HP Dear Miss Freak

"How talented do you think you are?"

"You're right, Syr. Public opinion can really kill someone." Rebecca took Sylvia's arm, and they had just finished a potions class.

"Don't worry about Snape." Sylvia waved her hand indifferently, "Didn't he just find a chance to mock me again? I'm looking forward to it, in addition to being full of men. What's new."

"But everyone's talking." Rebecca pursed her lips, "You know, because a lot of people thought you had a relationship with Waughlin before, and now you're with Fred again. We are together. Everyone is saying that you are very diligent, seeing one loves the other, and talking about you like one…”

"□□." Sylvia picked up her words. It was obvious that what had happened to Hermione before was revenge on herself.

"Would Fred mind?" Rebecca looked at the sky in the distance and squinted, "It looks like there are owls."

"How can this **** affect us?" Sylvia also looked over, "Damn, here it is again."

"What's happening again?" Rebecca turned her head to look at Sylvia.

"The guys who criticize me from the moral high ground are here again." Sylvia rolled her eyes, it's true that there are keyboard warriors with cerebral palsy everywhere, "Speaking of It's all those words, let me stay away from their Lin Qi, I don't deserve to be a fan, I don't deserve to be a warrior at Hogwarts."

"There seem to be quite a few." Rebecca looked over. "Are you experiencing this every day? You can write an article to clarify that you don't do that!"

"Where do I have time? The third project is about to start... Damn it! Brother Bird!" Sylvia suddenly ran a few steps forward, lying on the railing, straight Staring at her owl, "Brother Bird! What are you doing!"

She couldn't help laughing as she watched Brother Bird punch and kick the owls flying towards the castle. But she soon had a sore nose again, and her whole face was wrinkled.

"My God." Rebecca was shocked, she covered her mouth and watched the battle in the air, "He's protecting you, Searle."

"I know." Sylvia also covered her mouth, she was afraid that she would burst into tears, "He is really the best bird in the world! Stop fighting! Brother Bird! He is injured! What should I do? Come back!"

"As expected of your owl, this is too fierce, there are three owls on the opposite side." Rebecca became worried, "He stole all their letters!"

"Come back! Stinky bird! Give me the letter!" Sylvia shouted. Brother Bird just flew out for a distance, got rid of the other owls, and made a threatening call to drive them away before turning his head and rushing in the direction of his master.

On the ground, "Are you killing me?"

"Is that your owl?"

An ethereal voice came from behind them, Luna tilted her head and stared at it with wide eyes.

"It's my owl, lol." Sylvia followed Bird's messy feathers with one hand to calm him down, took the letters with the other, made sure that they didn't roar, and put them in in the pocket.

"It's this owl." Luna jumped over, "Don't let the other owls go to the owl shed to rest, and don't let them eat."

"What?" Sylvia looked at Brother Bird in her arms in shock, the owl just squinted and looked indifferent to the world.

"You know that owls who come to Hogwarts to deliver letters will rest there. But the owl shack has always been disturbed recently." Luna shrugged.

"What a good boy." Rebecca smiled and rubbed Brother Bird's head, "Do you know that the master is wronged?"

"..." Sylvia couldn't laugh, she found out that the feathers of Brother Bird could not be smoothed well, and also found some scratches on his beak, "My baby is spoiled to the point of being pampered. Now, when have you suffered such grievances? What can you do?"

But Brother Bird was not happy, and flew up and slammed into Sylvia's head.

"I know you don't like listening to it." Sylvia forcefully took him into her arms again, "But this is not allowed in the future." She suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Luna: "You have a new friend recently, right?"

"Did you say Norman? He's really interesting, but I don't know why he always likes to wink. And he likes to play with his bangs." A lot of girls always come to me to ask about Norman. Why don't they just ask him?"

"Because they are jealous that you made good friends. Although Norman is a little greasy, he is still a good friend." Sylvia smiled and looked at Brother Bird, "Pity me Brother Bird, why are you implicated?"

"Find a way to reward him." Rebecca patted Sylvia on the shoulder.

"I know." Sylvia gave Brother Bird a kiss on the head, although the owl immediately showed a disgusting expression, "I will serve you in person every day from now on! To be the most handsome bird in the owl shack!"

Such an endless bombardment of information suddenly disappeared one day. Just because Aidan Lynch went public with his intentions in his latest interview.

"Miss Sylvia Tonks always wrote to encourage me when I was a team substitute. She saw me at a tournament." Aidan Lynch The quote was published in "Witcher Weekly", "You know how important it is to have the support of fans for a new team member. I am also honored to be a Hogwarts Warriors favorite star. Here I wish Miss Tonks the title."

And it is indeed better for Sylvia to bear this matter than Hermione. After all, she has always been very strong, and if there are any dissatisfied voices in the school, she only dares to discuss it behind her back. Otherwise it's hard for them to know when they're going to fall into the traps of the Weasleys.

"Isn't it interesting?" Sylvia looked at Ginny who was staring at "Witcher Weekly" beside her, "Those guys who pointed at my nose and yelled at me are now honestly shut up already."

"Because they know the truth is not what Skeeter wrote." Ginny nodded in satisfaction.

"Believe what others say." Sylvia scoffed, "Yesterday someone said Sylvia Tonks was a slut, today someone said Sylvia Tonk Sylvia was actually misunderstood. What about tomorrow? Tomorrow someone will write an article saying that Sylvia Tonks bewitched Lynch with a curse. Believe it or not, someone will curse me right away?"

"You're wronged, Searle." Ginny hugged her.

"You know I don't care about that." Sylvia smiled and patted her back, "The people I love will believe me, that's enough. Those who love me People will always be by my side."

"Of course!" Ginny, already taller than Sylvia, smiled and wrapped her sister-in-law in her arms, "We will always love you, Syl. "

"Especially Aunt Molly wrote me a letter." Sylvia looked up at Ginny, "She told me not to worry about these rumors, she knew I was a good girl. You I don't know what worries me the most is that she will misunderstand."

"Mom likes you so much." Ginny said hurriedly, "Mom asked me to ask when you can marry into our family? Can you do it now?"

"Your mother asked? Fred must have asked you to come, right? Damn girl! How much did Fred give you to say this? He's just dreaming! How long does he have to think about where he's going?" Sylvia reached out to her armpit, causing the little girl to hide and yell at her to stop tickling. Sylvia didn't seem to notice that as long as she was shy, there would always be more words.

"Fred said it was a matter of time!" Ginny giggled. "Sylvia Weasley."

"Shut up! What did you call me?" Sylvia's eyes widened and she hurriedly covered her mouth.

"Sylvia Weasley!"

"Shh! Be quiet! You stinky girl!"

"I bet my mom will invite you over this summer." Ginny said excitedly, "Did you tell your family about you and Fred?"

"I said it, but..." Sylvia smiled bitterly, "Because I have also been known about my skipping class, I guess it's a bit difficult to end. I wrote to my family to apologize After that, they all seemed to tacitly didn't mention Fred at all. The scariest thing was that they didn't blame me either."

"If I were your mother, I would be reluctant to marry Fred." Ginny said seriously, but she hugged her for fear that she would slip away, "But I'm not! I'm Fred's sister, so you must not abandon him, okay?"

"I won't, my dear Kim." Sylvia smiled and rubbed her head, "You go and tell Fred that he can't run away from me. ."

"I didn't expect this day to come, Searle grew up." Ginny pretended to be sad.

"When will it be your turn to say this?" Sylvia glared and pushed her, "How about you? You met a Ravenclaw at the ball, didn't you? Really? I don't know how many pairs were made at this dance."

"Yeah, we're dating." Ginny admitted graciously, "You should see Hermione, they seem to be making progress but they've been very low-key. I heard Hermione say You have done a lot."

Didn't Hermione see Krum's ability?"

"They're pretty good too." Ginny shrugged.

"Actually I think Ron is better."

"Are you serious?"

"Of course I mean it, don't tell them."

"That's right, it's starting to favor my own people? Mrs. Weasley?"

"What a mess! And Ron was his own!"

It's finally the last week of May, and Sylvia has been told to meet at the Quidditch pitch below at nine o'clock tonight. Mr. Bagman was there to inform the Warriors about the third project.

"What do you think it will be?" Fleur started talking to Sylvia after she met her.

"It's hard to imagine anything more outrageous than a fire dragon and a lake bottom." Sylvia shrugged, shrank her chin, and buried her small face in her long hair.

"I think we will probably go into the underground tunnel to hunt for treasure." Fleur gave her guess.

"This sounds like the job of a spell breaker." Sylvia smiled and looked at her, "How? Are you interested in the job of a spell breaker?"

"That's a cool job, isn't it?" Fleur nodded in agreement, "It requires your brain and your ability. I think the last level must not be easy."

"It's definitely not easy." Sylvia sighed, looking at the cloudy night, she felt even more depressed.

The four brave men need to walk along the pitch-black lawn towards the Quidditch pitch, and then enter the pitch through a gap between the stands.

"Oliver knows it will be crazy." Sylvia couldn't help laughing when she came to the court, and turned to Harry. But when she turned around, she just bumped into Krum's shoulder, staggering and almost lost her footing.

And Krum reached out to support her, and after she held his arm firmly, gave a polite smile and walked to the other side.

"Fortunately he has graduated, otherwise he won't be allowed to play Quidditch this year, it might as well kill him." Harry smiled bitterly, "But this is a joke. what?"

The Quidditch pitch has been built with countless long low walls, which are intricate and meandering in all directions. Sylvia knew that this unfinished labyrinth was much more than it seemed.

"Hello!" Ludo Bagman said happily, standing in the middle of the court, "How do you think? It's going well, isn't it? In another month, Hagrid will put the They're twenty feet tall. Don't worry." Seeing the unhappy look on Harry's face, he smiled hastily again, "As soon as the tournament is over, your Quidditch pitches will be back as they were! Well, I Guess you can guess what we're doing here?"

No one spoke for a while, Sylvia just put her hands in her pockets and looked at the Forbidden Forest in the distance.

"Maze," Krum said gruffly.

"Right!" Bagman clapped his hands, "it's a maze. The third item is very simple and clear. The Triwizard Tournament Cup is placed in the center of the maze, who can touch it first Get full marks for it.”

"We just need to go through the maze?" Fleur asked.

"There will be many obstacles, Miss Delacour." Bagman said cheerfully, hopping on tiptoe, "Hagrid provided a whole lot of animals...and Some spells have to be lifted... that sort of thing, you know. Also, the Warriors who lead the points go into the maze first." Bagman smiled at Harry and Sylvia, "Then Mr. Krum goes in... And finally Dracu Miss Er. But you all have to fight to succeed, it's all about your ability to traverse obstacles. Should be fun, right?"

Have fun!

Sylvia wanted to make an ugly sad expression. When the others nodded politely, she also nodded.

"Very well, if you have no problem, let's go back to the castle. Okay? It's a little cold in here..." Bagman said, Sylvia pushed harder. nodded.

As everyone walked out across the low walls, Sylvia noticed Bagman hurrying beside Harry. But Krum patted Harry on the shoulder sooner.

"What's the matter?" Fleur saw Sylvia stop and looked back at the others, "What do you think they have?"

"Bagman looks disappointed." Sylvia whispered, "He seems to have something to do with Harry." Going back, I also saw Krum and Harry heading towards the Forbidden Forest.

"Where are they going?" Furong frowned, "Where is our carriage, they went to the forest?"

"Mr. Bagman." Sylvia looked at Fleur, but stopped Bagman, "Are you looking for Harry? I can convey it on your behalf."

"Oh, oh no, Miss Tonks." Bagman hurriedly showed a simple and honest smile, "I just wanted to chat with him, how are the two ladies preparing?"

"I don't think you need to worry." Furong brushed her long hair, "Don't underestimate a girl's ability."

"Are you disappointed?" Sylvia asked bluntly, "Do you wish we were more difficult?"

"What are you talking about?" Bagman knew that this girl was difficult to deal with, and he was always afraid to look her in the eyes.

Lower limit?"

"You mean?" Fleur turned to Sylvia in surprise.

"Actually, I understand." Sylvia waved her hand dashingly, "Everyone can have a favorite player. Referees are human too. Right? Mr. Bagman?"

"Well, ah, I think you must have misunderstood." Bagman laughed, with a reluctant expression, he patted Sylvia on the shoulder, "It's cold, miss. Come on back, guys."

Waiting for Bagman to walk a distance, Fleur pressed Sylvia's shoulder: "Are you serious? Bagman is helping Potter? It's very high!"

"The same British, the same Hogwarts player, I'm just uncomfortable because of this favoritism. In fact, I just thought he was not pleasing to the eye at first." Via just smiled, "I have a little personal grudge with him, please help me keep it a secret, Furong."

"I can understand...hey, someone's back." Furong noticed a figure running in the direction of the forest.

"Harry!" Sylvia's hands were clenched into fists, and she had delayed so long for this moment. It's just that she didn't expect that Furong didn't leave the first time, and instead chatted with her for a while.

"Syr? Syr!" Harry ran hurriedly, and when he saw Sylvia's figure, he quickened his pace.

"What happened?" Fleur also realized that something was wrong, "Where's Krum?"

"Crouch!" Harry came to Sylvia and grabbed her by the shoulder, "We met Crouch in the forest! He seems crazy! I'm going to find Dumbledore, let Krum watch him."

"I'm going to help, you go!" Sylvia patted Harry on the shoulder, took out her wand and ran quickly to the Forbidden Forest.

She whispered a spell, and a faint red line appeared in front of her. And her movements are one step faster than her eyes, as Norman said, your brain itself will tell you that the goal is there.

"You guys!" Fleur hesitated and followed Sylvia, "Do you know where he is?"

"I don't know, so I'm going to shout." Sylvia said, of course, she wanted to make as much noise as possible to make Barty Crouch Jr. dare not act rashly, "Krum! Mum! Where are you? We're here! We're here to help you!"

"Here." Krum's voice sounded not far away, but Sylvia scurried through the trees and came to him like a familiar car.

"Help me, he's crazy." Krum tried to appease Crouch in front of him, but he was obviously a little overwhelmed.

"Don't...leave...me!" Crouch's eyes seemed to bulge out, "I...escape...must be reminded...must tell...I want to see Dumbledore...it's all my fault... Blame me... Bertha... died... blame me... my son... blame me... tell Dumbledore... Harry Potter... The Dark Lord... got stronger... Harry Potter... I escaped..."

"Passed out."

Sylvia pointed her wand at Crouch without hesitation. The two students from the other school stared at her with wide eyes.

"What are you doing?" They both said almost in unison.

"Damn, did you hear what he said?" Sylvia used the floating spell, and gestured for the two young people to follow her out, "Let's get him more Wouldn't it be safer to take it back?"

"The Dark Lord gets stronger?" Furong opened her mouth, obviously shocked.

"You don't know! He's just talking nonsense! Just dragged Potter and talked for a long time." Krum obviously felt that her actions were a little over the top, "but he did have to be quiet. ."

"But you attacked the referee!" Fleur shouted, staring.

"Did you hear that? He escaped." Sylvia quickened her pace and sighed, "Barty Crouch was reported to be seriously ill and strangely ill. , but now he appears in the forbidden forest? It's a shame he dares to stay there with him? Aren't you afraid of being assassinated? Should you be careful when you think about the cause and effect?"

Krum frowned, took out his wand and took over Crouch who was floating in the air: "Give it to me, I'll run faster."

"I admire your keen insight and responsiveness, Sylvia." Fleur took Sylvia's wrist and let her walk side by side with her, "You are indeed respectable My opponent, if it wasn't for this one today, I wouldn't have known you were so good."

"I just know the situation in England better than you." Sylvia waved her hand.

"I mean, Norman taught you his tracking." Fleur said, Sylvia immediately looked at her, "Norman's tracking is very good, he can be silent Mark a person if you want to."

"I haven't fully learned it yet." Sylvia lowered her voice, and there's no need to hide if she was discovered, "But I found that if I touched the other party first or left something on the other side The body, and then marked, will be much simpler."

"In order to win the game we need to learn more, I can understand. But you don't want to use it on us in the game, the referee will check us first. If you and Porter want to combine Get up and kill us first, then I advise you to die." Furong smiled, "Did he teach you other things?"

"What? No." Sylvia shook her head, "He was willing to teach me because in exchange I taught him some Defence Against the Dark Arts tricks."

"Norman has a lot of great skills. He always works hard in places that people don't pay much attention to." Furong smiled and shook her head, "He is not only liked by girls because of his beauty face."

"Are you attracted by his ability?" Sylvia smiled.

"But you have to admit, a pretty face is very attractive." Fleur winked as if agreeing with the girl in front of her.

Girls always know what kind of girl to talk about, when to say what, so they can always get along quickly.

Sylvia finds herself getting more and more comfortable with both sides. This is a necessary skill for adults, and it is also a pressure for her to be cautious.

She looked at Crouch lying in the medical wing intact, listening to Dumbledore's compliments, she was relieved and relieved, and she was anxious not to look at the dim sky outside.

The author has something to say:

At that time, Brother Bird was assumed to be a arrogant child, and I thought about the plot of the protector! Woohoo, what a bird! Fell in love!

The reason that Seale asked Norman to invite Luna to dance was just to make those who thought her weird look jealous. There's always this sort of thing in school, but I just wanted to give Luna a lift. What a lovely girl Luna is! !

It's going to be the third game in a blink of an eye, I'm getting nervous, my friends

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: vinyl chloride, 13 years of Wenling. 1 bottle;

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