[HP Fred] I was the school belle at Hogwarts

On January 1993, 1, a steam train carried a group of young wizards back to Hogwarts. The train was no longer as silent as when they returned home for the holidays. One Christmas, the little wizards seemed to have forgotten about the "Petrification" incident at Hogwarts that happened one after another last semester, and began to sit together in small groups again, laughing and joking.

"Sigrid, what magic did you use on your nails?" Not long after she sat down, Daphne, who was in the same carriage, paid attention to Sigrid's nails.

"It's not magic." Sigrid pointed her fingers in Daphne's direction. "Muggle nail polish, do you want to try it?"

"Muggles?" Daphne was still very interested, but she stopped asking after hearing "Muggle items". She hesitated and said, "We British wizards don't accept Muggle items very much, especially pure bloods... …”

"Really? That's such a pity!" Sigrid pretended not to understand what she meant, and said regretfully, "I was planning to do a magic manicure."

Sigrid thought to herself, she is not a rigid British wizard, wait until she makes a magic manicure to see if you can use it...

Susie, who entered the car later, was also very interested in Sigrid's "manicure", and she was willing to let her friend try it on herself.

The witch on the opposite side of the carriage was quietly holding a copy of "The Century-old Rise and Fall of the Twenty-Eight Pure-Blooded Saints of Great Britain" without raising her head, while the two witches on the other side talked about the shapes and types of manicures to the production of manicures.

"I've decided, I want to make a big red one." Susie hugged Sigrid's arm. "My dear, will you make it tonight?"

"As you wish, Miss Nelson" Sigrid joked and gave her a kiss on the hand.

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The rest of January was uneventful, without a single "petrification" incident, and the campus life at Hogwarts returned to its usual busy and lively state.

In their spare time, the little wizards discussed the OLS level exam; some discussed the gossip in the school newspaper; some planned to buy the latest sunglasses for the twins; and some talked about some "nail polish girls" headed by Sigrid of Slytherin.

But the most discussed thing is Valentine’s Day, which is coming in February! I heard that Professor Lockhart has prepared a holiday surprise for the little wizards at Hogwarts.

Of course, not everyone is so happy, at least not Harry Potter!

He was isolated because he was a "snake talker."

Even wizards from the same school would run away when they saw him.

Fortunately, he also has a few friends who trust him behind him, such as the Weasley brothers, the smart Hermione, the kind Neville, the warm-hearted Lindsay...

The most important thing is that Principal Dumbledore believes in him!

One day in early February, after the library closed at 2pm, Sigrid held her unfinished History of Magic paper and planned to find an empty classroom to continue her struggle.

"Bang" she collided with a hurried figure at the corner of the stairs. The little witch she bumped into fell at her feet in a panic, and the book in Sigrid's hand fell to the floor...

"Are you okay?" Sigrid asked politely.

"I'm sorry." The little witch raised her head and glanced at her with bloodshot and red eyes, and quickly got up.

It turned out to be someone she knew - Ginny Weasley, Fred's sister.

Sigrid was about to ask if she needed to be sent to the infirmary when Ginny Weasley had disappeared at the top of the stairs.

"That's so rude," Sigrid complained. She didn't think much about the strange Ginny and put away her scattered teaching materials.

In the corridor on the fourth floor, Sigrid saw two familiar red heads, looking furtively through the crack of a classroom door.

"She must have done nothing good." Sigrid wanted to go behind them and scare them.

As he approached, before he could even touch the shoulders of the two twins, one of them turned around sharply.

When he first saw Sigrid, Fred's face turned red and he covered the little witch's round eyes that were still wide open in surprise.

Sigrid's feet were forced off the ground before she could react. The insecurity of weightlessness made her tightly grasp the stiff arms that were wrapped recklessly around her waist.

Sigrid was immediately hugged by Fred's waist like a doll and carried to the empty classroom next to her.

George looked at Percy who was holding a girl in the classroom and kissing him, and then at Fred who quickly ran to the opposite classroom with Sigrid in his arms. His smart head briefly forgot how to think...

In another empty classroom.

"What the hell are you doing, Fred Bad Weasley!" Sigrid looked at the wizard who let her go after entering.

"Please forgive me for being rude, Sigrid." Fred blushed for his recklessness, and his left hand unconsciously touched his right hand that was a little stinging.

Sigrid looked at Fred's right arm that had just held her, and there were two bright blood stains on it. She really didn't scratch it on purpose, she was just scared...

"Forgive you," Sigrid said awkwardly, and then changed the subject, "What bad things were you and George doing sneakily just now?"

"No, I just saw a pair of little mice. They were chattering quite interestingly..." Fred really didn't know how to explain it to satisfy her curiosity.

"Then why don't you let me see it?" Sigrid suspected that he must be hiding something from her. Fred had never been so guilty when speaking.

"You can't look!" Fred suddenly shouted. "Looking at the president's eye"

"You are so incomprehensible!" Sigrid was a little hurt. Aren't we good friends? Why can't I know.

Sigrid was a little disappointed, so she said "whatever you want" and left.

Fred looked at Sigrid's long-lost expression of arrogance and rejection, and knew that he had made her unhappy. He immediately rushed over and blocked the door while confessing, "Okay, they are a young couple. I won’t let you see it because it’s not suitable for children.”

As expected, Sigrid was no longer angry. She looked at him doubtfully, "Fred, are you a pervert? What's so good about a young couple making out? See no evil." Then she thought of the second half of his sentence word by word. The retort was "Besides, I'm not a child!"

The frustrated Sigrid did not intend to leave. She deliberately ignored Fred, a tall, thin and very present person next to her, and sat down on the nearest seat, intending to continue doing her homework.

Fred quickly sat down opposite the little witch and watched her open the history of magic textbook, trying to find a topic to talk about. "Sigrid, your new nails are so beautiful." But he was thinking why he painted them bright red? At first glance, he thought she was bleeding...

"Thank you!" Sigrid thanked her politely and continued writing her thesis without raising her head.

Fred stared at Sigrid's fingers holding the quill in a daze, his brain spinning several times, thinking about what to say before she would talk to him.

"Sigrid, why don't you consider making some patterns on your nails?" Fred said in a hurry.

"Huh?" Sigrid was a little curious about what he had in mind.

"I mean the nails," Fred explained. "Why just paint them with color? We can make nice... patterns on the nails?"

"For example?" Sigrid found it interesting. She put down her pen, crossed her arms and looked at Fred.

"Uh! For example...for example...the badges of the four colleges? Like your own name? Or the headshot of the Quidditch star?" Fred racked his brains to think.

Sigrid applied the pattern he mentioned to her nails.

A black snake coiled around your fingernail? too ugly……

Your own name? Too stupid……

The profile picture of a Quidditch star? I'm not star-chasing...

She was just about to say something about Fred's aesthetics, when suddenly an idea struck her...

Why don't I try putting flower petals, diamonds, and cute little animals like kittens and foxes on it...

It will definitely look great! She already had a premonition.

"Fred, thank you." Sigrid gave Fred, who was still contemplating, a big smile, and then said, "You are really my lucky angel!"

Fred looked at Sigrid who looked at him and looked at him with an unreal smile. He was flattered and said, "No... you're welcome."

The small mole on the girl's nose seemed to come alive. He unconsciously rubbed his index finger with his thumb - he really wanted to touch it...

The first time he noticed Sigrid was because of the tiny mole on her nose, which was very charming...

"No, in order to reward you for giving me inspiration, I decided..." When the little witch is happy, her dark green eyes are like stars in the sky, twinkling.

"I have decided to give you 2 gold galleons for every potion transaction from now on!" Sigrid raised her eyebrows at him, with words written on her face, "Isn't this reward great!" 』.

"Can I change the reward?" Fred put away his daze and looked at Sigrid helplessly.

"What do you want?" Sigrid asked.

"How about Valentine's Day chocolates?" The wizard opposite looked at the smiling Sigrid hesitantly and proposed the "reward" he had hidden in his heart.

"Have you never given chocolates to girls?" Sigrid was a little embarrassed. She had never given chocolates to anyone of the opposite sex.

"I only accept chocolates from the prettiest girls, and you are the only one who meets the requirements." Fred said, fearing that she would not be willing to coax.

Fred succeeded in pleasing Sigrid, "Okay, I can try to make one," the little witch agreed, "But if it doesn't taste good, you can't return it."

"Then we've made a deal!" How could Fred disagree? Even if it was slug-flavored chocolate, he would say it was delicious.

Next, Fred rarely sat quietly and watched Sigrid sometimes frown and sometimes nod as she wrote the paper seriously. An hour seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.

After Sigrid finished her homework, Fred insisted on sending her back to the door of the Slytherin lounge in the basement. He watched her go in before looking away and returning to the tower lounge.

grryffindor lounge

The firewood was still crackling in the warm fireplace, and many Gryffindor students were still playing chess and chatting on the sofa.

As soon as Fred stepped into the lounge, an arm tightly wrapped around his neck and pulled him to the inconspicuous window sill. It was his twin brother George.

George's eyes were smiling, his eyebrows raised, and he said ambiguously, "One hour, forty-two minutes and fifty-three seconds," as if he was ready to see through him.

"What?" Fred's thoughts had not yet fully recovered from the date.

"From the time you carried her into the opposite classroom to the time you returned to the Gryffindor lounge," George patted his shoulder and emphasized, "it's been a full hour, forty-two minutes and fifty-three seconds. Even our prefect Percy Been back for an hour."

"Do you believe it?" Fred was finally able to find someone to share his joy with. "Sigrid is going to give me chocolates on Valentine's Day!"

"Merlin's briefs!" George looked at the giggling Fred in front of him suspiciously. "Are you actually the future school beauty's first chocolate owner?"

"Wrong!" Fred said firmly, "It will be the last one, the only one!"

He wouldn't tell George what he gave up in order to become Sigrid's first chocolate owner...

If George knew about it, he would definitely not let him go easily...

Fred could only say in his heart, "I'm sorry, brother, at worst, Nimbus 2000 will let you fly for one more day every month."