HP Dear Miss Freak

    "The fate of Buckbeak and Master Malfoy has to be said."

    As expected of fifth grade. The heavy academic pressure has made Sylvia dream back to the college entrance examination period.

    Why do Aurors have to have so many Os? I might as well take my life if I get an O in Potions!

    Sylvia sat in the library and looked at a Potions textbook like she was looking at a nest of Flobber caterpillars. Suddenly someone tapped her on the shoulder, making her so scared that she almost pulled out the dagger in her pocket.

    "You're really insane, Mr. Waughlin." Sylvia frowned at the smiling guy, "Have you been laughing more and more lately? ate too much?"

    "Who has nothing to eat?" Hoddle imitated Sylvia's usual tone, sat down beside her unceremoniously, handed a notebook, "No thanks ."

    Sylvia didn't say anything, took the notebook and read it. This is Hoddle's Potions Notebook, pinpointing every key point and clearly writing the analysis in a way that is easier to understand than a textbook.

    "Is this the science student's notebook?" Sylvia had to sigh that his notes were quite clear, "Why don't you sell it to me at a price, Mr. Waughlin." She always felt that she couldn't spend the fruits of this guy's labor for free.

    "Sold to you? It's beautiful." Hoddle sneered, "Rent to you, calculated by the day."

     "It's black enough." Sylvia looked at him and smiled, "I really saw you right."

    "I reflected on it, you are right." Hoddle folded his arms and showed a smug smile, "I should accumulate some capital for my trip."

    "If I hire you to help me with tutoring, would you be willing?" Sylvia began to wonder if her small treasury could hold up.

    "I do." This guy made Sylvia goosebumps when he said it like a wedding vow.

    "You you you you you! I have to inform all Ravenclaw, no, all the little girls in Hogwarts have to be careful of you!" Sylvia hugged her arm and rubbed it After rubbing, "Have you been staying with me for a long time - how did you become so... so..." Hoddle rested his head with one hand, looking at what you were going to say.

    "Hey! Forget it! Quote a price!" Sylvia said with dignity and dignity as if placing an order on Double Eleven.

    "I'm kidding with you." Hoddle smiled and rubbed Sylvia's head. Yeah, what a nice smile like that. Sylvia found that Hoddle was more and more fond of showing such a bright smile. "That's the notebook I rearranged during the O.W.Ls. I think it's suitable for you. Anyway, with your brain, it's good to be able to remember the key points I drew." He pointed to Sylvia's head. , pointed to his own again, "If you have any questions, just come and ask me."

    "Hey wait." Sylvia stopped Hoddle who was about to get up, motioned him to get closer, and whispered in his ear, "I want to go to Devi again. S and Bans store. I have to find some books on extraction and refining."

    "If you want to go, just find me anytime." Hoddle showed a good smile again, and walked away.

    Sylvia watched the Ravenclaw boy leave, and looking at his brisk footsteps always felt that he was in an inexplicably good mood today. And she didn't know that on the other side of the bookshelf behind her, stood three of her best friends. Fred and George and Rebecca watched through the gaps in the bookshelves.

    "Fred, if you don't make a move, you will lose." George whispered and shook his head.

    "George is right." Rebecca looked at Fred with a sullen face, "Don't you see it? Waughlin is after Searle!"

    Fred didn't say anything, but the clenched fist showed that he was not as calm as he appeared.

    Every time Sylvia met Astoria at school, she would try to use various tricks to sneak a small note to her, sometimes it was a paper plane that could track, sometimes it was a sticky To the paper villain on the back of the opponent's hand, and sometimes the paper star that suddenly appeared in the pocket.

    Although it's just a few verses that Sylvia likes or interesting cold knowledge. But she was quite enjoying it. Especially when the girl secretly replies to her with some little magic spells.

    Of course, Sylvia still looks at the atmosphere very much, she will not cause trouble for her little angel. For example, when Astoria was surrounded by her little snake friends, when she was writing papers in the library, and now, when she was in a hurry to go where.

    In a hurry?

    Sylvia looked back at Astoria, who hurriedly greeted herself and walked away, she knew that her nosy thing had happened again.

    "Hi! Leah! What happened?" Sylvia strode after the little snake.

    "Oh, Syl-" The girl smiled politely but reluctantly, not slowing down, "I heard from Pansy that Draco was injured during class, and I have to go to the medical wing Look at him."

    "Draco—injured—" Sylvia understood the cause and effect in almost no second. "Then I'll go see him with you."

    "You? I'm not sure he'll feel any better seeing you." Astoria shook her head.

    "He sees me and thinks that he will be all right as soon as he gets angry." Sylvia regretted this sentence, after all, in the eyes of Miss Greengrass, this is not a joke good time. Although she wasn't kidding either. "Well, how about I go to the kitchen to get him something to eat? What does he like to eat?" Sylvia added after a pause.

    "You go with me." Astoria finally showed a sincere smile, "Actually, I can see that he doesn't hate you."

    Then I was so successful.

    Sylvia smiled back and said nothing more.

    "I have a question, you must answer me truthfully." Astoria suddenly stopped, turned her head and looked at Sylvia sternly, "Don't laugh, don't play tricks, I'm seriously asking you."

    "You said." Sylvia nodded and stood up straight, putting on her most serious face.

    "Do you like Draco?"

    "No!"

    Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, feeling like she was shivering in front of the master. Astoria looked like she was not lying, and the curvature of the corners of her mouth expressed her joy.

    "Do you have someone you like?" Astoria smiled and pushed open the door of the medical wing in front of her, "How can you be so smart..."

    "Damn it! What are you doing here!" Draco was lying on the bed looking weak, but when he saw Sylvia, he immediately stared at him like he was blown away from the bed bounce up.

    "I'm so smart and smart..." Sylvia admitted that she was inexplicably like an innocent little boy when she was praised by the girl.

    "You must see that I have it, right?" Astoria turned around and said in a low voice, then walked to Draco's bed. Apparently, seeing that Draco wasn't injured as badly as rumored, the young lady relaxed.

    You are smart and smart.

    Sylvia stood a little further away with emotion, admiring the Slytherin girl, listening with interest to Draco's exaggerated description of his injury experience and The hateful pheasant in his mouth.

    "So what are you doing here?" Draco couldn't help but look at Sylvia again, even though the little lion had been standing there obediently, not saying a word .

    Of course I knocked CP at the scene, please continue when I don’t exist!

    "Look at him, Leah." Sylvia smiled and shook her head, "It's unreasonable."

    "Leah is also your name? What the **** are you doing? Are you kidding me?" Draco stared, his face flushed.

    "Searle said he wanted to visit you with me when he heard that you were injured." Astoria said softly. Sylvia immediately made a look of grievance.

    "You still care about me? Stop being hypocritical!" Draco snorted disdainfully.

    "It looks like you're in good spirits." Sylvia grinned broadly, "It's great that you're fine."

    "Not good! I'm not good at all!" The guy yelled, clutching his bandaged arm, "If I'm a little late, I'll have to say goodbye to my arm!"

    Come on you.

    "Oh my God! This is too serious!" Sylvia rushed to his bedside and screamed in cooperation, "Fortunately you are all right! This is too scary !" Astoria almost couldn't hold back her laughter, but her upbringing over the years made her smile look decent.

    "I'm fine, okay? You hurry up? I'm annoying when I see you." Draco felt bored instantly. Sylvia was glad that she finally mastered a method to deal with Draco.

    "It's fine." Sylvia got the answer she wanted and turned to leave, "Just live a good life and don't come and find fault again."

    "I knew you had any good intentions?" Draco snorted coldly, "Come to plead for the big man and the pheasant? I tell you! I won't let him go! "

    "What? You're actually going to trouble him?" Sylvia immediately turned her head back in disbelief, "Master Malfoy is so careful! I didn't even think of this level!"

    "Ha!" Draco was excited again, "Stop following me! Go back and tell Scarhead! He must not cry for his pheasant friend!"

    "Why are you so troublesome? I just don't understand." Sylvia was a little speechless, but couldn't say anything.

    "Draco is injured, shouldn't Hagrid be responsible?" Astoria looked at Sylvia with a serious tone, "I've never heard of one Professors hurt students."

    "You don't know how painful it is! Astoria!" Draco actually sighed pitifully.

    "I... I wish you a speedy recovery." Sylvia turned and quickly left the medical wing. It's not like I can't tell you, Leah, but how can I tell you that it was actually Draco's own doing? That's what it feels like to be speechless.

    If I take divination lessons, maybe I can give this little master a hint to stay away from hippogriffs.

    Never mind. Anyway, this is the KPI of the Iron Triangle, and they can solve it.

    "Don't go so fast." Draco's voice sounded behind Sylvia again, "Don't fall down just to see your big friend in a hurry."

      I can tell you that it's not your skill to use power to bully people." Astoria stood beside Draco. It seems that the young master has had enough and the patient is hungry, so he has to go to eat.

    "I don't understand what you mean." Draco smacked his lips with a regretful expression, "I just think I really like your expression. Would you still compromise? Storia?"

    "You're making me sound like an unreasonable person, Draco." Astoria just shrugged, "It's your fault, Searle."

    "Yeah—and I've always been reasonable." Sylvia also shrugged and took a few steps back to distance them from them, "Of course, I've always been She is very protective of her friends."

    "Shut up? Is this what Saint Tonks should do?" Draco laughed.

      Experts, right? A true stab in the back, my friends."

    "Sounds like you're a Slytherin." Astoria chuckled.

    "But unfortunately, we in Slytherin have no idiots." Draco raised his chin proudly.

    "Aren't Slytherins stupid?"

    "Who is this dangling idiot?"

    Fred and George saw them from the courtyard and circled around, surrounding Draco from left to right.

    "Look and see, how can you be injured?" Fred said regretfully, while lifting Draco's injured arm, which made the young master scream in pain Call.

    "What kind of idiot would make himself look like this in school?" George laughed. "Remember? Fred. We fell off a broom when we were six. Not hanging arms like that."

    "Fuck me both of you!" Draco's grin was not deterrent at all.

    "I warn you to show some respect! Searle! Are you watching your classmates mocking Draco so maliciously? You have a prefect's medal on your body!" Astori Ya took a step back, grabbing Draco's uninjured arm, staring at the twins she never knew.

    "Yo? Malfoy, you got yourself a little girlfriend too?" He returned the taunts Draco had made to Harry and Ginny at the time.

    "Do you know who you're warning? Miss Freshman?" George pulled out a sinister smile, "It seems that our Weasley brothers are really not famous enough."

    "So you know she's a prefect." Fred interrupted Draco who was about to speak with a sudden realization.

    "Then show some respect, little girl." George snorted coldly.

    "Don't bully Leah." Sylvia stopped the cynicism that the two of them planned to go further, "How inappropriate is it for you two to bully a little girl?"

    "Bunny! This is your friend!" Fred looked suddenly enlightened.

    "What! A friend of our dear prefect!" George immediately picked up on Fred's words, "You know what we should do, Fred."

    "Of course of course! How can we let our prefect lose face!" Fred showed an attentive smile and leaned in front of Draco, "Do you want me to carry you to the auditorium? Mal? Mr Fu?"

    "Or do you want to try being carried on the shoulders of the Weasleys?" George patted his shoulder, "Little Ronnie liked to play this when he was a kid."

    "Although he doesn't know that he will be thrown to the ground in the next second." Fred patted Draco on the shoulder and laughed.

    "But don't worry! We won't throw you to the ground!" George looked terrified.

    "But staying with us is always thrilling."

    "What's going to happen?"

    "We don't know!" The two guys smirked and their shoulders were shaking.

    "You're sick! Weasley! Stay away from me!" Draco stared, with a mouthful of shit.

    "Bunny treats you as a friend doesn't mean you can be so arrogant in front of us." Fred stopped his hippie smile for a second, "Especially in front of me." He had already seen This guy has been upset for a long time: "If you don't mind having the other arm like this, don't tell me."

    "And you, girl." George turned his head to look at Astoria, who was unhappy, "You better know that the Weasley brothers are the worst in all of Hogwarts. Nice guy."

    "They both like to joke." Sylvia just said lightly, "You understand."

    "Do you really think you can sit on the Weasleys' shoulders?" Fred laughed arrogantly.

    "This service can only be provided to our Miss Prefect!" George said, and La Sylvia's arm easily threw her to Fred, and the two of them easily Put the **** the shoulders.

      "Don't you think we look stupid?" Sylvia couldn't help laughing.

    "I don't think so!" The twins laughed too.

    "It's pretty good too?" Astoria looked at Draco, "It's lively, we don't see anything like this there."

    "Huh?" Draco rolled his eyes in disbelief, "Isn't it natural to not see that? A stupid lion is a stupid lion."

    Astoria quickly caught up with Draco's sudden acceleration. She could see that different emotions flashed in the young master's eyes. It's not disgust, it's not disgust, it's too much to say it's yearning and envy. Astoria couldn't tell what it was, but there was something brighter or less hidden in his light-colored eyes.

    The author has something to say:

    Fifth grade is long, long, long. Fred's confession is still early.

    Sorry to everyone in advance, it's really still a long time before we can be together hahahaha woo woo woo I was thinking about the lengthening of the emotional line, but I didn't expect it to be so long! But after all, Searle's entrance has two more years of content than the original, so you don't have to worry about the follow-up plot! There is also the opportunity to fall in love! If this book is finished and the next book is opened, I will definitely let the children know quickly! (know wrong

    But I promise that this year will be full of love lines! The jealous, the jealous, the misunderstanding, the heartbeat will not be less!

    I saw some great ideas in the comments, which I might write as a sideline.

    Fred is jealous, let him go! (Damn! How can you let it go?)

    Saturday, this chapter should have been reviewed when I came out of the sixth-level examination room? I wanted to write some extras for the Dragon Boat Festival, but recently the exam is at the end of the term, and all kinds of DDLs are terrible. I hope everyone's end of the term will go smoothly! I wish you all a healthy Dragon Boat Festival!

    Here, I think Draco's renovation plan may be 55%! Thank you to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2021-06-05 20:56:06~2021-06-1119:45:12~

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 3 bottles of rice; 1 bottle of vinyl chloride;

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