HP Dear Miss Freak

"I'll give you a root flower?"

"How did you meet Bellatrix?"

"This question is asked, and if I can figure it out, I won't encounter it!"

"Don't give me sloppy eyes. You know what I mean." Andy sat in his seat with his arms folded and stared at Sylvia who was standing in front of him. He didn't let her stand, but this guy was so guilty as to be like that.

"Meet me on the road." Sylvia didn't think she would be questioned.

Andy didn't speak, just stared at her.

"Encountered at Knockturn Alley." Sylvia simply broke the jar.

"Are you going there alone?" Andy stood up suddenly.

"Yes! I am..." Sylvia glanced at the document on Andy's desk, "I want to catch a few more dark wizards after get off work to fill up my business."

"You will go to the tasks that I don't let you go with me?" Andy turned around and glanced at his file and sneered, "I will go to training next time, you have no fieldwork. , Tonks."

"Yes." Sylvia admitted.

Andy just stared at her silently for a while, as if examining her, before leaving the Auror office with his papers.

"Are you panicking?" Leoni walked over to Sylvia and put her on her shoulder, "Now, you can't patrol anymore, how boring?"

"Then what can I say?" Sylvia rolled her eyes and returned to her seat, "You may not know, that's Bellatrix. Aurorsin I tried so hard to capture her and I couldn't find her, so I couldn't have met her at the door of my house's trick shop, right?"

"When I heard about your family from Dora, I thought it was really possible, girl." Leoni shook her head.

"Awesome, right?" Sylvia sneered, "I'm only nineteen years old and I can be feared like this by the Death Eaters."

"It's not as good as you." Leoni smiled bitterly, "It's great that you're still in good spirits. I think Dora has lost her soul."

"She, it's not necessarily because of me." Sylvia waved her hand.

"You're a little unconscionable, Searle." Leoni said incredulously, "Your sister is very worried about you, and she and Andy suggested that you should not be allowed to go out to work. s reason."

"Of course I know." Sylvia rubbed her head irritably, sorting out the information on hand, "You didn't see my mother, I'm really afraid that she will be real. Go to her sister to settle the account... Then who is my patrol job for?"

"Give it to me." Dulix dropped a sentence when he passed by and walked away without looking back.

"Oh." Sylvia glanced back at him and then turned back, "I thought that guy had enough."

"Yeah, yeah, it's obviously worse." Leonie pouted, "The minister personally gave Dawlish some secret mission, although he doesn't know what to do, he seems to be the whole person. The situation is getting worse and worse.”

"It's not easy." Sylvia just pretended to sigh. Of course she knew what Dawlish was doing all the time - stalking Dumbledore. But how could this outstanding principal be followed? Dawlish estimated that Dumbledore's helpless spell became this way.

"So...why did you go to Knockturn Alley? You can't be catching some dark wizard." Leonie narrowed her eyes, "I can tell you, Andy must also know that you are lying He just didn't expose you."

"Then? You think I'll tell you all because you're my sister?" Sylvia narrowed her eyes.

Leonie made an expression like this.

"Where are you going?" Leoni asked briskly, as if the conversation just now never happened.

"Training—" Sylvia stretched her voice and walked towards the training ground, "What else? Knockturn Alley?"

Sylvia didn't look back but just waved.

It's just that Leonie is right, she has to finish the unfinished things without leaving one.

It wasn't too late for Sylvia to step into the Norman's fireplace, since she wasn't assigned a duty today. Even though Andy had changed all of her duty duties to housekeeping in the Auror Office.

"How is Katie?" she asked the moment she stepped out of the fireplace.

"Have you not learned to Apparate after all this time?" But another voice answered. Well, he didn't answer either.

"I think it's rude to Apparate into someone's house." But Sylvia answered him, "Why are you here? Mr. Waughlin."

"How can you ask? This is my cousin's house." Hoddle sat comfortably in the armchair with his legs crossed.

"So what?" Sylvia rolled her eyes and sat on the other sofa, "Where's your cousin?"

"This is." Norman walked out of the room slowly, handing two books to Hoddle, "Katie is still in a coma."

"What book?" Sylvia leaned over to read.

"The book you don't understand." Hoddle handed her the book generously, and the girl retreated to her place when she saw the word Potions on the cover.

"Thank you. Potions are no longer worthy of me." Sylvia extended her hand and refused.

"Speaking of which, has the opal necklace that caused Katie's black magic been handed over to the Ministry of Magic?" Norman sat next to Sylvia, "I want to study it."

"What makes you think you can go through the back door from me? I've only been hired for less than half a year. And the opal necklace, I don't need to ask you if I know a little about it." Via sneered, "And Andy has told me not to touch anything except training."

"Because you were picked up by the Death Eaters?" Norman laughed gleefully.

"How did you meet Lestrange?" Hoddle asked.

"You come too?" Sylvia rolled her eyes helplessly, "I went to Knockturn Alley, don't ask me what I'm doing, I won't tell you."

"I knew you weren't just asking me about Katie."

Sylvia looked at Norman sharply, but found that the guy didn't speak at all, but she clearly heard Norman's voice.

"Don't be surprised, this is a new skill I learned recently, touch your airship Li."

Sylvia touched her earring near Norman and pinched a small ball.

Norman stretched out his hand and pressed Sylvia's shoulder, and a sentence came from her ear: "As long as you touch it, you can only hear it, isn't it amazing? I studied it a few days ago. A Muggle walkie-talkie."

Sylvia just squinted at him. She thought Norman should have understood what she was saying was "Leave the mess on me!"

It's a pity that what Norman read from her eyes was "Norman, you are too amazing, when will you teach me?"

"Are you communicating with each other?" Hoddle leaned back in the armchair and looked at them lazily.

"Yeah, you really got it right." Norman smiled cheerfully.

"In that case, I'll go first." Hoddle said and stood up.

He even acted in a play."

"You can't be here just to ask Katie Bell. Norman says you guys from the Quidditch team have gone to see her. There's no point in doing that. Run." Hoddle snorted, "But you haven't said anything for so long, isn't it because I'm in the way?"

"You guys are really close... cousins!" Sylvia laughed.

"What if we don't want you to hear it?" Norman smiled smugly, "Get the book you want and leave."

"I'll go with you." Sylvia didn't want this suspicious and terribly smart guy to spy on their plans, and Hoddle's keenness couldn't make him have any doubts . She said and stood up and turned to Norman: "Katie has any news and let me know. Then..." She picked up a piece of parchment and a quill and scribbled a line and handed it to Norman, "This is It's the address of Diarra you want."

"Thank you." Norman accepted it readily, his pupils dilated instantly when he opened the paper.

"Wait, I want a cup of coffee." Hoddle went to the kitchen, waved his wand and poured himself a paper cup of coffee.

"Will you give me a cup too?" Sylvia said, and soon she also had a cup in her hand.

"Hey, hey, this looks like my home?" Norman's tone was filled with reproach.

"Thank you for your hospitality, my dear friend." Sylvia said, and went out the door first, and Hoddle followed and closed the door.

Then there was silence.

"What is Katie's password?" After a long time, he asked.

"A little speechless, Mr. Waughlin." Sylvia smiled and rolled her eyes.

"To tell the truth, I'm very upset, Miss Tonks." Hoddle said and took a step forward, but stopped when he noticed that the girl was not following.

"You're not feeling well? Then let's talk about it." Sylvia said casually, and sat down on the first step.

"Seriously?" Hoddle glanced at the steps stepped on by countless people with disgust.

"There is a magic spell called cleaning." Sylvia smiled and patted the seat next to her.

Hoddle thought for a while before sitting down.

"Tell me, what are you upset about?" Sylvia took out her wand and gave the two of them a warming spell.

"Does he know why you went to Knockturn Alley?" Hoddle clicked.

"He doesn't know." Sylvia told the truth, "Don't talk about him, Fred doesn't know either."

"That dull guy wants this?" Hoddle said rather dismissively.

"Fred is not dull." Sylvia explained patiently, "It was the same thing, he was more concerned about whether I was okay, rather than exploring what I did. Asking for it." She smiled and looked at Hoddle, "Got it? Those are not important to him at all."

Hoddle just grunted and took another sip of coffee.

"Are you sulking with me?" Sylvia couldn't help but feel a little funny.

"You can't come over at night just to ask Katie Bell." Hoddle bit every word very clearly, "You and Norman have something to hide from me."

"If there is a secret between me and you, then no one else will know, no matter who it is. This is a matter of principle." Sylvia looked at him, "You know , I didn't say anything false."

"I'm afraid you're doing something dangerous." He doesn't seem to express himself like this, but he has been unreserved in front of girls since a long time ago, "and also It's useless." He paused and added, "Norman has a lot of tricks and tricks, but he..."

Sylvia was looking forward to what this guy could say about Norman she couldn't imagine.

"...He can do it, can't I do it?" Hoddle finally just spit out this sentence in a depressing way.

"Hey, Mr. Waughlin—" Sylvia blinked at him, "Your legs are too straight and beautiful?"

Hoddle was stunned for a while, and unconsciously retracted his bent legs a little, but put his legs back in place as if mocking himself.

"He's him, you're you." Sylvia smiled and patted Hoddle on the shoulder, "He has something that others don't have. So do you, and so do I. Everyone does irreplacable."

"You're more and more tactful now." Hoddle snorted, "Just borrow my leg to talk about things? I think you really don't want to be a teacher at Hogwarts. wasted."

"You are also handsome, I think you are more handsome." Sylvia said sincerely.

"Okay! Stop it! I know what you mean!" Hoddle rolled his eyes and turned his face to the other side, "You know what you do. I don't care about you ."

"I went to Knockturn Alley to find out something." Sylvia lowered her eyes and focused on the strong coffee, "I won't tell you and I won't Tell anyone. This has to do with the mission the Order of the Phoenix gave me."

“…so dangerous places you prefer to go by yourself?”

"Do you think I have a choice?" Sylvia looked at him again, "You think I want to live like this? I like to walk around Knockturn Alley when I have nothing to do? "

"Have you had a choice?" Hoddle sneered, "It's precisely because you have chosen."

Sylvia was stunned for a moment, then quickly laughed. She looked down at her shoes, the flattened heels still stained with scabbed mud.

Hoddle's mind is always clearer than anyone else's.

"So I deserve it." She said with great relief.

"Before I came back, I wanted to ask if you would like to go abroad with me." Hoddle looked up at the upper steps, "But...it's nothing...actually I already knew you were like this. When I am, I will definitely choose to stand up against the mysterious man."

"So you came back to join us?" Sylvia looked at him.

"I...I don't know..." Hoddle lowered his head too, not meeting Sylvia's gaze, "I was very conflicted during that time. There were a lot of messy things around me... "He said and glanced at Sylvia's ring subconsciously, "In short, I chose to join the Order of the Phoenix in the end, and I will never regret any decision I made."

"Who's not?" Sylvia patted him on the shoulder, "Who's not irritable? Isn't it all a piece of shit? I've been—" she said She couldn't help laughing, "You've always been very disciplined and competent, and you haven't felt any irritability. My sixth and seventh graders—" She shook her head as she spoke.

"It really wouldn't work without me, right?" Hoddle snorted.

"I'm too lazy to argue with you." Sylvia rolled her eyes, "Now think about how hard the school days are? I can't help but miss those children. The old days. You didn't know that Ron—" She couldn't help laughing happily, "this guy wants to tear up all Ginny's boyfriends. Those letters Ginny wrote to me, Frey and I, De can laugh all day."

"I want to have a sister too." Hoddle actually picked up such gossip, "If I had a sister, I might—"

Help you out."

"Why can't I be blessed?" Hoddle obviously disagreed with her.

"You look at someone like you—" Sylvia shook her head frequently, "It must be a daughter slave!"

"You know again?"

"Eh? Don't believe it? Don't believe it, we'll see!"

Hoddle just smiled faintly and stared at the girl in front of him. It was as if none of that had changed, as if they were still in their astronomical tower at the moment.

After two years, the girl is still the bright girl.

After two years, talking with her is still the thing that makes him happy.

"Just suffering for my Hermione." Sylvia sighed, "That Ron talked about a girlfriend. I don't even know how to reply to Hermione. Why doesn't this guy Ronald understand that Hermione likes him, and he likes Hermione very much?"

"How do you know Ron doesn't like his current girlfriend?" Hoddle raised his eyebrows, "How do you know he likes Hermione?"

"I just know." Sylvia raised her head.

"Who gave you the confidence to think you could read everyone's heart?" Hoddle snorted softly.

"I just know." Sylvia looked at him directly, "I just know what everyone thinks."

"You know? What do you know?" Hoddle sneered, he really meant something.

"I said, I know what everyone thinks." Sylvia was still watching him, "I really do, Mr. Waughlin."

"You know?" Hoddle's eyes didn't evade in the slightest, "You don't know, Miss Tonks."

"I can clearly feel how good each of my friends is to me and for what reason." Sylvia is indeed the words, "I am very grateful for this , so I returned with the same sincerity. I will give all the kindness I can give without reservation."

Hoddle just looked at her without speaking.

"I can tell you that so far, I have no conscience and no debt to anyone." She said it very clearly, "I treat them with the best possible Sincere attitude is to maintain the most suitable distance. Since it is my friend, it will never change." She repeated again, "We are friends and will never change, Mr. Waughlin."

"Okay." A smile slowly emerged from the corner of Hoddle's mouth, "Yes, you are right. You are like this, and you have always treated people with the same sincerity."

"Fred told me that." Sylvia smiled, and there was a light in her eyes, the kind of light that Hoddle liked very much.

"Okay." Hoddle nodded with a smile, "I see."

"You understand?" Sylvia blinked.

"I understand that I'm just one of your many friends." He pouted, looking very aggrieved.

"This—" Sylvia leaned into his ear, "Isn't it?"

Hoddle laughed, a very hearty laugh. He gave no answers or other feedback. He was amused, although he never despised himself being amused by this girl's absurdity. But this kind of happiness reminded him of those happy times, and also reminded him of why he was attracted to this girl in the first place.

"That's weird." Hoddle was still laughing, as if he was about to laugh his whole life, "Sylvia Tonks. You're a really weird fellow. already."

"Why are you scolding me?" Sylvia stared.

"Wait a minute—" Hoddle wiped the tears from his laughter, "I'll change the word, you're so cute."

"Ah! It's disgusting!" Sylvia stood up suddenly, rubbing her arms with both hands, "You are sick!"

"I understand." Hoddle smiled and pulled her back down, "I really understand, Miss Tonks."

"Don't laugh anymore." The disgust on Sylvia's face has not subsided, "What about the burden of your Ravenclaw garden grass? If you want to laugh like this, the girls can I can't stop loving it, buddy."

"What did you say? You said girls wouldn't love me?" Hoddle seemed to hear a big joke.

"Okay, I love you." Sylvia sighed, "What's the use of loving you? You are not a fan at all! Your fans will all run away. It's gone!"

"I thought you knew that I was traveling around the world to go around the world." Hoddle answered naturally.

"Yo!" Sylvia became angry, "Looks like there's been a lot of love affairs along the way?"

"You don't think so?" Hoddle raised his eyebrows.

"It's the same as the truth!" Sylvia shook her head and said, but soon stopped shaking and stared straight at Hoddle, "Really?"

Hoddle just laughed.

And it worked.

"Damn it! What's your affair? Tell me about it! If you say this, I won't be sleepy!"

"Damn it! Wipe your saliva!"

"How can I..." Sylvia subconsciously took a sip of saliva as soon as she spoke, preventing a shameful occurrence.

"You really haven't changed at all." Hoddle couldn't help holding his forehead, but he was still smiling.

How's it going? Is there a genre I like? I like that kind of…”

"You sit down first." Hoddle held her down, who was about to move, although he didn't know what the guy was shaking up and down like this for, "You said you knew that you should have something for each of your friends. What an attitude. Don't cross the line, Miss Tonks."

"No crossing!" Sylvia's eyes flashed terrifyingly, "Are we not iron enough? We can say this! Don't you think of me as a brother?"

"No affair." Hoddle said helplessly.

"I don't believe it!" Sylvia shoved him on the shoulder, "You'll be tongue-tied in the middle of the conversation! Mr. Waughlin! Call me the truth!"

"You forgive me." Hoddle laughed until his whole body was shaking.

"You said it yourself!" Sylvia insisted.

"Be quiet!"

"You're guilty!"

"You want Norman to hear?"

"Then I'll be quiet, you tell me..."

"Not really."

"You can't! I want to hear the story!"

"Shh!"

Hoddle heard footsteps and quickly covered Sylvia's mouth. He didn't know if it was because of his footsteps or if he couldn't resist the girl's attack. But before he had time to think clearly, he had already seen the owner of the footsteps—

"Percy?" Sylvia pulled Hoddle's hand away, looked at the visitor, and blinked, "Get off work?"

"Why are you here?" Percy looked like he had seen a ghost, and looked at the time on his watch again, "With Waughlin?"

"Reminiscing." Sylvia held up the coffee in her hand, "What floor do you live on, Percy? Should you invite me to sit?"

"Let me go." Percy just said lightly, and after the two people in front of him moved to the left and right, he passed between them.

"Hey! Percy!" Sylvia stood up and stopped him, "Should you come back?"

"What are you talking about?" Percy stopped.

"Should you go home?" Sylvia didn't understand, but she didn't know how to give Percy a step down.

Voldemort is truly resurrected.

This means that what Percy did was a utterly stupid thing. Then why would he lower his head and admit his mistake?

"Open your eyes and see clearly, I'm going home now." Percy continued to walk up, "I hope you're not drunk."

"I was wrong." Sylvia corrected immediately, "I mean, Christmas is coming soon, won't you go back to the Burrow for the holidays? Aunt Molly must have brought you The room was well organized.”

Hoddle heard Sylvia's attention. The meaning of the girl's words was as if Percy had just graduated from work and lived away from home, and should go back to see his family after the holidays.

"I didn't plan on that." Percy's footsteps became heavy.

"Go back! I beg you!" Sylvia shouted.

is you."

Sylvia was thinking how to give Percy a step down. And he didn't plan on going at all. He was walking up step by step, farther and farther away from this girl.

Hoddle saw Sylvia's sudden gloomy look, he just watched the red-haired guy leave like her, without saying a word.

After a while of silence, he said softly, "Go back."

"The coffee is cold." Sylvia just lowered her head with a wry smile.

And a warm current came from the cup to her palm, and the moment she looked up, she saw a subtle light on the tip of Hoddle's wand.

"Sylvia Tonks."

"I know I know."

After Sylvia said goodbye to Hoddle, an Apparition came to her secret base, and Norman was sitting on the sofa in a brutal posture.

"How could you possibly use my Diarra as a shield?" Norman angrily slapped the piece of paper on the table. It was clearly written on the paper: The secret base is waiting for me, I have something to look for you.

"Isn't that a good excuse I didn't think of." Sylvia smiled and sat down beside him, "Return your Diarra?"

"You made me wait so long!" Norman rolled his eyes.

"I lost track of time with Wafflin!" Sylvia said apologetically.

"Forget it, the address." He stretched out his hand.

"I don't have Diarra's address." Sylvia pulled out a pleasing smile.

"How can you do this!" Norman looked hurt, "Are we still good friends?"

"Your cousin thinks we have a good relationship." She smiled cheerfully, "It's interesting that Wafflin still eats your vinegar."

"It can really pretend. Do you still know how this vinegar is eaten?" Norman squinted her, "I know what you are looking for from me, this place has been kept secret by me. It's safe to do it. With our two daring loyalty spells, you won't even want to find that Voldemort when he's dead."

"I believe in you very much." Sylvia pointed to the small attic that had been kept warm by the boys, "I want to talk to you about whether it is possible to add a double storey. Assure?"

"You mean—the door downstairs has already been enchanted..." Norman narrowed his eyes, "Another door from the stairs?"

"Think about it." Sylvia nodded, "I mean the attic can't be reached by Apparition. We can only go to the downstairs stairwell first."

"Take down the stairs." Norman clapped his hands and decided, "We can use the Levitation Charm to send ourselves up. Even if someone breaks in, it's hard to look up and see a door."

"Then use a magic spell to hide the door." Sylvia snapped her fingers silently.

"You think so much, does Dumbledore make sense?" Norman asked, "Is it going to be used here?"

"Did my notes help you to study the curse?" Sylvia didn't answer directly, but also affirmed his statement.

"You are not ordinary." Norman praised, "I have seen Dumbledore's hands, and to be honest, it is much more difficult than I thought."

"In short, we need to be ready at all times." Sylvia nodded, "You can't go wrong at all."

"Then get on with your work." Norman stretched and stood up, walked around the scattered books, and walked to the large bed covered with parchment.

The author has something to say:

Wow! This chapter is so long!

The relationship between Sear and Xiao Huo will be explained clearly to everyone, which I mentioned earlier. I will definitely give Huo Ge a happy ending! I think Xiao Huo has become more and more cute hahahaha!

It's been a long time since I wrote Horsey's long talk? I feel comfortable writing this, I am happy. I said in the text that it seems to be back to the astronomical tower at that time, but it is true, I really saw the appearance of the two young children on the astronomical tower involuntarily in the description.

Norman's new skills, alas, I always thought it would be really useful if you could really communicate with one another! So the whole one!

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Tangtang in a dream; 5 bottles of cheesecake and milkshake;

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