HP Dear Miss Freak

"When you choose to trust someone."

"Why are you so distracted?" Leonie bumped Sylvia with her elbow, "Even if we are now being expended by the Ministry of Magic to do these tedious finishing work, you look lazy It's too obvious, isn't it?"

Why not?

Isn't that because there are really too many things to worry about?

The United Kingdom in September is actually very beautiful. It's just that Sylvia felt the coolness of late summer and was not in a good mood.

"Am I not working?" Sylvia retorted, raising her wand again.

"Speaking of which, I haven't congratulated your sister for being pregnant! Do you like your nephew or your niece?" Leoni asked happily.

"I like my niece, but I think it will be a nephew." Sylvia said, "It's fine, a boy and a girl. I want to do the same."

"Is it what you said?" Leoni laughed.

"It's what her dear Remus said." Sylvia rolled her eyes, "They've all agreed that if they have a boy, they'll be called Edward. I said yes, Sounds like a handsome vampire."

Leonie couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Then I was beaten by Dora." Sylvia raised her eyebrows indifferently, "I said I didn't mean that! They didn't understand what I was talking about."

"I don't understand either." Leoni laughed in spite of her image.

"Hey, Leo." Sylvia waved her wand as she repaired the house destroyed by the Death Eaters in front of her, "Grindelwald must have had a lot of massacres in your country. Bar?"

"Ah, yes." Leoni nodded, and stopped smiling because of the sudden change of words, "I heard it mentioned by the elders in my family when I was a child. These old men also Don't look at how old I was at the time, tell me that..." She reluctantly pointed at the scene in front of her with her wand, "I can only tell you, these seem to be petty jokes."

"Indeed." Sylvia shrugged, "You say they're slaughtering Muggles for fun, but if they really fight wizards, they don't necessarily have much chance of winning. Green Devore dared to travel around the world and make a splash."

"To be honest, when he establishes a power center in Austria, it will be the beginning of many people's nightmares." Leoni naturally continued, "Many people admire him, and many people fear him Hate him, until now." She shook her head. "He left a slogan of his great ideas on one wall of our school. Some people relish it, some people don't even dare to pass by. Not till now. One can erase those words."

"After all, he is the number one dark wizard in the world." Sylvia nodded understandingly.

"That's a revolution, so there's bound to be bloodshed." Leonie whispered, "I only know of them—all seem to have a lot of confidence to be in the back of the population. Well received..."

"You seem to know very well."

"You know basically nothing?"

Leonie laughed suddenly, as bright and moving as when she was talking by the Black Lake in the past.

"My family, Andres, has produced many saints." Leonie patted Sylvia on the shoulder, "My grandfather, Grindelwald, Loyal follower."

"Is that why you are alone at school?" Sylvia asked.

"What loners?" Leoni asked rhetorically.

It's a regular company, isn't it?"

"I've been the high-profile one at school, since the day I started." Leonie's wand repaired the window in front of her and pointed to the broken curtain on the other side, "but I That little bit of discomfort was quickly resolved. It didn't take long for my grades and appearance to replace my family as the talking point."

"Obvious." Sylvia agreed, and was pushed by Leoni with a smile.

"My grandfather killed a lot of people." Leonie said sternly, "I knew from a young age that my father's name would be with me for the rest of my life. I don't blame anyone, and I'm doing well now. ."

"If you think about it, do your family approve of you coming to England as an Auror?" Sylvia pointed her wand at the beam.

"What's wrong?" Leonie looked at her, "My grandparents are doing what they think is right, and I'm doing what I think is right." She snapped her fingers, "What I do, can't it be called 'for the greatest good'?"

"Of course, of course." Sylvia smiled.

"Like you said, what Dumbledore is doing, isn't it also for the greater good in his eyes? Isn't his life fulfilling it?" Leoni sighed softly With a sigh of relief, "I would say, it was more like a revolution then, and now it is more like a pure disaster."

"So you came to England to lend a hand?" Sylvia asked.

"There are no mediocre people in our Andres family." Leonie put away her wand and looked at the church that had been restored to its original state, "I think I found it, for me Meaningful thing." She paused, then added, "And after grandfather was taken away, grandmother seemed to be crazy. She kept saying that grandfather owed his life and had to pay it back. Not just her, there should be a lot of people We all hope that our family will pay the corresponding price. In short, it is the right thing to come."

Sylvia waved her wand and refreshed the church.

"I told Lee about our family when I was at Hogwarts." Leonie continued, "He said it wasn't the one you killed." She smiled, " He said a lot more."

"He's right." Sylvia turned to face her again.

"But you know some things are true, but no one ever told me or even thought about it." She shrugged as if she didn't care.

"I admire you." Sylvia took her shoulders, "You are so dashing and cheerful."

"The saints who were imprisoned in Nurmengard died one by one, but they will be remembered by countless descendants. Because they made a big splash." Leo Ni also put on her shoulders, "We will be praised by future generations in the future, right?"

"It's unlucky." Sylvia pushed her away, "What are you talking about now? When you're over a hundred years old and ready to die, then think about what you will leave behind for future generations. Such a reputation."

"Will you write me a biography then?" Leoni said with a smile.

"Write a fart." Sylvia suddenly had an epiphany, "Have you read The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore?"

Sylvia knew how absurd the idea she had brought up with Dumbledore.

Mainly to save Dumbledore, I don't want Grindelwald to be killed by Voldemort.

Right?

No matter how he should end up, I just don't think this noseless guy deserves it.

And Leoni is right in front of her, there is always a feeling that she can't miss it in vain.

"The part between him and Grindelwald, right?" Leoni nodded understandingly.

"I'll ask you, is it difficult for Grindelwald to escape from the prison he made?" Sylvia lowered her voice, "Even without a wand."

"It's not difficult." Leoni said truthfully, "I only know that when I was very young, I heard the elders in my family talk about wanting to rob the prison and make some noise... It seems that I arrived in Grindel. It's over at Worra."

"I'll say it's him—" Sylvia didn't say anything, but clapped her hands to indicate that she was in complete control.

"What do you want? Do you want to persuade him to fight the mysterious man?" Leoni blinked.

"Is it easy if I want someone from your family to give him something?" Sylvia asked directly.

"Easy." Leoni nodded, "The jailer there has always had our people."

"I may have a way to make him willing to leave Nurmengard at this advanced age to find a place to retire." Sylvia laughed.

"What can you do? Dumbledore?" Leonie guessed, "What did he leave you?"

"Perhaps, it will be a souvenir?" Sylvia smiled in a good mood.

"What are you laughing at..." Before Leoni finished speaking, a silver light appeared in front of the two girls from the stained glass window along the sunlight. A beautiful silver white fox came out of the light.

"The Death Eaters came to St. Mungo to catch Muggle wizards, ask for support, be careful in everything, don't startle the snakes."

It's Norman's voice.

"His Patronus is so beautiful?" Leonie said, unfolding her worksheet with a wave of her wand, "Let's go, we can go."

"St Mungo." Sylvia took a deep breath, "Let's go."

St Mungo's.

Sylvia thought about how oppressive the undescribed darkness left in the magical world during the time when Harry's trio went out to find Horcruxes.

St Mungo's.

They actually went to save people to do evil.

It's crazy!

Leonie and Sylvia put the Disillusionment Charm on their bodies, and passed the message to a few trusted Aurors before they stepped into St. Mungo's at the same time. At this moment, the two young Auror girls also understood why they were told not to make a fool of themselves.

St Mungo's therapist stood at the information desk on the first floor, preventing the Death Eater hunters from advancing further.

They are still negotiating and seem ready to fight back.

Sylvia soon found Norman, and she suddenly realized what an excellent young talent this imposing boy was. He stood in the crowd without flinching, with a splint with a case under his arm, as if he had come in a hurry from some ward.

"We said that, even if it is the will of the Ministry of Magic, not a single patient can be taken away from us." It was Norman who was speaking, and his tone was so strong and powerful.

"Even if the culprit is to be arrested, we'll just look at the seal of the Auror's office." That's Hibbekrate Smethic. The primary healer when Arthur was attacked by Nagini.

Sylvia slowly bypassed the crowd and came behind Norman.

"The people we are looking for are all on the wanted list." The leading search team said, "They are all fugitives."

Sylvia pressed Norman's shoulders and passed him "I'm here, Leoni is at the door where you came in".

Norman didn't move at all, but gave "good" to Sylvia.

"Take them away." Sylvia's voice quickly reappeared in Norman's mind.

"We don't have any fugitives here." Smethic said, and took a step forward.

"

Augustus Pye. It was the trainee therapist who used Muggle stitches to stitch Arthur when he was injured.

Sylvia looked at the large number of opponents and adjusted her breath.

"If you don't believe me, we will give you all the personnel list now." Norman said and patted the shoulders of the two wizards beside him, who quickly nodded and walked back. The other therapists also picked up the signal and slowly moved in.

"Want to run?"

A speedy confinement spell called, was dodged by Norman, but hit the blonde witch working at the information desk.

"Pass out!"

Sylvia hit the lead one, and a flame was raised between the healer and the search team. Two raiders also suddenly collapsed, and it didn't take long to know that this was Leoni's masterpiece.

"They used the Manifestation spell!" Norman reminded Sylvia, but looked behind and shouted, "Guard all the sick!"

The therapists dispersed without any hesitation.

The melee is about to break out.

With the tacit understanding of Sylvia and Leoni, it is really easy to bring down a guy of this level, not to mention Norman? The witch at the information desk glared, as if she did not expect this gentle and jade-like therapist to have such a ruthless side, but she quickly fainted due to excessive fear.

Seeing that they were all under control, one of the arresting team members sent a signal smoke in the direction of the door.

"Hey, Syl." Leoni responded quickly, "I met Jasmine before, and that was a signal to summon a dementor."

What?

Sylvia clicked.

"Don't let the dementors come in!" Norman was indeed a little panicked, "The patients here..."

"Don't worry." Sylvia's wand was already pointed at the dementors that had broken into St. Mungo's.

“ExpectoPatronum!”

Silver gas filled the entire inquiry office, and the little rabbit rushed forward heroically.

"Too many! Syr!" Leoni exclaimed, looking at the unsightly guys who kept pouring in.

Norman's wand also pointed at the Dementor, and the tip of the wand burst into a silver light.

"Some are in!" Sylvia shouted, throwing the dagger to Leoni with her left hand.

"There are other therapists." A cold sweat broke out on Norman's forehead. His face suddenly sank, he turned around to block behind Sylvia, put away the God Guarding Charm, and knocked one of the hunters flying.

"Thanks." Sylvia didn't look back, took a deep breath and strengthened her Patronus Charm.

Andy didn't know if he got my message.

Sylvia frowned.

If you think about it, they haven't seen each other for too long. Don't even know if he's okay.

"Hey! Searle!"

Leonie's exclamation brought Sylvia's thoughts back.

At this time, Sylvia was shocked by the violent green light that erupted behind her.

"Norman?" Sylvia turned her head slowly, "What did you do to him?"

The light of the aspen wand also seemed to flicker because of the owner's emotional fluctuations.

Norman didn't say a word, turned sideways, and let Sylvia see who he was tormenting with the curse.

It was the Death Eater who was once saved by Norman.

Sylvia's face also sank, and she couldn't say a word.

She didn't know what spell Norman was using, but she was also frightened by the man's pain and distortion.

Boom.

A spell hit Sylvia on the wrist and the wand came out of her hand.

It's over.

Sylvia turned her head again, and the Dementor, without the impassable barrier, rushed up wildly. As for the search team, a powerful crackling explosion made them temporarily unable to take advantage of the danger of others and could only protect themselves.

But the explosions seemed to go on and on.

The chandelier from the ceiling fell.

A strong light suddenly struck, causing Sylvia to close her eyes.

"Norman Calvin! Give me some control!"

A familiar voice rang out.

Sylvia squatted down subconsciously, stretched her arms to cover her head. A figure stood in front of her, shrouding her in his own shadow.

Of course she heard whose voice it was, put her hands down, and met those beautiful peach eyes.

Hoddle squatted in front of her, his wand propped up an armor spell to block the falling debris and wall dust.

The dementor backed away again, trembling, not daring to approach.

A silver snow leopard roamed around Hoddle and Sylvia as if patrolling the territory, staring at the dementors, as if ready to rush to bite at any time.

"Fuck you, Hoddle Waughlin." Norman stood beside them, pointing his wand haphazardly, one after another of odd spells flying towards the raiders.

"What are these..." It's not that Sylvia has not seen Norman's ability, but she was still shocked by those sinister spells.

"What kind of serious people do you think they are Calvin?" Hoddle stood up, stretched out his hand, pulled up Sylvia, waved his wand, and the Patronus Charm set up a powerful barrier, So that Norman and Leoni can attack with confidence.

"Your Patronus?" Sylvia retrieved her wand and recalled her silver bunny.

"Handsome or not?" Hoddle smiled smugly.

Sylvia did not answer, her eyes were attracted by the cooperation of Norman and Leoni. The two guys seemed to be energized, and the words were all black magic.

"You seem to have said something—you want to protect me? Don't you?" Hoddle asked in a long tone, "Who did I accidentally help?"

"Enough?" Sylvia had already started tying up those searchers one by one, "The moment you brought your handsome Patronus on stage was enough to slap me in the face."

"What kind of person has what kind of patron saint." He was complacent, and seemed to be reminiscing about his handsome debut just now, "Norman, he is—"

He stopped talking, not even paying attention to Sylvia's movement of taking these weak Dementors into the locker aside.

Because Norman was gouging out the bone on that one raider.

"Wow." Hoddle just sighed.

"Is he alright?" Leoni looked there also with concern.

"It's alright." Norman's chest heaved and he turned to face the three of them, "Meet old friends and reminisce."

"Wow." Hoddle paused, then repeated.

"Old friend?" Leoni nodded slightly, wondering if she was expressing understanding.

"I'm a **** idiot." Norman smiled, so good-looking.

Sylvia looked at him wordlessly, then at the lying Death Eater.

For whatever reason he went back. Even if they are persecuted again, it is enough to make people feel unsympathetic.

In this world, there are too many imperatives, but there are also more goodwill that are gradually worn away.

Sylvia didn't go to see Norman again, but just felt at ease to tie these raiders tighter.

"Why are you here?" Norman looked at Hoddle.

"Isn't it the message you sent to Sirius?" Hoddle asked back, "If it wasn't for your anger, I'd be busy with big things recently."

"Oh shit." Norman snorted, "I just sent it there subconsciously. Forget everyone..."

"It's really sad, isn't it because I immediately thought of my cousin?" Hoddle became more and more fond of saying this, and he didn't know who he learned from.

St Mungo's door opened again, and Andy and Jasmine came to everyone.

"It's late," Sylvia said. "Take them away. I'll finish with Leo."

"Where?" Norman asked.

."

"Of course not all Aurors know," Leonie added. "So, keep it a secret."

"You've been here, haven't you?" Andy asked Sylvia abruptly.

"Yeah." Sylvia felt uneasy.

Andy and Jasmine looked at each other.

"What's the matter?" Hoddle looked at Sylvia and asked.

"You know that the Ministry of Magic sent us those lists too." Jasmine pointed to the wanted notices of some searchers scattered on the ground, "We can see their status. got caught..."

Sylvia only felt that she had stopped breathing.

"Ciel..." Andy interrupted Jasmine, "Go home and take a look."

Sylvia lowered her head, swallowed her saliva, and left St Mungo.

The house is empty.

If it wasn't for Hoddle to follow, Sylvia would be untenable. She searched the whole house and couldn't find anyone.

"Impossible..." Sylvia rushed out of the house and looked at the intact protective cover.

"Go to headquarters." Hoddle pressed her shoulders and woke the girl instantly.

The two of them Apparated to the Burrow.

Fuck!

Sylvia really cursed in her heart.

"Scared me! I can't find you when I get home!" Sylvia looked at her mother and sister sitting in front of the fireplace, but she was stunned again soon. She glanced around the room, panicked again.

"Bunny, listen to me." Fred stood up beside Andromeda, as if Sylvia's appearance interrupted some conversation they had just had.

"Why are you here?" Sylvia said sharply. "You should be at the trick shop this time. What brought you back, George?"

George, who was called by name, looked even more flustered: "Well, Searle...we may close the trick shop temporarily. Because...now..." He couldn't continue.

Sylvia immediately turned her head away, as if to escape reality. But it can really stop George from continuing to talk. While admiring herself for asking, she was too timid to listen to the answer, even though what she had just blurted out seemed to be the truth.

Hoddle also seemed to realize the seriousness of the matter, took a few steps back and leaned against the wall, giving the family some time to themselves.

"I..." Fred was too heavy to speak in an instant, as if the language he had just organized was all disrupted again.

"Sill, sit down first," Remus said softly, though he too stood still beside Dora, making it easier for her wife to sit on the sofa Rely on him well. Or maybe it was the truth that made him unable to sit still.

"It's okay, Searle." Molly took a small step forward, "Sirius and Arthur have already gone out to find..."

Everyone seems to be afraid to say that name.

Sylvia looked away, daring not to look at the gray-faced mother again, nor to look at the complicated Fred. But she quickly turned back and looked at her sister as if dead: "Dora."

Dora raised her head to look at her sister, and seemed to understand that Sylvia wanted to hear the truth from her mouth. In other words, this is their family's business, and she should speak anyway, "Dad he..."

"Ted is gone." Andromeda looked at Sylvia, her eyes as calm as a lightless night, "He was afraid of affecting us... gone."

"Oh." Sylvianana nodded, her eyes did not take her mother's face away, but the moment she saw the tears, her little face wrinkled ugly up.

Fred quickly stepped forward and hugged his girl, bowed his head, and pressed their heads together.

Sylvia grabbed Fred's back jacket, buried her face in Fred's arms, and tried her best not to cry.

Just a little sobbing made her feel like a rocky collapse.

She didn't know if it was to appease herself or to appease everyone.

She didn't know if she was telling herself not to fall or if she was afraid of adding unnecessary worry to her family.

No one is trying to persuade her to be strong, but she has to prepare the courage to face these.

What I was worried about happened.

The author has something to say:

Hoddle Highlights!

I must give him this moment!

Give Xiao Huo a chance to play handsomely. Although he is not an output talent, he will bravely stand in front of his friends.

Norman here, ironic? That's what I had in mind when I asked him to save a Death Eater. This is the game of the heart, right? No one knows what you will get in return for your kindness. Norman's mother may be the same, but the Death Eaters, of course, I still think that most of them are keen to kill and create fear.

Ted is gone.

Here in Searle, it is a flashpoint of the plot, from now on, it will really get heavy. Thank you to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2022-05-0323:34:55~2022-05-0623:34:55~

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