HP Dear Miss Freak

    "If that were inaudible poetry and far away without you."

    "Yo, what wind brought Master Waughlin?" As soon as Sylvia got home that day, she saw Hoddle sitting on her sofa, reading a book, While enjoying the afternoon tea prepared by Andromeda, "It's really disappointing to welcome you! Your presence really makes the humble house shine!"

    "Flat." Hoddle raised his eyebrows and gave her a sideways glance.

    "Hoddle has been waiting for you at home for a long time." Andromeda looked at her daughter with a slightly reproachful tone, "I told you how to greet guests, haven't you forgotten? "Looks like Hoddle has a hand in Andromeda too.

    "Let's talk about it, I've found something important here." Sylvia sat down beside him unceremoniously.

    "I don't know if your research progress is going well." Hoddle couldn't hide the pride in his eyes, "but I have made great progress in detoxification."

    "Really? That's great!" Sylvia's eyes lit up instantly, "The last time we studied together, we didn't have any clues! Can you solve any snake venom? Nep really saw you right!"

    "Why do you have such a deep obsession with snakes?" Hoddle smacked his lips, "I have found a lot of solutions to all kinds of poisonous herbs, I think Professor Sprout I will be more than appreciated.”

    "Ah—" Sylvia's disappointment was plain on her face, "You're wrong, Mr. Waughlin. How can you retreat from an unsolved problem? What? Of course, strike while the iron is hot and pursue the victory!"

    "Do you think your aggression will work on me?" Hoddle casually took a bite of the scones in his hand. "You better keep it on your dear cousin."

    "It's really useful on that kid." Sylvia touched her chin and smiled happily, "It's been tried and tested."

    "You mean little Malfoy?" Andromeda raised her head while sitting on the sofa beside her, she was reading today's Daily Prophet.

    "Although it sounds incredible, Draco and I seem to have entered another level of complexity." Sylvia turned to her mother, "That guy seems to have a hard time with me. , who is determined to prove to me that he is very capable."

    "You look like you're satisfied with this situation?" Andromeda found that she still didn't understand her little daughter so easily.

    "I think it's not bad, right?" Sylvia poured herself a cup of coffee and made a toast to celebrate, "It's not worth the effort I spent, he finally is grown up."

    "Are you helping him grow?" Andromeda was dumbfounded.

    "It's not a small price for you, Miss Tonks." Hoddle never agreed with her in this regard.

    "I'm a bit of a nosy, but it's hard to fix my problem. Mom, you know me." Sylvia sat down beside her mother and hugged her coquettishly. Holding her arm, "Besides, Draco is quite talented and very smart, but he just hasn't experienced the beatings of society, so it's so annoying."

    "Mrs. Tonks, your daughter is too easy to remember others. I don't know if this is an advantage or a disadvantage." Hoddle smiled politely, he was always good at handling Talking on a shelf.

    "You're right, Searle, you're too easy to be soft-hearted." Andromeda frowned slightly, "You're too much like your father in this regard. That's what I know. "

    "How can you always stand on the same side as my family?" Sylvia narrowed her eyes and stared at Hoddle, "Where do you get so many strange resonances?"

    "Speaking of this." Hoddle looked at her with a smile, "Sirius invited me several times to stay at his house for a while."

    "You come." Sylvia's refreshing attitude was something he didn't expect, "It will be more convenient for me to communicate if you come! Of course I don't want to prostitute your knowledge reserves for nothing. . We can help each other."

    At this time, a letter was thrown in from the delivery port on the door, and the owl that came with it had fluttered and left gracefully.

    "Do you know what this means, Mr. Waughlin?" Sylvia walked to the door with emotion and picked up the letter from Hogwarts.

    "Please say." Hoddle smiled with interest, not forgetting to stuff a new scones into his mouth.

    "It means school is about to start." Sylvia held the letter with two fingertips as if she didn't want to face it, and took the letter far away with a frown, but finally sighed He sat down on the sofa and took it apart.

    "Speaking of you are going to take the O.W.Ls this year, right? Are you confident in Potions?" Hoddle smiled and said, "I hope you don't come to me and yell for me save you."

    "Ah!" Unexpectedly, Sylvia shouted in cooperation.

    "Don't be surprised." Although Andromeda doesn't seem to expect her little daughter to be a lady anymore.

    "I read it right?" Sylvia stared straight at a corner of the envelope, "Did Professor Dumbledore send it to the wrong person?"

    "Prefect's Medal?" Hoddle came close to her, and his eyes lit up instantly, "That's probably a mistake."

    "Prefect? ​​Our family has a prefect?" Andromeda stood up happily and walked to Sylvia's side.

    "Merlin's big pants." Sylvia took the red prefect's medal in her hand, "How bad are those of us? superior?"

    "How can you say that?" Andromeda took the medal and patted her daughter's head dotingly, "Our little Sil is excellent!"

    "It's all about my peers." Sylvia shook her head helplessly, "The male prefect must be Robert, don't even think about it."

    "Speaking of which, Hoddle has a good chance of competing for the president of the Boys Student Council, right?" Andromeda looked at Hoddle with admiration, "Searle often mentions your excellent grades and..."

    "And your disgusting appearance!" Sylvia quickly interrupted her mother and pushed her to the kitchen, "Mom, I'm hungry! Go and make dinner! Please! is you!"

    "I don't want to be the student council president." Hoddle shook his head.

    "Look at you!" After Sylvia pushed her mother to the kitchen, she turned and looked up and down at Hoddle with disdain, "It wasn't you. okay?"

    "You clearly admit my excellence, why are you so stubborn?" Hoddle folded his arms and put on an arrogant gesture.

    "You won't be great if you are good at others? The threshold for being great here is very low." Sylvia shook her head in a pretentious manner.

    "It's quite low, aren't those two Weasley boys quite powerful in your eyes?" Hoddle sneered.

    "But you just lost to the Weasley Boys so ugly."

    Sylvia was so taken for granted that Hoddle was obviously stunned, but fortunately she added a sentence: "I dare say that the president of the boys' union must be Percy." Although this sentence It doesn't even sound right. Hoddle was extremely unhappy when he found himself a little more relaxed.

    "I admit that he is quite suitable for this job." Hoddle asked himself, although he was a little upset, he nodded in agreement, "It's just that I don't admit that I lost to Weasley, I'm better at it. It's academic research, not distraction from anything else." He deliberately emphasized the word Weasley, though Sylvia didn't realize what he meant by ulterior motives.

    "Percy is also good at academic research..." Sylvia just muttered to herself, looking at the book list for the new semester in her hand, "You don't like to be distracted by anything else ?"

    You don't like to be distracted by anything other than academic research? I'll just assume you're talking bullshit. Which one of the words of a man can be trusted?

    "Hypocrisy." Sylvia sat on the carpet in the room and looked at Hoddle in the armchair.

    "It's called tact, it's a social skill." Hoddle was satisfied that he had just won the praise of the Tonks at the dinner table, except of course Sylvia.

    "Sometimes I think we know everything, and sometimes I think I don't know you at all." Sylvia narrowed her eyes and shook her head, "Which is the real you? Arrogant? Aligned? Bitchy?"

    "I understand, the fact that you are good at remembering others completely excludes me." Hoddle turned over the fairy tale picture book in his hand and smiled, Melon Fairy laughed, "If you want to know the answer, you can give some examples of my advantages. It shouldn't be difficult."

    "You like academic research, why did you choose to travel around the world?" Sylvia took the doll that Draco gave her in her arms.

    "There is no conflict. A big purpose of my travel is to put myself in touch with the culture and history there." Hoddle didn't look up, "Blocking yourself in a small place like the UK would You can't see much."

    "Okay, it makes sense." Sylvia shrugged and rested her head on the chest of drawers.

    "What? Want to come with me?" Every time Hoddle made an invitation, Sylvia would feel that she had the illusion that he was glowing. She looked at the moonlight pouring into the room through the skylight, and it seemed that it was indeed an illusion. Um. It must be because the weather is so good today, the moon is so bright, and my skylight is so clean, it must be so.

    "I have a heavy responsibility now, Mr. Waughlin." Sylvia picked up the prefect's medal that was thrown aside and tossed it, "I'm a prefect, how can I drop out of school? What? Gryffindor needs me, Hogwarts needs me, and Professor Dumbledore needs me."

    "Speaking of this." Hoddle got up from the armchair and sat cross-legged beside Sylvia, "I think I'll go outside and have a look first, and we'll set off together after you graduate. How about it?"

    …

    Sylvia was silent, and the expectation in Hoddle's eyes suddenly dropped a little.

    How can I reject him?

    Sylvia found herself perhaps not so friendly either.

    "Don't you want to?" Hoddle didn't seem to expect Sylvia to react this way, and it shouldn't be such a loss if she didn't agree immediately. "What are you worried about?" Hoddle frowned. "You look sorry, Miss Tonks."

    "Unfortunately, I can't go with you." Sylvia took a deep breath, looked into Hoddle's eyes and answered with certainty.

    "What is can't?" Hoddle stared at her like this, "In my cognition, can't be not allowed and can't do it, and you don't want to do it if you don't want to."

    "Do you have to be so eloquent?" Sylvia pulled out a smile, "It hurts too much to say that you don't want to."

    "You are not someone who will take care of my face." Hoddle felt that Sylvia's loss had spread to him, "You want to travel around the world with me, right?"

    "Okay okay." Sylvia gritted her teeth as if she had finally made up her mind, "I admit that traveling around the world is very tempting, I am very tempted, but I have more than this. what you want to do."

    "Auror?" Hoddle asked. "Why do you want to be an Auror?"

    "Because it's cool."

    "What else?"

    "Catch the dark wizard...Protect the magic world."

    "And then what?"

    "And I love it!"

    "Do you really like it? Or because your sister is an Auror and you want to target her?" Hoddle asked rather rudely, "You really want a job like that ? Unconditional obedience to superiors, the system of being on call at all times, on duty and overtime in a black-and-white manner? Boring and numerous training, regular performance appraisals and ability assessments?"

    Sylvia was silent again.

    Does she really want to be an Auror? In fact, she seldom thinks about it herself. Is there anything else you want to do? It was something she hadn't thought about at all.

    But she knew that only by becoming an Auror would she be able to guarantee her maximum contribution to the Order of the Phoenix.

    And being a Miss Auror is really handsome!

    But if she could, would she still be an Auror without thinking about the dangers ahead?

    Or when the wizarding world returns to peace in a few years, does she still want to be an Auror?

    The answer is no longer in the affirmative.

    "Okay okay, you don't want to go with me." Hoddle scratched the back of his head, "You should want me to get out of the UK quickly? Save you all day long."

    "According to you, I hope we will be colleagues after you graduate and work at the Ministry of Magic!" Sylvia said sharply, "You should want to go out early so that you don't have to see me as annoying. guy?"

    "...If I say too much, I apologize to you." Hoddle looked away, looking at the pile of books by Sylvia's bed, "I just, I just think we It’s really productive and fun to study together. You can always give me a lot of new ideas, and I really want to go with you.”

    "And I just really want to be an excellent Auror." Sylvia lowered her head and unconsciously tugged at the fur of the carpet, "If I miss this opportunity, maybe I will regret it for the rest of my life. Huh? But that's my choice, Mr. Waughlin."

    Maybe I will regret it for a long time?

    Sylvia found this question cruel.

    Who wants to walk on thin ice all day? Who wants to struggle all day? Who wants to be scared all day long? If it weren't for that stinky bald head who was about to lose his nose, I wouldn't have to face this problem at all!

    Who wouldn't want to travel around the world if they could? At least for Sylvia, this is really heartwarming. But she didn't like the feeling that her own desires were kidnapped by the sense of mission and responsibility, which made her particularly uncomfortable.

    "Do you really want to understand?" Hoddle shook his head and looked at Sylvia again, "Miss Tonks, if you tell me you will do a free draft in the future Whether it's a person or a teacher at Hogwarts, I won't ask such a tough question. I just think that you have an inexplicable obsession with the Auror job, which is too…”

    "I have a lot of inexplicable obsessions." Sylvia looked up at him, "But it's the product of my deliberation, although I usually laugh and laugh without a formality, but you Know what it's like to be serious."

    "My personality is like this." Sylvia pouted, "If you bow your head too easily, it will make people feel very bullied."

    "What are you afraid of? You will be Miss Auror in the future, only others are afraid of you." Hoddle smiled.

    "Of course I'm afraid." Sylvia laughed, "Aurors are a high-risk profession, aren't Aurors the first to bear the brunt of any danger?" The chance to bear the brunt in the future is estimated to be great.

    "Are you afraid? Aren't you the least afraid of death? Aren't you the most self-sacrificing?" Hoddle seemed to hear a joke, "Aren't you brave old Gryffindor?"

    "I'm just an ordinary person, of course I'm greedy for life and fear of death." Sylvia hugged the doll in her arms tightly, "Not to mention that the magic world has always been insecure and turbulent. It has been many years, and I really hope that the days of peace will come soon."

    "Do you think the magic world is not peaceful now?" Hoddle looked at her, throwing questions to each other and listening to each other's opinions as they usually discuss the history of magic.

    "Sirius must have talked to you about Voldemort, right?" Hoddle frowned when Sylvia bluntly said the name, "I agree with what he said, Voldemort is likely to make a comeback."

    "But wasn't he dying at the time? Do you think he has any way to make a comeback?" Hoddle frowned, "The news in the newspapers that year was overwhelming even when I was six years old at the time. can be fully recapitulated.”

    "Of course he can't do it by himself." Sylvia also frowned, "But you know, it's not just him who is terrifying in the magic world. It's just him. Whether it's Death Eaters, pure-blood defenders, or all kinds of hidden people who are ready to take revenge on the Ministry of Magic at any time, they are all ready to go."

    "Do you think the wizarding world will repeat the same mistakes?"

    "Remember the paper I wrote? The one that made us get to know each other thoroughly in Professor Binns' office." Sylvia nodded, "I always believe in inequality If there is conflict, there will be war. When social conflicts are so acute, it is impossible for us to live peacefully.”

    "It sounds like you are suitable for being a politician." Hoddle shook his head, "Those who like to fool people have a brain like you, it's probably going to happen."

    "Sounds like I'm suited to be an Auror!" Sylvia rolled her round eyes, "See? It's called social responsibility!"

    "Social responsibility?" Hoder snorted, "You like to be selfish, don't you? Do you take everything to yourself? Without you, there would be no one to fight against the dark wizards at the Ministry of Magic. ?"

    "Have you ever heard that the rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of the man? It's not only about me, but also about you." Sylvia patted him on the shoulder.

    "So you understand this truth? Being an ordinary citizen can also have a sense of social responsibility, you don't have to rush to show how much you have a sense of justice." Hoddle snorted disdainfully.

    "Excluding these, I think it's good to work in the government sector." Sylvia pulled out a simple and honest smile, "You said that you rely on travel to write research and write books. After all, life is still very hard. If you want me to say, you can settle down and make some money before starting a self-employed business. I don’t think it’s too late to travel after ten years. Well."

    "Please, shouldn't those words that you want to go out and see while you are young should be synonymous with you?" Hoddle looked unbelievable, "Are you telling me to be safe? "

    "Then there must be capital! What's the use of talking about dreams?" Sylvia raised her voice again to make herself appear confident, "Isn't it bad for young people to be more down-to-earth? Think about bread and ideals .Life is not only about poetry and distant places, but more about living in front of you."

    "I have read "The Moon and Sixpence"." Hoddle raised his head, but did not show any arrogance, "I just want ideals and not bread." Fearless than any Gryffindor Sylvia had ever seen.

    "You should also understand after reading the book. I don't want to argue with you about the moon and the pennies. The value of a person is not what you say, nor what I say. What I want to share with you is to face your own choices, this is my creed." Sylvia laughed heartily, "Of course, you are very handsome, and I admire you from the bottom of my heart."

      Do you want to be pedantic? How can you stick to the rules? Or do you think it's stupid that I chose to travel around the world after graduation?"

    "It's really funny. You say you're a gentle Ravenclaw, but you just want to escape from England and go anywhere. What about me? Heartless Gryffindor but I just want to find a reliable job honestly, and I don't want to go anywhere." Sylvia's smile was full of helplessness, "But I still say that, that is your choice, and this is my choice."

    "Sirius said before that we are very similar, but I still don't believe it." Hoddle shook his head, "We are indeed too similar in terms of our own opinions."

    "You said that we are all birds, and I thought that was true." Hoddle lowered his voice, his **** bass still so annoying. He looks very handsome, as if he has a pair of looming wings, as if he can fly in the wind and take off the moon at any time.

    "A Muggle poet I like once said: There are no traces of wings in the sky, but I have flown." Sylvia looked so cold and flawless in the moonlight Hoddle, "Do you understand?"

    "I see."

    The author has something to say:

    You are right, Brother Huo started to take the initiative hahahahaha. Well, I don't know if it counts. Hodl is a very arrogant person in essence, so his initiative is also his initiative under his own consideration.

    What is Searle's feelings for Huo Ge? I think everyone may have different ideas, and I will slowly write out the views I want to express.

    Searle was the knight who defended the city, and Hoddle was the bard.

    Of course they are cool.

    Some people seem to be like-minded from the beginning, and then gradually become strangers, which is the saddest thing in my opinion. Alienation and misunderstanding are not uncommon in friendships, aren't they? It is a pity to think about the fact that a person has gone alone. But perhaps this is the most awkward part of youth, and it is also a place for them to grow up. They still have options, so don't be afraid.

    Searle's feelings and attitudes towards Fred and Hogo, I think I should have a difference, okay? Hahahahahahaha if it's still not clear, it's okay, the fifth grade will definitely be completely clear.

    Who doesn't want to travel the world right after graduation? Really exciting, isn't it?

    In the beginning, Searle was set to be a Miss Auror, first for the plot, and then also because I really like this profession. How handsome Miss Auror is! ! I like girls who can fight very well hahaha!

    If it were you, would you go with Huo Ge? It doesn't count as a dropout, would you like to graduate after graduation? (I don't want to hahahaha!

    This chapter is a long talk between Huo Ge and Seale, do you like it? hahahahahaha

    Warning ahead, summer vacation is coming to an end, Fred is coming back