HP Dear Miss Freak

"Be careful."

Sylvia approached the room, Krum and Fleur, who were thinking alone, looked over.

"Hello." Sylvia smiled politely and shook hands with them one by one, "Sylvia Tonks."

"Victor Krum." Krum still kept his face straight, but nodded solemnly, "I read your article about Aidan Lin Qi." Hearing this, Sylvia solemnly increased the strength of the handshake, and said softly: Xianchou.

"Fleur Delacour." Fleur smiled sweetly, and the flower-like girl just raised the corners of her mouth to make people unable to take their eyes away, "I'm glad that the warriors of Hogwarts are also girl."

"Yes." Sylvia responded with a smile.

They didn't communicate too much, maybe they were worried about the competition system, or maybe they were vigilant about their opponents. Krum leaned against the mantelpiece, bent over there thinking something. Hibiscus stared out the window. And Sylvia watched the roaring fire, making it imperceptible to control the size of the flame, and the subtle changes were a manifestation of her more sophisticated fire magic.

The door was opened again.

Sylvia was ready, but she was a little stunned when she saw Harry. She didn't expect Harry to look like this when he entered the room. To be precise, as the first point of view, as his friend for many years, she had never seen Harry look so helpless and worried.

"Harry." Sylvia stopped him subconsciously. Harry looked at Sylvia and pursed his lips, trying to approach her, but in the end he just stood still.

"What's the matter?" Fleur turned her head and asked, "Do they want us to go back to the auditorium?"

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps. Sylvia silently pinched a sweat in her heart. Ludo Bagman rushed into the room, grabbing Harry by the arm and pulling him forward.

"It's so bizarre!" he whispered, squeezing Harry's arm hard, "Absolutely so bizarre!" He walked to the fireside and said to the other three, "Please allow me Introducing, as incredible as it may seem. This is the fourth warrior in the Triwizard Tournament!"

Sylvia caught a glimpse of Krum straightening up, looking Harry up and down, a gloomy expression on his mighty face. Fleur tossed her long hair: "Oh, that's a funny joke, Mr. Bagman."

But Harry kept his eyes on Sylvia, and all he really cared about at the moment was what his friends would think. But when Sylvia looked at him, she hurriedly looked away. He was afraid to see displeasure in Sylvia's eyes.

"Joke?" Bagman repeated, looking puzzled, "No, no, absolutely not! Harry's name just spewed out of the Goblet of Fire!"

Krum's two thick eyebrows frowned slightly. Furong frowned when she heard this. Sylvia was the same, but she was worried about Harry.

"But it's obviously a mistake," Fleur gave Harry a sideways glance and said to Bagman proudly, "He can't play. He's too young."

"Yeah... it's really surprising." Bagman rubbed his smooth chin and looked down at Harry with a smile, "But, as you know, the age limit is an extra safety measure. , was only implemented this year, and since his name was sprayed out of the goblet, he was not allowed to run away. The rules are very clear, you must obey... Harry will do his best..."

The door was pushed open again, and a large group of people rushed in: Professor Dumbledore, followed by Crouch, Karkaroff, Maxim, McGonagall Professor and Professor Snape.

"Madame Maxime!" Fleur strode towards her principal, "They say this little boy is going to play too!"

"What the **** does that mean, Dumbledore?" Maxime asked arrogantly.

"I want to know that too, Dumbledore." Karkaroff had a cold smile on his face, "There are two warriors at Hogwarts? I don't remember anyone telling me , said the host school can have two warriors. Don't I read the regulations carefully enough?"

"It's impossible," Maxim's large hand, wearing many ornate opals, put it on Fleur's shoulder, "It's extremely unfair that Hogwarts can't have two warriors."

"In our impression, your age limit is to exclude underage competitors, Dumbledore." Karkaroff still had a cold smile on his face , the chill in his eyes deepened, "Otherwise, we will definitely bring more candidates from our school."

"Only Potter can be blamed for this, Karkaroff." Snape's dark eyes flashed with hostility, "Don't blame Dumbledore, blame Potter for insisting on breaking the rules . Since he entered the school, he has been breaking the rules of the school—"

Sylvia silently walked over to Harry and put a hand on his shoulder. Harry looked at her, his expression worse.

"Thank you, Severus," said Dumbledore firmly, and Snape closed his mouth, but his eyes still gleamed maliciously through his greasy black hair light.

"Did you put your name in the Goblet of Fire, Harry?" Professor Dumbledore asked calmly now, looking down at Harry.

"No." Harry said, the hand on his shoulder was his greatest comfort at the moment.

"Did you ask an older classmate to help you put your name into the Goblet of Fire?" Dumbledore continued.

"No." Harry said excitedly, for fear that everyone would not believe it.

"Ah, he must be lying!" Maxime exclaimed.

"He couldn't have crossed that age line." Professor McGonagall snapped, approaching her two students, "I'm sure we all agree on that—"

"Dumbledore's line must be wrong." Maxim shrugged.

"It's possible, of course," said Dumbledore politely.

"Dumbledore, you know you're not mistaken!" said Professor McGonagall indignantly, "How absurd it is! Harry himself could not have crossed that line, and Harry didn't persuade the seniors to do it for him, as Professor Dumbledore believed, and I think everyone else should believe that too!" she said, giving Snape an angry look.

"Mr. Crouch...Mr. Bagman," Karkaroff looked at the two Ministry of Magic figures, "you two are our — um — objective judges. You must also think that This is extremely inappropriate, isn't it?"

Bagman wiped his face with a handkerchief and turned to Mr. Crouch. It was not difficult for Sylvia to notice that something was wrong with Mr. Crouch. "We must abide by the charter, which clearly stipulates that anyone whose name is sprayed out of the Goblet of Fire must participate in the Triwizard Tournament." Mr. Crouch said, very certain.

"Hey, Barty memorized the bylaws by heart." Bagman's face smiled, as if this was the best outcome.

"I insisted that my other students re-enroll." Karkaroff's smile disappeared, "You have to put the Goblet of Fire back, we have to keep adding names to it , until each school produces two warriors. That's fair, Dumbledore."

"But Karkaroff, I'm afraid it won't work," Bagman said. "The Goblet of Fire just went out. It won't come back on until the next Tournament."

"Durmstrong will never participate in the next tournament!" Karkaroff was furious, "We held so many meetings, and after so many negotiations and negotiations, I didn't expect It's going to happen again! I just want to leave now!"

"Blushing threat, Karkaroff!" A growling voice came from the door, "You can't leave your warrior now. He has to play, they all have to play. Just like Dumbledore said it's bound by a magical contract. It's in your favor, isn't it?" Moody entered the room. He limped toward the fire. Sylvia didn't look at him, her eyes fell casually on the carpet to figure out when this debate could end.

"Favourable? I'm afraid I don't understand you, Moody."

"Really? It's simple, Karkaroff. Someone put Potter's name in that goblet, and he knew that if the name was sprayed, Potter had to play ."

Sylvia raised her eyes, perhaps because of this sentence, Moody has never been suspicious.

"Obviously, that man wants to give Hogwarts two chances!" said Mrs. Maxime.

"I agree with you, Madame Maxime," said Karkaroff, bowing to her, "I will file a complaint with the Ministry of Magic and the International Confederation of Wizards."

"If anyone has reason to complain, it's Potter," said Moody gruffly. "But, it's interesting. I didn't hear a word from him."

"Why is he complaining?" Fleur couldn't help but ask, "He's got a chance to play, doesn't he? For weeks we've all hoped we'd be chosen! For our school Glory! And a reward of a thousand Galleons. This opportunity is a dream many have dreamed of!"

"Maybe someone wants Potter to die for this." Moody's tone had a snarl.

The thief shouts to catch the thief. Sylvia had to sigh again that Barty's methods were really clever.

Little Barty really hasn't bothered her anymore these days. And now it looks like she's gotten a new amulet as a warrior. He can't take on the Warriors, and all the Wizards' focus this year is on the Final Three. He certainly couldn't leave any trace of suspicion until the plan was successful.

Bagman looked very anxious, his body moved up and down uneasily, and he said, "Moody, you old guy...how to say such a thing!"

"We all know that Professor Moody thinks this morning is wasted if he doesn't find six men trying to murder him before lunch." Karkaroff exclaimed, "Obviously, he also Teaching his students to be suspicious, thinking someone was going to kill him. That's a rare quality in a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Dumbledore. But you have your own considerations, no doubt."

"What, I'm creating something out of nothing?" Moody growled. "I have a feeling, eh? Whoever put this boy's name in the goblet must be a highly skilled wizard..."

Isn't that so? Sylvia shuddered at the thought of the subsequent series of methods.

"Oh, what evidence do you have for this?" asked Madame Maxime, raising her two large hands.

"Because they deceived a very powerful magical object!" Moody said, "It would take a particularly powerful Confusion Charm to blind the goblet...I guess they must Enrolled Potter's name as a fourth school student, making sure he was the only candidate for that school..."

You guessed it? No one seems to have such a brilliant idea, does it? Little Barty? Sylvia didn't dare to look at him, she always felt that the magic eye would notice her at any time.

"You seem to have thought a lot about this, Moody." Karkaroff said coldly, "It's a very novel theory.

"There are people who use innocent activities for their own purposes," Moody retorted threateningly, "My job is to think in the dark wizard's way, Kaka. Love - you shouldn't forget..."

"Alastor!" Dumbledore warned. Moody was silent, but still looked at Karkaroff with remorse.

I have to say that Barty Crouch Jr. is really Voldemort's capable man. In a sense, he has been working hard for many years, his ambition to conquer the world for his master has not diminished, and he is also disgusted by those perfidious Death Eaters.

"How this situation came about, we don't know." Dumbledore said to everyone gathered in the room, "but it seems to me that we have no choice but to accept it. . Sylvia and Harry were both selected to compete. So, they had to…”

"Ah, but Dumbledore—"

"My dear Madame Maxime, if you have another solution, I am willing to listen." Dumbledore waited, but Madame Maxime did not speak, she just stared angrily Eye. She was not the only one present with a dissatisfied expression.

"Okay, let's move on?" Bagman rubbed his hands and looked at the people in the room with a smile, "You're going to teach our warriors, aren't you? Tee, is it up to you?" Mr. Crouch came to his senses as if he had just woken up from his deep thoughts.

"Okay," Crouch said, "instruction. Yes...first project..." He took a few steps forward, into the halo of the fire. He looked very haggard in the firelight. Sylvia knew better than anyone why he was like this. "The first item is to test your mettle," he said to the young warriors, "so we're not going to tell you what it is. Dare to face the unknown is an important quality of wizards...very important..."

"The first project will be carried out on November 24th in front of other students and the jury."

The depressing scene finally ended, Sylvia let out a long sigh of relief when she walked out of the room. But Harry didn't, his nerves seemed to be still tense, and he walked back to the lounge with Sylvia.

"That...Searle..." Harry spoke slowly, as if trying to say something, "You...what do you think? You think I..."

"What?" Sylvia turned to look at him, this fourth-grade boy was already taller than her.

"I didn't put my name in the Goblet of Fire! I didn't ask anyone to help! I have no clue about this!" Harry said nervously, but Sylvia Pulled his wrist.

"Okay." Sylvia gave him a gentle smile.

"You believe me?"

"I always believed in you, you always knew."

"That's great." Harry took a deep breath, "You know what? ."

"Don't think about it, Harry." Sylvia patted Harry on the shoulder, "Remember to write to Sirius." Remember to tell Sirius, because Sirius will tell Harry about him Need to be careful, someone is hurting him. And Harry was willing to listen to Sirius.

"Oh, good." Harry nodded.

"He must be overjoyed." Sylvia smiled bitterly, "The two warriors at Hogwarts, one is his niece and the other is his godson."

"But you don't seem to be very happy. Sylvia, you are the chosen warrior of Hogwarts." Harry looked at Sylvia with a frown and patted her shoulders, "You should be happy! We're all saying you should be the Warriors! You're so good, I think you can win the championship!"

"Harry, you know why I'm not happy, because it's definitely not easy. It's not easy for you, and it's the same for me." Sylvia smiled and shook her head. They stopped in front of the Fat Lady's portrait at the same time.

"Some things, people think you've picked up a big bargain, but only you know it's a big trouble." Sylvia sighed with her hands in her pockets. She was talking about Harry, and she was talking about herself, "But there's no way, since you're here, you have to bite the bullet."

"Thank you. You always make me feel better." Harry nodded.

"This is the most **** annoying thing in life. One **** after another, it's endless." Sylvia clicked and patted Harry's back. Back, "Come on, boy." She said the password, and was shocked by the sudden sound when the portrait of the fat lady was opened. She knew it was a Gryffindor party this evening, but she couldn't join it without any hesitation.

"Let's cheer for our warriors!" Lee took the lead and shouted. Everyone huddled in the lounge shouting and cheering their names with impunity.

"Merlin's beard!" Angelina hugged Sylvia and turned around, "My girl, you did it!"

"Thank you." Sylvia smiled and hugged each of her friends, saying thank you over and over again. Like Harry, saying over and over again that he really doesn't know.

"Let me take a picture for you! Sylvia!" Colin held the camera and squeezed in front of Sylvia, and pulled a first-year boy beside him, "This is My brother Dennis, come and say hello to our lady warrior."

"Colin, please let me go." Sylvia smiled and blocked the camera after the flash, "Wait when I get dressed up and take a photo?"

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"You have the guts to fatten you." Sylvia smiled and patted George's head fiercely, "Dare to cut leeks in my name?"

"I knew it would be you!" Ginny pulled Sylvia aside and hugged her tightly, "You are amazing! Sylvia! I've written to tell Mommy It's gone!"

"Thank you my darling." Sylvia kissed Ginny's forehead before joining the girls in the carnival, taking the butterbeer they shoved in their faces.

The hour hand slowly points to the top number.

"Tired?" Fred took the butterbeer in her hand when Sylvia appeared, "It's probably too early to end here."

"I'm tired." Sylvia rubbed her eyes, smiled and waved to the others before approaching Fred, "I didn't expect that I would really be chosen. Come on." She seemed to seldom say tired and seldom admit defeat.

"I should have thought you would sign up." Fred scratched the back of his head, "Congratulations."

"Nothing to think about. The prefect—the champion of Hogwarts—" Sylvia sneered, "what's next?"

"Who knows? Head schoolgirl? Auror?" Fred handed her a Zizbee candy.

"You know how much I like to play, I don't actually like to do that." Sylvia lowered her voice, she took the candy but didn't eat it, "Is it a bit cheap to say that? ?"

"Who said no one can do better than you?" Fred blurted out without thinking, and blinked slightly unnaturally when he met Sylvia's bright eyes.

"You're right." Sylvia laughed, "I deserve this." She was very happy, an indescribable happiness.

"Then what do you want to do? Miss Warrior?" Fred also laughed.

"I-" Sylvia shook her head, "My earliest and earliest dream was to be a rich woman who could count money while lying down. No work, no study, just play."

"How much did you drink today?" Fred immediately remembered something and couldn't help but chuckle.

"Three... um, three, four, five, six, seven or eight bottles?" Sylvia folded her fingers, her eyes lit up, coveting the wine bottle in Fred's hand.

"You're almost done." Fred blew directly on the bottle to prevent her from taking it back, "Even if it's butterbeer, you can have up to four bottles—you'll be full."

"Fred." Sylvia made a silent gesture, "I'm not drunk."

"I know." Fred knew her alcohol level, and also knew that she was in a state of extreme excitement. "I don't know you yet?"

"Don't say it—"

"Say what?"

"I want to be a rich woman who is intoxicated with money."

"Okay." Fred nodded, making himself look very reliable. Although the girl didn't remember that she had said it long ago. And he never said it, some people just want to hide some things and have fun, and don't want to share with anyone.

"Fred, everyone hugged me except you." Sylvia squinted at him.

"Because of..."

"It's too pretentious, not suitable for the two of us." Sylvia took his words, "I remember."

Fred looked at the girl in front of him, as if everything went back to that summer. She hardly changed at all, she still raised her cute little face and stared at him intently. But today, she waved her hand and turned away.

Everything was the same as before, except that Fred didn't want that hypocritical hug to be left behind.

Sylvia returned to the dormitory, and other roommates were still cheering in the lounge. There was an unfamiliar owl on the windowsill, and she stepped forward to take the letter from its mouth.

The envelope is very thin, and there is only a piece of shoddy white paper inside, on which is written a simple sentence:

"Beware of everything - Reynolds."

The author has something to say:

Sweet? Family, I think it's sweet hahahahaha

Professor Dumbledore now looked down at Harry and asked calmly.

Be sure to complain loudly why the old Deng in the movie is so calm! ! This section can only be moved in because it is very necessary, not because I want to be lazy, absolutely not!

Do you remember the time when Searle was drunk and said she wanted to be a rich woman with a lot of money? It's okay, Fred remembers anyway hahahahaha

Sweet? I think it is very sweet!

The competition is about to begin! The family rushed!

September is here! Give everyone a blessing! !

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: Say 13 bottles; Cheesecake with milkshake 10 bottles; One fish 5 bottles; Vinyl chloride 3 bottles;

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