HP Dear Miss Freak

    "I've been on the Never Island, drinking the fountain of good luck."

    Sylvia always thought Hoddle would be the type that Sirius hated. She thought that if the two met, Sirius would probably call Hoddle a nerd, a brat, or a stinky face. In short, it will not be the same as now, talking about all kinds of anecdotes in the ancestral house.

    Of course, it's basically Sylvia's anecdote at Hogwarts.

    She was deeply moved that Hoddle was really good at dealing with people, he always seemed to be able to find the best mode to get along with each other in a very short period of time. But think about it carefully, as a talented player, Sirius is also an object who can extend an olive branch to Hoddle.

    "Why are you standing? Come and sit." Sirius looked at Sylvia, who was looking at them indifferently with his arms folded on the door frame, and patted the sofa beside him .

    "She is like this, the more you ask her to do anything, she won't." Hoddle shrugged and took a sip of the strong tea from the cup, "At this time, you should follow her and tell her Love it." Sirius nodded as if he was very helpful.

    "Don't always act like you know me well!" Sylvia was really furious, "Also, when will it be your turn to teach Sirius how to get along with his niece already?"

    "If you want to see such an effect, you can be mad at her." Hoddle showed a scheming smile and looked at Sirius, who nodded understandingly. In these days, Sylvia has seen this scene many times.

    "My niece is so cute, right?" Sirius laughed.

    Sylvia rolled her eyes and took the satchel on the hanger and walked towards the door.

    "Where are you going?" Sirius asked loudly.

    "You control me?" Sylvia slammed the door hard.

    "It's interesting for a little girl to get angry." Sirius smiled and nodded, "Is she so angry at school?"

    "Your little niece is very strange, I don't know." Hoddle also laughed, as if the tea cup was filled with euphoria, "Anyway, what are you screaming all day long."

    Men are big hooves.

    Sylvia came to the library with Hermione in anger, but she didn't look like she was here to study, but rather like she was here to set fire to robbery.

    "You've been like this for several days." Hermione couldn't help but snickered while looking at the puffed Sylvia.

    "I just think." Sylvia turned the page of "The Little Prince" fiercely, "Very speechless!"

    "I've heard of that Wulflin." Hermione said cheerfully, "His potions are great! And the history of magic! How much do you think he can get in the O.W.Ls exam? an O?"

    "I'm not interested in how many O's he can get." Sylvia rolled her eyes, "I'm only interested in when he leaves Sirius, if he doesn't leave I'll leave It's gone!"

    "You are obviously friends, why do you seem to have such a big hatred?" Hermione seemed to have heard a lot of gossip.

    "I mean it." Sylvia raised an eyebrow, "Fred and George wrote so many letters to me that Brother Bird would peck me to death. I already Write to Mom and Dad and ask them if I can live in Shabby for a while."

    "You and Ron's two older brothers have a great relationship." Hermione laughed.

    "That's not ordinary." Sylvia said proudly.

    "You really like reading fairy tale books." Hermione flipped through the pile of books beside Sylvia, all of which were fairy tale books she had read as a child, "I thought you would want to find Some Muggle history."

    "I just think that every time I re-read some books, I will have a new insight." Sylvia lined up the stack of fairy tale books, "I give it to Ron's sister every year. Ginny has a new book of fairy tales. I gave away Hans Christian Andersen and Peter Pan before, do you think it's appropriate for me to give away The Little Prince this year?"

    "Why The Little Prince?" Hermione picked up the books and read them one by one.

    "Because I like it." Sylvia smiled a little silly. "Seriously, these three books are my favorite books." Sylvia singled out "The Little Prince", "Peter Pan" and "Alice in Wonderland", "Especially "Peter Pan", I I used to dream of Never Island."

    "Longing for Never Island? But you're from a wizarding family!" Hermione closed the book in front of her, "I also dreamed of Never Island when I was a kid, but then I went to Hogwarts Z, I don't think there's anything more desirable than being there."

    Yes, Sylvia in the last time and space did not expect that she would really receive a letter from the owl.

    "Look here." Sylvia opened "Peter Pan" and showed the book review at the back, "Sooner or later we will forget to fly, firmly believe in the feeling of being down-to-earth, and leave the Never Island One Not going back."

    "It's a pity." Hermione pursed her lips.

    Sylvia pointed to the following content: "However, in our hearts, somewhere inconspicuous, there is always a child who will never grow up, a child who refuses all realistic settings Be sure, trust your imagination to overcome all impossible Peter Pans."

    "That's why you like Peter Pan?" Hermione asked with a wink.

    "Yes." Sylvia smiled softly, "No matter how old I grow up, there will always be a Peter Pan in my heart."

    "This kind of story makes Ron laugh when he sees him." Hermione snorted softly, "Do you believe it? He saw his sister holding a Muggle Fairy tale books, just point and click to find fault."

    "Wizard children don't have as much fun as Muggle children." Sylvia always felt it was a pity, "I have to worry about magic violence tearing down the house at any time!"

    "When I was a kid, I couldn't imagine having kids who didn't know there was never an island." Hermione giggled, "But you knew you were going to Hogwarts since you were kids."

    "The main reason is that there is no island in their hearts, and their minds have become boring at a young age." Sylvia was quite emotional, "I'm quite glad that I was born in such a relaxed atmosphere. Wizard family, or I'll be mad!"

    If I was born into a pure blood wizard family that is very particular about bloodliness, I will definitely be removed from the name?

    "But if you think about it, it's a pity." Sylvia sighed at the thought of Draco, who was the number one in the world at a young age, "You Said, when a wizard child grows up in a family with a heavy atmosphere, receives a blood-first education, and is told that his mission is to bring glory to the family. What kind of child can stand it? And the only fun is playing Quidditch ?"

    This is an area that Hermione can't reach, so she has been staring at it and listening carefully: "Listen to you, wizard children seem to have a very boring life. But you can be exposed to magic from a young age. , it's like a fairy tale to us."

    "I think of a sentence: In this world, everyone has snow, and everyone has their own obscure and bright." Sylvia shrugged, "How long do you stay in the magic world? Years later, you'll understand that wizards and Muggles aren't that different. It's not easy for everyone to be human." She liked the way Hermione listened to her.

    "Of course, we also have fairy tales." Sylvia put her hands on her cheeks and said, "I can tell you a story about the Fountain of Good Luck, which is quite educational and I am very useful. "

    Sylvia always remembered when Andromeda told her "The Story of Bedouin the Poet" and told her: Everyone has misfortune, but as long as you work hard to pursue happiness, you can find it in the end Our own fountain of good luck, because this fountain is our own creation.

    This is what Sylvia has always believed in.

    Fairy tales can always use the most vivid stories to teach you the most profound truths. So Sylvia worked to turn the story she was in into a fairy tale with a happy ending.

    Mrs. Molly really gave Ginny a new, slightly bigger bed. This made her three naive older brothers jealous for days. So much so that when Sylvia came to the Burrow, they began to ramble on and complain.

    "Mom just prefers Ginny!" Ron's words couldn't be more pertinent. After all, there are so many sons and only one daughter. Sylvia thought about it for a while, but decided not to say anything to stimulate them.

    "Ciel!" Ginny ran downstairs as soon as she heard movement downstairs.

    "Tell me about Harry! Sister Sylve!" Fred squeezed his throat and said to Sylvia.

    "Please! How did he get the Philosopher's Stone! It's amazing!" George also said in a thin voice.

    "Fred! George!" Ginny glared at the two brothers who were imitating her, and scolded sharply. Now it seems that the twins are still learning the same way.

    "Ignore them, let's go to the room and talk slowly." Sylvia took the suitcase and pulled Ginny's hand upstairs. She could even retell the entire Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone to little Ginny.

    "You'll regret saying that!" Ron shouted from below, "I've told her about it several times this summer!"

    "You're clearly complimenting yourself on how handsome you are playing wizard chess!" Ginny stomped her foot hard. Sylvia always felt that this kick shook the old stairs of their house a few times.

    "You have to admit, Kim. Ron did play a very good game of chess." Sylvia smiled and rubbed her head, "Your brother is also worth letting go. You are proud."

    "That's what you said." Ginny opened the bedroom door and pulled Sylvia to sit down on the new bed, "I really want you to be my sister-in-law, but I There are so many brothers and none of them are reliable!"

    Sylvia opened her mouth, not knowing what to say for a while. This sentence makes sense.

    "Oh! Bill! My big brother Bill!" Ginny's eyes suddenly lighted up, and Sylvia almost thought she was possessed by Angelina, "William Weasley, he He was the student council president at Hogwarts! And he got the top 12! Now he's a spell-breaker in Gringotts, Egypt! And I bet he's the coolest boy I've ever met."

    "You..." Sylvia felt amused inexplicably, "You calm down, Kim. I dare say that with the sound insulation of your house, the whole family can hear that you want to match me and your eldest brother. already."

    "I dare say they want you to be our family too." Ginny was so excited that if Sylvia hadn't pressed her, she would have jumped up on the bed," Mom and Dad like you, and I bet they think so too! I'll go find Mom now!"

    "Don't go!" Sylvia hurriedly grabbed Ginny. Fred was right, Ginny would definitely be taller than her in two years. And she is definitely stronger than her. Sylvia was almost pulled up and taken away by Ginny just now.

    "Mom talks about you every day, and she talks about you the most besides Harry!" Ginny wanted to pull Sylvia up, but the latter hugged the bed in a panic The head refused to let go, "She must really want you to be her daughter-in-law."

    "Then according to your logic, she must really want Harry to be her son-in-law?" Sylvia muttered, and the next second she was hugged by Ginny angrily and overwhelmed on the bed.

    Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted the girls' play. But before the two of them could say anything, the door was opened by the hurried twins.

    "Something happened! Bunny! Hurry up and stop my mother!" Fred just wanted to get close, but Ginny grabbed the umbrella next to the bed, so he could only continue to stand at the door.

    "Really! It's too late! Only you can save us!" George jumped up and down behind Fred.

    "How can you break into a girl's room like this!" Ginny stared at her two brothers, her face flushed with anger, quite like her mother, "I will give I am going out!"

    "Let's get down to business! Don't make trouble!" Fred rarely stared at his little sister like this.

    "Ciel, come with us!" George slammed the door frame in a hurry.

    "What happened?" Sylvia remembered but Ginny was still on top of her.

    "Humph! What else could it be?" Ginny raised her head arrogantly, "The two of them have been playing their tricks all summer, and Mommy found out!"

    "She's going to lose all our tricks!" Fred and George said in unison.

    "Where is she now?" Sylvia hurriedly got out from under Ginny and strode out the door.

    "At the speed of mommy."

    "And she's getting angry." Fred and George hurriedly followed.

    "It's probably already at the door!" They both shouted in unison. Sylvia hurriedly quickened her pace and ran downstairs in three steps.

    Mrs. Molly was indeed walking out with a bag. Sylvia was very glad that she stopped her at the door.

    "Aunt Molly!" Sylvia walked around to Mrs. Molly with a flattering smile. Since she changed her name to Auntie, Mrs. Molly clearly liked her more.

    "Sylvia? They asked you to be a lobbyist?" Mrs. Molly smiled when she saw Sylvia, she couldn't like the girl in front of her any more. Even though she knew that the two stinky boys had decided this and called the little girl here.

    "Come on, Aunt Molly. They both love to joke around. If you do something wrong, don't take it to heart." Sylvia said, trying to put the sack first. bring here.

    But Mrs. Molly was very tight: "Don't be deceived by the two of them. They asked you to persuade me just because I liked you as a child."

    "I know, I know. Auntie, please calm down. These are all made by them, it's a pity to lose it. You think so?" Sylvia hugged Mrs. Molly said with a smile on her shoulder.

    "They do this every day when they are not doing their jobs. Searle, you should help me keep an eye on them. What do you think they will do after this?" When Mrs. Molly mentioned this, the expression on her face immediately He became angry, "they have been worrying since they were young! I thought that going to Hogwarts would make them more interested in learning. I didn't expect them to be doing these useless things all day long!"

    "Auntie, they are fine. Your sons are great." Sylvia said in a well-behaved tone with a sweet smile. Madam Molly's hand finally loosened, and Sylvia hurriedly took the bag and hid it behind her.

    How much did they do in a summer? so heavy?

    "What are they good for? Have they done anything useful?" Mrs. Molly softened a little.

    "They brought happiness to everyone." Sylvia said softly, patting Mrs. Molly's back lightly.

    "What's the use of being happy?" The mother of the twins obviously does not eat this set.

    "I think..." Sylvia looked at Madam Molly seriously.

    "It's a great thing to bring happiness to everyone." Sylvia smiled and showed her little tiger teeth, her eyes sparkling like hidden stars.

    Mrs. Molly looked at Sylvia and finally smiled: "You can speak for them. Okay, let them go this time."

    "Thank you, Aunt Molly! I thank you for both of them! If they dare to upset you! I'll beat them up!" Sylvia quickly kissed Mrs. Molly's cheek and mentioned He hurriedly walked in with the bag, for fear that Mrs. Molly would suddenly regret it.

    Sylvia saw the twins leaning on either side of the door as soon as she entered the door, obviously paying close attention to the situation outside. Both of them looked at Sylvia, who had returned victorious, with expressions she had never seen before.

    "Get it." Sylvia shoved the bag into Fred's arms.

    "Thank you." Fred pursed his lips unnaturally, and said softly with a softness he had never felt before.

    "What do you say thank you? We thank you so much!" Sylvia smiled and patted his shoulder. This kid has grown taller again, so he won't even bother to pat him on the shoulder in the future, will he?

    "Really, thank you." Fred said seriously again. The first to support their dreams was Sylvia. Now it was Sylvia who convinced their mother to be proud of them. Fred couldn't explain how he felt, but he wanted to hug her tightly at the moment and say thank you.

    "As expected of our good buddies." George patted Sylvia's shoulder carelessly.

    "Alright, alright, go and put away all your tricks." Sylvia smiled and walked upstairs, "I'll go look for Ginny, and I'll knock on the door if I have something to do. ."

    George looked at his troubled brother and put him on his shoulder. Ever since he met Sylvia, Fred always inadvertently showed expressions that he had never seen before.

    "George, Bunny said, it's great that we bring joy to everyone." Fred murmured and laughed.

    "Of course I heard that too." George patted Fred on the back, "I think it's time for us to surprise her."

    Fred's eyes lit up, he took two steps up the stairs, took Sylvia's shoulders, and whispered: "Come out quietly at midnight, don't be discovered by Ginny."

    Sylvia didn't look back and made an ok gesture, and continued to walk to the girl's room.

    It was almost midnight, Sylvia sneaked out of the room.

    "Here, Bunny." Fred waved from the corridor window.

    They are...in the car!

    Sylvia came to the window and smiled at the little blue Ford car. Fred opened the passenger's door and George waved from the driver's seat.

    "Give me your hand." Fred leaned forward and reached out to Sylvia. In the zero o'clock moonlight, the wind blew through his hair and neckline, as well as his dashing smile.

    Sylvia couldn't help but think of that sentence: Yushu Linfeng is a young boy.

    "Are you Peter Pan?" She smiled and took Fred's hand and sat together on the co-pilot's leather seat. She had fantasized that she was Wendy, and one night Peter Pan reached out to her from the window. The scene just now was as beautiful as a dream.

    "Who is that? Are you in love with the new Muggle star again?" Fred frowned, but his smile continued, and he reached out and scratched the bridge of her nose." I'm Fred, you little freak."

    "I know!" Sylvia smiled and patted George on the shoulder, "Drive, George!"

    "Where do you want to go?" George stepped on the accelerator, and the car wobbled and sped toward the moon.

    "Go to Neverland!" Sylvia cheered and rolled down the car window to let the strong wind slap her cheeks.

    "Are you sick again?" Fred hurriedly hugged her, for fear that she would suddenly jump out of the car.

    "Where is that?" George controlled the steering wheel with one hand and rested his elbow on the window to support his head.

    "I've found my Never Island." Sylvia took Fred's shoulder, "I should have thought I was in it."

    "Leave her alone, George." Fred smiled and rolled his eyes, "Nonsense all day long."

    The wizarding world told little Sylvia that as long as she worked hard, she could get the fountain of good luck. The Muggle world told little Sylvia that as long as you have the original intention, you can find the Neverland.

    How lucky I got it either way.

    Sylvia looked at the two red-haired boys beside her, and laughed recklessly.

    The author has something to say:

    Fred's heartbeat!

    "It is a great thing to bring happiness to everyone." This is what my friend said to me. (I hope I remember correctly, she should say me at the time hahahahaha) This sentence is very useful, really. For me, at least, I've always been grateful that she said that to me at the time. It's valuable to let me know that I've been a limited comedian for my friends hahaha. So I think that's enough to take Fred and Seale's relationship one step further. Hey friends who climbed the wall, I didn't expect it, it's actually Fred's candy down there hahahahaha!

    I saw some comments that I was very relieved to read my articles, all of which are cookies, which made me look at the development behind it and it started to feel like a pint. Let me put it this way, I have the experience of secretly wiping tears when typing in the middle of the night. (Wiping tears may also be touched, not necessarily a knife, but there must be a knife. Children will not grow up without experiencing anything)