HP Dear Miss Freak

"The two of them swerved abruptly to the enthusiastic applause of the students below, rushed out of the open front door, and flew into the beautiful sunset outside."

The Ministry of Magic has ordered Dolores Jane Umbridge to replace Albus Dumbledore as headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The above regulations comply with the Education Order No. 28.

Cedric said they weren't caught by Umbridge, but there were frequent prefects looking for easy-to-see excuses to get in the way of that fan. They are trying their best to buy time, and revealing flaws is understandable.

At least Sylvia has always believed that no one is perfect, and no one can make things perfect. At the same time, she kept telling herself that she should not tolerate the slightest accident in the things she did.

These days, everyone has noticed that this student leader is too quiet. Everyone said it was because of Dumbledore's departure from the school, and because she had received a serious warning from the new headmaster. Probably some words like dropping out of school as the next warning if she is restless.

But only Sylvia knew that she was more conflicted than the story of the spear and the shield.

“What the **** do I want to do?”

Sylvia is annoying.

She was bothered that she didn't have any careful logic and no grand plan. And this year has been so much.

"Hey! Can you watch while you walk?"

Draco's voice brought back Sylvia's thoughts of where she was wandering. In fact, it's just that this little young master has hardly seen the calm side of this little madman in front of him.

"Wow, it's a promotion, young master." Sylvia pointed to the new badge on Draco's chest. She also noticed that Crabbe and Goyle had the same badge on them.

The investigation team showed up on time.

"What?" Harry came over, Hermione and Ron following him.

"Investigative Action Team." Sylvia looked at the Iron Triangle, "Umbridge doesn't need prefects and student leaders now, we are now listed as staff."

"Really?" Ron said defiantly, "You've worked so hard to get ahead of us, doing everything."

"Weasley and I talk back, and I'll deduct five points from you." Draco looked really enjoyable, "Don't be surprised! The members of the investigation team do have the right to deduct points. "

"Do you want to deduct me? I don't respect the new principal." Sylvia looked at him and smiled.

"Good idea. Then listen to you... how about a twenty deduction?" Draco smirked and turned away.

"Look at this is who you picked!" said Ron angrily.

"I'm not surprised that Malfoy is a wallflower." Harry pursed his lips.

"I have to admit that Malfoy is shrewd." Sylvia smiled and shook her head, "Do you really think that their family can stand still in the magic world? know what they're doing."

"So you did this kind thing? Show mercy and let him do something useful?" Ron snorted.

"Why didn't you say I used him?" Sylvia shrugged, "He did send me a letter to pay back my favor last year. No one owes anyone this, it is very All right."

"But he can't really deduct points, can he?" Ron muttered, turning to look at the hourglasses that scored the college. Just as they watched, the red gems flew upward, and the number of gems in the lower half of the hourglass became less and less. In fact, it seems that only the Slytherin hourglass with the emeralds has not changed.

"You noticed, didn't you?" came Fred's voice. He and George had just come down the marble stairs and were also standing in front of the hourglass.

"Malfoy almost deducted thirty points from us just now!" Harry said angrily, when they saw a few more gems flying up in Gryffindor's hourglass.

"Yeah, Monty is also going to deduct our points during recess in the Conservation of Magical Creatures class," George said.

"What do you mean, 'intend'?" Ron asked immediately.

"He didn't finish," Fred explained, "because we actually shoved him upside down into the vanishing cabinet on the second floor."

The Vanishing Cabinet.

Sylvia couldn't help looking in the direction where Draco disappeared.

"You're going to be in big trouble!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Actually we wanted to do it for a long time." George said casually.

"Montage didn't complain about that incident." Sylvia was a little surprised.

"Oh! He seems to have been stunned by me, and he can't remember who did it." Fred waved his hand slyly, "It was Parkinson who sued. But we insisted that it was a Accident."

"Monta pointed at our nose and said 'You hit me?'It couldn't be more funny." George laughed really happily.

“Have you finished your labor service fines?” Sylvia asked, and she nodded in satisfaction seeing the backs of their hands with no extra traces raised.

"I don't understand why she let us go so easily." Fred tutted.

"Because she knows that you can't threaten her vitals." Sylvia pointed to herself, "And I am the guy who will be targeted by her for even the smallest things."

"If you have a plan, just let us do it next," George said. "We've decided not to worry about getting in trouble anyway."

"Are you worried?" Hermione looked unconvinced.

"Sure," said George, "haven't we never been fired?"

"Do you really think that's because we have Bunny?" Fred asked, looking very happy to see the three young men nodding.

“We always knew where to draw the line,” George said. “We might occasionally cross a toe.”

“But we always stop before we make a big mess,” Fred said.

"And now?" Ron asked uncertainly.

"Well, now..." George looked at Fred.

"Since Dumbledore is gone..." Fred looked at Sylvia.

"We think something is wrong..."

"Just what our dear new principal deserves."

"You can't do that!" Hermione whispered, "You absolutely can't! She'd love to have a reason to fire you!"

"You still don't get it, Hermione?" Fred told her with a smile, "We don't want to stay here anymore. We don't care if she drops us out. But before that, I think we'll do something for Dumbledore first. So, anyway," he looked at his watch, "the first phase is about to begin. If I were you, I'd eat in the Great Hall. Lunch, then the teachers will see that you have nothing to do with that."

"It has nothing to do with anything?" Hermione looked at Sylvia uneasily.

"You'll see," urged George, "and go now."

And Freda took Sylvia's hand, and it seems that the wording has not been done.

"Take me there." Sylvia smiled softly, "You must know where is the best place to watch your good show."

"I should have told you in advance." Fred's words were apologetic, pulling her to the other side of the corridor.

"Why? Then I won't have any surprises?" Sylvia looked at him and looked at George on the other side.

"We didn't tell you because we wanted to surprise you. But I mean... including what we mentioned before." Fred said softly.

"You're leaving, right?"

When Sylvia said this, the three of them stopped.

"What kind of expression do you two have? I thought of it! After all, everything is ready, right?" Sylvia smiled at the twins' sudden withdrawal, "I know Hogg Watts can't keep you! It's time to welcome its owners. The market research and start-up funds are all settled, haven't they?"

"We won't go yet!" Fred said hurriedly, "If we have to go, we will definitely tell you in advance."

"We discussed, we originally wanted to spend this exam preparation time with you. After all, you need to have fun! Dude!" George's words seemed to have been prepared a long time in advance , "But that old woman is the headmaster. We just suddenly thought, maybe this is a time to make a contribution. Dumbledore has tolerated us for so many years, and of course we have to help him breathe a sigh of relief."

"Of course I understand." Sylvia laughed.

"You don't understand, Fred can't live without you." George said with a smile.

"Seriously." Fred nudged George with his elbow, "We thought we should do our part, and we thought if we did let go. If you fight, you will have to face so much alone. We have been acting together for so many years, and I always feel that this is an act of betrayal."

"It's like we ran away and didn't care about your life or death." George nodded, "Of course, we won't make you suspect."

"You think you're not with me..." Sylvia didn't expect her to get stuck when she said this, "We've always fought side by side! Isn't it? Hogwarts is right. Will the distance in Corner Alley change all that? No! Boys! Most importantly, we'll be by each other's side no matter where we are. I know, we can do it!"

At this moment, a strong explosion swept through. Sylvia turned her head sharply, and some fire dragons composed of green and golden sparks were flying around in the corridor, spraying gorgeous fiery red airflow along the way.

"Do you like it?" Fred wrapped his arms around Sylvia's shoulders from behind and put his chin on her head, "If anyone dares to use the Vanishing Charm, they will only make them ten times as large. to accelerate growth!"

"The dragon you're looking for is a Chinese fireball dragon, right?" Sylvia looked in a good mood as she watched all kinds of unnamed fireworks that kept popping out in front of her.

"We should quit! Friends! This is not the time for love!" George said as a pink Katherine wheel blazed past him, "if you don't want us The School Leaving Plan is very efficient if implemented now!”

But Sylvia didn't really want to go. She even wanted to ask the twins to take shelter and enjoy the gorgeous fireworks herself. But that's a bit of a betrayal.

"It's really time to go." Fred squeezed Sylvia's cheek.

"You owe me a firework!" Sylvia stared at Fred.

Fred grinned, as if he heard some sweet words: "I know, this is not in debt! Can I still pay it?"

"Just remember." Sylvia smiled with satisfaction and followed them into the secret passage behind the tapestry.

Sylvia will never forget that afternoon when the fireworks kept burning and spread to every part of the school. Of course, she was happiest when all the teachers unanimously expressed their disapproval and could not do anything about it, and even hurriedly called the new principal to solve the trouble.

"We met Dumbledore the other day," Fred said after a spell class. "He was interested in some of our tricks."

"Fuck! Really!" Sylvia knew that Dumbledore would appreciate them, but she had absolutely no idea that they had communicated.

"We said we were going to do something for Dumbledore, of course it wasn't just a sudden idea." George shrugged, "It's amazing that I don't remember exactly what we talked about ."

"But we both came to the conclusion that only we can cause trouble for Umbridge." Fred said triumphantly, "I found that before we talked, we were all wrong. direction."

"We've been so self-disciplined this year!" George gasped, "We don't think we can give our student leaders more trouble. It turns out that you need trouble! You need someone to do it for you You have been so suffocated this year!"

"So you guys talked about it." Sylvia was still reminiscing about that afternoon.

Fred and George couldn't have done better!

It was Umbridge's first afternoon as headmaster. She dutifully spends all her time running around the school, solving the trouble of fireworks in each classroom. And Sylvia did not forget to happily walk over and say hello.

This kind of good mood lasted for many days, and it was enough to make Sylvia's Easter vacation, busy with reviewing, happy.

"I care more about how much you earned from the fireworks tricks you took the opportunity to promote? Did you receive a lot of orders after that day?"

"What is propaganda by chance? And remember, it's called Weasley swoosh!" Fred raised his eyebrows, hoping that his proprietress would also know the trick products well , "And how do you know we didn't take the opportunity to mess with Umbridge?"

"I can't tell the difference, Searle." George shook his head regretfully.

"My fault." Sylvia took out her insincere apology.

"As for how much we earn." Fredra passed Sylvia's hand, and the familiar touch made her eyes widen again, "How could it be less?"

Sylvia looked at the key in her hand and blinked.

"The key to Weasley's Witchcraft and Wizardry." Fred also blinked.

"For me?" Sylvia blinked again.

"I'll give you one." Fred nodded, "George is very pitiful, he has two."

George rolled his eyes.

"Then I understand." Sylvia accepted it contentedly.

"So you don't have to worry about us at all." Fred laughed, "We're going very well here."

"You don't have to worry about me either, I got an E in my recent potions thesis!" Sylvia raised her head, "This is my first E this year!"

"You have written so many exam questions. Can you always remember something?" Fred glanced at Sylvia, "My girl is not real stupid."

"Isn't that stupid?" Sylvia smiled bitterly.

Sylvia has always thought that Fred and George can do so many tricks, Potions is definitely not bad, it should even be terrible! Maybe they didn't love Snape's class, or they were too lazy to take it, so they deliberately failed the O.W.Ls.

"Bunny, we're going to act." Fred's soft voice lit up Sylvia's eyes.

"So we came to let you know." George said with a smile.

"We have already arranged everything." Fred said, "But we don't want to affect everyone's review because of the final drama, let alone my dear Bunny."

"We heard from Ginny the other day that Harry wanted to talk to Sirius. And now the only fireplace that keeps working is the one in Umbridge's office, and you know that letters and things don't work. "George snapped his fingers, "Did we think that the opportunity will come? Harry needs an opportunity, then we will give him a simple trick."

The call between Harry and Sirius.

Sylvia almost jumped up. Fortunately, she thought about it carefully and found that this time was not the last time.

"Okay." Sylvia nodded.

Good.

The day came quickly. It would have been enough to add a heavy review at the end of the term to make the time go by quickly.

Sylvia learned the exact time and place from Fred and George. After finishing the arithmetic and divination class, I walked slowly to the east of the castle.

The specific recipes for alleviating potions, swelling potions, euphoria potions, etc. kept popping up in her mind. Merlin testified that when she recited English words back then, she was not as serious as she is now.

I finally understand the feelings of those students who are queuing in the cafeteria with their word books.

Sylvia had to sigh that the success of people is really not without reason.

She stopped suddenly, because a corridor in front of her had turned into a swamp. So she took a detour, silently admiring how good the twins made this portable swamp.

Some people turned an entire corridor into a swamp.

Some people are struggling to memorize potion recipes.

Sylvia is very emotional now, how did she let these two geniuses put her in the same category as them?

"Hey! Schoolgirl Head!"

Peeves flew head-on, slid through Sylvia and back again.

"Hi, Peeves." Sylvia drew her wand and waved it threateningly.

"I'm here to remind you to go to the hall." Peeves exclaimed excitedly, "If you're lucky enough to catch the last good show."

"My boy asked you to come?" Sylvia looked at him and smiled.

"I think you have to hurry." Peeves looked more anxious than she was.

"Go this way." Sylvia detoured to another lesser-known corridor. She didn't want to be crowded into the same place with the students who joined in the fun.

"Hey! Why are you walking here... oh!" Peeves followed her down several flights of stairs, and couldn't help sighing when she stopped, "The view here is so good, student leader ."

Sylvia descended halfway down the stairs, and she could just look down at the students who were in a circle. Some of them were covered in what looked like stinky juice. Many teachers and ghosts were also in the crowd. The most conspicuous were the members of the investigative team, and Sylvia could see Draco's head at a glance.

And Fred and George, both of them standing in the middle of the hall, had a look of death on their faces.

"Okay!" Umbridge said triumphantly, she was standing on the other side of the stairs near the crowd, "Okay! You think turning one of the school corridors into a swamp It's fun, right?"

"Very interesting, yes." Fred exclaimed, looking up at her, not at all afraid.

"I've got the thing, Headmaster," Filch said hoarsely, waving a piece of parchment that looked like a license, "I've got the thing, and I'm going Okay whip, oh, let me do it now!"

"Very well, Argus," said Umbridge, "you two," she continued, staring at Fred and George below, "will know that at my school What happens to those who do bad things here."

"Know what?" Fred laughed, "I don't think we'll know, George." He turned to his twin brother, "I think we've grown up. , no need for full-time education.”

"Yeah, I've always thought so," said George happily.

"It's time to test our talents in the real world, what do you think?" Fred asked.

“Not bad,” George said.

Before Umbridge said a word, they raised their wands at the same time.

"Broomsticks!"

Sylvia smiled heartily.

There was a loud pop in the distance. Fred and George's brooms flew quickly toward their masters, one dragging from the tail the heavy chains and bolts that Umbridge used to tie them to the wall. The two sweeps turned to the left, hurried down the stairs, and stopped in front of the twins, the iron chains rattling loudly on the stone floor marked with the flag.

"We won't see you again." Fred said to Umbridge, raising his legs and straddling his broom.

"Yes, don't bother to keep in touch." George said, riding his broom.

Sylvia raised her hand a little, and met the heavy shackle precisely.

Torn apart.

"Who!"

When the twins rose into the air and the shackles broke and fell, Umri screamed strangely.

Sylvia had quietly put away her wand, and Umbridge didn't know that there was a **** student boss standing here.

But the twins can't figure out who did it.

"If anyone wants to buy a portable swamp, like the one shown upstairs, go to 93 Diagon Alley - Weasley's Witchcraft!" Fred shouted loudly in the air Say, "That's our shop!"

"Hogwarts students can get a discount if they swear to use our products to get rid of this powder." George pointed to Umbridge and added.

"Stop them!" Umbridge screamed, but it was too late. As the investigative team approached, Fred and George kicked off the floor and charged fifteen feet into the air.

"That's right." Fred suddenly laughed, "Do you know who you should please if you want to get a bigger discount with us?"

Suddenly, Sylvia was startled by an explosion. She was stunned for a moment, then quickly rushed downstairs before her mind gave a reasonable explanation.

"Send her to **** for us, Peeves." Fred shouted.

Peeves waved his funnel hat to Fred and George.

Umbridge and Filch scolded and went upstairs, presumably preparing to issue a statement to expel the twins.

The two red figures rushed towards the clouds, and the real show seemed to have just begun.

Sylvia rushed into the courtyard as the frantic crowd swept away from Hogwarts with cheers and applause. But she didn't watch them, because the scene in front of her made her unable to take her eyes away.

Sylvia was standing in a corner outside the crowd.

She never knew that fireworks could look so good in the daytime.

She never imagined that the fireworks she owed would be returned on this day.

Those fireworks are constantly changing in the air, although they are not very concrete, but Sylvia knows what the combination is.

Crackling Explosion Jamie (must be Jamie! The kind invented by Sylvia!), Sorting Hat, Fondue (still the most primitive), Broom (looks bigger than Sweep more like a comet), Marauder's Map (or a parchment?), Unicorn (this unicorn seems to eat a bit too much), Speeder (are they really nostalgic?), Croissant, Bird Snake (How did this get in? This is a good memory?)…

Sylvia's eyes blinked quickly, completely ignoring the dazzling light, for fear of missing any pattern.

Flobber Caterpillar!

Seriously? Fred!

Sylvia rolled her eyes in her heart, but her nose was inexplicably sour, and she could no longer hold back her tears.

Fred told her more of the details he'd been remembering, as if in revenge for last year's play at the fairgrounds. Sylvia was willing to give in, and she knew that Fred, the most carefree, always took these to heart.

Sylvia wiped her tears again and again.

She looked at the endless fireworks, what battery car, what high heels, what watch... These messy things lit up every fragment of Sylvia's memory.

The girl cried in spite of her image. She took a few steps back and went back into the hall to hide herself.

It turns out that in the past seven years, we have experienced so much together.

Heavy pressure, pride in my heart, and extreme emotions were all vented through tears.

She was just really happy.

"Nice, I'm good buddies with the Weasley twins."

She felt this way from the first grade until now:

"Good, I'm the proprietress of Weasley's Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Perhaps she was glad she was lucky, or maybe she was afraid if she failed to catch it. More likely, she is worried that this beauty is like this firework—

In any case, there will be moments when it ends.

Suddenly she heard a cheer. Different from the previous excitement, it is more like a coax now.

Sylvia sucked her nose, stuck her head out again, and the tears she had just controlled poured out again.

The fireworks in the sky clearly formed a series of letters, and her mind was clear enough to recognize that it was:

"To the girl I love the most."

"This is the most beautiful firework in the world I promised her."

"It is also the grandest confession I have promised myself to give her."

"Although it's late."

"But I loved her so much all along."

Although late, he was always there. What does it matter if it's too late?

Sylvia finally broke into a smile.

And she didn't expect that Fred didn't seem to want to let her go, and there were even bigger tears behind it.

At the moment when the fireworks were scattered, a line of clearly visible words appeared in the sky:

"TripleTroubleiscoming!"

Here we come.

Sylvia now realizes she was wrong.

How can the youth who were born to belong to the sky scattered like fireworks? It is clearly a return to the sky that belongs to us.

The girl looked down at the fading slogan and smiled.

That is the embrace of the birds returning to the sky.

She always remembers what it says in the book:

"The two of them swerved abruptly to the enthusiastic applause of the students below, rushed out of the open front door, and flew into the beautiful sunset outside."

The author has something to say:

Many friends said that the chapter on Patronus brought tears to my eyes, and this chapter made me cry when I was writing it myself. Including every time I watch the movie and the original book, I will break the defense when I see this chapter. I always remember what it says in the book:

"The two of them swerved abruptly to the enthusiastic applause of the students below, rushed out of the open front door, and flew into the beautiful sunset outside."

Yeah, they fly to their better tomorrow, and how much I wish they could be synonymous with happiness forever?

I remember reading a sentence that said, "From now on, every corner of the world is full of joy, because there is George in the world, and Fred in the heaven" It really gave me a bad deal. Since I watched Harry Potter, since I met Fred and George, any knife is not a knife to me

Why can't the world tolerate these beautiful beings?

Fred said in fourth grade that he would give Searle the most beautiful fireworks ever, and he never broke his promise. He said that if he wanted to give Searle the grandest confession, he would definitely give it.