HP Dear Miss Freak

"Are you looking for death? Asshole."

The Christmas holiday season was followed by a series of rainy days, and training in this weather was a new nightmare for Sylvia. The most terrifying thing is that now her captain is no longer the honest, honest and talkative Charlie, but the ruthless Quidditch maniac Oliver Wood.

Of course, Sylvia's daily life is not without her most primitive nightmare - potions class. Since the retrial of the Sirius case, Snape has always found various excuses to punish Sylvia. Now, for example, she needs to move all the papers in Snape's office from grades 1 to 7 into the staff lounge, and no levitating spells are allowed.

"I think he's just idle and has nothing to do! Where can't he change his thesis? Why go to the staff lounge?" Sylvia couldn't help complaining as she walked. Since she wiped the frame of the whole school, she has become familiar with the portraits, and she can chat wherever she goes. "I dare say he will let me move all the papers back to his office from there in the next class." Sylvia couldn't help sighing.

She has been thinking recently if she did something wrong in her previous life to get to this point?

"Oh!" Sylvia staggered and almost fell, but someone reached out to stabilize the stack of papers.

"Cedric!" Sylvia was delighted to see him. In this case, wouldn't it be Hufflepuff's little angels who would laugh at her by helping her?

"Are you okay? It looks heavy." Cedric reached out to share some, but Sylvia took a step back immediately.

"I understand the good intentions, but I guess it's even worse for Snape to see that you helped me." Sylvia showed a big smile.

"Aren't you never afraid of him?" Rebecca walked out of the classroom on one side and took half of the papers into her hands without any explanation, "Fighting against him in class all day long, Are you afraid of stealing a little laziness at this time?"

"You don't understand." Sylvia leaned over to the two little badgers and whispered, "Professor McGonagall must be soft-hearted, she has seen me diligently move several times. ."

"It's you." Cedric covered his mouth and laughed.

"Then I'll help you get to the door, you can go in by yourself." Rebecca took the lead and walked to the end of the corridor, "Sed, help me bring the transfiguration class notes to Qiu."

Oh? Sylvia immediately laughed meaningfully.

"Very good." Sylvia smiled and bumped Rebecca's shoulder.

"You know" look.

"I haven't seen Qiu for a long time." Sylvia couldn't help showing her aunt's smile, "By the way, how is your potion?"

"Speaking of this, you and that Ravenclaw boy didn't get into trouble because of this, did you?" Is Rebecca really an angel?

"What's so unpleasant about this?" Sylvia didn't understand very well, "He's not a child anymore, so he won't be happy if he doesn't want to hear it?"

"That's right, Miss Tonks." Hoddle didn't know when to appear behind Sylvia, and suddenly said a sentence.

"Are you trying to scare my cute little angel to death?" Sylvia and Rebecca beside her were terrified at the same time. Sure enough, I am not the only one who will be frightened, so I am relieved.

"I want to ask you, do you know anything about that potion?" Rebecca turned around and asked eagerly.

"What is my obligation to tell you?" Hoddle showed no mercy.

"That's what he is, don't pay attention to him." Sylvia looked at the disappointed Rebecca and then looked at Hoddle, "You won't tell me you really have a grudge Is it a one time thing?"

"I'm not a child, how could I be unhappy because I heard an unpleasant word?" Hoddle snorted coldly, "I will choose to leave the guy who said stupid things directly. Generally, it doesn't take long for them to realize their mistake. And...I'm too lazy to explain it to a fool."

"You've been really angry recently, Mr. Waughlin." Sylvia showed a regretful expression, leaned over and whispered, "Would I give you some Marlboro? That is Wouldn't it be better to smoke?"

"It seems that you haven't realized that, you are indeed more stupid than ordinary idiots." Hoddle also showed a regretful expression.

"I'm different from you, I will use this to solve this situation." Sylvia shook her fist with difficulty, and quickly reconnected the paper, "I'll make them regret it on the spot." Hoddle smiled lightly, and clenched his fist and looked at it as if he was watching a joke.

"It looks like you don't know yet? It looks like your little angel hasn't been completely honest with you." Hoddle knew that it would be Rebecca who would pick up the sentence, and turned to look at That Hufflepuff girl.

"There will be other ways." Rebecca stared at Hoddle with a rare seriousness in her tone, "And I will tell Searle. He shook his hands, indicating that he didn't care at all.

"It's too long for you to go by the way?" Sylvia looked at Hoddle.

"I'm here to tell you that Professor Binns is looking for you, right now." Hoddle finally dropped a sentence and walked away with his long legs.

"It took me so long to see me soon!" Sylvia stomped her feet in anger.

"There are always a few arrogant guys in Ravenclaw." Rebecca put the paper back in Sylvia's hands, and they had come to the door of the teachers' lounge, "How do you know each other? of?"

Isn't it easy to be busy? Well, or is it just revenge for me doing it against him?"

"Searle, he's scary smart." Rebecca said in a low voice, "It's like he's in control of everything."

Sylvia didn't say anything, as if that was the case. This is also one of the reasons why Sylvia doesn't like to look at him, always feeling that he will see through it completely.

"You said that if the weather is still like this on the day of the game, should we change our tactics?" Oliver pulled Sylvia to open the parchment he had drawn the tactical layout, "How do you change it? Hair? And wearing such a stupid bow."

"You think this is stupid, don't you? Only Fred and George don't think so." Sylvia rolled her eyes. She charmed the death Barbie pink bow into burgundy and has been tying it to her high ponytail ever since.

"You should have tied your hair high, it's so convenient when you play." Oliver commented pertinently.

"This is not important, the important thing is that you have to suddenly change tactics a few days before the game." Sylvia looked at the parchment and sighed helplessly. Thinking that there are still two years left for such a day, Sylvia feels miserable.

"You know it's necessary!" Oliver snapped, looking up at the team members who were still training in the sky, "What if Hufflepuff had a spy to peek at our training? In case there are spies in our academy..."

"You are getting more and more exaggerated!" Sylvia snatched the parchment over to examine it carefully, "Your pre-match anxiety is really getting worse. Oliver, you should believe Guys, I dare say that the current team is definitely the best in Gryffindor."

"Of course I think so too. Look at our...Fred! George!" Oliver roared suddenly looking at the air, Sylvia felt like she almost lost her ear.

Sylvia looked up. Fred and George are constantly dive-bombing each other and pretending to fall off their broomsticks and seem to be having a great time.

The same sentence, a man is a teenager until he dies. Sylvia couldn't help laughing at the two of them.

"You two! Stop me right now!" Oliver looked so pissed, he got on his broom and flew to them. Sylvia pondered for a while, and took the parchment and flew to them on the broom. With Oliver scolding, she drew a few other suitable new lines on the parchment with a quill.

"You two don't mess around anymore!" Oliver yelled at the twins, "Do you want us to lose the game? Snape is the referee this time, and he will definitely do everything possible to give Glenn Team Fendo gets a point deduction!"

Hearing this, George really fell off the broom. Sylvia stretched out his hand and pulled him in preparation, making him rotate 360 ​​degrees at the moment of falling and then return to the broom.

"Who are you talking about? Snape is the referee?" George still couldn't believe it, "When did he referee a Quidditch match! If we could beat the Slytherin team? , he will certainly not rule fairly."

"So I have to keep him from grabbing the handle." Sylvia said briskly, and handed the parchment to Oliver, who immediately brightened his eyes and drew on it twice.

"Then don't let Bunny play." Fred laughed, "Then we're really dead." Sylvia gave him a thumbs up and said very much Agree. The other team members also gathered and complained about the school's arrangement.

"It's not my fault," Wood said. "Like Sill said, as long as we play by the rules, Snape will have no excuse to mess with us." Sylvie Asia again gave a thumbs up to agree.

The weather turned out to be much better than the previous days. Sylvia knew the game would end with a great performance from Harry. He'd do a pretty nice dive, set a record, and cheer. So this time Sylvia didn't go to the bench at all and sat obediently. After listening to Oliver's morale-boosting words, she went around the auditorium.

It's time for me to persuade me again, this Draco is really hard to be reassured. Sylvia almost felt like she was Draco's second mother. Harry, slow down, I haven't gotten there yet.

"Longbottom, if your head is gold, you're poorer than Weasley, that's telling." The glowing little head said triumphantly.

"I warn you, Malfoy, don't you dare say one more word-" Ron's eyes never left the field.

"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed suddenly, "Harry!"

"What's the matter? Where?" Following Ron's question, Sylvia stopped and looked back at the court. Harry slammed into the ground like a bullet.

"Potter obviously saw money on the ground!" Draco said, and Ron moved quickly and jumped on top of him, knocking him to the ground. Neville hesitated, then rolled over from the seat back to help.

Sylvia waved her wand and cast an armor and body protection spell, separating all the boys. And Hermione was still staring at Harry, completely oblivious to the boys' drama.

"Dare to fight openly?" Sylvia pulled Ron and Neville up behind her.

"It's none of your business, you little bastard!" Draco covered his nose where he was punched so hard, and Ron, who was almost rushed up the next second, hit him again fist. But Sylvia grabbed the little lion.

"Who do you think I'm helping?" Sylvia looked at Neville and Ron who were wounded on the face, "Do you think I think Ron can't beat you?"

"Who wants your help? Nosy!" Draco was still covering his nose, he obviously knew how embarrassed he was but he was still stubborn.

"You two should go to the medical wing, I can't cure this." Sylvia ignored Draco's shouting and turned to look at the two behind her, still not convinced. stared at Draco's boy.

"Are you listening to me..." Draco shouted in exasperation, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the cheers from the audience. Harry held up his arms, the Snitch gleaming in his hands.

"Nice job!" Sylvia yelled at Harry. The young Seeker waved excitedly here.

"I said you—" Draco tugged at Sylvia's neckline. She shifted her center of gravity on the highest stand and fell out of the stand. Draco was clearly panicking, but he had already lost to gravity. Sylvia shoved Draco at the moment of falling, making him sit firmly on the stand.

It's over.

Sylvia had the idea of ​​death again, but the next second she fell into an embrace again.

hand.

The sky seemed to clear up suddenly, and the sun shone on Fred's profile face and outlined his beautiful outline. After the boy has grown, his facial features have become much tougher, especially his tall and straight nose bridge, as well as a gradually clear jawline. But at this moment, Sylvia couldn't take her eyes off the red hair that looked radiant in the soft sunlight.

Sylvia suddenly understood. The warm smell that Fred had always had, the smell of the sun, perhaps with some Quidditch dirt and the grass by the Black Lake, and the fire in the Gryffindor lounge. smell. Surrounded by such a comfortable smell, she suddenly felt at a loss.

She loves the taste.

"Are you looking for death? Asshole!"

Fred sat Sylvia on the broom and wrapped her in his arms with one hand. He raised his head and stared furiously at Draco, who had been stunned in the stands, and the bat in his hand slammed on his shoulder again and again, as if he was going to rush up to the heads of those little snakes. All dried up. But Sylvia didn't care about their lives at this time, she could only hear Fred's heartbeat.

Oh, it's not my heartbeat, is it?

Sylvia patted her chest lightly. It must be because I was so frightened just now, right? Is my reflex arc too long? And this heartbeat is too fast, right? Why hasn't it stopped yet?

"Scared me! Are you alright? Dude." George also flew over on a broom, so fast that the Slytherins in the stands fell again.

"It's so timely, Fred." Sylvia patted Fred on the chest to thank him.

"You're an idiot!" Fred yelled at Sylvia on a rare occasion, "Don't you know you're so small that you can fall off with just a push? Damn it! Didn't you get enough of the last lesson?" He was really angry, and he didn't find a suitable place to vent.

"Isn't this with you?" Sylvia blurted out subconsciously, and patted Fred's shoulder by the way, "It's very reliable, buddy."

"That Malfoy better hide and don't get caught by me." Fred controlled the broom and flew out of the field.

"You can take the initiative, Fred." George laughed and followed.

"Don't go! It's not worth it to be locked up for beating him." Sylvia hurriedly interrupted their dangerous thoughts.

"Are you still protecting him?" Fred rolled his eyes and looked at George, "George, we haven't decided the winner yet."

"What are you doing?" Sylvia suddenly felt that something was wrong, and George had already swooped towards Fred.

Fred circled Sylvia in front of him, clenched his broom and turned to avoid George's attack.

"Hey hey hey! I warn you!" Sylvia couldn't find a suitable posture for a while, so she could only hold on to the clothes on Fred's chest.

"Sit down, Bunny." Fred rubbed her head and dived towards George.

"No! You guys! Shouldn't the irrelevant people be released first?" Sylvia's mind buzzed with a sudden dive.

"How can you be irrelevant?" George hummed this sentence as if singing.

"Of course you are your own." Fred said another dive and rolled twice by the way.

"No! Fred! Then at least let me sit! I feel like I'm about to fall!" Sylvia pulled Fred tightly, from just now to now She had been sitting sideways in Fred's arms.

"What are you afraid of? Didn't you say you don't have to worry about me?" Fred said briskly and dodged George's attack.

Mainly because he didn't want to let her go. This faint fruity scent made all his anger dissipate inexplicably, especially when Sylvia's long hair was flying, the sweet scent made Fred realize that he was indeed holding a girl.

And he was taking advantage.

The author has something to say:

If the previous one was not sweet enough, is this sweet enough (probe)

The moment he won, Fred's first reaction was to look for Sear in the auditorium, and he found her right away.

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