HP Dear Miss Freak

    "The road may be difficult, but fortunately I have you."

    Fred and George found that this time the blow was not something Sylvia could solve by sleeping. Although she still went to get out of class as usual, occasionally gags, and occasionally joked, she always felt that she was hiding her bad mood in her heart.

    Sylvia has written Dora several letters asking about her and her father's situation, but the reply is that everything is going well, and Sirius' letter is full of sympathy for Malfoy rebuke. She knew that in this matter, Lucius would frantically suppress the Tonks and his daughter at the Ministry of Magic.

    This is something Sylvia never thought of.

    If what she's doing is going to hurt her family, then some **** about Draco's transformation plan will have nothing to do with her in the first place.

    Am I still too naive? In one of Dumbledore's labor services, she once asked everyone's good principal like this, and the answer she got was that kind smile and affirmation of her character.

    She suddenly seemed to find that everything was not so simple anymore.

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    "You should say a few words less at this time." Sylvia reopened the textbook irritably, but only stayed open, "My family keeps everything from me, I If you can still concentrate on this damned potions paper, it would be too lackluster, right?"

    "What if you know?" Hoddle held his head and smiled at her, "Go punch the Minister of Magic? I bet his father won't come to you trouble."

    "I understand what you mean." Sylvia slumped on the chair in frustration, "I understand what Mom and Dad mean, too. But I'm just uncomfortable. I hate this feeling of powerlessness ."

    "You really lost this battle too ugly." Hoddle shook his head regretfully, "The price of meddling."

      Professor Lido, like my family."

    "Sirius wrote me a letter." Hoddle flipped a page of the book gently, "He said that when you are thinking about these useless big truths, I must divert you attention and have some fun for you."

    "Then he's really looking for the wrong person, you're making fun of me?" Sylvia snorted, "Shouldn't this kind of thing be Fred and George's job?"

    "You should be very fortunate that you have such a family, who support you unconditionally, and only hope that you are happy and do what you like." Hoddle's eyes fell on the book, it seemed to be transparent again Reading a book and reading something else.

    Sylvia looked at Hoddle, she vaguely felt that he was finally going to talk about herself.

    And her instincts have always been accurate.

    "I have to meet their standards to keep their mouths shut and not let them limit my life." Hoddle raised his eyebrows and pretended to be casual.

    “Every parent thinks they’re very good at being a parent, but it turns out that very few really do it well.” Sylvia nodded thoughtfully, and she found this out Also applies to the Malfoys, "But I didn't expect you to grow up in a repressed family. Is that why you're always so independent?"

    "No, no, no repression, I love them very much." Hoddle waved his hand, "It's just that they want me to stay in London to continue my research on magical theory. Write a book, publish it , to win an award, and to contribute to the magical world. And I want to leave here and go to a farther place to have a look myself instead of relying on words." He scratched his head and continued to support his head to read: "So I have to find a balance Point, I complete all the academic targets they gave me in exchange for my freedom."

    "I really admire you." Sylvia stared at the textbook, but did not let her brain receive any content, "If that little master could learn something outside earlier and grow up Enough."

      already."

    "Yeah, I don't give big Malfoy face again and again. He probably never saw anyone dare to challenge his father." Sylvia sneered, "What's more He calls it a **** Hogwarts student."

    Hoddle shook his finger with a smile: "I mean, you probably made that young master start thinking about whether his father is completely right."

    Sylvia watched Hoddle ponder, and the latter seemed to think the conversation had been long enough to bury it in his book.

    "I said you were stupid." Hoddle suddenly laughed without looking up.

    "You'll die if you don't say that I'm stupid?" Sylvia rolled her eyes at him.

      Put your face down."

    "It's a coincidence, I also want to save face." Sylvia organized the textbook and parchment in her arms, "I'll go first, see you, Mr. Waughlin."

    "I hope next time I see you not picking a mouse spleen in Professor Snape's office, Miss Tonks." Hoddle expressed his best wishes.

    As soon as Sylvia left, Draco couldn't sit still and followed. But it's not that the girl is throwing her temper, it's that Sylvia really doesn't want to get into troubled waters.

    "Wait! Tonks!" Draco quickly caught up.

    "Hello, Master Malfoy." Sylvia stopped and turned to face him, "How can I help you?"

    "I..." Draco pursed his lips tightly, as if it was difficult to speak. Sylvia didn't speak, waited quietly for three seconds and then turned to leave.

    "Malfoy will not treat those who helped Malfoy badly." Draco said with a frown, Sylvia stopped again, turned sideways and waited for his next sentence, "I told my mom that you rescued me before or I'd fall off the stand. So I don't think mom and dad will make it harder for your family."

    "Then I really thank you." Sylvia twitched the corners of her mouth.

    "Malfoy never forgets a favor." Draco would never let go of his burden, Sylvia knew very well. This guy was telling himself in such awkward words that he felt that what he had always held for him was kindness.

    "Not all friendliness is for reward." Sylvia shook her head, "I didn't push you back to the stands because I didn't want to ruin your family with this."

    "I don't understand!" Draco frowned and raised his voice, "I don't understand a lot of things you do! Why don't you ever say anything? You are completely You can take credit in front of Dumbledore for this! Even take credit in front of my parents!"

    "Otherwise, why do people always call me a freak?" Sylvia shrugged, "I don't understand why it matters? It's not that everything needs a reason."

    Draco stared, looking like he was trying to solve his various doubts. Hoddle was right, he was starting to re-examine himself.

    "Do you, like Saint Potter, think you're so great?" Draco looked extremely distressed. He still can't learn to use some kind words.

    "Great? I have caused considerable harm to my family, and I am extremely stupid." Sylvia laughed dryly.

    "You insulted my father!"

    "Your father insulted my family more than once. You can understand a lot of things if you can put a little bit of perspective." Sylvia's gaze made Draco shift uncomfortably. He opened his eyes, "I don't understand either. Do you really think I'm an unbearable bastard? Do you really think I should accept this contempt for granted?"

    "I said, I don't want to do it that way, and I don't want to force you to bow your head in that way." Draco said in a low voice, "I'm... sorry about that."

    "It's your father who should be sorry for this." Sylvia waved her hands to leave, "You know what you really should be sorry for."

    "I can't apologize to her! No way!"

    "I never thought of asking you to apologize." Sylvia looked back at him, "You're so smart, you don't need anyone to tell you what to do and what not to do. You You don't need to bow to anyone, as long as you have enough confidence."

    And this time, I just didn't have enough confidence.

    Those gossip rumors on campus usually come and go quickly, but everything that falls on Sylvia seems to be an exception. On the road, she will always receive admiring glances from many people, and many people will laugh at her wanton.

    "When did you finish writing your paper?" Fred lay on the table opposite Sylvia and looked at her.

    "Our Muggle studies are due soon, will you help us?" George put his hands on his brother's shoulders behind Fred and folded his head on the on Fred's head.

    "You two are too cute, aren't you?" Sylvia looked at them and finally laughed heartily.

    "Holy shit, I don't want cute at all."

    "How can such a word be used to describe a boy?" Fred and George rolled their eyes at the same time, quickly left each other, and sat on either side of Sylvia.

    "Why not? Isn't that a good word?" Sylvia cheerfully wrote the final period on the paper at hand, "Parchment, here."

    Hearing this, they both scrambled to take out their textbooks and two long pieces of parchment. Fred and George couldn't choose ancient runes and arithmetic divination like Sylvia, but they needed someone to help with their homework, so they used their smart little brains to choose Muggles who could know Sylvia without classes. Research and Conservation of Magical Creatures lessons that you can do on your own.

    "Your pen is running out of ink, I have one." Fred handed a quill graciously.

    "I think it's fine." Sylvia still took the quill. She took a deep breath and scribbled several lines.

    "You should have gone to bed earlier, look at your dark circles." Fred lay on his side and looked at Sylvia's super-fast hand speed and at her face, "I don't know I thought that little **** got revenge on you with two punches."

    "You've been looking bad lately, buddy." George nodded in agreement, "Mum will definitely scream if she sees it."

    "I'll wait for the two of you to invent a trick that will allow me to write papers while sleeping." Sylvia was able to chat a few words while he was busy, "You don't know how many papers there are in ancient rune. Difficult to write."

    "You should have chosen the same one as us." Fred immediately became proud, "Look, you can write such a long Muggle research paper in ten minutes."

    "Take it a little, buddy, and let us take O again and again." George pretended to nod deeply, "You have to give other students a chance."

    "Good suggestion, I will pay attention." Sylvia smiled and wrote down a line.

    "By the way, are you writing a little slower today?" Fred looked at the parchment that was just over halfway through.

    "Is there a time when you can be stumped?" George was inexplicably gloating.

    "Don't you want me to write slower?" Sylvia looked at her watch and said slowly.

    "Of course we want you to write it soon!" they both said in unison.

    "Three, two, one." Sylvia looked at her watch after writing the period, "Okay, happy fifteenth birthday to me!"

    "Happy Birthday Bunny!"

    "Happy birthday to Searle!" Fred and George immediately cheered.

    At this moment, the quill in Sylvia's hand suddenly thumped, and her hand relaxed subconsciously. The original quill was turned into a small rubber toy, and it was a little rabbit who was beating up a little snake, and even threw it up and smashed it on the table.

    "This is a gift?" Sylvia covered her mouth and laughed, she seemed to see a fake wand invented by the two of them in the future.

    "Have fun, Bunny, you don't look like you at all." Fred patted Sylvia on the shoulder.

    "This is only part of it, there's more to come." George looked rather smug.

    "Follow me." Fred and George exchanged glances and led Sylvia out of the common room.

    Since the incident of dropping out, Sylvia has become a lot better. The familiar night tour has become full of freshness. Sylvia even had a feeling of being reborn, and the late-night campus was clearly her home ground.

    "Where is this going?" Sylvia pulled Fred's cuff and followed him closely.

    "How long has it been since you came out for a night tour and didn't recognize the way?" Fred smiled and rubbed her head, "Then you can just expect it."

    "What is George going to get?" Sylvia didn't like this feeling of selling out. She had to sell it.

    "You know what? We've developed **** that can track targets! I've learned the spell that I used on the snowball last year." Fred didn't answer her question. He continued with a proud face.

    "You're looking good! Fred!" Sylvia patted his shoulder happily, "I dare say that your merchandise will soon become a hit in the school. payment!"

    "Doing business in school? George and I have really thought about this." Fred's eyes lit up, "I don't know how the reaction will be."

    "I promise you that there will be no one in the whole school who is not interested in your products." Sylvia said quite confidently.

    "What else is there to say? And I can assure you that no one in the whole school dares to fight against us." Fred gave Sylvia a bright smile.

    "Thank you for thinking of ways to make me happy every day." Sylvia smiled and shrugged, "I've been a bit dull these days, but eating a lot will make me wiser. Next At one point I thought I'd find a better solution."

    "Next time I'll beat him first." Fred withdrew his smile and held Sylvia's hand.

    They had already walked out of Hogwarts Castle, and the thick dark clouds blocked almost all the light, adding to the silence and gloom of the night. Sylvia didn't know where the muddy underfoot was going to lead, but Sylvia could clearly see the hatred in Fred's eyes when he pretended to say those words casually.

    I originally wanted to say "Isn't my lesson enough to remind you not to do this?", but the next second, this sentence was inexplicably left behind by Sylvia.

    It really feels good to have someone unconditional asylum. This is especially true for Sylvia, who has been trying to protect everyone and look mature.

    Stay with Fred and never worry about the atmosphere. He quickly dropped the gnashing of teeth and reverted to his usual hippie smile, talking about how they were playing tricks on some Slytherin students these days.

    "The Quidditch pitch?" Sylvia snorted as she stepped onto the familiar greenery, "Aren't you the one Oliver hired to give me training?" Tian was often absent from training because of his labor service, and Oliver was so motivated this semester that he could not wait to practice more every day.

    "You're right." Fred responded, "Give me a hundred sloth rolls, do you want me to show you a demonstration?"

    "I want you to demonstrate?" Sylvia snorted disdainfully.

    "I play this trick quite well." Fred snorted disdainfully.

    "What's so good about you playing it well?" Sylvia laughed, "Do you need to dodge the Bludgers? Mr. Batter?"

    "I'll hit you in the face one day sooner or later!" Fred raised his fist and laughed, "Believe it or not, I'll show you a sloth hugging a tree now. roll?"

    Just when the two were about to fight again, George came to the court with dual bats: "Yo! Where are you making trouble? I can hear your voices outside the court. . Fred, where's the box?"

    "This is it." Fred walked into the team's lounge and took out the box with Quidditch supplies, crouched beside the box, and patted the dust on it like a treasure .

    "After the last training, the two of you had to help carry the box back, just to hide it?" Sylvia folded her arms and smiled, "I'll just say you How could the two of you have such good intentions? Sure enough, there is nothing to be courteous, and either a traitor or a thief."

    "Small conscientious, this is part of our careful design for your birthday." Fred quickly pulled the laces on Sylvia's small leather shoes, provoking the latter to make a gesture. Step on him.

    "And the most important part." George handed Fred's bat to Sylvia, "I'm sure you'll like it."

    "You'd better think about it before you say you don't like it." Fred said threateningly, taking George's bat.

    This is the bat that Sylvia gave them both. It can be seen that the two people who are used to being casual, treat this gift very thoughtfully.

    "Ready?" Fred slammed the bat on the shoulder.

    "What are you going to do? Are you going to fight with you?"

    "Remember that auto-tracking spell I told you about?" Fred gestured to his brother to start. "We used it on Bludgers."

    "And the target—it's you!" George turned on the switch that restrained the Bludgers, and the huge ball jumped into the air like a madman and slammed into Sylvia.

    In an instant, Sylvia did not hesitate at all, and swiped the bat with all her strength to smash the crazy Bludger out for a long distance.

    "Are you cool?" Fred made a gaze motion, then smiled and looked at the excited Sylvia.

    "My bat just works." Fred raised his eyebrows proudly as he watched the Bludgers shrink, "Looks like you're a good batter too. ."

    "But unfortunately, Gryffindor already has the two of us." George said and released another Bludger, "Your double happiness! Searle!"

    "Received!" After Sylvia threw a Bludger away happily, she turned and gave another ball a full blow. Attacking two **** at the same time does bring more than double the pleasure. No kidding, this was simply her happiest moment in a while.

    Oliver always said that Fred and George are like two Bludgers, maybe he has long been a metaphor that Fred and George are twice as happy as Sylvia.

    This is really the most level sentence that wood has ever said.

    Sylvia laughed in complete disregard for the image.

    "I hit you until you are happy today." Fred was very satisfied to see the open smile on Sylvia's face, and the cute little tiger teeth, "That's Malfoy's head, Hit him hard!"

    "We'll play with you until dawn!" George had already sat down, and he always seemed to enjoy the presence of Fred and Sylvia in the same frame in front of his eyes.

    "Die ね! Die ね! Die ね!" Sylvia found that speaking Japanese at this time could better express her excited emotions. Fred and George just took it for granted that something was wrong with her and laughed.

    Until Sylvia's arm could no longer swing the bat, and before the Bludger smashed her head, Fred quickly got in front of her and played a pretty clean shot one strike.

    "Pretty." Sylvia did not hesitate to praise her.

    "You don't even see who I am?" Fred scratched his nose proudly and smashed the flying Bludger into the air, "You're still too weak, Not fit to be a hitter."

    "Get out of the way! I can still kill!" Sylvia couldn't contain her excitement, she pushed Fred who was in the way and swung the bat fiercely. It's a pity that it was empty this time, but she quickly crouched down and flashed, and re-aimed to give it a knowing blow.

    "Cool!" George smiled and applauded in a rather exaggerated gesture.

    "You couldn't do it just now, did you?" Sylvia defiantly looked at Fred who had just knocked a Bludger into the air. As a small person, her agility is definitely unmatched by twins.

    "Do I need it? Who is as stupid as you can't even hit the ball." Fred continued to grab a ball without caring, "Let's play? The old way, a silver Siko."

    "Get out of the way! Don't rob me! It's all mine!" Sylvia shot one without showing weakness.

    "Are you afraid of losing to me?"

    "This is my present! Fred! No! Xu! And! Me! Grab!"

    "You can't move so much, and you won't be able to lift your hands tomorrow. Don't lift the cauldron directly in Potions class."

    "I said it! It's all! Mine! Fred Weasley!"

    Sylvia felt an adrenaline rush. Asking her to be obedient to the status quo is the biggest constraint on her. She has always belonged to the sky, and she was born on the road of chasing excitement and freedom.

    Fred was in a good mood looking at the girl who was full of ambition and laughing. He likes Sylvia like this, like the whole world belongs to her.

    The author has something to say:

    Here! Annual Birthday Chapter! Remember the old rules? So this year's gift is a big hit! !

    Xiaolong is reflecting, please give him more time to grow up!

    The original family has a great influence on a child's growth, so Xiaolong has a long way to go.

    Sometimes I wonder if I wrote Huo Ge's character too much hahahaha. Well, but the emotional entanglement between Hogge and Searle, Fred and Searle, the three of them is really my biggest headache. That's why I have a manuscript but I'm posting it slowly, because I'll be revising it all the time.

    So everyone, you can pay more attention to the drama of the three of them. My pace is slow and the story is told slowly, I think you can understand Searle. Understand her various practices and choices.

    Many people ask me about writing sidelines or sidelines. I know you'll have a lot of regrets if Horsey isn't together. (Wouldn't you be sorry if Fred and Seale weren't together!) Closer to home, as I mentioned with Angelina and Gemini. This requires opportunity and sparks. This is destiny, this is life. There is no such thing as either. Forgive me for being unwavering in this regard.

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