HP Dear Miss Freak

     "The fish that slipped through the net again."

    "Peter Pettigrew escaped."

    This sentence spread like a plague at Hogwarts after the first Daily Prophet was delivered to the Great Hall. As can be seen from the reports, the most fearful place right now should be the Ministry of Magic.

    Almost at the same time as she received the newspaper, Sylvia also received a letter from Sirius. It was filled with words of comfort for her to stay at school honestly, and that he would resolve this matter. Put her at ease.

    No wonder.

    The newspapers marked many places where Peter Pettigrew haunted. Although it cannot be ruled out that some people reported the case when they saw the mouse, but looking at the overwhelming news these days, the mouse has recently been traveling all the way north. And the biggest guess is that he came to seek revenge for Sylvia.

    Although Sylvia felt that he was just breaking the jar and looking for his master, or that he was just fleeing. But all these points seemed to tell Sylvia that she had not changed anything, and that Voldemort was about to make a comeback.

    The cruel fate has not been rewritten—

    The end of the road is still killing—

    Sylvia has been waking up in a nightmare for more than one day. She would always get up angrily and leave the dorm to enjoy the dawn of Hogwarts in the Astronomy Tower. But she didn't like this feeling at all, this feeling of powerlessness and disappointment.

    "Those idiots at the Ministry of Magic!" One day she couldn't take it anymore, and slammed the newspaper reporting how dangerous she and Harry were in the auditorium, and threw it on the floor of the auditorium, "Isn't it? Do they have to have a fugitive to know that their scary jailers are still ignorant? Why are those old guys so self-righteous?" Well, they really haven't experienced Azkaban's fugitives.

    "Just a bunch of old bastards." Fred spat hard, pushing Sylvia's favorite mashed potatoes in front of her, "Trust me, Bunny, you'll be fine. of."

    "I'm not afraid! Fred!" Sylvia patted her forehead irritably.

    "I mean, believe me, Bunny." Fred smiled slightly, "The Ministry of Magic is unreliable, don't you think I'm unreliable? That rat has been in my house for so many years, burnt to ashes I know them all. As long as he dares to appear, I will handle him myself."

    "I can't believe it." George shook his head aside, "Have you heard? Fudge wants Dementors to enter Hogwarts! Although Dumbledore strongly objected, but He always thought the rat was going to come to you and settle accounts with Harry."

    "It's not unreasonable for him to think so, isn't it?" Harry walked across the three of them and sat down, "He's the guy who blew up a dozen Muggles in one go, and cunningly He slandered his friend and disappeared for ten years. He must have come out to seek revenge for the child, and there is no other possibility."

    "How ironic, Harry." Sylvia gave Harry a high-five, "If I tell him, he will go to his master right away. If he resurrects his master now , but a great hero. It's quite worth it." It's no longer because he was desperate to go to Voldemort, but he swallowed it for ten years and successfully escaped from prison to find the old master, which is much more touching!

    Peter Pettigrew can be assigned to Gryffindor, maybe he has enough courage to follow the strong.

    "To be honest, don't you think he will come to you for revenge?" Harry thought for a while before asking.

    I wish he really just wanted to seek revenge on me.

    Sylvia swallowed. If he started looking for Voldemort now, he didn't know what would happen. When everything returned to its original point, Sylvia found that it was better to develop as it was, so she could find a way to deal with it in time.

    "Let him come." Fred said through gritted teeth, "Bunny's sister is an Auror."

     "That's right! He doesn't dare to approach Searle's house, isn't that just throwing himself into the net?" George nodded in agreement, "I guess he's wandering around now, trying to raise his sperm. Accumulate."

    "If he does come back..." Sylvia frowned, "He can sneak in without knowing it." She had to plan for the worst, but she The worst that can be accepted is to develop as the original plot. Sylvia fell into contemplation again, this time there was an Auror staring at him, which would inevitably affect his efficiency, and it should not be so easy to succeed.

    Yeah? I'm not just comforting myself, am I?

    "Yes." Professor McGonagall's voice came from behind them, "it would be easy for Peter Pettigrew to slip back. So Professor Dumbledore has something for Potter and Tonks to do. Go to the office."

    Sylvia and Harry looked at each other and followed Professor McGonagall's footsteps uneasily.

    "Professor McGonagall, what happened?" Harry asked, even though he knew it wouldn't be good.

    "Professor Dumbledore will tell you personally. But in any case, this is a decision that everyone has negotiated. None of you are allowed to play nonsense." Professor McGonagall's eyes fell on Sylvia, "Especially you, Sylvia. You should know that you should be mature enough to be elected prefect."

    "I know..." Sylvia agreed, she was indeed the more noisy one. Or, is the rebellious mentality stronger?

    "Go in." Professor McGonagall led the two little lions to the door of Dumbledore's office. She opened the door and let them go in first.

    "Professor Dumbledore..." Sylvia felt relieved when she saw the loving smile on Dumbledore's face, but she soon saw that there were other people in the office. Alone, "Sirius? Why are you here?"

    "I invited him here." Dumbledore smiled and motioned for the two children to sit down, "I have a decision to tell you."

    "What decision?" Harry frowned.

    "For your safety, we have decided to temporarily deny Sylvia and Harry your permission to go to Hogsmeade." Dumbledore said seriously, as if announcing that something was wrong The same decree is reversed.

    "What?" Harry couldn't sit still, "but...it's not fair."

    "Harry hasn't been to Hogsmeade yet," Sylvia whispered, though she knew it was always right to be wary.

    "It is so. You two listen to me." Sirius said after Dumbledore gestured, "I don't think Peter Pettigrew will do anything too crazy, but I can't Let one of you have a little surprise. Understand? He's not a top wizard, but he's not easy to deal with. Not to mention he's been exposed to black magic that you can't believe."

    "But he..." Harry looked at Sirius and Sylvia in frustration, as if to confirm that they should be on a united front.

    "Peter Pettigrew used to haunt Hogsmeade." Professor McGonagall said slowly, his tone full of worry, "We can't predict what a shameless person can do."

    "He haunts Hogsmeade?" Sylvia glanced at Professor McGonagall, "It doesn't make sense..."

    "And Knockturn Alley. The Ministry of Magic won't let the Daily Prophet report this." Dumbledore nodded lightly on his head in recognition of the news, "It does cause a lot of confusion. Small panic."

    “Why is he running around so desperately?” Sylvia took a deep breath. Coming to a place where only wizards are dense, there is only one possibility - to find his master.

    "So, do you understand?" Sirius raised his voice, as if wishing for some dignity, "Neither of you are allowed to mess around with this matter. Especially you, Searle. . If you don't want me to confiscate that thing."

    "You're good enough..." The girl muttered, she didn't want to be watched by her uncle.

    "What did you say?" Sirius narrowed his eyes, "I know you'll be disobedient. But it's no small matter, Searle, you've always been sensible when it comes to business. You Understand? This is a serious matter."

    "I accept this decision." Sylvia nodded hurriedly and forced a smile. Although she felt that Sirius would not forcibly take away the Marauder's map.

    "And you, Harry." Sirius nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Harry again, "I signed the application to Hogsmeade for you, which means that I have to be responsible for you."

    "I see." Harry was clearly angry, but he nodded.

    "Okay, I think you should go back too. I remember there was Gryffindor training today?"

    "Searle, will you find a way?" Harry asked eagerly as soon as he left Dumbledore's office.

    "Find a way to get out?" Sylvia shrugged, "Harry, you know how easy it is for me to get out, and I don't really need to figure out a way."

    "Of course I do! I mean, you wouldn't be so heartless to leave me alone in the castle?" Harry asked, staring.

    "I may be heartless, but Fred and George won't." Sylvia smiled at Harry, "Don't worry boy, I won't ignore you."

    "Why is this haunted weather again?" Harry frowned at the gloomy sky.

    "Wait until I meet Oliver to know what a ghost is. You know he's ten times more nervous than before this year!" Sylvia shook her head helplessly.

    "Aren't you nervous, he's still Oliver Wood?" Harry nodded, "You whisper in his ear every day that this year's Quidditch Cup must be ours, and he's not at all touched by you. brainwashing.."

      "

    In recent days, the weather has been getting worse and worse just like the media situation. This year is colder than in previous years, and the night is even darker. But the Gryffindor Quidditch team was incredibly enthusiastic, as if nothing could stop them. Sylvia hopes that this can also indicate that everything will be smooth.

    "Hogsmeade!" Li shouted excitedly when he returned to the common room after training today. A notice has been posted on the old notice board telling everyone that Hogsmeade Day is coming at the end of October.

     "Whatever you say." Sylvia shook her head helplessly, "I can run into anything bad."

    "Even if Dumbledore won't let you go." Fred took Sylvia's shoulder, "You can go out without knowing it, right?"

    "Professor Dumbledore knows that I have a map, so he probably knows that I will sneak out." Sylvia also complained casually, but actually didn't care that much. She always felt that what Dumbledore said was the point of telling her what happened to Peter Pettigrew.

    "Eh—speaking of which!" George quickly leaned in and whispered, "We thought it was time to hand over the map to its new owner. What do you think?"

    "For Harry? Of course I have no problem." Sylvia laughed, "Anyway, we already know this castle well."

    "We will find a suitable opportunity to deliver this baby to him." Fred patted his chest very loyally, as if making a promise, "Then should we plan What's the plan for this Hogsmeade Day?"

    "We have to go to the seasoning!" George clapped his hands as if he had made a decision and couldn't refute, "Where do you want to go, Sir?"

    "We could go with you to Fengya Wizard's Clothing, too. It's not for girls, is it?" Fred suggested.

    "Ah!" Sylvia patted her head like a dream, and quickly broke free of Fred's arm and walked towards the door of the lounge, "I have something to do! I won't be with you at that time. One piece to go!"

    "What's the matter with her? How can she not join us in such a thrilling thing as sneaking out of school?" Fred watched Sylvia leave in disbelief.

    "Betting or not?" George showed a troubled smile, "Going to find Waughlin."

     Of course Fred wouldn't make this bet with George. Otherwise he will lose badly.

    "Do you think you're in trouble?" Hoddle said casually as he walked, as if the girl beside him was not with him, "I'll help you with any book you want. Can you take it? Do you doubt my vision?"

    "I don't know what book I want either." Sylvia was telling the truth, and she couldn't explain her purpose too clearly, "I just wanted to pick it myself. See me Thirst for knowledge?"

    If Pettigrew escapes, Sylvia should be more alert. She must solve the mystery of the curse as soon as possible, and must find a suitable way to save everyone.

    Hermione said something right, go to the library when in doubt. Sylvia knew that it was always right to read more.

    "No. But I saw your stupid dress." Hoddle gave her a distasteful look, "Don't you really think that wearing a hood will make you stand out in the crowd? You look like a walking black pyramid."

    "What can I do? I secretly came out anyway." Sylvia rolled her eyes and pulled her long hair out of the cape hat, covering her face even smaller , "If Flint and his group of Slytherins meet, they will definitely sue. And they will definitely only complain to Snape!" As soon as I said this, I saw Monta and Puse not far ahead. Where are Angelina and Arya in front of them? There won't be any quarrels, will it? But Sylvia is not fit for publicity right now.

    "There are so many enemies, Miss Tonks." Hoddle laughed instead, "Didn't you disguise Magus? Can't you change yourself?"

    "That's also to maintain magic power." Sylvia pursed her lips, "The longest I can do is only half an hour! Have you heard the skill CD? Run out It takes time to hold back one big move! And have you heard of it? Some people suspect that if I change my face, it will be over? Don't worry, I have already found a junior in school to prove that I have never been out. The lounge." She said and suddenly put on a bad smile: "But it's not uncommon for the girl next to Waughlin to change every half hour, isn't it?"

    "Yes." Hoddle accepted this statement readily, and even his steps brisk. Sylvia didn't know if it was because she was too lively, that she turned this calm and indifferent Ravenclaw into...cute...love.

    Is this human-to-human transmission?

    Sylvia learned from Sirius the Confusion Charm that changed the contents of the book. This allows her to bring a pile of bizarre books to school without any worries, as long as it is covered in romance novels. Playing as a pig and eating a tiger is a real joy.

    "Look, I'm blowing this bubble!" Hoddle suddenly patted Sylvia on the shoulder and let her look over, "Look! Can you blow such a beautiful bubble? ?" They just came out of the Devis and Bans store.

    "Aren't you making a lot of people stupid lately?" Sylvia looked at Hoddle with a bubble gum blowing out a good-looking shape and was a little dumbfounded, "Is that you? Mr. Waughlin? Blink if you're kidnapped."

    "I haven't seen it." Hoddle took the bubblegum into his mouth with satisfaction, "There are good people who are good at everything."

    "I can't do it, but I've seen better ones." Sylvia raised her eyebrows and said, "Fred and George gave me Have a bubble rain! That's really beautiful! I didn't know Bubble Gum could make such beautiful bubbles!"

    "Like—bubble water?" Hoddle narrowed his eyes and blew another beautiful bubble.

    "Yeah! You don't know how beautiful it is! It was in the Forbidden Forest! It was dark! The bubbles are more beautiful than the stars in the sky!" Sylvia couldn't stop thinking about it Smile, "I can tell you..."

    "Hey." Hoddle suddenly stopped and grabbed Sylvia's wrist, "Look, that fortune-teller."

    "Ah! He's still there!" Sylvia suddenly looked at the alley beside her. She remembered very clearly that the fortune-teller was definitely not here last time. He was sitting at a corner in the alley, only showing half of his body. Had to admire Hoddle's insight.

    "Go?" Hoddle politely asked the lady for advice.

    "Of course." Sylvia didn't hesitate, turned into the alley, and sat cross-legged directly in front of the fortune-teller. Hoddle stood behind her, leaning against the wall. "Hello." Sylvia held out her hand. It can even be said that one of the reasons why she must go out on this Hogsmeade day is to find this fortune-teller again.

    "Hello." The astrologer also held her hand, "Long time no see, Miss Astrology."

    "Don't call me Miss Astrology! What did I change? I changed? I've taken it! Now I've done nothing for nothing!" Sylvia snorted. .

    "It's not." The fortune-teller laughed, with a deep laughter much like Hoddle's in the past, "You've reversed the horoscope. Think carefully, Miss Tonks."

    “How did you…”

    "How do you know her name?" Hoddle asked the question first, frowning slightly, showing an unfriendly look.

    "Young people, haven't you read today's Daily Prophet?" The fortune-teller chuckled, took out a newspaper and flipped it over and showed it in front of them, "This is Isn't that your picture, Miss Tonks?"

    "Dude, I reported it again." Sylvia clicked again. Looking at the pictures of her and Harry in the paper, it was no surprise to see that the reporter was Rita Skeeter. "Why do they think that the mouse will definitely find me and Harry when it runs out?" Sylvia sighed and raised her head sharply, "No! Master! What do you think about this?"

    "I couldn't even believe I saw you just now." A laughing voice came from under the fortuneteller's hood, "Shouldn't you be hiding at Hogwarts? What do you do when you encounter bad people?"

    "You mean Peter Pettigrew?" Hoddle asked aloud, "Isn't the news of his northward unconfirmed?"

    "But I've seen him." The fortune-teller groped for his crystal ball, and the faint curvature of the corners of his mouth was a little terrifying, "Just where you are sitting, Miss Tonks. He also sat."

    "He came to find you!" Sylvia couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice. This mysterious character that did not appear in the original book made her inexplicably awe-inspiring.

    "Come to me and ask about something, just like everyone who comes to me." The fortune-teller nodded and gestured towards Sylvia.

    "He he he he he..." Sylvia suddenly stuttered, and she didn't know where to start.

    "What did he ask you about?" Hoddle asked, "Can you tell us?"

      Knowing his purpose, I can't say anything. I also know that I can still turn for my own horoscope and have to leave."

    "Then why are you still here?" Sylvia asked.

    "Because I knew you would come." The fortune-teller's voice softened, as if chanting a wonderful spell.

    "You sound like an old scumbag." Sylvia narrowed her eyes, "I'm usually very good at cheating girls, right?"

    "I said it, Miss Tonks." The man nodded slightly, "You are the only person I have ever seen who can change the rotation of the horoscope, I would love to meet you, I am right You are very interested."

    "Then let's be honest." Sylvia held out her hand again, "I know you're a half-breed, right?"

    "Reynolds." The man took off his hood, revealing a face that had been through the vicissitudes of life, the traces of the years can still see the correct facial features, the eyebrows are like distant mountains, and the eyes are like stars. That's all it said, "That's my name. You're smart, and I'm a half-breed."

    Hoddle also stepped forward and shook hands with him: "Hoddle Waughlin."

    "You—" Reynolds squinted at the two of them and smiled inexplicably.

    "Brother, we don't have to engage in these falsehoods. Is it okay to say something straight?" Sylvia frowned, "I always feel like I'm going to have another bloodbath like this. ."

    "The path for both of you is not easy." Reynolds shook his head.

    The author has something to say:

    I didn't expect Peter to run out again? Don't scold, don't scold me, I'm wrong. Let’s get down to business, I think that if Peter does not do the resurrection, someone will still do it. Sirius can run out as a dog, the mouse should be a lot simpler, and I don't think the Ministry of Magic will pay attention to it if there is no escape.

    As I wrote in the original text, Pettigrew no longer went to Voldemort because of desperation, but swallowed it for ten years and escaped from prison successfully to find the old master. I asked him to smash the jar in Azkaban to fight for the last time, so the atmosphere was still tense.

    Searle can't calculate everything, there will always be changes.

    Actually, Peter Pettigrew can be assigned to Gryffindor, I think he has courage. Maybe his courage is only reflected in some insignificant places. But he has been following the strong, from learning the Animagus night tour with friends (this is difficult to learn after all!) to later becoming a desperado who traveled thousands of miles to help Voldemort resurrect. In general, although he is a despised little character, he also has some skills.

    Let's take inventory again. Now several Horcruxes, diary, crown and locket have been successfully handed over to Lao Deng.

    Saving people is just like what I promised before, so I will save people even if I have a hard time.

    Hoddle and Searle's Bubble Gum has their own stalks in it, remember? I really like the tiny little dots that only make them laugh when they hear it.

      Searle is still a girl who can handle a lot of things well, and she is still very mature at critical moments. So in the end, the Marauder map was left.

    This chapter seems to be a little more everyday and a little dull. So what happens in the back of the day?

    The high-energy warning ahead, the text of the next chapter, Xier's enlightenment, soared directly.

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: Mrs. Fred who bounced, 10 bottles of Susu; 5 bottles of Mumuxi; 1 bottle of vinyl chloride;

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