HP Dear Miss Freak

    "Speaking of which, in fact, everyone silently thinks that it is natural for Sylvia to be a prefect."

    Premier.

    Forget about the others, even Sylvia couldn't believe that she really became a prefect. She was a little flattered that Dumbledore gave face like this, but she was secretly happy that she had left a reliable impression on the Headmaster.

    "I'm actually a prefect." Sylvia was still full of emotion when she arrived at King's Cross Station, "God, what should I do? What else can I do besides taking children on a night tour ?"

    "Yeah." Dora was also full of emotion, and today she was the one who sent her dear sister to the station, "I know your Gryffindor lions love to make noise, but I really didn't expect Dumbledore chose the loudest."

    "It's really worth all my hard work! Finally, Professor Dumbledore thinks I'm a good little helper!" Sylvia turned around happily with the suitcase in both hands.

    This is important!

    This is vital to becoming a major member of the Order of the Phoenix in the future!

    "What did you try?" Dora grabbed Sylvia's collar to prevent her from jumping around in the crowded station, "Effort caused so much trouble? I've never seen Some people's labor services have been punished from first-year enrollment to the present."

    "As long as Snape is a professor for one day, my labor service will not be interrupted." Sylvia turned back and pulled out a smile.

    "If that snotling dares to trouble you, write to me!" Sirius appeared behind them. He volunteered to ride his motorcycle to pick up his godson to the station this morning, picked up Hermione and Ron in a dashing way, and the three little kids squealed excitedly (perhaps terrified?) in the seat. Ron held his own owl cage in his hand, which contained a cute and petite red-horned owl.

    "What's the use of writing to you? You drive your locomotive to Hogwarts to get a fight with him? Then I'll be sentenced to labor service until graduation?" He laughed and patted Sirius's arm hard.

    "How do you know I can't do it if you don't try?" Sirius raised his head sullenly, "Maybe he won't dare to punish you for labor service again!

    "You are used to her all day long! Since childhood!" Dora punched Sirius **** the other arm.

      The boy who seemed to never grow up smiled helplessly.

    "Hey! Syr, look!" Ron was pushed by Harry to Sylvia, "The owl that Sirius gave me! I'm going to call it Piglet!"

    "Good name, it should be called this!" Sylvia was satisfied with this development and gave a thumbs up happily. Sirius still chose the unusual little owl as a gift, and Ron still named his owl Piggy.

    Good.

    1993 started with no spots, no Azkaban prisoner panic, no Dementors ready to give you a kiss.

    That's great!

    Sylvia turned around again, and rushed into the pillar between Platform Nine and Platform Ten with Brother Bird's cage and luggage.

    "George, look what I caught?" Fred was standing at the exit of the platform, and when he saw Sylvia, he pulled her to his side, "It's our prefect !"

    "My God! Who are you talking about, Fred?" George quickly leaned over and bowed, "It's our dear Miss Prefect!"

    "Why don't you help your prefect bring the luggage up? Why don't you have any vision?" , and hand the cage to George. The two boys were clearly more than happy to help.

    "The prefect badge is not for you to use, Sylvia." Percy frowned at his two attentive younger brothers, and somehow felt that someone could control them both. good. Penello, who was beside him, smiled friendly and took the lead on the train.

    "Merlin's beard, what is our student leader talking about?" Fred moved closer to Percy and made a listening gesture.

    "Then why are you telling us what to do and what not to do?" George pouted and pretended to be puzzled.

    "It's not the same thing at all!" Percy said angrily, grabbing Sylvia's collar and walking into the car, "Come here for a meeting right away."

    "We're going too!" the twins shouted loudly, and followed.

    "This is the prefect's carriage! Irrelevant people get me out!" Percy never showed mercy to his two younger brothers. Sylvia was already fond of such scenes, she even yawned and the twins waved.

    "Our brother is the head of the students!" Fred pulled the sliding door.

    "Our best friend is the prefect!" George stuck his foot under the sliding door.

    "So you should come in?" Percy craned his neck as if he was going to have a big fight with them.

    "So the most powerful households come to say hello to everyone and say hello!"

    The moment George pulled his foot back, Fred slammed the door with a flick of his hand, and Percy's head was seriously injured by the sliding door.

    "You two **** bastards!"

    Percy growled angrily and pulled the door shut. Sylvia shook her head in disbelief and found a place to sit at random. Fortunately, the new prefects are not here yet. If Percy's first day as student council president was such a shame, Fred and George probably wouldn't be as lucky as before.

    "They both always screw up my first day!" Percy turned his head angrily, "Sylvia! I want you to take care of them both! Do you hear me? "

    "Don't you realize they're a gang? Percy?" Robert opened the sliding door, and other new prefects came in one after another, "Searle became a prefect, It means that Fred and George can really do whatever they want."

    "I knew that the male prefect must be you! Rob!" Sylvia patted Robert's shoulder excitedly, "Fred and George are diligent in presenting themselves in front of you. ?

    "Show yourself?" Robert clicked, "Yeah! They both nodded and bowed at me all the way to grab my luggage!"

    "The two of us will definitely be laughed until graduation." Sylvia smiled helplessly. At this moment, Cedric and Rebecca opened the door and walked in, and Sylvia quickly got up and rushed towards her good friends. But after she hugged Rebecca and saw Hoddle who came alone, she felt very down for him for a while.

    "Mr. Waughlin! Did you see me?" Sylvia followed, and Hoddle, who had bypassed her, sat beside him.

    "Well, I see." Hoddle showed a polite smile, "It seems that you have grown a little taller, I usually can't see you."

    "Hehehehe, it looks like you're in a good mood." Sylvia found that he didn't hold any grudges, and was instantly relieved.

    "It would be better if you didn't use this stupid smile at me." Hoddle made a silent gesture, and pointed to Percy again, "I can't compare. The Weasley boy is going to speak, be quiet, Miss Tonks."

    Isn’t this still quite a vengeance?

    Although the prefect cars are more spacious than other cars, the seats are more comfortable. But after the prefects meeting, Sylvia slipped out at the fastest speed. Cedric went to Qiu's carriage without a doubt, and Hoddle, who was almost silent the whole time, followed.

    "What?" Sylvia looked at Rebecca and asked, "Seeing that Seid and Qiu are so sweet, do you want to fall in love quickly?"

    "So what?" Rebecca pouted and smiled, she had not concealed anything from Sylvia, "Don't you want it? Sweet love? "

    "Isn't that something I haven't seen yet? How about you... how? Are you going to tell him?" Sylvia slowed down and asked with a smile.

    "I'll think about it again." Rebecca smiled and opened the sliding door of Hannah's compartment, "But, Syl, isn't it a shadow of yours?"

    "What! Does anyone in your academy have a crush on me?" Sylvia pretended to be surprised but got no response, only a meaningful smile. She said goodbye to Rebecca and continued bouncing forward, but a hand suddenly dragged her into one of the stalls.

    "Welcome our dear prefect!"

    A small firework exploded in front of Sylvia, she didn't expect that she would have to experience the cheers of all her friends at the same level. Looking at the boys who were laughing so hard that they almost rolled on the floor, I was even a little moved inexplicably.

    "Almost got you guys." Sylvia actually wanted to leave, her heart was already flying to the new professor's carriage, "Especially the two of you! Fred! George! Stop messing with me! It's useless for you two to blow up and kill me, right?"

    "How can you say that?" Fred shook a few fireworks in his hand. "Do you know what this is? The wisdom of the Weasley brothers."

    "We've been working on fireworks for a long time." George added with a smile, "What you just saw is the initial product of the Weasley Brothers fireworks. Although the spark is still a little smaller, it is more Pretty isn't it?"

    "I begged them for a long time and they didn't want to show us." Li pursed his lips reluctantly, "Said it was as a gift for you to be a prefect."

    "I just wanted to say, how did you manage to squeeze eight people into one cubicle?" Sylvia shook her head, unable to find a place to sit down for a while, so she kept Stand by the door.

    "Why are you the only one here? What about Robert?" Angelina asked. "He's the only one missing."

    "I slipped away as soon as the meeting was over. He was probably caught by Percy and went on patrol." Sylvia shrugged, "I know that's one of the prefect's duties. , but the school's twenty-four prefects have to work in shifts, right? So I will walk first if I can, I prefer the job of curfew patrol."

    "Only he is so honest." Emily smiled helplessly.

    "After all, we are not ordinary people with glasses." Fred sighed proudly

    "You must be very sad not to be a female prefect? ​​Emily." George shook his head, "If you can accompany the glasses boy then, he will not be bored. West You give her the prefect badge, how about we continue to relax?"

    "Shut up you guys." Emily snorted angrily.

    In fact, it is not difficult for Sylvia to notice the millionaires on the ground, and it is not difficult to notice that the boys leave their positions to the girls and choose to sit on the ground.

    It's that feeling again.

    The moment she was pulled into the compartment. The eight of them gathered together and looked like they were laughing. If I hadn't been here, this cubicle might look like this right now. Their group of good friends should be like this. The female prefect will be Emily, and Fred and George will welcome the two new prefects with their new tricks.

    She doesn't like this sense of time and space overlapping due to having two memories.

    Sylvia found herself getting more and more emotional.

    The half-blooded centaur fortune-teller said she could change the horoscope. Indeed, everything has changed because of her arrival. But this prefect's medal, as if she stole something from someone else.

    Merlin's beard! What the **** am I thinking? Why do I like to meddle so much at certain times and keep myself out of it at other times? I'm afraid it's not schizophrenia, right? Is this the after-effects of being in contact with Tom Riddle? Or a side effect of practicing Occlumency? Or is it too tiring to read books and practice spells this holiday? Sylvia couldn't find the reason for a while.

    "What's wrong with you? Bunny?" Fred grabbed Sylvia's arm violently, which made the girl calm down.

    "Searle, it's scary that you suddenly don't speak." Patricia whispered. Everyone looked at Sylvia quietly, all looking frightened.

    "George, can you speak your mind first?" Fred turned his head to look at George with some seriousness, but before George could speak, Sylvia interrupted him.

    "What are you doing, how serious. I just lost my mind." Sylvia pointed at her head with a smirk, "You know how long-winded and hypnotic Percy is. I still have his words in my head. Merlin knows how much of his tirade is an insinuation of my bad behavior?"

    "I think we need to invent an ear filter." Fred jumped on the topic quickly, which even surprised Sylvia.

    "Automatically filter out unnecessary content." George nodded with a smile, "Hey! This is so necessary! Man! You can always give us new ideas!"

    "Okay! Your dear prefects are going to bed!" Sylvia squeezed into Arya and sat down, pulled the cap of her cloak, covered her entire face and leaned against the window Close your eyes.

    "Be careful, folks."

    "Waking up the prefect will be fined for confinement." Fred and George laughed. Sylvia pulled out her wand and threw out two tongue-locking spells, which were quickly released. Everyone was stunned for a while, and the next second, cheers erupted from the compartment.

    "Damn Bunny! You secretly learned curses behind our backs?"

    "I said you must have secretly saved some great tricks this summer!"

    "How did you do it?"

    "Teach us! Please!"

    "Ignore them! Ciel! This is the topic of our next girls' tea party! Right?"

    "This is so cool!"

    Sylvia's brain was about to explode with this kind of bombardment. But she was inexplicably amused by the way the boys and girls confronted each other in disapproval, so much so that she returned her laughter to the crowd of questioning and pleading.

    As the train rolled forward, she also wanted to understand something along the way. The Occlumency practice exhausted her and made her re-gazing at her memories.

    This prefect's medal is quite heavy for her. That was Dumbledore's affirmation of her, and it was also a spur to her.

    She still has a lot to learn, she still has a lot to do.

    The author has something to say:

    A previous comment mentioned what would happen if Sear caught the Gemini? Of course, it is covered up fiercely! Hahaha actually I don't think they can meet. The twin night tour has already reached the point of perfection. It can't be simply encountered by the prefect of the night tour patrol, right? They're even less likely to cause trouble for Searle. Maybe it's their tacit understanding that they don't meet.

    There are also comments that Huo Ge has a good impression or love for Searle. Brother Huo is a very proud person, I think even if he falls in love with a girl, the way he expresses his love will be different. For a guy who is usually a loner, he can take the initiative to find someone. It's already very active! He also rarely shows his sincerity and wears a mask almost all the time. And Hoddle is an extremely rational guy.

    In addition, today is Draco's birthday, I wish you a happy birthday!

    I also voted for a handwritten letter dedicated to the Black family at station B today. To tell you the truth, I was basically busy with this in May. (I voted for a personal one on Brother Drag's birthday last year and promised that there will be one related to him this year, so I completed my flag) If you are interested, you can give me a show. If you search for the immortal stars in the dark, you should be able to see it. The author is the familiar pine nuts. Hahaha!

    In short, the fifth grade officially begins! You can look at the label and feel it haha!

    Last Last! I wish all the best friends in the college entrance examination! Gold title!