HP Dear Miss Freak

This ordinary story begins with an ordinary day in Sylvia and Fred's first-year summer vacation.

"Let's play something." Ron silently put away his uninterested wizard chess and went into the living room dejectedly, "This is too boring! Searle! You quickly think of something. ."

"Shh!" Sylvia squinted at the cards in her hand and raised her eyes to look at Fred on her left. She quickly hits two queens and cheers as he hits two jacks. "Nice! It's a victory for the landlord!" Sylvia looked at Fred and George smacking their lips with great satisfaction.

"Please, Syl, let's play something." Ron shook Sylvia's arm, "You've all been playing Landlord for a long time!"

"You guys don't understand how good the landlord is." Sylvia shook her head.

"Hey! Let's play hide and seek!" Fred suddenly suggested. He and George are not ordinary at this.

"It happens that Percy and Charlie are there." George pointed to Percy and Charlie on the sofa behind him.

"I didn't say I wanted to play." Percy raised his head arrogantly and pushed up his glasses.

"What? You said you wanted to play? Great!" George shouted, covering his ears, ignoring Percy's protest.

"That's great! More people are more interesting!" Ginny also came over, "It's been a long time since everyone played hide and seek together."

"Play hide and seek." Sylvia hugged Ginny beside her, "You are all so familiar with your family, isn't it unfair to me?"

"That's great! You'll find it in the first round, Bunny. By the way, get familiar with it." Fred patted Sylvia's shoulder with a smile.

"You are really my good brother, Fred." Sylvia gave him a "friendly" smile.

"Then I'll find it." Charlie showed his signature simple and honest smile, "Fred, don't always bully girls."

"Bullying girls?" Fred snorted immediately, "Don't blame me for not reminding you. No matter what we play, as long as Bunny finds out the routine, we will all be pushed to the ground by her. hammer."

"That's the best thing I can say, Fred." Sylvia giggled.

"Then I'll find it." George said and stood up, "Charlie will probably not be able to find everyone until midnight."

"Hey!" Although Charlie was not happy, he took a step forward when George was lying on the wall and started the countdown, "It's just that I can't find the two of you."

"If Fred and George weren't the one looking for someone, they would never be found." Ginny said and ran upstairs with a thud.

"Only the two of us can find each other." Fred raised an eyebrow at Sylvia proudly as he went upstairs.

"Is there such an evil? The house is so big and you can bury yourself in the wall?" forced to go up.

"Buried in the wall? It's a really new idea." Fred laughed, "Come with me, little Ronnie usually doesn't have the chance to hide with us, you really got a bargain It's gone." He immediately turned his head and glared at Ron again: "Don't follow us! Ron!"

"You better find some good place." Sylvia took his arm and followed.

"Here—" Fred opened Bill's room and slowly closed it after Sylvia came in, "Bill has a little secret room of his own, in this closet." He opened the closet to touch When he reached the small secret door inside, he gently pushed Sylvia to follow him in.

"I really want to meet Bill, he is indeed the coolest man in your Weasleys." Sylvia tutted and followed Fred inside.

"What's your misunderstanding about the coolest man in the Weasleys?" Fred snorted, "It's me anyway?"

Sylvia just got in, when the secret door suddenly slammed shut, she reached out and felt that the small handle just now was gone. "Coolest man in the Weasleys, do you have any explanation for this situation?"

"It seems that Bill has taken some protective measures." Fred was at a loss for words, "How can he protect his family! It's too outrageous!"

"It turns out that you and George really need to be guarded." Sylvia said, and was suddenly startled by a strange cry. The small window at the other end of the room was dimly lit, enough for her to see that it wasn't just her and Fred.

"WTF!" Fred glanced at the other side of the small room and quickly pulled Sylvia into the corner behind him. A large group of ghouls appeared in front of them, with ugly eyes staring straight at them both.

This is the real spiritual pollution! Sylvia felt that she would never want to see this species again in her life. So she slowly turned her head around.

"It seems that Bill did guess that George and I would come over." Fred snorted fiercely as he watched the ghouls gradually approaching. He knew about their ghouls. When it comes to teasing people, they are estimated to have become more arrogant than ordinary species under the influence of the twins.

"Get the **** out of there!" Fred glanced at Sylvia behind him and glared angrily at the ghoul in front of him. Some of them screamed to frighten the two children, some bared their teeth and spat.

"Hey!" Sylvia looked back at the ghouls with their teeth and claws. She didn't want to be touched by these things at all. Psychological cleanliness becomes quite strong at this time.

"Fuck!" Fred didn't like it at all. This feeling of pretending to roll over is a shame for him.

In front of Sylvia.

Fred took out a few dung **** from his pocket, took off his coat and put it on Sylvia, and slammed it hard in front of him. The ghouls scattered when the dung eggs exploded, and he quickly turned around to prop up the wall and wrapped Sylvia in his arms.

The coat has the same warm smell as Fred.

Sylvia slowly pulled the coat from herself to reveal her head. She saw Fred's jaw, then the freckles on his cheeks, and looked up to meet his eyes. Instead, Fred kept his eyes down, and hurriedly moved away when he met Sylvia's gaze.

"Fuck away if you don't want to suffer!" Fred looked back at the ghouls. He needs to divert his attention to get rid of the horrific thought that "Bunny is so cute with his head sticking out" in his head as quickly as possible.

It looks like a bunny.

Sylvia looked down to find a little bit of **** on her coat, and when Fred turned around, you could see his horrible t-shirt. It seems that the twins' modified dung eggs are really not to be underestimated.

"You're going to die together." Sylvia smacked her lips and shook her head, "Look how dirty you are!"

Fred took a step back immediately. Before Sylvia could say "I didn't mean that", she said, "You didn't get it on your body, did you?"

"No, you, me, you, I don't think you are dirty! Come here!" Sylvia felt a little funny and sat down beside her.

"Is there anyone who loves cleanliness more than you?" Fred looked worried, "Every time he comes to our room, he has to tidy up for us! The shoes are all shiny. There should be no dust in it! Take a half-hour bath after clearing the goblin!"

"Girls take half an hour to bathe!" Sylvia rolled her eyes.

"Girl..." Sylvia gave Fred a slap in the face.

I'm still in the mood to hit me, but I don't seem angry. Fred thought, clutching his arms. He always felt that if Sylvia got dung on her body, the world would be destroyed.

"I didn't expect you to notice it." Sylvia muttered in a low voice so that Fred couldn't hear the words clearly. Before he could ask, the secret door slammed open.

"I knew you were here!" George stuck his head in, "You had a fight with ghouls here? Why didn't you call me?"

"I'll have a fight with Bill when he comes back." Fred rolled his eyes, got up and pushed George away, "Guess who will win?"

"At least this time it's obvious that Bill is better." Sylvia also got out and shrugged helplessly.

"Do you remember that you were also one of the losers?" Fred frowned angrily at Sylvia.

"When the time comes, Fred and I will hold Bill down, you go and beat him!" George smiled and patted Sylvia and jumped out. It was clear that he had escaped the catastrophe and was in a very beautiful mood.

"Damn Bill, he deliberately let me and George see just for that one." Fred was still annoyed. How could he be deflated? It can only be him to let others eat deflated.

"I thought you would think Bill's trick was pretty cool." Sylvia laughed, "Have you always been passionate about tricks?"

"Who helped you stop those ghouls from drooling and dung? And who are you talking to now?" Fred looked at Sylvia in disbelief. Although he didn't know that the girl just had a pure preference for characters she hadn't seen yet.

"Maybe it's this coat." Sylvia raised her eyebrows and shook the coat in her hand.

"Little unconscionable." Fred rolled his eyes again and walked out.

"So! I'll wash your coat for you! Do you feel conscience?" Sylvia smiled and followed.

"What's the Muggle thing in your house? Washing machine?" Fred asked casually.

"I can wash you now." Sylvia raised her eyebrows proudly, "With my hardworking hands."

"I want you to go back and wash me." Fred raised his head unceremoniously, "Use the laundry detergent you usually use."

"Huh! You're so picky!" Sylvia rolled her eyes and jumped down.

"Because it smells good." Fred said, Sylvia looked back at him, "I like the smell."

"Ah, this is still with me."

A long time later, Sylvia took out that familiar coat from the closet when she was cleaning her room.

Ah, I guess Dora threw it in my closet when she was collecting clothes! Fred didn't even come to ask for a coat!

"This was at that time." Fred leaned his head over and showed a sudden realization, "You actually hid my coat secretly! Look, I found it! So early Hiding my coat before! Little Bunny!"

"Give it back! Give it! You!" Sylvia raised the coat and put it directly on his face, "What do you think I am? Perverted?"

"I don't want it." Fred grabbed the jacket and threw it on Sylvia's face, "I can't wear the clothes from so long ago. Goodbye, you wear it now are big."

"Who wants to wear your clothes! Go as far as you want!" Sylvia threw the poor coat on him again.

"Speak as if you didn't wear my clothes."

"So what? I would but I don't now."

"Then lose it."

"Don't lose it!"

Sylvia snatched the coat back again.

"This is called memory, do you understand?" She looked at Fred's silly expression and wanted to punch him.

"Are we still short of souvenirs?" Fred said nonchalantly.

"Then you really don't understand, you were attractive that day." Sylvia threw the coat to him again.

"Really?" Fred couldn't help laughing when he noticed the smell of Sylvia's clothes all over his coat, "What did I do that day?"

"You're really not as good as you used to be in terms of charm." Sylvia pretended to sigh with regret, "But you're really consistent in the aspect of lack of heart."

"What did you say?" Fred smiled and pulled up the coat to wrap Sylvia in his arms, "I'm not as attractive now as I used to be? Would you dare not Dare to look me in the eyes and say it again?"

"You're not as charming as ever! Fred Weasley!"

The author has something to say:

Merry Christmas, fellow wizards! !

Have you had a satisfying meal in the auditorium? Or go to the kitchen again to find a house-elf for a late night snack? Have you ever gone for a walk by the Black Lake? Or ready to sleep comfortably in your dorm until you wake up naturally?

I recently saw a blessing for everyone here: MayallthesweetmagicofChristmasconspiretogladdenyourheartandfilleverydesire.

A small cookie made by paddling in class is a Christmas gift for everyone! I hope you will like it!

My favorite Christmas song here: WhenChristmasComesToTown