HP Dear Miss Freak

    "If I wasn't naive, how would I understand your boys' happiness?"

    This Christmas holiday, only Sylvia stays in the girls' dormitory. If she hadn't wanted to eat hot pot with little Harry, she should have been ready to go back to her little attic to lie in her room and watch a movie and eat popcorn, instead of the labor service coming back and watching her roommates pack their bags.

    "Girls, would you like some candy?" Sylvia was lying on the bed shaking the box of Bubble Gum that Hoddle had given her, her ancient rune textbook floating in the air.

    "You should choose to go home." Angelina came to Sylvia and sat down and took a bubblegum and put it in her mouth, "running around with Fred and George all day. What's the point?"

    "It's interesting, Angie." Sylvia said slowly, looking at Emily, "Hey! That quill is so beautiful! Looks like I'll have it next time too Go to a scholar's residence."

    Emily was holding a black and yellow quill in her hand and was about to put it in the box, with a few strands of white between the feathers. Sylvia couldn't think of what magical animal it came from, but it looked very beautiful.

    "Because of those naive boys, you can't miss more than quills." Emily closed the box with a smile, "The four of us decided to go to London to watch the Weird Sisters concert together."

    "Oh!" Sylvia pulled the textbook down and put it over her face, "I've been abandoned by my girls! Not only do I have to satisfy their gossip needs, but also to be exclusive to the girls. Gatherings are excluded."

    "Wavlin staying at school?" Arya immediately became interested, "Do you have any plans?"

    "I don't know." Sylvia really didn't know, "I don't know him well? How long have I not seen him?"

    "I've inquired about it." Patricia jumped on Sylvia excitedly, "That Waughlin doesn't even have any close friends, and is always alone."

    "And you! The little angel who broke into his world!" Arya picked up Sylvia's textbook and kissed her on the forehead.

    "Don't read those romance novels, Arya." Sylvia rolled over and got out of bed with a smile, and scuffled with her, "If you don't know what to read, you can ask me!"

    "I don't want to be like you! It's either ancient rune or magic history! Let's go and see your Mr. Wulflin!" Arya easily restrained Sylvia She was in her arms.

    "Shut up! Arya! If you don't want to be beaten up by me!" Sylvia laughed and said unintimidating words.

    "Our little Sylvia is so cute." Angelina smiled and hugged Sylvia and rubbed her cheek, "Why are you so petite?"

    "Do you think... do I look like a girl?" Sylvia asked aloud, her roommates have grown a lot taller this year, and they are starting to get bigger and bigger. Feminine. No wonder Fred would say that, even though it was rather rude to say it out of his mouth.

    "Why did you start caring about this?" Angelina laughed wickedly.

    "I just think..." Sylvia looked down at her flat body and then looked up at the girls, "I just think I still look like a little girl? But, but I Should, it's time to be a girl?"

      It's gone!"

    "Thanks Wafflin!" the girls cheered.

    "Thank you, Hammer? Is there anything in this?" Sylvia picked up the textbook and continued to cover her face and lay back on the bed.

    "Merry Christmas! Bunny!"

    "Merry Christmas! Searle!"

    Sylvia was just walking to the common room when Fred and George caught him and pulled them under the Christmas tree to unwrap the presents.

    "You two did a trick last night, didn't you?" Sylvia showed a tired smile, the boys' dormitory was exploding all night, "I'm still getting up now , I advise you not to scare me with anything."

    "You'll like it." Fred picked up a box and handed it to Sylvia.

    "Merlin's cotton slippers." Sylvia used **** to clip a huge bow out of the gift box with disgust.

    "How?"

    "Like it?" Fred and George looked ready to accept praise.

    "You two's eyes are really hopeless." Sylvia looked at the color of the death Barbie pink, and wished to give herself an Avada Suo.

    "We thought about it carefully." Fred started to braid Sylvia's hair, and he can even braid a simple braid now, "As good buddies, we should help you change Be more like a cute girl."

    "You're missing some lovely pink." George nodded aside, "Think of our sister Ginny."

    "You'd better not give this to Ginny, I'm afraid her young mind can't stand the blow." Sylvia put the bow back in the box and quickly closed it. She didn't want to get a second look at the pink bow at all.

    "Why do you look like you saw a box of pine caterpillars?" Fred opened the box again, picked up the bow and held it up in front of Sylvia, who immediately fled behind George .

    "I think I need to raise your eyes for you." Sylvia pursed her lips, put the bow back into the box with a floating charm, and snapped the lid, "If you If you don't accept me to change the color of this thing, you will never see me bring it in your life."

    "You can't always wear black, can you?" Fred pointed to Sylvia's head-to-toe outfit, "although I admit black suits you well."

    "But you need a little cute color, like..." George looked back at the gift box.

    "For example, I think it is necessary to raise your eyesight." Sylvia quickly pressed the box, never giving herself a third chance to see it.

    "Then let's see what you gave us." Fred began to unpack his gift box.

    "I'm ready to say that, Searle, your eyes are really... Merlin's beard! Is this the same bat for the Irish national team?" George was excited the moment he opened the gift box Gotta faint.

    "What should I say?" Fred picked up the blue bat and swung it hard, just in time to meet George's red bat, making a crisp knocking sound . Just paired with the goggles they were given last year.

    "Just say you love me." Sylvia knew that would be the reaction.

    "We love you! Man!" Fred and George put their arms around her at the same time.

    When Fred and George both wore sweaters knitted by Mrs Molly, they dragged Sylvia into Harry's dormitory, and our little savior got it A sweater like this.

    "Merry Christmas!"

    "Hey! Harry got a Weasley sweater too!" Fred and George ran up to Harry excitedly, and Sylvia leaned on the four-poster bed and watched Excited boys.

    "Harry's is better than both of us," Fred pretended to complain, holding up Harry's bright green sweater, "Obviously, Mom is more attentive to people who are not her own. Some."

    "Look at Fred, what the truth is?" Sylvia laughed and put it on Ron's shoulder. Ron held up his fuchsia sweater and shrugged in a sure way.

    "Why don't you put yours on, Ron?" George asked, looking at Ron, "put it on now, this sweater is nice and warm."

    "But I don't like dark fuchsia," Ron complained, pulling the sweater over his head.

    "There are no letters on your sweater," George came to Ron and patted him on the shoulder, his sweater had a capital "G" on it, Fred did the same.

    "She probably thinks you won't forget your name. We're not stupid, but she often calls us Jorred and Fudge." George pursed his lips.

    "Sylvia! You gave me this?" Harry took out a brand new pair of sneakers from the box and looked at Sylvia.

    "Do you like it? Harry." Sylvia had long wanted to buy Harry a new pair of shoes, and even wanted to add a few more outfits to him. But boys can never say no to a new pair of sneakers.

    "This is too handsome, isn't it? Harry! Put it on!" Ron ran to his good buddy in high spirits.

    "Hey! We also want a new pair of shoes." Fred squeezed Sylvia's shoulder and shook it vigorously, "Bunny, you're just like mom, and you don't care about anyone other than yourself. Be careful!"

    "And such a handsome new shoe! I want it too! Searle!" George also joined the act, "I admit that your vision is really good!"

    "Believe it or not I hit you two in the head with those two bats?" Sylvia pushed them away and covered her neck.

    "Why are you so noisy here?" Percy stuck his head out of the crack of the door with a dissatisfied look on his face. Apparently he was also unwrapping his Christmas present, with a sweater draped over his arm and Fred grabbed it: "'P' is for prefect! Put it on, Percy, we're all on Well, even Harry got one."

    "I don't want to wear them!" Percy mumbled, but the twins shoved him into the sweater and knocked his glasses crooked.

    "And you're not allowed to sit with the prefects today," George said, and Fred pushed their brother out, "Christmas is a family time, you have to with us."

    "How is it? Is it still suitable?" Sylvia looked back at Harry who put on new shoes.

    "It couldn't be better!" Harry laughed excitedly.

    "Then go! Boys." Sylvia greeted Ron and Harry, "This is your first Christmas lunch at Hogwarts."

    "Hey! Sylvia." Harry grabbed Sylvia's cuff as he went downstairs.

    "What's the matter? Harry." Sylvia was just watching Fred and George bullying Percy, and she looked back when she heard Harry's voice.

    "I heard, Sirius Black, he's my godfather, isn't he?" he asked cautiously, eyes gleaming with excitement.

    These days the Ministry of Magic is starting to review the Sirius case, making the headlines of the Daily Prophet. But Sylvia knew very well that, according to the efficiency of the Ministry of Magic, she didn't know when she would see Sirius.

    "He is your godfather." Sylvia rubbed Harry's head, "When he comes out, he will be able to give you a home."

    "That's great! Isn't it?" Ron said happily, biting the licorice wand in his hand.

    "Have you seen him?" Harry asked with a smile, almost stepping into the disappearing steps.

    "Sure, you'll like him, Harry." Sylvia jumped over the steps and smiled softly.

    "You miss him, don't you?" Ron asked. "I heard from Fred and George that he was your favorite uncle."

    "Of course, Ron." Sylvia sighed softly, "I haven't missed him a day in ten years."

    "What kind of person is he? He must be very good at taking care of people? Right?" Harry began to expand his imagination.

    "He." Sylvia laughed, "He's childish to death! You boys..."

    "What happened to the boy?" Ron pouted in dissatisfaction.

    "It's nothing." Sylvia laughed at Fred and George who were fighting in front of her, "A man is a teenager until he dies."

    No doubt, the tradition after Christmas lunch - snowball fights with the Weasleys. The two of them really didn't get tired of playing no matter what.

    "Why should I play with you?" Percy said dissatisfiedly, looking at the little lions who had already started to prepare snowballs.

    "That's exactly six people," Ron suggested. "We can divide into two groups."

    "That must be..." Fred was about to say something when Sylvia immediately stood between Harry and Ron and took their shoulders.

    "Let's fight to the death! Fred! George!" Sylvia's eyes flashed with excitement and danger.

    "Trust me, Harry." Ron and Harry whispered, "With Searle there we basically don't have to do anything, just get ready to win."

    "Who do you look down on? Little Ronnie?" Fred and George raised their eyebrows and hugged their brother from left to right, Percy rolled his eyes.

    As Sylvia expected, the battle ended up being her melee against Fred George. The two of them stared at Sylvia, and she was gradually at a disadvantage by being flanked by the two brothers. Fortunately, Sylvia is small and very flexible.

    "You can run too."

    "Don't hide, let's fight with dignity!" they both shouted.

      "

    "What's up with me?" Ron stared at Sylvia and asked loudly amid laughter. The three of them were eating melons and watching a play on the side.

    "You guys do it!" Sylvia raised her arms, and a snowball hit Percy in the face.

    "Wait for me! Sylvia!" Percy finally joined in chasing after Sylvia, Harry and Ron laughed happily on the side.

    "Hey! You guys!" Sylvia couldn't help laughing, "Is it appropriate for the three of you to chase after me, a weak girl? There are also two children watching the play next to me! Lie down and win. Aren't you lying down like this?"

    "Weak?" Fred rolled his eyes, "Have you ever seen a weak girl who can tie with three boys who are half her height?"

    "Finally admit that I'm good?" Sylvia laughed, despite the snowballs on her.

    "Don't be arrogant!" Percy shouted, obviously fighting spirit, "Do you think we'll let you go?"

    "That's it, Percy!"

    "Cry and beg for mercy!" shouted Fred and George, and the three surrounded Sylvia.

    "Sylvia, you still have us!" Harry shouted, he and Ron attacked the senior boys together, and actually ripped a breakthrough for Sylvia, After Sylvia found the right time to get out, the backhand was a snowball attack.

    "Get out of the way! Percy!"

    "Searle's snowballs can kill!" Fred and George exclaimed and jumped aside.

    "How can it be so exaggerated?" Sylvia grinned and pulled Percy's back collar and stuffed a snowball into it, "It's a half-dead at most!"

    I heard Percy swear words in my lifetime.

    Sylvia was already on the ground laughing so hard, Fred and George were holding their stomachs and laughing so hard, Harry and Ron even more so.

    "You're done! Sylvia!" Percy looked really angry and rushed towards Sylvia with a snowball.

    "Fred! George! Help me!" Sylvia quickly got up from the snow and covered her head to escape.

    "We're not your teammates now, Bunny." Fred watched happily.

    "Percy! Calm down!" Sylvia tried to make peace with Percy, but it seemed that she failed.

    "Don't run!"

    By the time everyone gasped back in front of the fire in the Gryffindor lounge, Sylvia felt like she could rest in peace.

    "This is definitely the greatest amount of exercise I have ever had in my life." She waved her hands and slumped on the sofa. Percy snorted and sat down in one of the armchairs. He had just been tricked by Sylvia again and plunged his head into the snowdrift.

    "Maybe someone wants to play wizard chess?" Ron came to everyone with the chessboard. Now with Harry, Ron could finally get a response.

    "Did you say there's turkey at night?" Harry asked in a good mood. He had a pretty good day today.

    "What turkey do you want? Little Harry." Sylvia snapped her fingers, "I'll treat you to hot pot!"

    The author has something to say:

    I love the girls' dorm talk time hahahahaha

    I also love the part where Harry plays with the Weasley boys at Christmas! ! So I started writing again! ! I haven't changed much from the original dialogue where I received gifts, and the atmosphere in Rowling's writing is really good woo woo woo.

    Now my pages can reach 5000 reviews for each chapter! I don't know if it's because I talk more and more hahaha!

    I really like the Weasleys, so whether it's Charlie, Percy, Ron, Ginny, or Bill or not, I'll be giving a lot of scenes!

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