HP Dear Miss Freak

    "It never feels good to sit on the sidelines. Sylvia finds that she still likes to meddle."

    "Ginny?" Sylvia returned to the Gryffindor lounge ahead of schedule after the pre-match training leave. She saw Ginny in the hallway of the girls' dormitory, and the little girl was obviously taken aback.

    "Searle?" Ginny's smile was stiff, she turned the bag behind her to block it, "Aren't you training?"

    "Are you okay?" Sylvia frowned and walked up to her, the girl trembling nervously as she approached. Sylvia stopped immediately, and Ginny had been too hard this year.

    "I'm fine." Ginny immediately panicked when she saw Sylvia's hesitant steps, "I'm just, just…"

    "You may have something on your mind, but if you want, you can come and talk to me at any time." Sylvia smiled and pointed in the direction of her dormitory, nodded and left.

    "Wait!" Ginny caught up and pulled the door that Sylvia was about to close, "I have a question for you."

    "You said." Sylvia opened the door to let Ginny in, but the little girl insisted on standing at the door.

    "You taught Malfoy because he had to pay for what he did wrong, right?" Ginny stared at her beautiful eyes, as if eager for some answer to appease her. disturbed.

    "Yes." Sylvia nodded.

    "You said that it will be paid back sooner or later, right? If someone does something wrong, he must be punished." Ginny said seriously, "Everyone has to pay for their own Act responsibly! But...there is also a chance to be forgiven right? Remedy right? Despite his excesses? Even though he might be Slytherin's heir? He might have planned this crime?"

    "Draco Malfoy he will suffer sooner or later." Sylvia looked at Ginny and always felt that she was metaphorical, "Of course he can change. Growing up with a kid who was always making mistakes? Remember the Little Prince I gave you? And I never thought he was violent, or heinous."

    "You don't think he's a bad guy though?" Ginny didn't breathe a sigh of relief, "What if he did it? What would you think?"

    "The lesson he's going to learn is inescapable." Sylvia seemed to understand that she was metaphorically speaking, "Kim, although I say this, Hogwarts is still very tolerant towards students. of…"

    "In "The Little Prince", it is said that it is much harder to judge yourself than to judge others." Ginny took a deep breath and said sternly, "He is so cowardly and incompetent, you can say so many good things for him, Then I will not run away."

    Sylvia watched her turn away and was at a loss for a moment. Ginny has experienced a whole year of spiritual struggle, and she is stronger and more courageous than she imagined.

      It is also said in The Little Prince that you can only see clearly with your heart. No matter what problem you encounter, Kim, just follow your own heart. I believe you can do it better than anyone else."

    Ginny paused, nodded and left Sylvia's field of vision immediately. She's not just the girl waiting to be rescued by the savior. Whether she lost the diary or grabbed the diary again, she has been fighting and trying to make up for her mistakes.

    The Iron Triangle did not tell Sylvia about the diary, which made her a little regretful. It looked like she wasn't reliable enough. But she was really too busy. There are endless labor services, endless papers, and endless trick research for the twins. It was then that she suddenly remembered that tomorrow was the day Hermione and Penello were killed.

    "The perfect weather for a Quidditch game!" Oliver exclaimed at the Gryffindor table as he filled everyone's plate with scrambled eggs. " Hey! Harry, cheer up, you need a good breakfast."

    Today's weather is really too good. When she came to the auditorium in the morning, Sylvia was chatting with Cedric and Rebecca about this wonderful morning, threatening each other that her academy would win. Although Sylvia knew that today's game would definitely be canceled.

    "Why are you so dull?" Oliver looked at Sylvia, every game, besides him, the most confident person was his strategist.

    "I-I'm tired." Sylvia made a rather lame excuse. She kept looking at Penello on the Ravenclaw long table, always feeling very uncomfortable.

    "I think you can eat it when you go to Ravenclaw." Fred said dissatisfiedly, and gave George the first glance when he wanted to point to some sour food again.

    "What nonsense are you talking about." Sylvia immediately looked back.

    "You don't have to stare all the time, even on a date, right?" Fred glanced at the Ravenclaw flower peacock, "Don't tell me that's how girls fall in love? No."

    "We're not dating!" Sylvia grinned and stuffed a pie in her mouth, "I'm not looking at him either!"

    "So you basically go to the library every day to read in the library?" George laughed.

    "Otherwise?" Sylvia rolled her eyes, "You listen to what Angie and the others said, right? I don't like Waughlin! I'm not dating him either!"

    "You don't have to hide from us that you are dating him." George smiled cheerfully, "We must be happy for your love! Right? Fred?"

    Yeah—you! Fred was so mad at the thought of Sylvia and Hoddle going to London that he wanted to go straight to the **** flower peacock and fight. Two people go out to play alone! He has never!

    "Too considerate, George. But, no!" Sylvia felt it was necessary to dispel the misunderstanding between the two of them.

    "Are you crazy? He is handsome and a prefect, why don't such a good boy think about it?" George looked happy.

    "My illusion? You look very upset, Fred." Sylvia squinted at him.

    "Sure." Fred looked at her, "I thought I was your best friend."

    "Of course." Sylvia kept staring at him, she almost stumbled with her left foot and fell with her right foot, but Fred hooked her shoulder firmly, "What's the matter? Doubtful?"

    "I'm not happy that you spend every day with him." Fred drew her closer, "You can't have new friends and forget old ones, isn't it unconscionable? of?"

    "My God, Fred." Sylvia laughed in disbelief, "How can you be as sensitive as a little girl in this regard?"

    "Fuck you." Fred let go of his arms and walked towards the court.

    "Eh-" Sylvia suddenly noticed the figure of the Iron Triangle and stopped following Fred.

    "That voice!" Harry suddenly turned his head and looked back, "I heard it again, did you hear it?" Ron stared and shook his head, obviously a little inexplicable, but Hermione A sudden slap on the forehead.

    "Harry! I suddenly realized something! I'm going to the library!" Hermione hurried in the direction of the library, but was caught by her as she passed Sylvia Pulled.

    "Hermione, you go to the library? Can you wait in the library until I finish the game to find you? Last time we said..." When she said it, she immediately regretted it, "Forget it, leave me alone, we'll have a chance to talk again."

    If Hermione had been left in the library by herself, Penello would probably have stared into the basilisk's eyes and died on the spot without getting her prompt. Sylvia looked at the way Hermione nodded and ran away, and found that it was also right that the plan could not keep up with the changes. Even if she notified the two girls, the basilisk infestation likely had other victims.

    "Why are you alone? Where is Fred?" George was a little surprised when he arrived.

    "He's not very temperamental lately." Sylvia waved his hand and walked to the court with him, "You boys also care about who your friends are having a good time with? "This scene has only been encountered in the last time and space, and Sylvia doesn't like girls' intrigue at all.

    "He doesn't care about that." George took Sylvia's shoulder and shook his head regretfully, "But you're getting better and better with that Waughlin. You're sure not Heartbroken?"

    "Fuck your heart!" Sylvia rolled her eyes immediately, "Why don't you ask me and you two to be as good as triplets all day long and not heartbroken?"

    "Yes! Why aren't you excited?"

    "You forgive me!" Sylvia laughed.

    As soon as they came to the team lounge, they saw Fred and Angelina chatting hotly. George smiled and shook his head again, looking helpless, especially when he saw the expression on Sylvia's face: "Look, am I right?"

    How can I enlighten my brother and my friends? This became George's most distressing question.

    "Tell the truth, Sylvia." George leaned close to Sylvia's ear, "You treat Fred differently than others?"

    "Isn't it obvious enough that I am good to you?" Sylvia took George's shoulder and pressed him down hard.

    "You know I don't mean you and we are as good as triplets." George struggled to find the words in his head, "I want you to be our Weasleys. a molecule."

    Sylvia stared at him for a long time, her ears were full of the laughter of Fred and the three Chaser girls, she slowly said: "Isn't that mean? "

    "You two are equally dull in this respect, quite a good match." George rolled his eyes, patted Sylvia on the shoulder and squeezed to his brother's side.

    Sylvia narrowed her eyes, and before she could think of anything, Oliver pulled him to discuss today's tactics. As we all know, Gryffindor captain Oliver Wood likes to modify tactics before the game, and he never tires of it.

    Despite the many surprises this year, Quidditch matches are always exciting. Sylvia sighed lightly as she watched the players walking towards the arena amid cheers. Oliver jumped into the air with excitement, flying around the goal post to warm up. Mrs Hooch released the ball. Sylvia saw Cedric gathering with her teammates to discuss tactics at the last minute, while Rebecca in the stands slashed her neck.

    "Contest cancelled."

    Coming.

    Sylvia watched Professor McGonagall hurried into the arena, her voice spread through the microphone to every corner of the arena, and the crowd immediately booed and shouted in dissatisfaction.

    "But Professor!" Oliver shouted as he descended to the ground, "We must play! House Cup...Gryffindor..."

    Oliver seems to be the biggest victim of this. Sylvia got up and gathered around her teammates.

    "All students must return to the common room of the college, where the person in charge of the college will tell you more about the situation. Please leave as soon as possible!" After she finished speaking, she put down the microphone and signaled Harry went over, "Potter, I think you'd better come with me."

    When Sylvia returned to the lounge, she unexpectedly received news that Hermione and Penello had been killed.

    "Your little angel is lying in the medical wing." Fred came to Sylvia and sat down, "Why don't you seem to be responding?"

      The mandrakes can be harvested when it warms up, and all the students in the medical wing will be rescued."

    "But you have to go to the medical wing now." Percy came over. "Your new labor service is here, go and help Madam Pomfrey."

    "We'll accompany you." Fred and George looked at them politely.

    "I- will go with you." Percy seemed a little nervous. The Weasley boys are really good at understanding. Sylvia couldn't help sighing.

    "Let's go then." She got up and walked out first.

    "Why do you want to come too?" Fred hooked his brother's shoulder.

    "In order to supervise work? Dedicated and good prefect Percy?" George also put on Percy's shoulder.

    "Are you two annoying?" Percy frowned and shook off their arms.

    Sylvia didn't expect the next scene to turn out like this. As soon as she arrived in the medical wing, she saw Hoddle, Cho, and Marietta, who had come to see her, surrounded by Penello's bed. Boy, the disgust in Percy's eyes was beyond Fred's reach. I don't know if I thought that the Waughlins and the Weasleys also had a feud.

    "Prefect Waughlin! It's her!" Marietta was the one who couldn't read the air the most. "She must have come to you."

    "It's not really, Miss Akemore." Sylvia interrupted her excitement, "I'm here to find Madam Pomfrey." She and her His friends waved and looked at Hermione, then knocked on Madam Pomfrey's office door.

    "Ravenclaw is so annoying." Fred whispered, glancing over there.

    "What nonsense are you talking about?" Percy immediately retorted righteously, which startled his two younger brothers. But he immediately added: "How can you say that to classmates from other colleges? How dare you be so rude in front of your mother?"

    "Stop nagging! Percy!"

    "That's weird that we're mommy's good babies!" Fred and George screamed, and Percy immediately threatened to kick them out. Fred and Percy were shoving, and when they looked up, they saw that Hoddle had also turned into Madam Pomfrey's office, almost spraining Percy's forearm.

    "Aren't the two of them in love?" Marietta said in surprise, attracting everyone's attention, "My God! They went to London to watch fireworks together! What a chance to confess! "Qiu hurriedly made a silent motion, and then whispered something to her friend.

    "Isn't it just fireworks?" Fred looked at the two Ravenclaw girls disdainfully, "Does that thing have to go to London?"

    "We can play with pulling fireworks all day long, and Searle is not uncommon." George also shrugged his shoulders in agreement.

    "That's what you don't understand." Qiu walked up to the two of them, "This is romance! It's because you two have such a good relationship with Searle, don't you know what she likes?"

    "Don't you know better than us?" Fred's anger suddenly came up. If Hoddle said this sentence, he would probably have a face full of **** by now.

    "Of course girls understand girls better!" Qiu also showed no concessions at this time, "You can't always treat her as a buddy?"

    "That's our business too, take your heartthrob prefect back to your bird's nest, girl." Fred was quite disdainful.

    "I can't believe that you treat her friend that Searle praises all day long?" Qiu frowned and folded her arms in front of her chest.

    "Will you two fight?" Sylvia held a bottle of Babo tuber pus and put it on the shelf of the medical wing, "Look at your posture. Worse than me."

    "Are you quarreling?" Hoddle walked out with a rare expression in his pocket.

    "Are you going to stay and help Searle?" Qiu Ma looked at Hoddle.

    "No, I'm going back to sleep." Hoddle said and left the medical wing without looking back.

    "Sleep? It's daytime!" Qiu and Marietta looked at each other and followed.

    "Do you need our help? Can you at least leave the manual work to us?" George showed an attentive smile. Sylvia has been holding back her smile, because in the farce just now, Percy has taken advantage of the chaos to come to Penello's bed and watch his girl.

    "Fred, you are so talented that a girl as gentle as Qiu can quarrel with you?"

    "Who made her look like they have a better relationship with you than we do?" Fred clicked his tongue fiercely.

    "You're too cute, aren't you?" Sylvia wanted to say childish, but thought that Fred would not be happy, although changing the word would not make him happy, "No matter what others do Say, our relationship is the best."

    George looked at Fred, who was not speaking, and blinked at Sylvia.

    "So can you help me? My brothers?" Sylvia raised her eyebrows at the boys.

    "Not yet." Fred twitched the corners of his mouth, "I still have something to say."

    "Go ahead." Sylvia folded her arms and looked at her.

    "I'll show you the most beautiful fireworks in the world, better than you've ever seen before." Fred raised his head proudly, his eyes shining brightly Light, "Just wait."

    "I've been waiting." Sylvia didn't know why he suddenly said this, but she still laughed happily.

    The author has something to say:

    George paid too much for this home.

    It's a normal everyday time again.

    I will seriously consider how much of the main line Seale should intervene, after all, the baby is too busy! ! Again, I'm a big believer in the butterfly effect. Searle's biggest advantage is God's perspective, and it is best to develop the story according to the main line. If there is any bias, it will also become an enemy to Searle.

    I like Ginny's. She is like the epitome of her mother, strong and brave. When I read the novel, I can really feel that if I were at Hogwarts, I would probably fall in love with this girl. She is not only the garden flower of Gryffindor, not only the most precious little daughter of the Weasleys. She excels at Quidditch and invents the Bat Spell, and she has both the humor of Gemini and the loyalty of Ron.

    Harm! I'm just a Weasley blowing bot hahahaha

    I just found out that while I was writing, Searle, Fred and Hoddle were not very temperamental hahahaha! Of course, this also led to a lot of interesting plots.

    Fred is definitely a straight ball player hahahahahaha Thanks for voting for me or irrigating nutrition during 2021-04-2121:27:36~2021-04-2521:54:53 The little angel of liquid~

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