HP Dear Miss Freak

"Be sure to meet the Savior before school starts! This is Sylvia's strange obsession."

The rest of the semester, Sylvia and Fred George tacitly became obedient. Not to mention going to the Forbidden Forest, even the night tour was tacitly cancelled.

Fred and George both felt that Sylvia was a little down. Until she clapped the table emotionally and asked them to go to the zoo on the second day of the holiday, and she was quite domineering, saying that if they missed it, don't even think about it. It was clearly a birthday present for the two of them, but the two brothers tacitly did not dare to speak in front of Sylvia.

On the second day of summer vacation, Sylvia arrived at the Burrow's fireplace on time, and she was now able to traverse the Floo network spotlessly. In front of her was Mrs Molly who was cleaning the living room.

"Good morning, Mrs. Weasley." Sylvia smiled sweetly.

"Good morning, Sylvia." Mrs. Molly has always liked Sylvia very much, especially Percy said that this girl two years younger actually helped him in his studies "I heard Fred and George say you're going out to play together today."

"Where are the two of them? We agreed to meet at eight o'clock." Sylvia put her hands in her pockets, but couldn't find the two boys who were supposed to jump up to welcome her.

"Can they both get up at eight?" Mrs. Molly sneered, sounding like a big joke.

"Can I go and call them?" Sylvia asked. After getting permission from Mrs Molly, she took two steps at a time and rushed into the twins' room.

They both seem to be sleeping well. The two quilts fell symmetrically to the ground, and the two boys were lying on their backs with slight snoring on their own beds—perhaps not necessarily the other's?

Sylvia suddenly became angry, she hated being put pigeons the most. She was afraid that the two guys would not find their way, so she came to the Burrow to pick them up.

But Sylvia didn't say anything, she took a bluff bomb from her pocket and slammed it on the ground. After a loud bang, Fred and George woke up suddenly, bounced off the bed, and lay back in peace after seeing that it was Sylvia.

"You agreed to go out at eight, do you want me to beat people?" Sylvia pressed her knuckles with a click.

"You kill me, Bunny. No one gets up so early on vacation..." Fred said in a daze, even shaking his head.

"I'm so sleepy...Sill, we worked on a new trick yesterday...it's late...let's get some more sleep..." George sounded sleepier than Fred, he was a little bit more Incoherent.

"You two get me up!" But Sylvia's strength couldn't pull Fred and George at all, and the most annoying thing was that those two guys actually laughed.

"Sleep a little longer... Anyway, the zoo... won't run... right?" Fred muttered, burying his face in the pillow.

"Please, Syl. One more hour of sleep..." George gestured with a finger and quickly fell back on the bed.

Someone dared to speak for an hour! Five minutes is too much!

Sylvia grabbed the quilt on the ground and smashed it on them, and threw a vicious sentence: "I'll go by myself! Goodbye!" The moment she slammed the door, she heard the room There was movement, two stumbled "Wait," and a loud bang.

"This is our gift, you can't do this." Fred slammed the door open, and the sound just now could be explained by seeing a blue spot on his forehead.

"You are too domineering!" George stuck his head out from behind, "How can you threaten us?"

"I said it's out of date, I can go by myself." Sylvia glanced at her watch, raised her head and saw that she was leaning on the threshold and closing her eyes in the next second. Fred, who was asleep, just wanted to kick him hard.

"Hey! Sylvia! Are you here?" Ron appeared on the stairs holding a game of wizard chess. "Maybe you guys want a wizard chess game?"

Sylvia looked at Ron blankly, which made him immediately realize that it was time to stop talking. Even though Fred and George were drowsy, they all had the expressions that he would never let him go if he dared to get in the way at this time.

"You guys talk." Ron ran away without more than ten seconds in this atmosphere.

"We can also go later, the big deal is to play a little longer and come back at night." George felt that he had come up with a pretty good idea.

"And we haven't had breakfast yet, you can't ask our dear mother to make breakfast for us so early." Fred looked like he tried to open his eyes, but he still failed .

"30 minutes! Let me see you two downstairs." As soon as Sylvia finished speaking, the two boys quickly closed the door and shouted: "1 hour!"

If you can't trouble your dear mother, then trouble me, my dear, okay?

Mrs. Molly was especially happy when Sylvia asked Mrs. Molly to help make breakfast. Sylvia found that she suddenly felt sorry for Mrs. Molly, how much did she worry about these two stinky boys? If I were a mother of twins, I'd probably be **** off and alive again today. She thought angrily, gradually increasing the strength of her hands to knead the dough.

"Did you learn how to make bread from your mother?" Aunt Molly was a little surprised when she saw the beautiful croissants squeezed out of her hands.

"Well, I will learn some from my mother, and I will also read books or magazines by myself, and occasionally watch cooking shows on TV." Sylvia nodded and said.

"Then you must always help your mother, right?" Mrs. Molly nodded approvingly, the young girl was very skilled in kneading dough and knives.

"After all, I can't count on my sister, she..." Sylvia couldn't help but shook her head with a smile, "Anyway, I often help my mother at home."

"Oh! What a good boy! I really hope you are my daughter." Mrs. Molly could not wait to hug Sylvia and give her a big kiss, "Children nowadays don't want to do anything because of trouble. Woolen cloth."

"I'm lazy too." Sylvia scratched the bridge of her nose embarrassedly, "But I think cooking for my family and friends is a very happy thing ."

Mrs. Molly really hugged Sylvia. She did not expect to find resonance in a child.

"Would you like to stay with us for a while? You are welcome here any time." Mrs. Molly said kindly.

"Oh! Of course! I love the Burrow!" Sylvia nodded, looking at the fluffy and round croissants in the oven, made from this old-fashioned oven The bread should have another flavor.

"You did this?" A voice came from behind Sylvia, and she didn't have to look back to know it was George. The voices and intonations of the two of them couldn't have been more clear to Sylvia.

"Didn't you do it? George?" Sylvia said, putting on gloves and bringing out the croissants. These little croissants were so plump they were golden snitches.

"You two really make girls wait so long! And make you breakfast!" Mrs. Molly picked up the broom angrily and hit George's ass, "Where's Fred? "

Mrs. Molly kindly used a spell to turn the croissant in George's mouth into mouth temperature.

"It's delicious!" George smiled contentedly after swallowing the whole croissant, and got burned again when he quickly picked up the next one.

"Why are you two always so stupid?" Sylvia couldn't help but frown with a smile. Mrs Molly laughed too, casting a cooling spell on the croissants.

"Who are you calling stupid?" Fred came over and scratched his messy hair.

"I'm done if you don't come, buddy." George had already stuffed his fifth croissant, and had a sip of milk by the way.

"Who did this? You didn't do it, did you? Bunny?" Fred picked up one and put it in his mouth and nodded in satisfaction.

"Did you do it? Fred?" Sylvia smiled and took a bite. Well, it's a bit too much, and the next time you bake it should be shorter.

"What did you do? I rely on me? Mom! She lied to me!"

"You little conscience!" Madam Molly picked up the broom angrily and hit Fred hard. But Fred's attention was immediately drawn to the disappearing croissants, and George was about to eat them all.

"George! You little heartless! Save me a little!" Fred exclaimed, covering the remaining croissants.

"Don't you still have milk to drink? And whole wheat bread at home." George swallowed the croissant in his hand with an exaggerated gesture.

"I haven't eaten much yet!" Fred suddenly turned his eyes to Sylvia, and took a bite on the croissant in her hand, "I did, do you still want it? ?"

Sylvia couldn't help laughing, she thought it was very funny and shoved the croissant directly into Fred's mouth. And Fred suddenly leaned closer, scratched the bridge of her nose, and showed his fingers in front of her: "You're floured."

"Oh, thank you." Sylvia touched the bridge of her nose subconsciously.

"No thanks! Make me some more! I still want to eat!" Fred said with a laugh, and was beaten again by his mother with a broom.

Sylvia did not expect such a commotion, it was almost noon when they arrived at the zoo. She knew she had missed it when she heard passers-by talking about an accident at the crawl house and saw a bunch of staff maintaining order outside the park.

Fred and George also went to buy ice cream in high spirits, and when they came back, they happened to see Sylvia rubbing his head angrily.

"You don't want to see snakes, do you?" Fred licked the ice cream and looked in the direction of the crowd.

"You didn't mean to take us to see the snake, did you?" George tilted his head and looked at Sylvia.

"I...you think it's okay to go to the zoo in this situation?" Sylvia patted her forehead and walked down the street depressed.

"Then how do you pay us?" Fred said nonchalantly.

"Where's our gift? Searle." George echoed.

"I'll take you to the video game city, okay?" She couldn't be more depressed, but these two guys were still cheering. Even though the two of them didn't even know what a video game was.

No one can stop me from meeting little Harry.

This has become Sylvia's obsession for almost the whole summer. After Dora graduated, she successfully entered the Auror Office for a three-year training. Under the instigation of Sylvia, Dora chose a small battery car as a graduation gift. Preparing the Auror was too busy, so this small battery was taken by Sylvia as her own.

In the few days she stubbornly rode the small battery in and out of Privet Drive, Merlin finally got her wish. It was still a bright afternoon, and Sylvia had just stopped to buy an ice cream on the side of the road. She vaguely heard a sound not far away, and finally there was movement at No. 4 Privet Road, and she immediately turned the car and swayed over.

A big boy slammed into a thin boy, the thin boy stumbled to the ground, the garbage in his hand was scattered on the ground, and the big boy followed a group of his friends Laughing and running away.

"Are you all right?" Sylvia parked the small battery on the side of the road, squatted down and extended her hand to the boy after getting out of the car. The moment the boy raised his head, Sylvia immediately met his green eyes behind his lenses, and the looming lightning scars under his messy hair.

"I'm fine, thank you." He said timidly, took Sylvia's hand and stood up, showing an embarrassed smile.

"Is there a broom? I'll help you clean it up." Sylvia looked at the horrible grass and almost pulled out her wand to clean it up.

"No, no, no, I don't bother you...I can clean it up myself." The boy waved his hand in a panic. Sylvia had already picked up the broom and bucket leaning against the fence and cleaned it up.

"Did that big man bully you like this all the time?" Sylvia asked casually.

"Hmm." The boy was helping out with the garbage bag.

"If someone bullies you, you should beat it back! Tell them you're not to be messed with." Sylvia didn't know if she would be too extreme, but she saw Boys get angry with oversized, ill-fitting clothing.

"He's too strong... I'll be beaten down by him..." The boy muttered and fell silent. He helped repack the garbage bags and gave Sylvia a smile.

"As long as you are willing to change, who can say what will happen in the future? Maybe it will be your turn to beat him down one day." Sylvia said briskly, clapping her hands on the dust. The boy's stomach suddenly made an embarrassing sound, and he immediately showed an embarrassed expression. It looks like the family is starving for their children.

"I made it myself, eat it?" Sylvia took out a bag of croissants from her satchel. It seems that the gift she specially prepared was sent out logically.

"You made it yourself? Can you?" The boy took the kraft paper bag in surprise. He held him carefully in his arms, and Sylvia looked very distressed.

"Of course." Sylvia stepped on the small battery again, "Let's go, see you later."

"Eh! What's your name? Do you also live near here?" The boy looked at Sylvia's leaving back, and asked loudly as if he had gathered up his courage.

"Sylvia." Sylvia waved her hand without looking back, "Sylvia Tonks."

Hey, I must look dashing!

Thinking like this, she accelerated and rushed forward.

The author has something to say:

Come here! Here comes little Harry! ! Just love him and pet him!

Will Harry come to Draco? ? I don't know if you guys noticed that I put Draco in the main supporting role as well. We will definitely not be less in the role of dragging brother hahahaha! !

The kids are going to school soon! I'm so happy everyone! !

Of course, from the third grade onwards, the emotional line will become clearer! ! Thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2021-01-09 20:08:24~2021-01-15 23:25:09~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: Lou Xi 20 bottles;

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