HP Dear Miss Freak

"This punch, Sylvia seems to have hit her in the face."

Hogwarts in the morning always looks fresh. The warm sunlight shone through the mist, through the whispering breeze, on the Gryffindor tower, on the dewy grass, on the face of Sylvia, who was not sober.

Oliver can ruin Sylvia's good mood all day with just one workout. For Sylvia, Saturday morning should have been a dream date with Aidan Lynch, not come to the Quidditch pitch with Comet 260 and a tired body.

When she came to the locker room and saw that only Oliver was in high spirits, Sylvia was relieved. After greeting Arya and Katie, they leaned against the wall for a nap, and Angelina sat down next to the young Chaser and yawned. Before Sylvia could greet the messy-haired twins, Oliver pulled him to the pitch map he prepared to start a new technical discussion.

That's why Sylvia has to train with regular players all day as a substitute. Not only her crooked ideas, but also her ability to summarize and think logically as a liberal arts student.

"Hi! Harry! Why are you here so late?" Oliver managed to divert his attention when he saw Harry walk in, "So that's it. Before the formal training, I still want to keep it simple Just a few words. I devised a new training regimen at home during the summer, and I think it will work.”

"A whole new set of plans?" Sylvia turned over a large stack of layouts he prepared, "You have more than ten sets! Oliver!"

"Be prepared." Oliver patted Sylvia's back energetically.

Sylvia looked at the sleepy players. This scene is really too kind, as if returning to the previous science class in the liberal arts class.

Oliver's first board took nearly twenty minutes to finish. This reminds Sylvia of her fears of being dominated by history lessons, and she knows exactly how many plates there are. Fortunately, she is a teaching assistant and does not need to take notes.

The most outrageous thing is that Oliver always comes to ask Sylvia's opinion, which makes her unable to concentrate at all. This is a teaching assistant, this is obviously a hard-pressed child sitting in the first row of the classroom.

"That's it." As soon as Oliver said this, everyone seemed to be instantly resurrected. This is dozens of times better than the effect of the teacher saying "get out of class is over".

"Anything else?" Oliver was obviously in a good mood.

"I have a question, Oliver." George, who had just woken up, raised his hand, "Why didn't you tell us yesterday when we were all awake?" Fred He let out a coax at random and gave his brother a high-five.

"Listen, guys," Oliver said with a sullen face, "We should have won the Quidditch trophy last year! We're clearly above the rest of the team! Unfortunately , due to circumstances beyond our control..."

Sylvia patted Harry on the shoulder in relief, the little kid already bowing his head guiltily. He was in the hospital in last year's final, when Gryffindor suffered the biggest defeat in 300 years because of one player missing.

"So we're going to double down on training this year." Oliver was obviously frustrated, and Sylvia patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go and put our new theory into practice now!" He took the lead out of the locker room, and his players yawned and shuffled out.

Sylvia saw Ron and Hermione sitting in the stands, and her tired steps became heavy.

This means that the famous scene she least wants to experience is coming.

"What a daze! Bunny!" Fred shouted from the broom.

"Come up! Let's fly!" George waved in the air.

"You guys just don't want to listen to Oliver's long-winded, only I'm really sleepy." Sylvia complained and got on the broom and jumped into the air. Harry was also joined by the trio, who flew around the pitch at top speed.

"Where is the click?" Fred shouted, and Sylvia quickly saw Colin's figure.

"It's that little Harry fan." George quickly recognized it.

"Look this way! Harry!" Colin screamed from the top row.

"What's the matter?" Oliver frowned and flew to their side, "Why is that freshman taking pictures? He may be a Slytherin spy, trying to spy on our new training program."

"Don't be too nervous, Oliver, I'll go talk to him." Sylvia said and flew to Colin, "Sorry, Colin. I think if you want to watch Harry train , first of all, do not affect him."

"I'm sorry, Sylvia." Colin was very fond of this senior, and every time she saw him, she would give him a friendly smile, "I don't want to give it to you. cause trouble."

"No, of course you didn't." Sylvia saw several green figures walking into the stadium, her expression became solemn, "The real trouble is coming."

She saw Oliver slam into the ground, landing a little heavier than he expected, causing him to step off his broom a little wobbly. Harry, Fred and George followed.

"Flint!" Oliver yelled at Flint, who led him, "It's our training time! We got up early! Please go out!"

Sylvia and the girls also came to the ground. Fred and George took a quick step forward to keep the girls behind.

"It's a big place, Wood." Flint gave a rather ugly smile.

"But today I covered the stadium!" Oliver snapped, "Do you understand? I covered it!"

"Oh." Flint took out a piece of parchment, "but I have a note signed by Professor Snape. I, Professor Severus Snape, allow St. The Lytlings are at the Quidditch pitch today to train their new Seeker."

"You added a new Seeker?" Oliver's attention was successfully diverted, "Who?"

As Sylvia expected, a smaller figure flashed from behind the six tall team members, Draco's pale face with his usual smug expression smile.

"Malfoy?" Fred's eyes became disgusted, and Sylvia grabbed his wrist for fear that he would rush out and beat the young master.

"Look at this, Weasley." Flint met Fred's gaze. "The latest model, just came out last month." The Slytherins moved their brooms forward In one fell swoop, seven brand-new Nimbus 2001s were very dazzling in the sun.

"This is a gift from Draco's father to the Slytherin team. I believe it's much faster than Nimbus 2000. As for the old-fashioned sweep of Seven Stars." Flint maliciously Smiles at Fred and George, "Sweep the floor with them."

"Shut up! Flint!" Sylvia stepped forward and stared at the burly boy, "The broom is definitely not the absolute factor in winning. If you have Seven Nimbus 2001, Who do you think is more ashamed of losing to us." Flint's eyes dodged a little, and it seemed that the experience of being beaten was still fresh in his memory. Sylvia's eyes turned to Puse and Monta, both of whom had displeased expressions on their faces.

Oliver patted Sylvia on the shoulder with satisfaction, eyes like a fire: "Did you hear? Flint! We have superb technology, that's you No!"

"It's just a cover up, Tonks." Draco looked at Sylvia, obviously he was better at this moment. After all, everyone present knows what a good broom represents.

"It's up to you to decide whether there is any." Flint sneered, "Look, someone broke into the stadium."

Coming.

Sylvia couldn't help clenching her fists. Ron and Hermione ran across the field.

"What happened?" Ron looked at Harry. "Why don't you guys play? What is he doing here?" division.

"I'm the new Slytherin Seeker, Weasley." Draco raised his head, "Just now everyone was admiring the broom my dad bought for our team. Maybe you can Redeem those swept Seven Star Fives, and I think the museum will bid for them. That way the Gryffindor team can get some gold and buy some new brooms." The Slytherins laughed.

"At least none of the Gryffindors need to pay to be on the team." Hermione said sharply, "They came in by their ability."

"Hermione, we don't increase our prestige by slandering our opponents." Sylvia hurriedly said, "I believe that Slytherin is a respectable opponent, but we are also not good. deal with."

"Did you hear that? You shameless little mudblood?"

Draco met Sylvia's sullen gaze as soon as he finished speaking. The next second he was punched **** his thin cheek, and in less than half a second he fell on the filthy lawn.

It was as if Merlin suddenly pressed the pause button. Sylvia's movements were so fast that she felt incredible. She only regained her senses when there was an exclamation from her side. That feeling of helping Draco speak but he didn't know what to do felt like a hot slap directly on her face.

Why? Why can't he change him?

Why do you have to say that uneducated word?

Have you heard? Little Mudblood?

As if you and I were on one side!

"Dare you say it again?" Sylvia grabbed Draco's collar, the young master was obviously stunned while covering his face. She didn't notice that her other hand was still clenched.

"Stop! You freak!" The Slytherin boys struggled to save Draco from Sylvia. Although Sylvia's overwhelming force held them back a little, they still tried hard to separate the two.

But Sylvia did not let go. For the first time in her life, she felt so strong that she could pull Draco up by the collar.

“How dare you hit me—” Draco glared at Sylvia through gritted teeth, “My dad…”

You will only take your father out to make peace, when will you be able to rely on yourself?"

Draco clenched his teeth and threw a fist, but Sylvia avoided him. I don't know if it was an illusion or not, Sylvia always felt that the moment he resisted, there was a different light in his eyes.

"Ciel! Let go!" Hermione was completely horrified by the sight, "You will be punished!"

"Let go! Bunny! Don't know him in the same way!" Fredra stopped Sylvia's fisted wrist, and when she relaxed a little, she quickly pulled down and controlled it in her hand .

"Calm down, buddy. You don't really want to fight him, do you?" George quickly stepped forward to block Sylvia.

Sylvia loosened Draco's neckline slightly, and Fred's other arm immediately picked her up by the waist and evacuated from the crowd.

"Don't you understand the simple truth that you have to pay for what you have done!" Sylvia shouted in Draco's direction, "It seems that I am too much I've wronged you! It's as if you've been wronged! I'm so **** off!"

"Don't be angry." Fred took her by the shoulders and led to the audience, "What do you do with his general knowledge?"

"You should really see how scary you look." Fred rubbed her head, "No one dares to pull you away."

"Aren't you human?" Sylvia stared up at him.

"How am I like everyone else?" Fred laughed smugly.

"I think, no one will compete with us today." George looked at the Slytherins who were chaotically surrounding Draco and left.

"Pretty good punch." Ron ran over excitedly. Others also gathered around. When this happened, even Oliver was not in the mood to train.

"We've seen it." Angelina bumped into Arya's shoulder and laughed softly.

"He deserves a lesson!" Katie said cheerfully, "Merlin's beard! How dare he say such an outrageous thing?"

"We will teach them a lesson on the field." Oliver said fiercely, "Let that kid pay for his vicious words."

"What did he mean?" Hermione took Sylvia's hand and checked her status, "I mean, I can hear it being very rude, but I don't Understand what that means."

"That's the most insulting thing he can think of." Ron said angrily, "Mudbloods are a slander for Muggle-born people, people whose parents don't know magic. Salutation. Some wizards, like the Malfoys, always feel they are superior to others because they are so-called purebreds."

"Searle you punched so well." Harry laughed, "I bet he'll never say anything like that again!"

"So, it's really heartwarming!" Angelina laughed.

"Why do you look... so unhappy?" Arya asked with concern at the calm Sylvia.

"Although I like to speak harshly all day, I don't really like to hit people." Sylvia raised her hand in front of her again, looking at the terrifying bruise, " Where did that young master suffer from such grievances?"

Then I guess he really suffered.

"Regret?" Fred raised his eyebrows and looked at her, "He deserves it! You are too soft-hearted!"

"He deserves it!" Sylvia met Fred's eyes, "I dare to say it again!"

No matter which school you are in, things like gossip are spreading like wildfire. The efficiency is like bombing the entire campus directly. And one pass ten, ten pass a hundred, how many legendary versions Sylvia does not want to care anymore.

This means that good things don’t go out, and bad things travel thousands of miles, right?

"You knocked out Malfoy's teeth?" Ginny stopped Sylvia immediately when she met her.

Sylvia had just finished her homework in the library, and she was fed up with being pointed and whispered throughout. If what's going to happen next is acquaintances reaffirming her daytime beating stories, she's going to go crazy.

"I knocked out his teeth? Too outrageous?" Sylvia sneered, "Lockhart dare not write that."

"Ah! Sylvia!" Colin looked overjoyed, Sylvia immediately knew who Ginny was hearing from, "I can take a picture of you Everyone? Everyone wants pictures of heroes!"

"Don't call me that! Don't encourage others! Understand?" Sylvia immediately stared at his camera.

"Everyone is complimenting you!" Colin jumped excitedly, "You're willing to stand up for a Muggle-born wizard! No one wants to do that!"

"She's only willing to do this because she's a mindless idiot." A deep voice came from above Sylvia.

She looked up and saw Hoddle above the stairs. He looked here blankly, holding a thick notebook in one hand and tucked the other in his trouser pocket.

"I'll go first." Sylvia looked at the two first-year students, "Remember! Stop promoting my business!"

"Beautiful work!" Hoddle exclaimed exaggeratedly and quickly resumed his original action, "Many people have told you this today?"

"Thanks, ironic." Sylvia walked over to him, leaning on the other side of the stairs.

"You don't really think you're the embodiment of justice, do you? Wait, you're not going to tell me with your hips on your hips now that you're doing it with authority?" Hoddle narrowed his eyes , twitched the corners of his mouth.

"I know I'm impulsive." Sylvia rubbed her hands, she had no face to go to Madam Pomfrey for treatment, "I can never be as rational as you."

"You are not sentimental, you are stupid." Hoddle shook his head.

"If it were you, what would you do?" Sylvia met his gaze, "Tell him the truth? Evilly sarcastic? Report it directly to the professor?"

"That's none of my business, why am I asking for trouble?" Hoddle made every word very clear, "Is that your business, Miss Tonks? "

"Hermione is my friend." Sylvia said sternly.

"Are you going to throw a fist for every one of your friends? You can protect everyone? I think you should put yourself first and not your friends ." Hoddle still shook his head.

"I will." Sylvia put her hands in her pockets and grabbed her silver dagger, "I will punch more than once for my friends."

"Fist can't solve the problem, you know it." Hoddle raised his eyebrows, his tone was very brisk.

"I know, I know I'm impulsive." Sylvia said sullenly, "But shouldn't he pay for what he did?"

"He paid the price." Hoddle nodded in agreement, "but now it's your turn to pay the price."

Sylvia followed his gaze, and Professor McGonagall was watching Ginny and Colin from the position just now. Hoddle greeted Professor McGonagall politely and turned away.

"Professor McGonagall." Sylvia sighed.

"Miss Tonks, Professor Dumbledore asked you to come to the office." Professor McGonagall said sternly, "Come with me."

The author has something to say:

It’s time for the fourth grade main storyline—referring to Searle’s main storyline.

I think this famous scene, everyone should be looking forward to it?

I'm sorry, I didn't hesitate, it's time to fight!

Actually I don't know if Draco was really bribed, I prefer no bribe. (If Rowling has expressed that you are welcome to correct me on this point) How should I put it, Xiaolong's Quidditch skills are clearly written in the Sorcerer's Stone, and he is indeed capable. I don't think Draco needs a back door to get into the team. And sending brooms to all the players in the team is very much like Lu Dad's handwriting. He has always relied on his huge network to be so attractive. In terms of both sides, Lu Daddy still took it to death.

What should Sear say, after all, the Sorting Hat was assigned to Gryffindor's children without hesitation. Of course, Searle is still growing.

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