HP Dear Miss Freak

"There are no impervious walls."

"Ah!"

Sylvia sneezed all night: "Who's been scolding me all night?"

"You save it." The scarf that Fred took out was wrapped around Sylvia's neck, "You really lost your mind? Miss prefect in winter. "

Don't keep calling me prefect.

Sylvia doesn't know why she's starting to pay attention to little things. She's only now noticing how much she likes the name Bunny. Maybe it was because Fred was disdainful of prefects, or maybe it was just because she didn't want to have another name in front of Fred.

I think the main line is not enough for me to think about it? Why am I thinking about this? What is the name of love, isn't it? Why are you still being hypocritical?

Since that kiss, she has been thinking about little things. She began to pay attention to Fred's attitude towards that event and to her, and began to wonder what he thought about their relationship. Being generous is friendship! She thought so at the time, so she kissed Fred without hesitation. But thinking about it later, the more I think about it, the more wrong it gets.

No matter how good a friend is, this should not be generous!

Sylvia didn't know why she became so conflicted. On the one hand, she thought that no one should mention it, but she tried several times what Angelina thought, but the answer she got was not what she expected. She wanted to know what Fred thought, but she didn't seem to want to know what he thought. Maybe it would be nice not to have the two of them face off in person and let someone else give her a little bit of information?

"Are you distracted again?" Fred patted Sylvia on the shoulder, which made her look at the boy in front of her again, "Thank you? My good prefect?"

"Thank you." Sylvia tightened the scarf, "I must be out of my mind, must be, must be... um!" in front of.

"Isn't it really that my brain is broken? What is this little freak talking about?" Fred watched Sylvia go down the steps and stepped in the air without paying attention. startled.

"Are you sure you want me to follow?" George looked up at the full moon in the sky, "Don't you want a romantic date with such a beautiful view?"

"Or...you go back?" Fred readily accepted the offer.

"Think beautifully! I'm not!" George smiled and slapped Fred's back, "Forget my brother!" He briskly ran to Sylvia and pulled Running forward with her arm in hand.

"You stand for me! Do you want to rebel! George Weasley!"

"What are you doing? What is he doing? Crazy?" Sylvia looked at George in horror.

"I told Fred that you were going to secretly plot against him. If you don't want to die, run quickly." George said with a smile.

"George! Are you? You're sick!" Sylvia turned around and saw Fred throwing a dung over, and quickly distanced herself from George to avoid the attack.

"Attention! Mrs and Miss!" George circled merrily on the grass, a bluff bomb dropped in front of Sylvia to prevent Fred from running to her side .

"Try this!" Fred threw **** and a bluff bomb at the same time. That battle can't wait to wake up everyone in the castle.

"You guys!" Sylvia had long since pulled out her wand and put an armor and bodyguard in front of her before she survived. But those dung eggs bounced back to the originator. She still laughed when she put down her wand. I don't know why, it doesn't seem to be funny either. But Sylvia found that as long as the three of them stayed together, there seemed to be a wonderful chemistry, and no matter what happened, she just wanted to laugh.

"Aren't you going to do some tricks?" Fred looked at Sylvia, "Let's see what Miss Prefect can do."

"You want everyone to know about our night tour, right?" Sylvia glanced at the castle behind her worriedly, "Why don't you hurry into the secret passage?"

"Eh..." George stretched out his hand and made a move to stop them from going forward, "Why is the beating willow so quiet? Who of you pressed the scab?"

"No." Fred frowned, "Go, go have a look." He turned sideways and stretched out his hand to Sylvia, the girl hesitated but still held him Arms to his side.

"Which smart guy actually found our secret base?" George walked into the secret passage first, lighting his wand and pointing forward.

"That's not good." Fred looked back at Sylvia, "We'll have to find a way to catch that man later. By the way, Bunny, you'll be forgotten. ?"

"I really don't know." Sylvia was dumbfounded, "You think about the aftermath? Too thoughtful?"

"Is it very reliable?" Fred raised his eyebrows proudly.

"Shh!" When walking up the stairs, George made a silent motion, pointed to the wooden door in front and quickly backed back.

"No movement." Fred said in a low voice, "It doesn't make sense, someone must be here. Using a silencer spell?" Sylvia responded and pulled a silencer around the three of them. A wall of air with a spell.

"So defensive? Isn't this the first time? Could it be because I heard our voices?" George leaned closer.

"We haven't been here yet this semester." Fred tutted, "How did someone find out? Damn it!"

"Aren't you too nervous?" Sylvia asked with a smile, "Even if someone goes in, it's still from the school. Unless it's a professor, you don't think the three of us can fight together. Who?"

"Even the professors, we didn't do anything wicked." Fred continued.

"That's right! Searle!" George cheered in a low voice, "This is the courage you should have!"

"I admit, I'm more suitable to be a school bully than a good student." Sylvia turned and walked forward.

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"Then let's go get that stinky rat!" George waved his wand fiercely, like a sharp blade.

There is nothing wrong with thinking the worst possible. Even though Sylvia knew that Remus was at school, Peter Pettigrew couldn't have dared to enter the Shrieking Shack.

"Fred, what's the matter with you lately?" Sylvia held Fred's shoulder and looked him up and down, "Why is it more and more like that? already?"

"What's the matter?" Fred took out the tricks in his pocket and counted them, his eyes flashing a little sly.

"It's more than reliable? Have you changed your mind?" Sylvia laughed, "I feel like I don't need to use my brain anymore, it's all up to you."

"Praise me."

"You're awesome."

"Go!" Fred patted George on the back with great interest, and the two took out their wands and walked towards the wooden door. Sylvia also drew her wand and stepped forward.

George looked back at Sylvia, who followed their footsteps, and a helpless smile hung on his face. Fred is too coaxing in front of Searle, right? He pushed open the door before Fred, and saw the scene in front of him with a smile on his face.

"Go back now! Bunny!" Fred took a closer look, and when the weird guy in the room looked back at him, he immediately turned around and pushed Sylvia.

"Hey! Wait!" Sylvia didn't resist, she stepped back when she stepped back, and she quickly grabbed the handle of the stairs, but her body followed the inertia of her retreat to grab The right hand of the handle made a circle around the center, and the back of the head hit the handle with a loud noise, "You guys! Wait!"

Only hearing two explosions caused by bluff bombs, Sylvia got up almost as fast as she could, and even rubbed her head and put Fred and George back. Pull, and block the position of the door.

"Professor Lupin." Sylvia almost didn't catch her breath, she turned to face the surprised two and took a deep breath, "That's Professor Lupin! I see On the floor his old robe!"

"Fred you go first." George pulled Sylvia into Fred's arms.

"I think you're crazy." Fred grabbed the girl's hand involuntarily and was about to run down, George quickly threw another bluff bomb into the room, "That's Werewolf! Lupin is a werewolf!"

"He drank wolf poison! I saw it in his office before!" Sylvia grabbed Fred's arm and stood there, looking straight at him until he Stop when you receive this message.

"You mean—" George looked back at the wooden door and stopped rushing down the stairs.

React to realize how quickly the chaotic scene just happened. Sylvia and Fred looked at each other for a while, and when his nervous expression dissipated a little, he took his wrist and walked up again.

"So-" George leaned against the door and looked at the motionless werewolf in the room, "Professor Lupin, are you completely calm now?"

"Professor Lupin, it's us." Sylvia entered the room and sat down on the carpet some distance from Remus.

"You..." Remus said slowly, "I'm sorry for scaring you. Go back. You don't want to see me like this."

"We won't say it out." Sylvia said and leaned closer, "We don't think there is anything wrong with the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor being a werewolf."

"That's right." George continued, looking at Fred who was leaning on the other side.

"To be honest, it scared us at first." Fred glanced at the ground and confirmed Remus' wand and robe, "But don't worry, we won't say Get out. And what a cool thing to have a werewolf professor." Although his tone wasn't all that excited.

"What's cooler is that only we know." George readily accepted this fact.

"How do you know I'm drinking wolf poison?" Remus asked Sylvia. To be honest, the werewolf's face looked somewhat scary. And compared with the gentle and suave Professor Lupin in the past, this fluffy behemoth is quite unacceptable.

"I saw it in your office." Sylvia gave a soothing smile.

"Your potion is terrible, Searle." Remus shook his head in disbelief, "What did Bigfoot tell you?"

"He didn't say anything." Sylvia hurriedly explained, "Professor Lupin, if this is your important secret, Sirius won't tell anyone. You know how much he Value his friends."

"You're a smart witch." Remus looked at her again, "It's like a big foot in being clever."

"I really can't tell myself." Sylvia told the truth, "Wavlin taught me. You know his potions are good." The front is true, but the back That sentence is a lie. She asked for advice, but she really couldn't recognize it at a glance.

"He told you?" Remus smiled, but only made a whirring sound, "Sooner or later some smart students will notice. In fact, I know it will be revealed one day, I won't be at Hogwarts very long."

"What's this?" George laughed heartily, "You have the wolf poison potion and it won't kill us." He looked at Fred, but his brother didn't Take any word. He knew immediately what the problem was.

"Professor Lupin, you are a teacher personally selected by Professor Dumbledore." Sylvia said softly, "It means that he approves of you, he trusts you. He will not let you go ."

"His willingness to let me teach here is the greatest generosity." Remus shook his head, "If my case is revealed, I don't want to cause him trouble."

"We won't say it!" George said hastily.

"We can't afford to lose such a good professor." Fred spoke again, "You're the best Defense Against the Dark Arts professor we've ever met."

"Is this what you guys did?" Remus pointed to the room and smiled, "I was surprised to find someone here, but I haven't found a better change. And I'm not sure when the students stayed, maybe they've graduated. But seeing you—I'm not surprised."

"You are relieved, right?" Sylvia finally smiled knowingly, "Because we are completely reliable."

"Would you like to talk to us?" George also sat down, "About you and this place? Was this your territory?"

Remus looked at the three children in front of him, and then looked up at the full moon in the sky. He sighed softly and told his story to the young people.

By the time the three of them left the screaming shack, it was already late at night. But these three guys are too familiar with the castle, and this night is no longer a problem. It's just that they all seem to have their own concerns, and no one speaks along the way.

George was reliving the story of the Gryffindor pranksters. Sylvia thought about the next main line. Fred's words, it is not easy to say.

"You already knew?" Fred asked after entering the common room, "You already knew that Professor Lupin was a werewolf who drank the wolf poison potion, so you saw Wasn't he afraid at all?"

"Yeah." Sylvia nodded obediently.

"Harry said Snape gave Lupin a goblet," Fred strung everything together, "and when Snape came to class, you were there Pack?"

"Yes." Sylvia nodded again.

"Then why didn't you tell us?" Fred frowned, "Does Wafflin know?"

"No one said anything after I found out!" Sylvia felt Fred's displeasure, "I know that Professor Lupin doesn't want others to know, and he doesn't want me to know! So I just pretended I didn't see anything."

"You scared me to death!" Fred growled.

"Dude, calm down." George saw that the atmosphere was not right, so he spoke quickly.

"I don't know if you were ill at the time or if you were out of your mind, you didn't run and stood in front of us." Fred looked at Sylvia angrily, "But I was...you scared kill me!"

Once again because I put you in danger, what should I do if you have an accident? Fred never said those words.

You don't know how much I regret letting you take part in our night tour tonight when I saw the werewolf.

"I...don't be angry, Fred..." Sylvia didn't dare to let out the air, she said in a soft voice, thinking about how to coax Frey this time. Germany.

"In the future, if I ask you to run, you have to run, do you hear?" Fred seemed to be so angry that his voice was trembling.

"I don't want it." Sylvia immediately rejected the proposal.

"You..." Fred pointed at Sylvia, turned and walked towards the dormitory.

"He's fine, he won't be really angry." George smiled apologetically and whispered.

"You!" After Fred stepped on the steps, he turned his head sharply and looked back, "Does it hurt when you hit it?"

Sylvia hurriedly shook her head.

Fred did not say anything, turned around and hurriedly turned into the corridor leading to the dormitory. George quickly followed him, turned his head and waved at Sylvia, showing an incomprehensible smile.

The author has something to say:

Family, the ambiguous period is coming!

Let's raise the elixirs in our hands to offer our sincere blessings!

It's on the right track, kids!

I personally love that last part of this chapter, I think it's sweet, I love it! !

Searle Enlightenment Program 60%

I should be on the train going home when this chapter is over for review, hey, I'm finally going home for the summer vacation!

If nothing else, the holiday means I have more time to write, if the progress is ok, I will be ready to start adding updates

I hope I can do well in the final exam, at least not to fail! Begging, begging, begging! Hope you all have a smooth end of the term!