HP Dear Miss Freak

"Neither of them would be willing to let themselves be just a prisoner bird."

"Sirius! Look! Look!" Sylvia slammed open the partition of the room and reached out to greet Sirius.

Since Sirius heard that Sylvia was going to London to spend New Year's Eve with Hoddle, he graciously offered to send her there. Although this starting point made Sylvia roll her eyes, but she can get her favorite racing time.

Thanks to Hoddle Waughlin.

"What do you want me to see? Hey! Is there any other girl who can dress up my little Cyr?" Sirius came to the room and praised in a rather sincere tone.

"It's this!" Sylvia leaned forward to show off her new turnip-shaped airship Lee earrings, "My good friend Luna gave it to me! She made it herself! She There are one-to-one identical!"

"Looks good. But are you sure you want to wear it with your outfit today?" Sirius narrowed his eyes, a quirky earring and a well-matched dress are too inconsistent .

"Of course! I don't think it can be better!" Sylvia just finished speaking, an owl slammed into the skylight and startled her.

I was scared to death, I thought I was condemned to say something wrong.

"Erol!" Sylvia opened the skylight, took poor Errol in her arms, and took off the package on him, "Fred and George are too squeezing. Birds! Why don't they understand the staff at all?"

"The things for girls are packaged so casually?" Sirius expressed his dissatisfaction, "What did Hoddle give you?"

Rolle stood in front of him, "Look! You know that you dislike me all day long! Believe it or not, I will send you to Fred and George as a tool bird?" peck.

"I really don't know who it is." Sylvia reached out and flicked a handful of Brother Bird's feathers, then quickly avoided his attack and smiled proudly.

"When does your date start?" Sirius has been eager to try for a long time.

"Not a date! Sirius!" Sylvia opened the package, which contained a box of nougat, "These two guys won't send me back untouched. Right?" Because it was too busy at home, Sylvia successfully unlocked a new skill in making handmade nougat, and gave the twins a large box as a Christmas present.

"What kind of CP brain are you? Our dormitory girls are half as capable as you." Sylvia no longer wanted to recall that Qiu wrote her a letter regretting that she could not go. Also included two tickets for the musical "Cat" as a Christmas present.

The little girl put it together.

She opened a nougat angrily and threw it into her mouth.

WTF! !

Sylvia felt that something was wrong, and the back of her nose was stained with a large amount of blood.

How could I eat what they both gave me without any scruples!

"Damn it! What's the matter with you?" Sirius widened his eyes, "What are they doing? Are you looking for death?" He just took out his wand, Sylvie Ya has already found a strangely colored antidote in the box and threw it into his mouth to save himself successfully.

"Don't make a fuss, Sirius." Sylvia waved her hand, "It's for skipping class, I don't want to take that White Fang class. You know, Gilderoy Lockhart special."

"What do you teach your little niece every day?" Sylvia couldn't help laughing.

"You are no better than me, stinky girl." Sirius laughed and rubbed her head.

"Give me a clean, thank you my dear uncle." Sylvia said and picked up the note in the box. Just like the notes in the gift box in the past, one person and one word pieced together a sentence: congratulations to Miss Sylvia Tonks for winning the latest Weasley Brothers "Don't scare people to death, let's count the blasting nosebleed nougat we lose" .

This nosebleed nougat was originally called such a second name? Sylvia was amused after being cleaned up by the spell, causing Sirius to press her shoulder repeatedly to confirm that she was okay.

"Why do you always call him Mr. Waughlin? Sounds raw."

"We didn't know each other well."

I'm not familiar with this guy.

"I almost didn't recognize it." Sylvia finally recognized Hoddle at the entrance of the Royal Theatre in London, "You dress like an ordinary person today, where is your usual temperament? already?"

"I don't have that many Muggle clothes." Hoddle frowned slightly.

"You look too much like a Muggle." Sylvia tried hard not to laugh, "Really, although I don't think it's necessary to be so deliberate, but you are very successful."

"It's such a cold day, I don't understand why Muggles don't wear robes." Hoddle was wearing cotton trousers and a scarf. In summer, he also wears very simple clothes, but he looks very refreshing. In winter, it seems inexplicably cumbersome, even if you have a good-looking face, you can wear anything.

"It's gone, Mr. Waughlin." Sylvia patted his shoulder with a big laugh, and walked in first.

"It's not as good as you, performance art master." Hoddle said. Unexpectedly, his foot slipped, and although he quickly stabilized his footsteps, Sylvia had already seen this scene and trembled with laughter.

"I think it's super cool!" Sylvia twirled around to show off her carefully prepared new hairstyle, dyeing the inside of her long black hair red. In the last time and space, she had wanted to try this for a long time, but it was absolutely impossible.

"Why do I feel that you are scolding me?" Sylvia always felt that he just wanted to say that he was black, but he could not rule out that he did not understand the real meaning of this idiom, just I mean red hair.

"That's what you said, I didn't say anything bad about your friend." Hoddle shrugged and quickened his light pace.

Am I getting caught again?

You Ravenclaw stalking me all day long!

Sylvia deducted one hundred percent for Ravenclaw in her heart! Even the little angel Luna couldn't make up for Sylvia's unbearable breath.

"Cat is so beautiful!" Sylvia exclaimed as soon as she walked out of the theater.

"I shouldn't expect you to make any progress." Hoddle smiled softly, "Can you be more generous with praise?"

"The song is so beautiful and the dance is so beautiful." Sylvia looked at Hoddle with a smile, "Perhaps you would like to sing "Memory" for me?"

"Please." Hoddle raised his eyebrows and walked forward in a good mood.

"I can tell you, I can have nothing, but I can't have no bones." Sylvia jumped up and followed, "I beg you? Give you a face? "

"No wonder you don't have a brain." Hoddle stopped on the side of the street. The north wind was a bit too harsh, and it blew him slightly into his collar. "Where are we going?"

"Hey! Do you want to..." Sylvia's eyes suddenly brightened, and she grabbed his arm - to be precise, the thick cotton coat, Hodl's thin arm was in The down looks thinner inside, "Want to go shopping for clothes? I'll pick them out for you!" Sylvia's eyes were shining, and those who didn't know thought she had some crazy idea.

"Why?" Hoddle couldn't understand why Sylvia was so excited.

"You just say whether you want it or not." Sylvia smiled ingratiatingly, "I have a good eye."

"Okay." As soon as Hoddle agreed, Sylvia pulled his arm and trot forward excitedly, "Can you walk well! I don't know if I thought I was walking the dog. !"

How can such a good skin be wasted? I actually got a chance to experience Marvel Hoddle's dress up game! What a great thing this is!

Looking at the sweet colors on his hands, he couldn't help frowning.

"Wear this one with this one, and then..." Sylvia ignored his disgusted expression and began to tell him how to match it with great interest.

"I don't want to wear this..." Hoddle frowned at the pink sweater, "I think orange looks better."

"Orange is not good! What's so good about wearing it like a big orange?" "Change it to this!"

"Do you have any feud with Tangerine?" Hoddle accepted the sweater with a shriveled mouth.

"You are not suitable for such bright colors, Fred and George will look good in them." Sylvia looked at the row of sweaters and nodded thoughtfully, thinking of the two of them It would be more like a big orange, so I couldn't help laughing.

"The last time I asked you if you had oranges was the same as killing you." Hoddle whispered, running into the dressing room and closing the curtain.

"That time because..." Sylvia looked at the slightly moving curtain, "As soon as I take an orange to represent love, you will give me that thing! Eh! I tell you no Understood! Can you just treat me as sick?"

"Isn't the apple that represents love?" Hoddle asked aloud.

"Have you heard that oranges grow in Huainan as oranges, and oranges grow in Huaibei as oranges?" Sylvia began to look around, "I'm comparing my two friends."

"It doesn't sound so good, Miss Tonks." Hoddle suddenly saw a pair of white sneakers pass in under the curtain. "Are they north and south?"

"They really are one south and one north!" Sylvia suddenly realized, "Yorkshire and Cornwall! Merlin's beard! That's not what I meant!"

"I'm an orange from the south anyway."

Tangerine instead of northern bitter orange?

"That's great, we're all on the south side." Hoddle smiled and opened the curtain, "Does it look good?"

"Nice."

Sylvia laughed.

It's beautiful.

Hoddle is too sweet in pink! Sylvia finds herself turning this Western European guy into a Japanese man. The apricot-colored straight-leg trousers and khaki-colored trench coat really suit him, and they can block his thin figure.

"Put this on again!" Sylvia snapped her fingers silently, picked up a white knitted hat and handed it to him, "It's so beautiful! My vision is so good! Just wear it! Don't change it back!"

"You don't buy yourself a set?" Hoddle smiled and went to the counter to check out.

"Me? In the men's clothing store?" Sylvia snorted.

"I'm just polite and polite." Hoddle turned around and tapped her forehead with his fingertips, and walked outside the store, "Chinese people like to be polite."

"You're not Chinese!" Sylvia couldn't help laughing and followed in a good mood.

"Want to eat ice cream? I know there is a delicious one." Hoddle looked at Sylvia and tilted his head.

"Ice cream? It's winter! Mr. Waughlin!"

"I eat!" Sylvia jumped to keep up, "Following the locals to visit the store will definitely not step on the thunder!"

Hoddle is not someone who will go out to visit stores, but he did come out ahead of time this time.

As a local, she will definitely be ridiculed by her ignorance. Right?

"Who would have thought that Mr. Waughlin would have a girlish heart?" Sylvia giggled at the strawberry ice cream in Hoddle's hand. The top of the ice cream also added a lot of candy pieces according to his request. I didn't expect this guy to like sweets so much.

"Well, but everyone can imagine whether you are not." Hoddle nodded with a smile, "You really have nothing to do with the word girl."

"Fred and George also say I'm not a girl all day long." Sylvia shrugged indifferently, "Hey! Look! That looks too much like you!"

Hoddle looked at the window where Sylvia's index finger, which she managed to stick out of her cuff, pointed to. It was a big toy store, with several puppet bears in the window, and a few children standing by and watching from time to time.

"Where?" Hoddle was helplessly followed by her sleeves.

"This one!" Sylvia pointed at the smallest one and laughed, "Look at this look! It's exactly like you!"

"Who said I was like this? It looks stupid." Hoddle pulled out a helpless smile.

"Look, I'm very unhappy in the face of so many people, but I still have to keep an embarrassed and polite smile." Sylvia tiptoed close to his ear and whispered , "Isn't this what you usually look like?" After speaking, he couldn't help covering his mouth to prevent himself from laughing too loudly.

"You..." Hoddle laughed too, but perhaps he didn't get Sylvia's laugh, but was amused by the girl's ingenious brain circuit.

You are so stupid and funny.

"I want it, will you buy it for me?"

"No."

The conversation went so fast that it didn't even stop. The two of them looked at each other and smiled together.

Just as Sylvia was about to say something to choke Hoddle, a little boy on the side caught her attention. He squinted his eyes and waved his hands, muttering a lot of unknown tones like he was chanting some mysterious spell.

"Hoo!" The little boy opened his eyes and raised his arms as if pouring magic into the window.

It looks like I used to cast magic with chopsticks when I was a kid.

Sylvia sighed quietly, pursed her lips, and set her eyes on the motionless bear doll.

"Muggle kid." Hoddle whispered in her ear, slightly regretful, "Shall we go?"

Sylvia grabbed Hoddle's arm and ran behind him, pulled out her wand and pointed at the window to secretly utter a spell.

The little bear in the window moved slightly, bowed and gave a gentleman's salute. The little boy's eyes immediately flashed a different light, but he didn't make a sound or scream, but secretly returned a salute.

Sylvia just hopes that every child who believes in magic can keep believing. She will always remember how simple and happy she was when she was lying by the window waiting for the owl with chopsticks.

Hoddle turned his head to look at Sylvia, who secretly probed his shoulders, he found the cute side of this idiot again. Maybe no one could understand what was going on in the girl's head. He blatantly provoked the "Minor Protection Law", just to do an unnecessary thing.

"Are you afraid? Sylvia Tonks, an extrajudicial fanatic." Sylvia raised her head arrogantly as if she understood what he was thinking.

"Can you go now?" Hoddle smiled and turned to her. "Waiting for the Ministry of Magic to catch you?"

"The Ministry of Magic has nothing to do to catch me." Sylvia smiled and patted his arm.

"I always want to work at the Ministry of Magic after expressing anti-political thoughts all day long." Hoddle followed her footsteps and shook his head.

"I am a greedy and lustful layman, and bread is enough for my ideal." Sylvia laughed cheerfully, "Have you read "The Moon and Sixpence"?"

"No."

"If you want the moon, you'll starve. If you want sixpence, you'll be vulgar." Sylvia pointed to the moonlight that gradually brightened as night fell, but Immediately retracting his fingers, "If you want both the moon and sixpence, then you will be in such a predicament - you can't reach the moon, and sixpence is too little for you."

"It's very profound, I'll take a look." Hoddle nodded thoughtfully, "So why did you suddenly withdraw your finger?"

"Finging the moon will cut off the moon's ears!" Sylvia said with a stare. I've been here for so long, I almost forgot about it.

Mungo instead of going straight to the Ministry."

"Then I'll say you did it!" Sylvia laughed, slapped him on the shoulder and ran away.

Stupid.

Hoddle sighed and let a white mist appear in front of him. He likes winter when he can easily swallow the mist. He took a step and quickly caught up with Sylvia, and stretched out his hand: "Let's go, let's watch the fireworks."

Sylvia looked at his outstretched hand and slapped it hard, and then ran away: "I have done a strategy! I know how to walk!" She ran to the square A large group of pigeons were disturbed, and they all flew into the sky. Hoddle's gaze followed these birds to the sky and to the farther clouds.

"Have you heard of it? Birds and cicadas." Sylvia ran back to him and asked, tilting her head. Hoddle looked at her and motioned for her to go down.

"Same on the same tree, but with a different destiny. One longs for the vast sky, and the other enjoys its leaves." Sylvia said, turning a circle to let the skirt hem He floated up, "I think the birds should fly, but I also think it's too pitiful for the cicadas."

"What are you afraid of? You won't be a cicada." Hoddle walked slowly, "Of course, neither am I."

"Eh-" Sylvia trotted a few steps to keep up with him, "It's good, we are all birds."

"It's not the cicada that you should be distressed about." Hoddle raised his eyebrows slightly, "it's the fish. Birds and cicadas at least once owned the same tree."

"Ah...birds and fish?" Sylvia nodded, "The furthest distance in the world, one is in the sky and the other is deep under the sea." Whose poem is this? She didn't think for a moment.

"It's a pity." Hoddle stopped to look at the river, waiting for the fireworks to come, "But the birds don't want to stay here."

"What are you sorry for? You can just fly." Sylvia patted him on the back, "The birds carry the dreams of cicadas and fish!" Hoddle thinks today is it? Too many metaphors? He was almost out of taste.

"Everyone can't be a bird." Sylvia looked at the rising fireworks until her eyes narrowed with laughter, "Since we are all, then we can't waste us wings."

Sylvia remembered that song. But what touched her the most was not "You fly away proudly, the blade I perch on." But "Go to a different world, but never say goodbye." And "Inaudible declaration, repeated for many years."

But the birds don't need the moon for pennies. For example, the pigeons that had just been expelled and flew away by Sylvia had already fluttered their wings and returned to the square. Birds can also have many choices, and their sky is not a narrow sky.

The sky is not the same for Sylvia and Hoddle.

But people can't be too greedy. Sylvia thought. In her mind, bread is the ideal, and pennies are the moon. For her, nothing is more perfect than a happy ending. And she is the bird who never turns back for bread and pennies.

"Look! You can meet someone you know!" Sylvia narrowed her eyes and looked at a familiar figure in the distance.

"Too disappointed, Qiu said she had something to do on a date?" Hoddle put his hands in his pockets and tiptoed to look at his friends in the distance.

"Damn it! Why is that woman here?" Sylvia frowned when she saw Marietta beside Qiu. It looks like their date was messed up by this blind girl.

Hoddle noticed Marietta's sudden excited look, the girl patted her friend's shoulder and pointed over, he smiled and waved to his friends from afar. "Ah—" Marietta's screams can be heard here.

It was this feeling that irritated Sylvia.

"Abandoned by the little angel! It's so sad!" Sylvia was very emotional, "Although this pair is still my lead."

"Can't Qiu have a better relationship with me than you? I should be sadder than you." Hoddle smiled helplessly.

"Yo? What confidence do you have to think you can be more important than Seid?" Sylvia sneered.

"What do you say? Today is my birthday."

"Your birthday!?" Sylvia looked at him sharply, "Seventeenth birthday! Merlin's pink lace polka dot boxer!" She couldn't be more shocked, so He couldn't calm down for a long time in Hodl's helpless laughter. "Your birthday! Your adult birthday came out for a walk with me? How could you waste such a waste!" Hoddle finally couldn't help laughing as she gritted her teeth.

"I don't think it's a waste."

Hoddle rarely shows such a good-looking appearance with curved eyebrows and eyes, which is bright like a warm sunshine on a winter night.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Sylvia crouched down and covered her head in annoyance, "Hey! We've known each other for so long and you didn't tell me your birthday!"

"You didn't tell me your birthday either." Hoddle squatted in front of her and watched her frantically with interest.

"Adult birthday! Friend!" Sylvia stared at him, "You're an adult!"

"I know." Hoddle laughed until his whole body trembled, "Birthday is just a day, and I don't even have a birthday. And if I have to say it, I've been thinking a long time ago. grown up."

"How do you keep silent about such a happy thing all day?" Sylvia spread her hands speechlessly.

"What? Regret not paying for this dress?" Hoddle raised his eyebrows, "Is our friendship so good that we celebrate each other's birthdays?"

"No." Sylvia immediately stopped all expressions, "I regret not bringing Bubble Gum."

The two looked at each other for a while, then suddenly laughed together.

Hoddle didn't feel like today was a waste. Especially this bright New Year's Eve fireworks, especially this girl who is brighter than the fireworks.

If you want him to make a summary on his adult birthday, he will borrow a sentence from "Memory":

Letthememoryliveagain,

Let the memories come back.

The author has something to say:

Friends, friendly reminder, this is Horsey's biggest candy.

Huoge home, do you like it? Hahahahahaha!

Brother Huo has been flirting for a year, so I thought it was time for a big candy. Fred is a late awakening, but you think he is only fourteen now! Gemini are very suicidal, but I always feel that they only become flirtatious in the later stage hahahaha. Fred and Seale are probably too ambitious (not) hahahaha

A song "Birds and Cicadas" Amway for everyone.

Also Amway "Memory" hehehehehehe