we put a bluff bomb in a snowball?" When Sylvia said this, Fred and George felt that there was a long distance behind her. Out of the devil's tail, and perhaps fangs?

    "What are you waiting for? Give it to me!" Sylvia spread her hands in front of the two of them, and the two boys diligently handed over all the inventory in their pockets , watched in horror as Sylvia stuffed a bomb into the snowball.

    "Hey! It's too late! It's already here!" Fred grabbed Sylvia's collar to stop her from continuing to stuff bluff bombs into the snowball.

    "We're on to the show next, buddy." George raised his wand and watched Quirrell chanting a spell as he passed by, and the snowballs floated up, caught up with Quirrell and hit him On the back of his head wrapped in a hood.

    "Oh! It looks so painful!" Sylvia was very pleased with her results. The first two hits, Quirrell staggered and almost fell into a dog and ate shit. It's a pity that he still held on to the turban and didn't let it fall.

    "It's so touching! Cry! Cry for me!" Sylvia shook her head in admiration. It's too protective of the master, and I'm sorry if I don't give him an award to move the magic world.

    "It's so touching." Fred was also amazed.

    "It's Professor McGonagall." Sylvia stuck her head out behind the snowdrift to see Professor McGonagall rushing over in anger.

      With the first throw, there was a loud bang in front of them, and the snow on the ground was blasted into the air, and Professor McGonagall's voice could be vaguely heard: "Who is it!"

    Fortunately, the three of them have long been used to the escape of life and death. They fled the scene as fast as they could, and stopped near Hagrid's hut in one breath.

    "It's so fun!" Sylvia cheered excitedly. The result of changing the original plot is really fun!

    "It's quite clever, little Bunny." Fred smiled and took Sylvia's shoulders and sat down in the snow.

    "Professor McGonagall is going to be **** off!" George laughed and sat down next to his brother, and it seemed that he had enjoyed it too.

    "Thank me. Boys." Sylvia was still panting, "If it weren't for me, you would all be locked up!"

    "It's us!" Fred pinched Sylvia's face and corrected, "Are you gaining weight again? You see you eat candy every day."

    "You don't say such things before Christmas! It's very disappointing!" Sylvia patted his hand and gave him a look, "Really fat?"

    "Really fat." Fred and George nodded in unison.

    Oh. Sylvia pinched her face depressedly.

    "By the way, are you staying this Christmas too?" Fred suggested.

    "Our mom and dad are going to see Charlie in Romania," George explained, "so me, Fred, Percy and Ronnie Jr will stay."

    "Okay." Sylvia nodded, still thinking about whether she was really fat, and responded casually. Fred and George happily cheered Sylvia's name.

    Sylvia was tightly wrapped in winter, and this winter was extremely cold. After she added two layers of heat preservation spell to herself, she still lost to the biting wind. Fred was glad she stopped bouncing around and even contributed his scarf to keep her warm.

    The three of them were walking towards the auditorium, and nothing excited Sylvia more than a hot lunch. Oh, maybe a scale that can tell her she's lost a lot of weight can do that too.

    What should I do if I want to eat and lose weight?

    Sylvia finds it a big problem for her no matter which world she is in.

    The corridor in front of them was blocked by a large fir tree, and the two big feet protruding from the underside of the tree were obviously kelp.

    "Hey, Hagrid, do you need help?" Ron was asking eagerly, his head poking through the branches, with Harry and Hermione at his side. around.

    "I can do it, thank you, Ron." Hagrid chuckled.

      Sylvia, Fred and George exchanged glances and split up.

    "Are you trying to earn some pocket money, Weasley? I suppose you'd like to watch the game after Hogwarts too? Hagrid's cottage and Compared to your original home, it must be like a... ah!" Draco was tripped by Sylvia's leg and fell straight forward, and the next second he was carried by her and held in place, " Hey! You let me go! You dirty little bastard!"

    "Shut up! Malfoy!" Harry tried to charge but was stopped by Sylvia.

    "Can't you learn to be polite after all this time? Baby dragon. I'm disappointed." As soon as Sylvia let go, Draco slammed down on the ground.

    "You!" Draco raised his head before he could say anything before being hit by snowballs on the back of his head. The Gryffindors looked back and, as in the previous division of labor, Fred prepared the snowball, and George was chanting a spell with his wand in his mouth. They were both obviously excited to have the chance to try the trick. Goyle and Crabbe tried to pull Draco off the ground, but were instead hit by the snowball several times, and hurriedly wiped the snow off their faces.

    "Tonks."

    Snape's voice came from up the stairs. Sylvia had long expected this to happen, and turned around to give her favorite professor a big smile.

    "Malfoy started the trouble, Professor Snape," said Hagrid, sticking his large, shaggy head from behind the tree, "Malfoy insulted Ron and Sylvia. ."

    "I can see very well, Hagrid." Snape said in a smooth tone, looking at Sylvia who was ready to die, "Miss Tonks dares to openly Hands-on with the underclassmen in the hallway. And Mr. Weasley—" He twitched the corners of his mouth, looking at George, who was on the side with a fearless face, "I think you know very well that wands are not allowed in the hallway. So the three of you —"

    "Yes, but Fred is useless, only me." George said loudly with his head raised. Fred stood up and gave his brother a shove.

    "Yes, Mr. George Weasley." Snape grinned, "Then you and Miss Tonks will start looking for Filch for your labor services tonight. ...clean all the picture frames in the school." He seemed to think about it and found a pretty good solution, "Mr. Fred Weasley, I advise you not to think about helping the two of them finish the punishment. "

    "All?" George laughed first, then shrugged indifferently.

    "All." Snape said affirmatively, looking at Sylvia, "What do you think, Miss Tonks?"

    "My pleasure, sir." Sylvia gave a rather pretty smile.

    "Very good." Snape lifted Draco from the ground and threw a clean one for the three embarrassed Slytherin snakes, "Gryffindor deducted three Ten points for Miss Tonks and Mr. Weasley for using magic in the hallway against the underclassmen. Five more points from Gryffindor for not stopping this from Mr Potter and his good friends." With that, he turned and left the corridor, his cloak blown by the wind and looking very dashing.

    Draco and his two little servants laughed and squeezed past the tree, knocking down needles everywhere, the young master didn't forget to turn back and sneer at Sylvia one sound.

    "I must teach him a lesson, Sylvia, you shouldn't have stopped Harry just now." Ron looked at Draco's back and waved his fist angrily.

    "Shouldn't stop?! Ron! You guys got 35 points from Gryffindor if you didn't do it! Do you still want to do it!" Hermione looked like she was going crazy, "Thirty-five minutes! My God! Why didn't I stop you just now?"

    "I don't think you can stop it." Ron muttered softly, Harry nodded, and the two were stared at by Hermione.

    "Don't worry about Hermione, I'll add it back soon." Sylvia pointed to herself and said with a smile, "And this kind of thing should be left to professionals Come do it."

    "And we and Filch are old friends." George and Sylvia clapped. Fred put his hand on George's shoulder, looking like he was already contemplating something.

    "I hate both of them," Harry said indignantly, "Malfoy and Snape."

    "No matter which of them you want to be angry with, we have a good way." Fred raised his eyebrows.

    "Tell me Cyr's name! No matter who they are, they will be furious just by hearing Cyr's name." George also laughed.

    "Alright, alright! Let's eat! I'm starving." Sylvia snapped her fingers silently, highlighting a few strands of red and green in her black hair , walked into the auditorium first.

    "He's really good, that old bat." George said while wiping the frame, "Let's work for the Christmas holidays."

    "That's right, Georgie. He actually helped his brother out at a critical moment." Sylvia stood on the high wooden ladder and wiped the frame, and many ladies mentioned them Their skirts stood on the table, for fear that the rag would wipe them off.

    "You said, isn't this a thing that can be solved by cleaning?" George has already begun to fish in troubled waters, and he will wipe the new frame without wiping twice.

    "Oh, you said..." Sylvia stopped and looked at George, "Felch did all of this work alone? Then he's still working hard. ."

    "Hmm." George seemed to be lost in thought, ignoring the old gentleman in the portrait next to him angrily tapping his cane and accusing him of not cleaning the frame properly, "He's a squib, isn't he?"

    "It's actually quite pitiful." Sylvia whispered, "Let's make him less trouble in the future?"

    "You still have the heart to pity others? Have pity on yourself." George spread his hands, "I hope you can say such kind words when Filch comes to check on the work later."

    Just as Sylvia wiped the picture frame above and was about to climb down, she suddenly felt the ladder under her feet shake violently. She hurriedly grasped the ladder with one hand and leaned against the wall with the other, her whole body clinging to the ladder. When the shaking stopped, Sylvia quickly turned to look at George, who raised his hands to indicate that he was doing nothing. Before he could put his hands down, his ladder began to shake violently.

    "What's the matter?" Sylvia muttered, "Who's kidding? Peeves?"

    "Damn it! If I want to catch Peeves I'll teach him a lesson!" George shook and was almost thrown off.

    Sylvia took out her wand from her pocket and wondered what spell to use. But when she let go of her hand against the wall and was about to continue to climb down, the ladder suddenly shook violently again.

    Crap!

    Sylvia's center of gravity shifted, and she felt the weightlessness of falling.

    It's done, it's done! Wouldn't this be head down?

    Just when Sylvia subconsciously wanted to cover her head with her hands, she felt that she fell into someone's arms. She looked up and met the brown eyes and the enlarged freckles on the man's cheeks.

    And the warm smell on the sweater.

    "Fred Weasley!" Sylvia called out his name and punched him in the chest, "You did it?"

    "Oh! Can you be gentle with your savior? Besides, generally speaking, in such a situation, you are too scared to grab the ladder and dare not move? How can you still Let go?" Fred gave an idiot look, "And you're too heavy! I feel like I'm going to say goodbye to my arm!"

    It was only then that Sylvia found out that she was being held by Princess Fred, and they held this position for a while, causing George to rest his head on the ladder with interest grinned wickedly.

    "It's so romantic, Fred." George laughed exaggeratedly, and Fred and Sylvia were instantly embarrassed, "Are you okay? Sylvia?"

    Sylvia pushed Fred away and jumped to the ground: "Are you free to do something?"

    "Why don't you even say thank you? I'll catch you anyway, or you will say goodbye to this world." Fred pouted, rubbing his arms as if suffering of grievances.

    "Then I thank you so much." Sylvia said angrily, "If you have any conscience, you know that you should come to help instead of causing trouble!"

    "I don't think you are so boring, don't you want to have some fun for you?" Fred said, climbed George's ladder in three or two steps to grab his rag, "Who knows almost Take my arms?"

    "You're not finished, aren't you? Did I let you catch me?" Sylvia rolled her eyes and wiped some lower frames, just the last few, Her labor service can be handed over today.

    "If you have any conscience, you should say thank you, I really don't know who is taking advantage of whom." Fred and George were fighting, and almost fell off several times.

    "Who is taking advantage of whom?" Sylvia turned her head sharply to look at Fred, feeling blood rushing up her head, "Do you think I took advantage of you?"

    "Am I taking advantage of you?" Fred laughed, "Do you have anything to take advantage of? Excuse me?"

    "F**kthat!! Fred!!" Sylvia kicked the ladders of the two of them, and the two boys exclaimed and fell heavily on the ground. She flicked the rag, turned and walked towards Filch's office.

    "I told you long ago that she might kill us, buddy." George clutched his head and sat up with difficulty.

    "Why do you say she is like this..." Fred couldn't find the words for a moment, and got up from the ground on his brother's shoulder, "Can't she be gentler?"

    "You didn't think of the consequences when you said those words?" George snatched the rag from Fred's hand and wished to stuff it into his mouth, "It will bring me bad luck together."

    "If you didn't laugh, would she be angry? Why should I say angry?" Fred rubbed his head and said depressedly.

    "Honestly, how does it feel to hold a girl?" George bumped Fred's shoulder with a smirk.

    "Girl?" Fred sneered, "You'll know when you hug her! Hugging her is actually hugging a girl? It's better to hug little Ronnie."

    "Really?" George continued to wipe the picture frame in his hand in a long tone. Anyway, based on what he knew about Fred, this sentence was definitely not true.

    "How can you say she's not any different from two years ago?" Fred folded his arms and looked at Sylvia's departure direction, "It's okay if she's not very tall, in other respects Anyway...you understand."

    "If you let her hear this, we would have been kicked off by her from Gryffindor Tower. At that time, I didn't want to die with you." George shook his head hurriedly and took a photo Shoot the position of your heart, as if you were scared.

    But Fred admitted that he liked the light fruity scent of Sylvia. He sniffed his cuff, but unfortunately nothing came of it. The moment he hugged Sylvia, he didn't want to let go of his hand at all, and even hugged him a little more mysteriously.

    As for Ron, who wants to hug him? Fred made a gag in his heart.

    The author has something to say:

    Do you remember the scene where the twins in the Philosopher's Stone smashed Quirrell on the back of the head with a snowball and was caught by Professor McGonagall? Anyway, I really like it! ! ! ! I love that part so much! There is only one sentence in the original book, so I must expand it! ! !

    Dragon brother looking for trouble with the Iron Triangle at the entrance of the auditorium is also in the novel. Congratulations to Searle for getting a new labor service (? I feel Searle is about to become a public enemy of Slytherin hahahaha

    Relax, everyone, Xiaolong will definitely be made by Sear himself.

    Draco renovation plan 0% (this estimate is a very long-term plan hahahahaha

    I don't know if this chapter counts as a cookie, should it? And today is Valentine's Day, hahaha! Another beautiful coincidence! !