HP Dear Miss Freak

"Happy Valentine's Day?"

Death February 14th.

Although she was fully prepared, Sylvia was so frightened that she almost choked on her own saliva when she came to the auditorium. Especially since she slept very late yesterday because of Quidditch training, Sylvia felt that her nerves could no longer be stimulated more. The walls on all four sides of the auditorium were covered with tawdry and coquettish pink flowers, and even many heart-shaped confetti kept falling from the light blue ceiling.

Walk.

"Let's face it, Bunny."

"You can go back to sleep with me." Sylvia made a very good suggestion, "Why can't you be kind to yourself? Can the trouble be kind to me?"

"It seems that this year's Valentine's Day is a big scene." Fred saw the pink love-shaped cookies on the long table, and he kept saying, "Hey, this scene is better than you. These quirky earrings are far more hilarious."

"This is from Luna, don't insult my baby." Sylvia rolled her eyes.

"No wonder you carry it all day and are reluctant to change it." Fred said pulling Sylvia and sat down.

"Looking at this posture, that Lockhart will definitely make a lot of confusion today!" The excitement in George's tone was overflowing.

"Then you are indeed right." Sylvia looked at Lockhart in her vulgar and bright pink robe and shook her head.

"Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!" Lockhart was even more excited than the inaugural speech at the opening ceremony, "So far, forty-six people have sent me greeting cards, I A big thank you to them! Yes, I took it upon myself to arrange this little surprise for you all—and more than that!"

"Forty-six, there are four in our dormitory." Sylvia said, picked up her fork and pointed to the other girls on the long table, and counted them one by one, "plus Hermione , Katie, Lavender..."

Afterwards, Lockhart was letting the dwarfs with golden wings and harps that he arranged to enter the field. The three of them tacitly filtered out Lockhart's next movements and took their attention back.

"How can I be attracted to that kind of thing every day with the most handsome boy in Hogwarts? You say it? Bunny?" Fu stuffed it into his mouth.

"Sorry, who is the most handsome boy at Hogwarts?" Sylvia used an extremely exaggerated tone with incredible movements, "God! It's not you, is it? Fred! Who wants this? Do you want it? George?"

"This sentence is half right, after all, I'm..." Before George could finish speaking, he was stared at by two of his buddies at the same time and gagged with bread.

"Don't tell me you only realize now, you are too slow." Fred looked surprised.

"No, I don't realize it now." Sylvia said, holding Fred's face and looking at herself carefully, "Where are you handsome? Let me take a look. "

"Then take a good look, you can wear a pair of glasses like Harry with poor eyesight." Fred moved closer, quickly closing the distance between them.

"Fred." Sylvia patted his face seriously, "You are really ordinary."

"Could you be courting death?" Freda grabbed Sylvia's wrist with ease, she turned around and was held in her arms by herself, her arms were forced to be crossed by Frederick Reid was dragged to his chest.

"You're going to break my arm! Believe it or not, I'm throwing you over the shoulder right now!" Sylvia didn't struggle anymore after trying to break free.

"Remove your temper, otherwise you will be ignored. Don't come to me and cry." Fred said through gritted teeth, with a threat on his face in the next second smile.

"You don't want to be so rude to girls! Your love is very worrying, Fred." Sylvia turned her head and glared at him without showing weakness, " George, remember to worry more about your brother in the future!"

"What's your business? Does my life have anything to do with you? Are you going to marry me?" The eyes were not noticed by the girl with her back to him.

"Then do I have anyone who wants and what's the matter with you?" Sylvia also grinned and stared back, "It seems that no one wants you to marry me!"

"Let's congratulate the newlyweds!" George finally swallowed the bread and cheered happily as he tapped the glass with his knife and fork. Mom and Dad at the Ministry of Magic heard it.

"Shut up! George!" The two of them roared surprisingly in unison.

Only then did Sylvia and Fred realize that the children around them were all looking over, and they still maintained a very strange and ambiguous action. Especially the Iron Triangle sitting closest, they even stopped eating for a while.

"Why...you...why are you all starting to talk about marriage?" Ron was so shocked that he forgot to chew the food in his mouth, and the biscuits almost fell out of his mouth.

"Shut up too! Ronald!" This sound was even more tacit than the one just now.

Speaking of their investigation, there was no result at all, and Sylvia also noticed that they did not tell the diary. It seems that in the eyes of children, they are more serious than reliable.

Sylvia felt that this day should not be described as chaos. To be more precise, it should be a mess.

All day long, dwarfs kept breaking into everyone's classrooms, delivering Valentine's Day cards, reading nasty confessions, and singing terrible love songs. The funniest thing was the look on Snape's face when he wanted to throw those dwarves directly into the cauldron and felt that he had sullied the cauldron. It is precisely because of this that Sylvia confiscated her wild laughter again, making her already heavy labor service even worse.

I unilaterally declare this to be the most annoying prank of the year. Sylvia looked at the dwarfs going back and forth with emotion. No matter what the psychology of those people is, those who really want to express themselves will not pass through these shorties. This suicidal behavior can almost be included in the first article of "A Breakup Tips Every Day".

Huh?

Sylvia's eyes suddenly lit up, and the original indifference in her mind suddenly became clear. She froze on the table in the arithmetic and divination class, took out a piece of parchment and wrote down dozens of lines. She read it once with satisfaction and slipped it into the dwarf who had just finished reading a sonnet with great affection.

As expected, after dinner, Sylvia got her wish and saw the expression on his face like eating dung when he met Hoddle. And the initiator of this incident couldn't hold back his laughter, and snorted fiercely.

"Waiting for me in the old time and the old place." Hoddle dropped a sentence with a sullen face and turned away. But at the moment of turning around, Sylvia caught his smile. That laugh was the same laugh every time Sylvia laughed.

Old time and place waiting for you? what? Is the astronomical tower dry? Sylvia jumped back to the Gryffindor lounge in a good mood. As soon as they entered, they heard Fred and George singing "His eyes are as green as a freshly pickled leprosy", making the lounge noisy. It seemed that poor little Harry had gone into hiding.

"Hi! Bunny." Fred pulled away from the crowd when he saw Sylvia coming in, "Where are you going in a hurry?"

Sylvia ignored him, rushed into the dormitory and put everything away, then ran out excitedly.

"Hi! Fred! How is it? Are you happy today?" Sylvia smiled and sat down beside him, "Have you taken the initiative? For your love?"

"What am I taking the initiative to attack?" Fred narrowed his eyes and spread his hands in front of Sylvia, "You must have made Valentine's Day chocolate? I want to eat it."

"I want it too! I want it too!" George also quickly pulled away and sat down on the other side of Sylvia.

"My chocolate?" Sylvia laughed, "I will only melt the chocolate on the market and put it into my own mold, do you want it?"

"Yes." Fred said and put on her shoulder, "Angie said you gave all the girls in your dormitory chocolate, how could you not give it to us?"

"No wonder your love has not progressed." Sylvia shook her head and sighed, "How can you ask a girl for chocolate? You should send chocolate to the girl you like." She said Don't forget to wink at Angelina.

"What's wrong with you to try to match me and Angie?" Fred said angrily, pinching Sylvia's cheek.

"Don't worry, Fred won't be wanted, don't rush to entrust him." George took a piece of chocolate from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Look, hot girls, I know I'm very cool on the court." Fred took a stack of envelopes from his left pocket, "How many love letters did you get today? "

"I didn't get the love letter." Sylvia didn't care, and Fred raised his hand when she was about to read the name of the person inscribed on the envelope.

"It looks like you're the one nobody wants, Bunny." Fred laughed smugly.

"I dare say you won't be interested in these girls." Sylvia said decisively, stood up, and her tone was somewhat unhappy.

"Who said that? I tell you, they all gave it to me personally. They look good, have a good figure, and have a good voice." Fred looked at others, this is what a girl should be Some kind of expression.

"Really? Have a nice date then, Fred." Sylvia smiled and prepared to leave the lounge.

"Where are you going?" Fred also stood up. He thought that there was going to be a war of words next, was it really the Sylvia he knew who ran away before he even fought?

"I'm going to find Waughlin." Sylvia's voice and figure disappeared at the exit of the lounge.

"Who did she say she was looking for?" Fred stared at George.

"Hoddle Waughlin." George sings the annoying Ravenclaw prefect's name over and over again to the tune of the wedding march.

"Why did she go to Wulflin?" Fred was still staring.

"What can I do on Valentine's Day?" George was still humming his tune, "Date, or fight?"

"Damn it." Fred sat down hard, as if he was about to collapse the poor armchair. He took out a stack of envelopes from his right pocket and slammed it on the table in front of him, but he didn't feel relieved. With Fred's super popularity, many boys asked him to help deliver love letters to Sylvia, and even girls!

"You should be thankful that these people are sending love letters through you." George patiently picked up the envelope and stuffed it into Fred's pocket again, "Those who dare to take the initiative have already taken the critical step. First step. Searle is right about that."

"You mean Wulflin? Bunny would like that boring Ravenclaw?" Fred rolled his eyes dismissively.

"What do you mean? Am I envious of Wavlin dating her?" Fred stared again, he was really not good at hiding his emotions.

George rolled his eyes silently, got up and walked to the dormitory. Fred opened his mouth but didn't say a word. This kind of inexplicable feeling of anger and nowhere to vent is not common at all, but this year, it has been haunted like Peeves. He rubbed his head, opened the envelope of his love letter, closed it irritably and put it aside.

Sylvia sneezed as soon as she arrived at the Astronomy Tower.

"Fred must be cursing me." Sylvia wrinkled her nose and pressed her robe tightly.

"Did you notice that you kept mentioning Weasley? Miss Tonks." Hodl walked over with his pockets in his pockets, apparently he also thought Hogwarts in February was ridiculously cold .

"Is there?" Sylvia turned around stiffly, as if she had frozen.

"You know I'm here to settle accounts with you, right? Dare to come?" Hoddle pulled out an ugly smile, but there was no threat in his eyes.

"Tomorrow, the Daily Prophet will report on an accidental fall at Hogwarts." Sylvia nodded solemnly, "please let Rita Skeeter Editor-in-chief, the content is guaranteed to be exciting and you won't be disappointed, Mr. Woughlin."

"It's not as good as you, Miss Tonks." Hoddle's mouth twitched, and he took out a piece of parchment from his pocket. Sylvia thought that her parchment would be crumpled if it wasn't turned into ashes, and it was carefully folded like this, unfolded and intact, so she rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn't blind.

"Dear Mr. Waughlin, you look like a wild crane in a flock of chickens." Hoddle couldn't hold back his face when he read the content on the paper , "Do you know what other people's expressions look like when they hear that they are chickens? Also, who is Pan An?"

"He's a beautiful man. He needs to read more books, Mr. Waughlin."

"I was fortunate enough to read your paper for three lifetimes, and I couldn't help but wonder, this is really shocking, and the poems become sobbing!" Could you write more outrageous? Excuse me?"

"Do you still want to hear it? I still have it." Sylvia laughed until her shoulders were shaking, but she still cleared her throat and said in the broadcast tone, "Zongzhi is a handsome and handsome boy, Looking up at the blue sky, it is as bright as a jade tree in front of the wind." She looked even more excited when she saw Hodl's expression of crying and laughing: "Shang Mo is like a jade, the son is unparalleled in the world!"

"Are you really thinking that or just being disgusting?" Hoddle folded the parchment again and tucked it into the inside pocket of his robe.

"I just want to disgust you." Sylvia raised her head with a smile and faced him.

"Then you hurt the innocent, but Professor Binns immediately said that Hogwarts can't find another one except Miss Tonks. Your good prefect Percy's face It doesn't look good." Hoddle's embarrassing expression is that you're not me.

"Professor Binns really knows me well." Sylvia smiled indifferently, "I should be glad that there are not so many Gryffindors who continue to study magic after finishing the O.W.Ls exam. Shi, wouldn't my reputation be discredited otherwise?"

"Writing a love letter to me will discredit me? This is a new idea, let's talk about it?" Hoddle looked curious.

"Are you cheap? Is it interesting to hear me scold you?" Sylvia shook her head, "How about I write another one? I don't mind reading it for you in person."

"The minority obeys the majority, Miss Tonks." Hoddle said, taking a large handful of chocolates and letterhead from his pocket, "I'm almost too busy today."

"It is indeed our dignified, imposing, graceful and handsome Mr. Waughlin!" Sylvia raised her hands to applaud him.

"What about you? How many letters have you received?" Hoddle opened a bag of chocolates and handed it to Sylvia, but was rejected.

"Those girls are trying to kill you!" Sylvia smiled and took out a bubble gum from her pocket and threw it into her mouth, "I didn't receive one, thank you for your concern. "

"Looking at how eloquent you are, I thought you were very capable." Hoddle put away the chocolate and unceremoniously took a bubble gum from her pocket.

"Do you also want to say, it's a pity that a good girl has a mouth?" Sylvia blew a bubble, and after Hoddle's bubble was bigger than hers, she didn't Showing weakness, he blew the bubbles in his mouth even bigger.

"Your friends say that?" Hoddle's bubble burst, and he had an incredible expression on his face, "Please, if you don't make a little noise, it's so ordinary that people won't notice it, okay? ?"

"Thank you so much." Sylvia's bubble also burst. The whole observatory was instantly filled with the smell of blue ling flowers and plants.

"It's too cold, I'm going to the kitchen to eat red bean balls."

"Then you still have an appointment with the Astronomy Tower? Did you do it on purpose? Eh! Wait for me! I want to eat too!"

"I found something in the Devis and Bans store that would interest you. Are you going to Hogsmeade tomorrow?"

"Tell me what it is."

"Love will not come."

The author has something to say:

When it comes to the main line, I really have a special headache. After all, I promised everyone from the beginning that I would save everyone who is in trouble. Searle is really busy - so she's not in the mood to fall in love - (No hahahaha

Is Horsey still sweet? I wouldn't be so heartless -- would I? I thought I'd write clearly why Searle's choice was the way it was.

Fred and Seale are my ideal campus romances. Of course, their relationship is still developing. I also said at the beginning that their relationship will be stretched by me. Hahahaha you may not remember. I know you are in a hurry! I'm a little regretful now that it took so long!

The view of love I express is my intuitive feeling.

And Hoddle and Searle, I had thought about them being together first, but the idea was killed in about two seconds. After all, I have to consider the follow-up. If the two children with such tough temperaments are separated from each other, it will be difficult for me to end it. And once owned isn't it better than love! ! The two of them are also the best result I want to make for such a one-way liking friendship.

And then, I still want to say that Searle is not a very good heroine, she is very temperamental, and she is also a typical Gryffindor. Thank you to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2021-04-14 22:03:12~2021-04-2020:09:08~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 10 bottles if I want to eat something; 5 bottles of Nanzhi;

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