HP Dear Miss Freak

"Actually this is the first time Fred has braided a girl. But he knows it won't be the last."

In summer, Sylvia always tied her long hair high, because her long hair always made her sweat. And Fred and George found new pleasure in pulling her braids off.

After a large group of them went to see the England Quidditch League Cup, Fred and George invited Sylvia to stay at their house. The two of them could watch Sylvia play new tricks on their heads every day, bringing along their lovely sister along the way.

Then ripped it off.

"Why didn't you tie your braids today?" Fred asked, looking at Sylvia who came down the stairs.

"I don't want to talk to you, shut up." Sylvia glared at him and sat down beside Ginny. Even if she beats Fred and George every time, the two stinkins will continue to tug at her braids.

How childish!

"You two brats know how to bully girls all day long." Mrs. Molly looked at her twin sons, akimbo.

"Mom! You don't know how Bunny bullied us." Fred stuck his tongue out with a smile.

"We're always like this, that's our good relationship." George happily spread jam on the bread in his hands.

"Don't look at her like this, she likes to play with us." Fred sat next to Sylvia and patted her on the shoulder.

"Why?" Sylvia showed a speechless smile.

"Then why are you staying with us for so many days?" Fred put his hands on the back of his head and leaned back on the chair.

"Fred!" Mrs Molly looked at her son unhappily.

"Of course it's because I like Ginny." Sylvia said, hugging Ginny next to her and rubbing her little face.

Ginny put down the glass and hugged Sylvia, looking at her brother defiantly: "Is it for you? Fred."

"You should..."

"We should get rid of the goblins today, friends." Before Fred could speak, George interrupted.

"Oh, that sounds interesting." Sylvia looked at George and smiled. Fred was about to say something but a boy in high spirits interrupted him.

"Hey! Maybe someone is coming to play a wizard chess game with me?" Ron rushed over with a box of wizard chess.

Everyone looked at Ron at the same time and looked away at the same time, put on their shoes and walked out the door.

"Hi!"

Sorry Ron. But maybe God didn't give me that brain when he created me.

Sylvia thought gloomily. Ron basically pulls her into wizard chess every day, and so far she has never won a game. It's not a shame, after all, Percy hasn't won a few times.

I have to feel that Ron is too good at this.

Not to mention that next year he will play the best chess game.

Fred and George came to the back garden and stretched, Ginny and Sylvia followed, they put on gloves, and Ron was in his mother's He stepped out reluctantly at the urging, and he carefully placed the wizard chess on a tree root aside.

"Tie your hair up, Bunny! Time to work." Fred snapped his fingers towards Sylvia.

"Got it." Sylvia frowned and tied her hair high, while Ginny tied her hair on one side.

"Look." Fred dragged one out of the goblin cave, and that big eye-catching head was really ugly.

Fred grabbed the goblin's protruding skeleton ankle, swung his arm around and stunned it a few times, then threw it into the distance and flew several meters away.

"Looks like you're going to lose, Fred." George moved his wrist and pulled another from the hole. He did throw farther than Fred this time.

"Who do you look down on." Fred stretched out his foot to kick his brother, and threw the next goblin in a hurry.

This picture is quite funny. The two of them kept throwing goblins out of the garden like a rivalry. Ron stood timidly and didn't dare to approach, for fear that his brothers' arms would hit his forehead.

Sylvia was still hesitating about how to make a move, but the goblin in Ginny's hand struggled to pull Sylvia's braid. As if some switch had been turned on, Sylvia slammed her head back and punched the goblin, pulled it from Ginny's hand, and threw it away with all her strength.

"Cool! Bunny." Fred looked at Sylvia with joy.

"I'm glad you didn't do this to us, Searle." George made a staring gesture.

Sylvia clicked her tongue and pulled her long braid to examine it carefully. Luckily it didn't get muddy, otherwise she might find a way to figure out how to wipe out the goblins. She is clearly aware that she has a serious mental cleanliness.

Just like that, Fred and George are still fighting. Ron stood in the place they had set aside, and also adeptly helped. Sylvia and Ginny caught some slippery fish, oh, slippery goblins, and threw them out of the garden in a few rounds. But not as interested as the boys.

"Coming to the game?" Fred looked at the girls.

"It's the same, a silver siko. How about it?" George asked with a smile.

"No, I'm tired now." Sylvia said while rubbing her wrist.

"You both got your clothes dirty! Mom will scold you!" Ginny exclaimed.

"Don't be nervous, Ginny. Mommy's going to freak out if we go home clean one day?" George smiled and patted the mud on his hands.

"Isn't this just a spell thing? Bunny, she'll be cleaned a long time ago. Right?" Fred picked up a goblin and looked at Sylvia. The goblin is still struggling.

"Yeah, but we can't use spells outside school remember?" Sylvia shrugged.

"Come on, Syl. Even if there are magic fluctuations here, it's normal! Mom does housework with magic spells all day." George threw another goblin and looked at Sylvia.

On the soil.

"Together, right?" Sylvia suddenly narrowed her eyes and smiled brightly. She slammed the goblin in her hand into Fred's arms, and Fred stumbled and fell to the ground.

His siblings couldn't help but burst into laughter. Fred didn't mind, and laughed himself. He grabbed the goblin in his arms, got up, and threw it directly to the fence in the distance with all his strength.

Spotted?

Sylvia's eyes suddenly stopped on the mouse who was out for a walk. It seemed that he had a good time in the Burrow. Sylvia fiercely geared up in her heart.

An idea flashed through her mind. Without further hesitation, Sylvia grabbed Banban and threw it away. With a shrill scream, everyone's eyes focused on Sylvia.

"Did I just lose something wrong?" Sylvia began to play stupid. Fred and George were already bursting into laughter, Ron's eyes widened, and Ginny covered her mouth in horror.

"Can you guys be quiet!" Percy yelled at them, pushing open the window of his room, quill in hand.

"Percy, your mouse, it's probably not very good." Fred laughed so hard that he could hardly breathe.

"Would you like to come down and save it?" George laughed so hard that he almost turned over on his back.

"If I don't see Scabbers intact, you're done!" Percy slammed the window shut.

"Sylvia did it, what's our business?" Ron said depressedly.

"The 'we' he was referring to should be me and Fred George." Sylvia twitched the corners of her mouth, looking at Scabbers who had been thrown not too far.

At least you can see its fat body?

Will I kill you?

Sylvia is actually a little scared, after all, she has not yet cleared her uncle! Scabbers can't just hang up like that.

Ron looked at Sylvia who was indifferent in front of him, then looked at the two brothers who were gloating at the misfortune, and Ginny who looked embarrassed, sighed, and started to look for Scabbers .

"Bless Merlin! It's all right!" Ron held Scabbers in his arms and waved excitedly.

"Sylvia, I think you should apologize to Percy." Ginny looked at Sylvia and whispered.

"I see, I'll find Percy." Sylvia was reluctant, but she seemed calm on the surface.

When they've cleaned up the goblins, a group goes to the garden sink to wash their hands. Fred and George started splashing water on each other as soon as they washed their hands, and Sylvia quickly pulled Ginny away. Just as Percy came out, Ron returned Scabbers to his master.

"Sorry, Percy." Sylvia apologized to Percy anyway. You can't justify yourself until the truth is revealed.

"What did you do? How did Fred and George bring you so much trouble!" Percy looked at Sylvia dissatisfied.

"None of our business!" Fred and George responded in unison while fighting.

"This is mine, not their business." Sylvia thought for a while, and decided to probe Percy's tone, "Percy, how long have you kept your mice? "

"Nine years..." Percy replied after thinking for a while, then turned and walked into the room, "Mom asked me to make you dinner."

"Don't you think it's strange?" Sylvia asked loudly, "How can a mouse live for so many years?"

"Maybe Scabbers is a mouse with magical blood," Ron explained.

"That's too outrageous, isn't it?" Sylvia wanted to say something else, Ginny had already jumped and pulled her into the room.

Sylvia loved the atmosphere of the Burrow. That's why she originally came here to stay for one night just because it was too late after watching the game, and then she stayed for several more days at the instigation of the twins.

Fred and George were always easy to **** off their mom. Especially when Mrs. Molly had been holding back her anger because Sylvia came to the house these days, Fred and George tossed even more.

"Come on, Sylvia. Let's finish watching "Peter Pan" today." Ginny excitedly pulled Sylvia to the room. The two of them lived in the same room, and "Peter Pan" was Sylvia's birthday present for her this year.

"No! We're going to play Crackling!" Fred and George pulled Sylvia over.

"Perhaps some of you want to play wizard chess with me?" Ron raised his wizard chess expectantly, but unfortunately no one paid him any attention.

"Come on, let's play together." George greeted everyone upstairs, "Hey, Charlie, Percy, will you come too?"

It is rare for the Weasley children to participate in the game. Sylvia felt that she had the same relieved smile as Mrs. Molly.

Just as they were walking up, George yanked off Sylvia's braided rubber band. Before Sylvia could react, he had quickly fled the scene.

Childish.

Sylvia sighed softly. She remembered that when she was in elementary school, it was also a great joy for boys. Fortunately, the twins did not find another fun, Sylvia thought, the wizarding world should be a little more gentle than the Muggle world, right? Wouldn't they think pulling a girl's shoulder straps would be fun too?

If so, it's up to me to educate them.

Sylvia thought to start gearing up.

"Angry?" Fred asked softly.

"Huh? No." Sylvia looked at Fred in a daze. Damn, did this guy grow taller? Or my delusion? Thinking like this, she quickened her pace so that she could always be one step ahead of Fred.

"If you don't like this joke, I'll tell George not to do it." Fred scratched his head embarrassedly. He must be a little guilty, right?

"I'm not angry. I'm just thinking, how can you not get tired of playing? Is this so interesting? Pulling girls' hair?" Sylvia really wanted to know the answer.

"I'll tie it up for you."

Freddra caught Sylvia's arm, a step just high enough for them to look at each other.

Sylvia was a little stunned, in fact, Fred's eyes are pretty good too.

It's like hiding a star.

I haven't found it before, it's quite hidden, Fred.

"I want to say, George's trouble, I have to help him settle it. You don't remember his revenge." Fred saw that she did not speak, and spoke again.

"I know you have a good relationship, do you?" Sylvia said, sitting on the steps.

"I will." Fred came to the higher step behind Sylvia and sat down, "I helped Ginny tie her braids."

"Really?" Sylvia didn't believe it at all.

Sylvia raised the rubber band on her wrist to Fred, and he unceremoniously pulled both out. What surprised her was that Fred's movements were unusually gentle. Sylvia wanted to tell him that in fact, when she tied her hair by herself, it was very rough. But his contrast made Sylvia especially funny, so that she kept secretly covering up her smile.

Time seems to be suddenly slow. Perhaps it was because everyone's frolic had gone, making the steep stairs quiet. Or maybe it was the faint fruity scent of Sylvia's long hair, which made Fred a little selfishly wanting to enjoy the moment more. Sylvia thought, probably because she could hardly find a moment when Fred was around without making a fuss.

It is estimated that it will not be found in the future.

While Sylvia was still immersed in this rare tranquility, Fred suddenly yanked off both of the braids he had just combed.

"You're just for that! Fred!" Sylvia turned her head and glared at him.

"It's not asymmetrical at all, I'll tie it again." Fred grinned and pulled Sylvia's body back.

"You just want to play with my hair, don't you?" Sylvia waved her fists to slap him.

"Really not! Trust me! I'll tie it up for you!" Fred said, and he had regained his hair in his hands.

"You just want to play, right? Fred." Sylvia laughed, but she didn't mind, so let him continue to play with it.

"Not really!"

"You are!"

"I really am not!"

Sylvia giggled. This is her most distinctive laughter. Angelina once said that her laughter is so contagious that people can't help but laugh when they hear it.

Why did Fred laugh too?

The author has something to say:

I like this kind of inadvertent little ambiguity when I was young. No one cares and no one thinks much, but I am genuinely happy. They may not have imagined that their hearts would be too late to blush, but they secretly kept this happiness in their hearts tacitly.

Volume 1 is officially over! The second year of the story begins now! Let me hear your cheers! I'm pretty excited anyway!

I don't know what to say, so please leave a comment! ! This is really important to me!