HP Dear Miss Freak

"It's actually a grasshopper on a rope."

"Ouch? I thought neither of you would come back today." George saw Sylvia and Fred walking in the distance, stood still, and joked yin and yang, " What time is it? Is Valentine's Day over like this?"

"I don't want it, who is disgusting?" George pushed Fred away in disgust.

"Do you want love?" Sylvia snorted and walked towards the castle on her own, "How's the training going?"

"How's it going?" George grinned, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, "Sperau and Kirk, besides being sweet all the time, Calling you the president of the Searle student council seems like you don't have anything else to do."

"Ha! I just said they both can't do anything!" Fred and George clapped. "Without us, they're all rubbish!"

"Fred, don't say a few words, you didn't even watch." Sylvia smiled embarrassedly, "Is Angelina okay?"

"Good question." George showed a sympathetic look, "You speak carefully when you go back, I think she's going to cry."

Alas. Sylvia sighed and rubbed her temples with her knuckles. She knew it was going to be this way, but it still felt pretty heavy.

"Angelina didn't ask me if I could go back and help." Sylvia sighed, "But you know she's not lacking Chaser, otherwise I'll go back decisively I also know that she might be a little more relaxed with me, at least I can help her swear, right?"

"You can't go, you're already busy enough." Fred said immediately, "Add another Quidditch, I'm afraid you really won't sleep."

"It's not that bad," George said reassuringly. "Ginny is fine. To be honest, I don't know how she plays so well, we never took her to play."

"Boy." Sylvia couldn't help but sigh, "Look who you look down on, right? Ginny has been in the broom shed since she was six years old, taking turns stealing your brooms. .Your sister is amazing!"

"Where's Ron?" Fred asked. "I'm more concerned about whether he makes a save."

"If no one is looking at him, he can pounce." George shook his head.

"That's easy to do." Fred clapped his hands dashingly, "As soon as the Quaffle flies over to him on Saturday, we tell the audience to turn their backs."

"I don't know if I should watch this game, if Zacharias Smith beats us, I may kill myself." George said depressedly, "That guy was in D.A. The deputy owes a fight."

"It's more likely to kill him." Fred affirmed, "Bunny you're right. Those guys who didn't really want to join D.A should really be kicked out from the start! Very annoying!"

"Where's Marietta?" Sylvia was more concerned about her.

"I don't know." Fred shrugged, "It must be because she doesn't have any outstanding performances."

"But she does always have an unhappy face." George clicked, "It seems that someone forced her to come over with a knife."

"I hope Saturday won't be too bad." Fred was still thinking about his Quidditch.

Don't be too miserable.

It's actually fine.

At least the result is good!

But not to mention Fred and George, Sylvia also held her breath and stared, always taking care not to watch the game without cardiac arrest.

Fortunately, it only took Ginny twenty-two minutes to take down the Golden Snitch, otherwise it would be difficult for Sylvia to say whether she needed a quick-action pill.

They talked for a long time and it was difficult to say what was the most suffocating. Ron's nine saves? Jack Sloper didn't hit the Bludger, but got a stick in Angelina's mouth? Andrew Kirk screamed and fell off his broom on his back when Zacharias Smith dashed over with the Quaffle?

"It sucks!"

"It's unbelievable!"

"I can't believe this level can be a hitter for our team!"

"It would be a shame if we had no successor."

Fred and George can be said to have been tired all day. What can be done then? They are both really good! The two apprentices were called up again on a temporary basis. Although Sylvia understood that the reason for their anger was actually because she comforted the two juniors and said it was okay.

But she was really happy that Ron seemed to have grown a little bit better than he was.

"Stop talking." As soon as Sylvia said that, the two of them continued. But Ron's little progress seemed to show that her approach to encouragement was right.

"You can't cover them, Bunny."

"You have to hold them to the same exacting standards."

"Those two guys have been clinging to you since the first day of school, and they look like they admire you very much. Are you embarrassed to come to you for comfort than that ghost?"

"Honestly Searle, they just played too badly!"

Sylvia had to look at the red-eared children not far away and said embarrassedly: "You don't need to worry about them, just keep going."

But Fred and George snorted hard, sulking without thinking.

"Disappointment will certainly be disappointed, because no one can surpass you, right?" Finally, a settlement was reached with Sylvia's words

Fortunately there are three excellent Chasers, Gryffindor only lost ten points. Ginny caught the Snitch again at a crucial moment, so Sylvia graciously offered all the players butterbeer and mead.

"I'm going to write to Oliver now." Angelina pulled Sylvia excitedly when she drank it, "He had absolutely no idea that what you said was true! We It was really Gryffindor's Quidditch ceiling!"

Sylvia just smiled and touched her bottle.

"What is this?"

"Thank you Master Malfoy for sponsoring my return gift in a box."

Draco looked at the small bottle that was tightly corked in his hand, opened it and smelled it.

"Love Potion?"

"No!" Sylvia stared, "I definitely didn't want to conspire against you!"

"Are you sure the potion you gave will work? No matter what it is." Draco pursed his lips and continued on the morning tour with arrogant steps.

"The first product in the Daydream series by Fred and George, which will allow you to enter your best dreams." Sylvia took a brisk pace, proud Say, "Find a free time to lie down and drink it up, and you'll thank me."

"Weasley stuff?" Draco frowned immediately, "Are you sure you didn't mean to murder me?"

"I want to murder you and need this?" Sylvia snorted coldly, "I can't buy it now! It's precious! Only I have it now!"

"So, those two Weasleys really plan to make money off of these things?" Draco raised his eyebrows noncommittally, and put the small bottle in his pocket, "We have people in the house. They're talking about their escaping candy."

"If you want me to give you some? As a bribe?"

"I won't skip class."

Draco glared at her complainingly, as if she had made some serious accusation.

At this moment, two figures slipped downstairs.

"Why are you two up so early?" Sylvia looked at the two younger brothers in front of her, focusing on their bats.

"Um..." Andrew and Jack looked a little embarrassed.

"I don't want to look like that in the next game, I really need more practice." Draco couldn't help laughing.

"Let's go first." They both ran away.

"How is your team? Are you still keen to play tricks?" Of course Sylvia also choked him.

"I said that you can't win like that." Draco rolled his eyes, "I always rely on strength. Now it seems that Potter is not as friendly as me?"

"Speaking of you've become a lot more friendly. I didn't expect to ask you to book a box for us, and you agreed." Sylvia said with a smile, "Also I don't know why, but your kindness seems very precious and heavy."

"What's that little money?" Draco frowned, "Can you not look like you've never seen the world? You're half of Blake's blood, right?"

"Just say anything if you need my help." Sylvia patted her chest.

"Take care of yourself." Draco turned his head.

"Seriously..." Sylvia lowered her voice, "Is your home okay?"

Draco stopped abruptly, staring at Sylvia angrily.

Sylvia just looked at him calmly.

"I told you to take care of yourself!" Draco stared, his lips trembling involuntarily, "You really think you... what do you know?"

"What do I know?" Sylvia whispered, "I know that Voldemort is resurrected, and the Death Eaters will not escape the trouble. One wrong move and the whole family will be buried. Who is easier than the other? ?"

Draco seemed to be trying his best to hide his fears. This year, he has maintained his arrogant image in the academy. His father was used by the Dark Lord, and no one dared to provoke them to Malfoy. But…

How could he not be worried?

He witnessed the worry and tenacity on his mother's face at Christmas. He knew he was tougher than his mother, and he was going to carry Malfoy's glory. He also has to protect his family.

"But I think with Lucius Malfoy's ability, there is no need to worry, right?" Sylvia admitted that there was a sarcastic element in her tone.

"You're not trying to rhetoric from me, are you?" Draco sneered.

"No." Sylvia shook her head and continued walking, "I just don't think it's easy for you. Although my concern will make you sound uncomfortable, I endure it. I can't stop talking."

Draco didn't say anything, just stared at the position where Sylvia stood just now, his expression dignified.

"Miss Tonks, just happened to meet you here." Professor McGonagall's office door was opened, and the dean was very excited to see her students, "There is a Good news, come and have a look."

"Can he listen?" Sylvia pointed to Draco behind him.

"Well, it's up to you, it's about you wanting to work as an Auror." Professor McGonagall hesitated for a while.

"That's fine, we're friends." Sylvia said briskly, looking back at Draco when she walked to the door, "Come here."

"You didn't ask me if I wanted to know?" Draco clicked and followed.

"Hey, Draco, what do you want to do after graduation?" Sylvia asked curiously.

Draco didn't answer her. There have been so many things that have been bothering him recently, how can he have time to think about what he will do in two years? He didn't even know how to get through these two years. And his future job may only be a job that contributes to the Dark Lord?

"Here is your letter, Miss Tonks." Professor McGonagall handed a letter to Sylvia.

"Rufus Scrimgeour!" Sylvia stared at the name on the envelope, "Head of the Auror Office! Dora's immediate boss!"

"Open it and take a look." Professor McGonagall smiled kindly.

"He really wants me to join the Auror!" Sylvia quickly glanced through the entire stationery and read it again excitedly, "He said that for many years no one has passed the Auror's Exam! He expects me to join them as fresh blood!"

"Why are you so surprised?" Draco disagreed. "You were a warrior last year, remember? I bet the rest of the Ministry of Magic would be rushing to get you there."

"Is that so?" Sylvia did not expect it.

"Of course it is." Professor McGonagall said happily, "Scrimgeour means that he is afraid that your good seedling will fall elsewhere. So he also brought me a message, I hope I will too. I advise you to be an Auror."

"Of course I will! What else can I do?" Sylvia put the letter in her pocket.

"The best thing you can learn is the history of magic, isn't it?" Professor McGonagall took the salamander biscuits on the table and entertained the two young people, "Scrimgeour is still writing to me Say, even if your potion is a little lacking, if you really don't pass in the end, don't give up your chance to apply for the Auror test."

"Dora gave me all my knowledge." Sylvia was a little embarrassed.

"Scrimgeour is going to give you water." Draco laughed in disbelief. "Potion knowledge is also important to Aurors, right?"

"He may be planning to turn a blind eye. In short, the letter is all his sincerity, but your strength is indeed obvious to all." Professor McGonagall patted Sylvie Ya's shoulders, "I'm proud of you, Miss Tonks, you will definitely be an excellent Auror."

"I will work harder! Professor McGonagall!" Sylvia said excitedly, and after saying goodbye to her dean, left the office.

"Many units will throw olive branches to the outstanding graduates of the school. You are a prefect, a student leader, and a Hogwarts warrior. You know, unlike Potter is so weird, you are the real warrior." Draco squinted her next to her, "So you don't have to get excited like this, right?"

"What?" Sylvia felt like stepping on a spring on the soles of her feet, and she had to flip every step of the way, "Of course I knew this would happen! But I really didn't think about it. Think. I thought I could be the talking point of their Ministry of Human Resources after dinner."

"What is your modesty used for?" Draco shook his head.

"Seriously, what kind of work do you want to do?" Sylvia asked in a good mood, "Don't you just eat your family's property all the time?"

"With my grades, it doesn't matter what career I want to do." Draco said fiercely. Sylvia didn't understand why he was gnashing his teeth like this.

"Be a professional Seeker?" Sylvia suggested.

"Perhaps." Draco scratched the back of his head, "but I don't have a particular team I want to join, and I don't really want to spend all my time training."

"If you want me to say, you are suitable for a walk outside." Sylvia pulled his sleeve, "I mean, go for a walk in the outer world. You understand You can't always be in the wizarding circle! There's more out there for you to discover!"

"Do you think I'd be happy to hear this?" Draco twitched the corners of his mouth, "And it's not like I haven't been out, Tonks."

"Go and have a look." Sylvia said with a smile, "There will be more places to attract you than Video Game City."

Draco took a deep breath. He is more silent today than in the past, because of his incomprehensible thoughts, and because he is powerless and can only explain himself to the unknown future.

"I'll help you."

Sylvia suddenly said this, which surprised Draco.

Does she really understand?

Draco was surprised more than once by how much this guy seemed to see through and how she always seemed to be right.

She is definitely not an impulsive stupid lion.

"I should have brought you to know Waughlin earlier." Sylvia said regretfully, planning to end the morning tour and go to the auditorium for breakfast.

"That's what you're talking about?" Draco breathed a sigh of relief. But Sylvia did say again today that she would help him.

"What this?" Sylvia turned her head.

"Nothing." Draco's smile looked very different from his usual.

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Talk to Xiaolong

There are many details in this chapter, which are pure foreshadowing.

I don't understand why a lot of people think Searle is sick in the chapter where Searle beats the dragon, but Hermione is insulted, Ron can use the slug spell, Searle can't hit people Yeah? Could it be that I am sick? If someone scolds my friend like that, am I more than Searle? Was part of Draco's controversy that big? Then I'll write a dedicated chapter on my thoughts on Draco's plot arrangement when I'm done. I don't want to be unhappy in the new year, but I did start a comment like that.

In short! The new year is here! 2022 is here! I expect this year to be over for sure! Thinking that Searle's story begins in 2020, time flies really fast! Thank you all for your support over the years, and thank you for accompanying Searle to grow and for me to grow. Thank you for not disliking my clumsy writing skills and watching my works become more and more mature. Searle's story can become more and more exciting, and behind it is everyone's support and encouragement to me!

Best wishes to the best and best! I love you!