HP Dear Miss Freak

    "A farce from a fire whisky."

    As long as Sylvia came to the Burrow, Mrs. Molly was always smiling, as if nothing bothered her. It couldn't be better to have a little girl helping herself with cooking and also taking care of her troublesome twin sons.

    "Arthur has won the "Daily Prophet" award, our family is going to visit Bill in Egypt, and stop by for sightseeing." Mrs. Molly put the lunch on the table, while sharing with Searle Via said.

    "That's great!" Sylvia was very happy at the thought that the pictures in the newspaper would not have annoying stinky mice, "I wish you a good time!"

    "Actually, Arthur and I were thinking, it would be better if you would like to go to Egypt with us." Mrs. Molly happily took the stew brought by Sylvia.

    "You come with us!" Ginny, who helped set the table, was also excited. Sylvia noticed that sometimes the mother and daughter were exactly alike.

    "Me?" Sylvia was a little flattered. "Thank you, Aunt Molly. But I think it's better for you to enjoy the family trip!"

    "Honey, I have long regarded you as my own child." Mrs. Molly said with emotion, "Ginny, go get the boys to lunch." Ginny stood In the restaurant, the names of each of her brothers were called out loudly with their hands on their hips.

    "I've been cared for too much at the Burrow." Sylvia smiled apologetically, "But this holiday is unfortunate, I already have other plans. Of course, I I believe there will be more opportunities like this in the future.”

    "What chance?" Fred and George came to the restaurant first, and they quickly locked onto the roasted chicken legs on the table and rushed to them.

    "I was just talking to Searle about our trip to Egypt," said Mrs. Molly regretfully. "I'm sorry you couldn't go with us, my dear boy."

    "Her vacation is already full." As George spoke, he stabbed Fred with his elbow, and the latter grabbed the chicken leg from his hand and stuffed it into his mouth inside.

    "Speaking of this." Sylvia slapped her forehead, "I think Fred and George will go camping for a day this Saturday, okay? Aunt Molly?"

    “Camping?”

    "Overnight?" Fred and George immediately lit up.

    "Of course." Mrs Molly greeted Ron and Percy, who were late, and they all sat down at the table together.

    "Mom treats Sylvia better than we do." Ron pouted as he watched his mom warmly serve Sylvia, "Remember we had How many sons?"

    "That's because Sylby's all likeable!" Ginny glared at her youngest brother.

    "You should all learn from her." As soon as Mrs. Molly said this, everyone almost choked on the food in their mouths because of their laughter, "Are you right? Percy ?"

    "You want me to tell?" Percy looked up at his mother, "It's fine, except for following Fred and George all day."

    "What do you mean besides messing with us all day?" Fred and George said in unison, "Is this a bad thing?"

    "It's the two of you who spoil girls all day long." Percy glanced at them both with disgust, "Sylvia can obviously excel academically."

    "It's a prize, a prize, Percy." Sylvia covered her face with her hands in embarrassment.

    "There is no conflict between the two, good student Percy."

    "Searle can play with us and get to the top." Fred and George raised their chins as if complimenting them both.

    "I really hope you and Percy have a chat." Mrs. Molly looked at Sylvia, "It's been a long time since you two got together to discuss topics."

    "Because I can't teach Percy anymore." Sylvia shook her head hurriedly, "He is already a Gryffindor academic ceiling."

    "Stop praising him, please?" Fred rolled his eyes.

    "Do you still think Percy's head is not raised high enough?" George rolled his eyes, "I think he's about to hit the ceiling."

    "I'm glad you say that about me." Percy gave Sylvia a polite smile, "But I still have a lot to ask you."

    "Discussion." Sylvia hurriedly corrected, "We are academic discussion."

    "It would be great if you could marry Sylvia to our family." Mrs. Molly suddenly clapped her hands, and Sylvia was really choked to death, "Right? West?"

    "Percy?" Fred laughed, "Mom, did you say Percy?"

    "Wait a minute!" Sylvia took out the handkerchief in her pocket and wiped her mouth. What's going on with this development? How could this be?

     "Yes, I think Charlie is quite suitable." Percy nodded unexpectedly and followed Mrs. Molly's words.

    "Charlie?" Sylvia choked on her own saliva and coughed wildly. What's up with Charlie? Charlie is going to have a huge sneeze in Romania, right?

     "Don't you often write letters to exchange your experience in raising dragons?" Percy looked at Sylvia, "He has always rated your Quidditch tactics highly."

    "That's one thing..." Sylvia looked at the trembling twins, "but it's not the same thing!"

    "If you want me to say, you really should go to Egypt with us to see Bill." Ginny shook her head, "You must think he is super attractive!"

    "You guys - calm down!" Sylvia felt that she was about to lose her temper.

    "You should calm down." Fred nearly fell off his chair with a laugh, "Bill? Charlie? Percy? Who dares to marry Bunny? Is there anything funnier than this?"

    "I really thank you, Fred." Sylvia didn't know whether it was a friendly or an enemy for a while.

    "What a bunch of brats." Mrs. Molly looked at her twin sons complainingly, "I just really hope Searle can actually join our family."

    "Don't worry, Mom." George slapped the table, as if announcing some big news, "Sill will definitely belong to the Weasleys."

    ? ? ? !

    "Do you think this situation is not funny enough?" Sylvia looked at George sharply, and the boy gave her a thumbs up with approval.

    "This is... what happened?" Ron had stopped eating for a long time, and he glanced at everyone's face at the table, "Mom wants Percy to marry Seale Percy wants Charlie to marry Syr? Ginny wants Bill to marry Syr? George... George, do you want Syle?"

    "You are indeed a fool, little Ronnie." George shook his head rather regretfully.

    "Thank you for the summary, Ron." Sylvia spread her hands to indicate that she had given up struggling. They are in a group to make fun of me, right? Must be? Family humor at the Weasleys?

    "Mom always forgets she has two wonderful sons," Fred exclaimed, "Bill and Charlie are out and about meeting new girls, and Percy has a girlfriend. , Ron is still young, so I think George and I should be the most suitable candidates."

    "Cough cough cough." Percy looked like his secret was being told, but he was quite happy to see his mother's reaction.

    "You?" Mrs. Molly glanced at Percy with a smile, and then looked at the twins with disgust, "What two girls have to marry you two? ?"

    "How can you say that about your son? Mom?"

    "It broke our hearts, Mom."

    "You don't know how attractive your two sons are at school."

    "Valentine's day cards can fill the entire closet!" The twins began shaking their heads in unison.

    "Sill, are there any boys pursuing you in school? My brats are actually pretty good." Mrs. Molly turned to look at Sylvia.

    "I think I'm full, thank you Auntie." Sylvia quickly got up and fled the restaurant, running all the way back to Ginny's room and shut the door.

    "Is this shy? It's so cute." Mrs. Molly continued to eat in a good mood. "Such a good girl, I really don't know what you brats think."

    "Mom, you really don't understand your son." George shook his head regretfully.

    "Bunny is not for everyone." Fred raised his eyebrows, "I want to see who dares to marry her."

    I want to see who's head wants to **** bat.

    This is the hill where the Tonks used to camp. Sylvia found that Merlin was always saving face at critical moments, and the weather was as sunny as this old guy's birthday.

    Sylvia finds that she still likes this unfettered life. Since Harry entered school, although she appeared to be calm and joking as usual, she has been walking on thin ice, for fear of disrupting the main storyline. Holidays are the best respite time for her. Although going camping with the twins is noisy, it is especially stress-free.

    "Are you really not going to Egypt with us?"

    "If you don't read those books, you won't be able to run by yourself, but the opportunity to travel is rare." Fred and George sat on the grass beside, whenever there was a new skewer When the pot comes out, the two of them will start a battle at any time.

    "You don't realize that I don't even dare to step into your house?" Sylvia sat in front of the grill and sighed, "Aunt Molly cares more about my love than my parents. Guan, pull me to chat as soon as you see me."

    Sylvia looked at the starry night sky, it seemed that it was already night without doing anything. But with the two of them together, you can have a good time without doing any strategy at all

    "See how amazing our mother is?" Fred sneered as if remembering something, "But she is really wrong in many ways!"

    "You should go with us if you say that! Go and meet Bill, our most charming big brother!" George laughed. "It's not like you to back off."

    "Ginny is messing around, you two are making fun of me, right?" Sylvia picked up the grilled skewers and stuffed them into her mouth, ignoring the two who were reaching out to her. hand. She finally came out to play, and she didn't serve the two of them. Of course, eating by herself was the most important thing.

    "We're not joking." Fred was exactly like he was joking.

    "What's wrong with marrying into the Weasleys?" George sat beside Sylvia diligently, and quickly put the baked chicken wings into his mouth.

    "Then who should I marry in your opinion?" Sylvia pulled out a smile, "Ron?"

    "George and I are not Weasley boys now in your eyes, right?" Fred rolled his eyes and almost fought with George over a bunch of sausages.

    "You two?" Sylvia stood up with a cola in one hand and jumped aside, holding a bunch of grilled squid in the other hand and pointed at the twins, "Who of you two want to marry me? Tell me?"

    Fred and George looked at each other, and Sylvia was not surprised by the silence between them. Although they were not thinking the same thing at all.

    "You two tell the truth." Sylvia shook the coke bottle in her hand and smacked her lips dejectedly, "I shouldn't be unattractive at all, right? Why never No one is after me?"

    "We smuggled this." Fred took out several bottles of fire whiskey from his satchel. Take out the bottle opener.

    "Ah—" Sylvia took a bottle of wine and took a sip, showing a sudden realization, "Really? You two have been doing bad things in school all day! I must be regarded as yours. Friends! Who would like such a girl?"

    "What does it mean to be regarded as our accomplice?" Fred gave her a dissatisfied look, "Aren't you?"

    "Miscalculation, miscalculation." Sylvia shook her head, "I need to lose my love while gaining a good friend? Is it worth it? I have to think about it again."

    "It's okay! Dude!" George patted Sylvia on the shoulder quite righteously, "Don't you like little Ronnie the most? I'm going to tie him to you?"

    "Come on, he won't dare to give little Ronnie more courage." Fred took a sip of the wine in his hand and laughed quite happily.

    "Fred." Sylvia narrowed her eyes and looked at Fred, "Tell the truth, have you secretly blocked my peach blossom?"

    "Then...the ones you won't like." Fred immediately showed a pleasing smile.

    "I knew you two—" Sylvia's face was already red, she didn't expect this wine to have such a strong stamina, and looked down to find that the bottle in her hand was only half left bottle of liquid. "I knew you two wouldn't make me feel better if you couldn't find a girlfriend by yourself!" She rolled her eyes, feeling her head start to feel dizzy, and simply sat down cross-legged.

    "Worried now? Didn't I tell you already? No one wants it, Bunny." Fred made a very embarrassed look.

    "I know I'm average, short, and grumpy." Sylvia took a gulp of whiskey, "I'm not serious all day, either telling jokes or not. Curse the street... God! Am I finished!"

    Fred and George didn't know if she was finished, but they both laughed so much that they felt like they were.

    "You two stop laughing!" Sylvia took another sip of whiskey angrily, "I want sweet love too! What do you say!"

    "I want to know that you have such a poor drinker that you bring butterbeer." Fred couldn't stand up with a smile, "You can't find the ground seam when you wake up, I plan to Laugh until the end of the year, you have to be mentally prepared."

    "Fight! Fight!" George cheered as he scoured the remaining skewers.

    "What's wrong with me?" Fred looked at her as if his eyes were out of focus, but he couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth, "You finally found out that you couldn't get married. Are you going to rely on me?"

    "Every pair I made - only you have no movement here!" Sylvia stared at him with wide eyes, "I didn't put you little lovers How can I have the heart to fall in love with a pair?"

    "How much did you drink?" Fred patted the girl's blushing cheek, "You're making excuses, aren't you?"

    "Fred, you-you must be nice to Angie!" Sylvia finally loosened his neck, patted his shoulder, and said earnestly.

    "Why do you always think Fred likes Angie?" George couldn't help interrupting.

    "Promise me, okay?" Sylvia tilted her head and looked at Fred and said in a playful tone.

    "Of course not! How many times have I told you that I don't like Angie!" Fred always wondered what gave Sylvia such a misunderstanding.

    "Fred Weasley! You scumbag!" Sylvia threw a punch.

    "Have you had enough trouble?" Fred quickly controlled her hands, pulled her around, and locked her in his arms.

    "Do you like her?"

    "I don't like it!"

    "Why can't you be honest with me? Is there anything you can't tell good brother?"

    "I said I didn't like her."

    "Who do you like?"

    “…”

    Fred shifted his gaze from Sylvia, who was still struggling, to George.

    "You have communicated with George again, haven't you?" Sylvia said unhappily, "Why do you have such an affair with me? George can know that I can't? George More important than me? Oh, George is indeed more important than me." And George couldn't hold back and laughed.

    "She really drank too much." Fred reluctantly looked at George and shook his head, he let Sylvia take a sip and quickly grabbed her wine bottle.

    "It's much cuter than usual, isn't it?" George laughed, "Fred, have you ever seen Seale coquettish? I don't think I'll ever see it again in my life. "

    "You call this coquettish?" Seeing that the girl in his arms finally stopped struggling, Fred let go a little, "I should just throw her to you and let her beat you. Gotta find teeth all over the place!"

    "Searle is right, you're not being honest at all." George pursed his lips, folded his arms and looked at his brother, "If you don't think it's cute, let go of my buddy, and more How long do you take advantage of it?"

    "When will it be your turn to take care of me?" Fred clicked his tongue and hugged Sylvia again.

    "What are you two buzzing about?" Sylvia tried her best to open her heavy eyelids, "What's interesting for me to listen to?"

    "Hey, Syl." George leaned over, "Tell me, which boy do you like? We'll tie him up for you." He said and winked at Fred blink.

    "I like Kimura Takuya!" Sylvia cheered, "I like uncle so much... Oh, now I can't call him uncle, brother? You say I have a chance in my life Are you going to meet him at the scene? Will he have a handshake meeting just after his debut?"

    "Have you heard of this this time? George?" Fred squinted as if trying to recall, "How many Muggle stars does she like?"

    "There are many more! It's just not born yet!" Sylvia happily touched the bottle beside her and took another sip, but Fred snatched it away in the next second .

    "Have a few sips, you won't even let my wine go?" Fred stretched his arms and pushed the bottle out of Sylvia's reach

    "It's over, I'm even more crazy after drinking." George shook his head with a smile, got up and put out the fire on the grill.

    "What's the point of watching TV all day?" Fred clicked, "What else do people on TV do other than look good? Can they play Quidditch? They can do So many tricks?"

      Leaning on Fred.

    "Then why don't you like me? Can Hogwarts find a more attractive boy than me?" Startled, his ears turned red.

    "It seems that she has no energy to make trouble, let her sleep." George leaned over to take a look, got up with a smile and walked to the tent.

    "Hello! You're gone?" Fred received no response. He found that he couldn't get rid of the girl's embrace at all, so he had to hold her whole body into the tent in a weird posture.

    George had already settled into his bed and had the curtains drawn. Fred reluctantly let Sylvia fall into his bed with himself. Why is this guy so strong at this time?

    "Don't say I'm taking advantage of you when you wake up." Fred pulled up the curtain and glared at George, who was secretly probing, "You're taking advantage of me this time. Didn't I wrong you?"

    "Huh?" Sylvia suddenly screamed and startled him again, "Fred? Don't worry, you are also handsome, you are also handsome." Fred's back, the coaxing tone of the child made Fred not happy at all.

    "You say, am I the most handsome you have ever seen?" Fred pulled the quilt over the girl.

    "No."

    Sylvia's sentence is much clearer than the previous ones. Fred jerked away the quilt. Forget about being cold, you little conscience. But after a few seconds, he silently pulled the quilt back.

    "Wulflin?"

    "How the **** can he look so good-looking?" Sylvia shook her head, "Is it reasonable to look so good? Unreasonable."

    "You annoying smelly bunny." Fred squeezed Sylvia's cheek unhappily, but he didn't relieve himself at all, "You really eat inside and out." He looked at Sylvia's red cheeks were pinched, and she turned her head to the side dejectedly, "Other people will definitely be beaten by me."

    "You got it, as if you like me so much?" Sylvia laughed staggeredly, "You just can't beat me, right?"

    "You better shut up." Fred turned his head back and glared at Sylvia, even though she couldn't see it with her eyes closed.

    Woughlin? I'm trying to get him covered in scabies next semester! Do not! Turn him bald with a powerful hair remover!

    Again—how can I possibly fall asleep?

    Fred looked at the girl in his arms and was still inexplicably angry, but seeing her round face felt so good, he didn't care about her. Fred stopped the hand that was rubbing Sylvia's little face, and poked her cheek again.

    "Fred..." Sylvia murmured suddenly, startling Fred again.

    "What's the matter? Little madman?"

    "Fred, I'm so tired." Sylvia rubbed against his arms unconsciously, she just subconsciously wanted to immerse herself in the reassuring warmth "Why are there so many books to read? Why are there so many things to do?"

    "I thought you liked it." Fred admitted he was a little grumbling.

    "Who likes reading? Sick!" Sylvia suddenly raised the volume, Fred almost thought he was about to lose his ear, "I don't want to, I don't like it, I Don't want to work hard... Fred... Although I haven't started working hard yet..."

    "Don't work hard, don't be an Auror, okay?" Fred laughed, "It's the same as the truth, little freak."

    "Okay." Sylvia smiled stupidly, "Fred, do you know what my dream is? Not an Auror..."

    "What is it? How about the proprietress of the trick shop?"

    "Hey! It's almost!" Sylvia's tone was excited, but she still mumbled in a daze, "I just want to lie at home and count money, I just want to be a drunkard The rich woman. Do you think it's okay?"

    "Okay." Fred agreed. He subconsciously looked in George's direction and wondered if his brother had heard the farce. When the girl drilled into his arms again, he moved slightly to find a more comfortable position.

    Fred looked down at the sleeping girl slightly, and it took a while to make sure that she didn't plan to make a fuss anymore. Under the mischief, Fred's fingertips touched Sylvia's lower lip lightly, and hurriedly retracted it. Guiltily, he turned his face to the other side again, but after pondering the subtle touch, he returned his attention to the small, full lips.

    He lowered his head and leaned closer, trembling slightly as the warm breath swept across his face.

    Well, this guy actually looks pretty good too. The skin is very delicate, unlike my freckled face, the hair is soft and always has a light fruity scent.

    The boy secretly dropped a kiss on the bridge of the girl's nose and never dared to turn his head back.

    Sylvia didn't want to recall the embarrassment of waking up early that day. She looked at Fred's face that he didn't sleep well, and couldn't say anything.

    "Thanks to you, I really couldn't sleep better last night." Fred sat up and rubbed his neck, speaking in an exaggerated tone.

    "...Sorry!" Sylvia quickly fled the scene, running a long distance but still unable to calm down. She patted her flushed face, not knowing for a moment whether it was because of embarrassment or shyness. But she knew very well that she would never touch Firewhiskey again.

    My name was ruined because of this shit!

    George opened the curtain to look at Fred, and the two of them made eye contact for a while, and after Sylvia walked away, George finally couldn't help laughing.

    "You don't do nothing with such a good chance, do you? Dude?" George looked at his brother gossip.

    "Am I that kind of person? What's wrong with you?" Fred glared at George.

    "It's useless, Fred." George shook his head regretfully, but couldn't hold back his smile, "I don't believe you didn't do anything."

    "Shut up." Fredra closed the curtain, but that didn't stop George from laughing.

    The author has something to say:

    Hey cookie! Sweet or not? Sweet or not sweet or not sweet or not sweet or not? ! !

    This chapter is also called "About the Weasleys want Seale to join but have different ideas" also called "The Best Fire Whiskey in the Game" hahahahahaha! !

    Searle likes Kimura Takuya, sorry for my selfishness, I will continue to carry private goods hahahaha

    Hey baby girl is starting to get enlightened hahahaha I want to fall in love! Find yourself thinking about your relationship line, right? !

    The tent I refer to is the tent when I went to the Quidditch World Cup in the movie. It has a bed and a curtain to block it hahahaha

    I hope Cyr is cute hahahaha

    This chapter gave Fred a lot of advantage, the Weasleys are going to Egypt this holiday, so you know what that means? It means that a certain guy will have more roles, that is, the one who has a high voice! But not too sorry Fred, right? Although he will be away for a while, there is such a good show before disappearing a few chapters hahahaha

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: Say 59 bottles; Bering 33 bottles; Lin Aotian 19 bottles; Susu 10 bottles; Nanzhi 2 bottles;

    Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!