HP Dear Miss Freak

    "Fred Hogwarts Vinegar Weasley."

     Lost again.

    This year's guessing sorting hat contest ended with Fred's triumphant laughter.

    Strange, why is my God's perspective useless in front of Fred?

    Is this guy born to kill me?

    Sylvia reluctantly tossed a silver coin upwards, and Fred took the coin with ease.

    "I knew I should have been betting on a Galleon since the first grade." Fred looked very dissatisfied.

    "What a great idea!" Sylvia sneered extremely exaggeratedly, "Bunny will really bet you a gold Galleon! Just dream!"

    "It's not ashamed to lose to me, little Bunny." Fred put on Sylvia's shoulder with a smile, "You talk about our relationship, your money is not mine money?"

    "Sorry, that should be, your money is mine. Do you understand the rules?" Sylvia corrected.

    "What...you two..." Ron looked dumbfounded, "Have you talked about who will manage the money?"

    "Shut up! Ronald!" Sylvia and Fred turned their heads and shouted at the same time, Ron shrank his head, feeling as if he saw his parents getting angry at the same time.

    "You just let Seale, Fred." George put on the air of a peacemaker, "Will you bow your head first in the end? For your future In the days, I must learn more from my father."

    "George Weasley!" Sylvia and Fred once again turned to stare at George at the same time.

    "What nonsense?" Fred clenched his teeth and stood up, posing to press George's head on the table across the table.

    "Looking for a draw?" Sylvia stared threateningly.

    "Do you think they are more and more alike?" Li leaned into George's ear and asked in a low voice.

      's eyes, although he knew they couldn't hear, but still pulled out a well-behaved smile.

    "Exciting good news." Before the meal, Dumbledore smiled and cleared his throat, "Welcome two new teachers to our team."

    "I will applaud to death later! I understand!" Sylvia lowered her voice and gave instructions to the friends on the table.

     "The first one was Professor Lupin, who graciously agreed to fill the vacancy in the Defence Against the Dark Arts course." . But Remus noticed that the area where Sylvia was in applauded quite loudly.

    Sylvia felt stunned. She raised her head to meet that gaze, and immediately saw that her favorite Professor Snape was staring at her with the look of a jumping clown. She suddenly felt a little guilty, and slightly restrained her arrogant smile. From the moment Remus stepped into the auditorium, the expression on Snape's face was no longer the contempt of the past, but hatred.

    "As for our second appointment," Dumbledore continued, "I regret to inform you that our Conservation of Magical Creatures teacher, Professor Kettle Burn, retired late last year. However, I am happy to say that it is none other than Rubeus Hagrid! Hagrid has agreed to serve as a teacher in addition to being a gamekeeper."

    Sylvia and the twins took the lead in cheering, and the long table of Gryffindors did not hesitate to perform what is called thunderous applause.

    "Hagrid is here to teach us a lesson in protecting magical creatures? Do you think we have a chance to meet a guy like a giant spider?" Fred patted Sylvia on the shoulder excitedly.

    "This is wonderful! Of course, we will miss old Professor Kettleburn." George was also obviously quite excited.

    After the meal, I went back to the dormitory and hugged my bed.

    No!

    Sylvia looked at the dazed and excited first-grade children on the long table and suddenly became overwhelmed with emotion. She almost forgot she still had the job. It's still not reliable enough!

    "Come on, Bunny. I'm tired." Apparently Fred forgot about it too.

    "I'm a prefect, remember? Fred?" Sylvia shrugged helplessly and gestured to Robert who was not far away, Fred rolled his eyes , "I have to take the freshman to the common room."

    "I'd say being a prefect is boring." George shook his head and stood up.

    "It's so pathetic. We're gone! Don't miss us too much!" Fred waved his hand dashingly, and left with a shoulder to shoulder with George.

    Sylvia probably didn't miss them very much. But they both miss Sylvia quite a bit.

    The two were lying on the railing of the stairs of the male dormitory, watching Robert and Sylvia introduce the freshmen. They wrote down every slot and planned to laugh and laugh at Sylvia. But they didn't expect that after the girl's impassioned speech, the children asked questions at random.

    "Prefect Tonks, are you friends with Harry Potter?" asked a thin boy named Jack Sloper.

    "Of course, Jack. We're friends. You can call me by my name, not my prefect." Sylvia felt that the title made her even more stressed.

    "Merlin's beard! Can you introduce us?" asked Romilda Vanney. Sylvia was very worried that this little girl would give Harry the love potion sooner. Rational chasing stars, sister!

    "I'll pass it on." Sylvia could only smile politely.

    "Prefect Sylvia, I heard you punched Malfoy last year for a Muggle wizard!" Andrew Kirk's eyes were glowing.

    "Don't, don't, don't mention it! This is a turnaround!" Sylvia couldn't handle the admiring glances from those Muggle-born and half-blooded children.

    "Tell us about it!" Jack jumped up and down with excitement, "I heard from my cousin in Hufflepuff that you were attacked at the end of the semester?"

    "No no no no..."

    "Tell me! Please!"

    "No no no no no no no..."

    Situations like this have undoubtedly drained both Fred and George's patience.

    "Why don't they pester you? Spectacled boy?" Fred and George stood side by side, blocking Robert on the stairs to the dormitory.

    "Thanks to the enthusiastic Prefect Searle." Robert smiled, "Which of us is more popular, you two should have known?"

    "Damn it, why are these kids so annoying?" Fred said through gritted teeth, putting his hand in his pocket and holding the bluff bomb.

    "Mainly because she's having fun, isn't she?" Robert smiled and squeezed past the twins.

    "It's necessary to teach a lesson. Right? Fred?" George grinned at his brother. "Think whose girl is that? Should you do it yourself?"

    "Huh?" Fred rolled his eyes, "What nonsense are you talking about? Am I such a careful person?"

    "I mean—" George took Fred's shoulder, "to teach Syle a lesson, she looks like she wants to replace us as the most popular one in Gryffindor ."

    "That's right! George!" Fred seemed to accept this statement quickly, pulling out a bluff bomb and hitting the ground hard.

    "Fred? What are you doing?" Not to mention the other children, even Sylvia was taken aback by surprise.

    "Want to try the Weasley Brothers trick?" Fred looked at the freshmen with a big smile, "We still have a lot."

    Sylvia smiled helplessly as she looked at the freshmen who were immediately attracted to her attention. She looked at Fred's smug look, and at George's frantically hinting at something. She was stunned, and following George's eyes, she saw a still life painting with lemons on the wall.

    And this seems to be just the beginning.

    Sylvia found herself still very good at raising children. Or perhaps it was her familiarity with the worldview and her years of experience at Hogwarts, which allowed her to solve all the doubts of the freshmen with ease and consolidate her position.

    "Jack, Andrew, you two are going the wrong way." Sylvia looked at the two bold boys and felt a little amused, "You are going to a Transfiguration class, right? You should go there the stairs."

    "This is too big!" Jack patted his head depressedly holding the deformation textbook.

    "Do you have class in the morning? Prefect Sylvia? Maybe you'd like to take us?" Andrew scratched the back of his head embarrassedly.

    "What do you think?" Fred and George squinted at the two little boys, "No prize guessing, does our prefect have time?"

    "You won't get lost when you stay at Hogwarts for a long time." Sylvia looked at the two young boys and laughed, "Also, just call me by my name. already."

    "Then can we call you Syl like your friends?" Jack blinked, his face full of innocence.

    Well, naive. Fred almost broke his teeth.

    "What do you think?" The twins' duet interrupted Sylvia again.

    "No prize quiz, can you, as first-year children, call our honorable Prefect Searle?" Fred folded his arms and pulled out a threatening smile.

    "If you don't leave, you will be late." George also snorted, "No prize quiz, will Professor McGonagall turn the two of you into two little pigs?" Only then did the children realize that the time was running out, and hurriedly ran away.

    "Why scare the children?" Sylvia looked at the two small boys beside her and couldn't help laughing.

    "Little boy, little boy." Fred clicked his tongue, "How can I trouble you with so many things? No need to trouble our good Prefect Charlie at all."

    "How can everyone be like you." Sylvia smiled and patted Fred's shoulder, obviously this sentence made the guy feel better instantly.

    "Pfft."

    "What are you laughing at? Waughlin." Fred turned his head sharply and met Hoddle, who was mocking. At the same time that Fred found himself so sensitive to this guy's disgusting laughter, Sylvia once again sighed in his heart that this guy really walks silently.

    "It's all funny." Hoddle pointed at Fred and then at Sylvia. He just watched the whole thing on the side, as if he was watching a child's farce. "If you don't leave, you will be late." He returned the sentence to the three of them.

    "What's your business?" Fred raised his chin without showing weakness.

    "Professor Binns took personal leave today, and he asked a senior to help him with a self-study class." Hoddle said as he passed by the three, without looking back. Go forward, "No prize quiz, who did he find?"

    "He found you?" Sylvia followed with a stare.

    "What are you capable of teaching us?" Fred and George looked at each other and followed reluctantly.

    "At the beginning of the school year, someone submitted an article to the "Wizard Culture Weekly" academic seminar column on the history of magic, no prize quiz, who is that?" Hoddle did not hide himself in front of them at all "It was reported by the Daily Prophet under the title of the youngest historian of magic. Of course, this is exaggerated. But who is it?"

    "Not bad! Mr. Waughlin!" Sylvia clapped her hands excitedly, "Did you get a lot of royalties?"

    "There is a prize quiz, will my fist fall into your face." Fred pulled Sylvia back and glared at Hoddle very unfriendly.

    "What is the reward?" Hoddle seemed happy to continue the conversation with him.

    "I'll give you another punch!" Fred has already raised his arms, "I advise you to get out of my sight now! Otherwise, you can guess if I will be in class later. Throwing **** at you?"

    "Look at the time, Weasley." Hoddle smiled and continued to walk forward, "I will deduct points for being late."

    "Why do you deduct my points?" Fred roared angrily.

    "He could have been." Sylvia pulled Lafred's sleeve.

    "He's a prefect, man." George shook his head.

    "I'm a **** prefect!" Fred also strode away his long legs, and George followed with a smile.

    "Why did you scold him for taking me!" Sylvia trotted along with her in grievance.

    How did these two guys go to Egypt to grow so much? The principle of Jin Zhu Zhechi, is it that I am more or less longer?

    Fred felt that he and the prefect had a blood feud in the past life.

    "Prefect Sylvia, why did Fred keep staring at us?" Jack asked Sylvia in a low voice.

    "It could also be Senior George, I can't tell them apart." Andrew added in a low voice.

    "It's okay, it's Fred, he's staring at me." Sylvia smiled and continued to explain the history of magic to them.

    "Are you a couple?" Andrew asked, Sylvia almost choked on her own saliva, "I mean, you and Fred."

    "Why do you think that?" Sylvia cleared her throat.

    "He looks like he's trying to put **** in our mouths!"

    "Trust me, he wants to put **** in everyone's mouth."

    "He's been trying his best to try his tricks on our freshman."

    "Oh! This one! Be content! It's still free to play now, but it will cost money when their tricks and careers mature."

    "He always makes fun of us and doesn't feel like us."

    "I can't say whether he likes you or not, but he likes to joke the most." Sylvia put down the quill after circling the last mistake, "You are nothing. , we can't let up for a minute every day as if we were fighting."

    The two children thanked and left with their textbooks and parchment. And Fred and George also sat next to Sylvia with their arms in their arms.

    "Look at you two scaring the children." Sylvia smiled and shook her head, "I still have to help you maintain your image. Especially you, Fred! Don't add more to me Workload?"

    "It's been so long since school started, don't talk about going out for a night tour! There's no time to play together!" Fred glared and complained, "Can you give us a little time? Dear class Long?" Sylvia couldn't say why, but she didn't like the title of prefect coming out of Fred's mouth.

    "You can be the first prefect to lead the night tour." George encouraged with a smile.

    "I know I really haven't played with you for a long time." Sylvia smiled apologetically, "The children need me. And Percy always adds work to me!"

    "Need you? Are those requirements reasonable? Percy doesn't care about being so lenient! He knows how to throw the mess on you! Idiot!" Fred snorted coldly.

    "That's great! I want to go back to the dormitory! I want the prefect to carry me back!" Fred acted like a rogue.

    "Do you want a nod? Fred. You're a six-foot guy, want me to hug you?" Sylvia almost couldn't help laughing.

    "I don't care! I can't walk! I want the prefect to hug me!" Fred hugged Sylvia involuntarily.

    "Is something wrong with you?! Fred! Get me off!"

    "I don't care! I'm a kid too!"

    "Do you understand that men and women don't give and receive? Little Fred?"

    "Then you gave me a hug when you were drunk." Fred's head buried on Sylvia's shoulder suddenly lifted up, facing her bright Eye.

    "Me?" Sylvia was stunned.

    "You don't even remember, do you?" Fred couldn't help laughing.

    "I...don't remember...can you forget about that day?" Sylvia admitted that she was a little embarrassed.

    "How can you not remember? You held me alive that night! You took advantage of me! And I couldn't sleep!" Fred shouted loudly, completely Ignoring other people's eyes, "How could you forget about being a hooligan! It's too much!"

    "Keep your voice down!" Sylvia looked around in a panic, glaring back the curious eyes, "You guys! Look at what! It's on! Go back to sleep now!"

    "Is the true form revealed? Little Bunny!" Fred gave a tricky smile.

    "Fred Weasley!"

    The author has something to say:

    I started to get jealous hahahaha!

    This situation should be something everyone would like to see hahaha!

    I personally like this part of Huo Ge and Gemini and Searle! I just can't say I love it!

    I think about it carefully now, in fact, there are other words to describe the fifth grade, after all, this year is very emotional. But I thought about it for a long time, and it feels like diligence can be better summarized, including dark lines or something (ah I can't say any more

    I think fifth grade, pay careful attention to their emotional performance, I try very hard to hint and foreshadow. Thank you to the little angel who voted or irrigated nutrient solution for me during 2021-06-0210:03:49~2021-06-08 20:56:06~

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