[HP Fred] I was the school belle at Hogwarts

In mid-August, Sigrid received her admission notice and third grade book list. It is worth mentioning that this year she can go to Hogsmeade openly.

On August 8, Diagon Alley was still as lively as ever, with a dazzling array of merchandise, bustling crowds, and chattering voices...

Sigrid carefully avoided the crowd and went straight to Flourish and Blotts Bookstore, planning to buy textbooks quickly and then go to Madam Malkin's robe store next door to buy two school uniform robes before going home.

During this summer vacation, she basically looked the same every week, and her height kept rising. During the most recent measurement, she was pleasantly surprised to find that she was only 160 centimeters away from 2. Her face began to shed her baby fat, and her figure also gained a graceful posture. An couldn't help being happy that he was finally free from the little girl.

In addition to the compulsory courses this year, there are also more elective courses. Sigrid and Susie had serious discussions about course selection several times last semester, and finally agreed to take the Care of Magical Creatures and Divination courses.

After buying a book and a robe, Sigrid planned to go home without any hesitation. When she passed the door of the Leaky Cauldron, the wanted posters posted on the wall attracted her attention.

What attracted her was not the man with sunken eyes and a ferocious expression in the large photo, nor the horrifying news that he had escaped from Azkaban, but his name - Sirius Black.

The last male heir of the Black family!

She has not forgotten Myrtle's crazy words before she was petrified, and her grandmother has a relationship with the men of the Black family.

"Hi, Stuart." Suddenly, a familiar voice from the side penetrated her ears, interrupting her thoughts.

Sigrid turned around in response, it was Harry Potter!

It's so rare that the famous Potter would greet her as a Slytherin! Sigrid thought with surprise as she raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Hello, Potter." Sigrid looked up at Potter who had already walked up to her.

"Are you okay?" Harry Potter's bright green eyes looked at her with concern. "I mean the accident last school year... you look fine now" Harry Potter stammered, as if Afraid of making her unhappy.

Sigrid secretly thought that "Potter is more educated than his unreasonable best friend", so she decided not to compare Potter with the troll for the time being.

"Speaking of which, I also want to thank you. I heard that you defeated the monster in the Chamber of Secrets." Sigrid nodded and smiled, releasing a little kindness. "Great Potter."

"It's nothing, it's all thanks to the Sword of Gryffindor and Fawkes..." Harry explained cautiously, a little flattered, and grabbed a handful of black hair that was sticking up everywhere.

"Are you also here to buy textbooks for the new semester?" It could be seen that the wizard opposite was a bit shy, so Sigrid kindly changed the subject.

"No - actually I live here" Harry raised his hand.

Sigrid looked in the direction he indicated, a small and shabby bar. Sigrid looked confused, "Didn't Harry Potter have a Muggle guardian? Why did he live in such a miserable place?"

Harry could see Sigrid's surprise and said with a hint of self-deprecation, "I turned Aunt Maggie into a big balloon and escaped from there. Mr. Fudge arranged for me to live here."

Ron and Hermione never showed up, and he couldn't help but want to find someone to talk to.

"You actually used magic on Muggles?" Sigrid sometimes really admired Harry Potter's courage.

"She insulted my parents. I was so angry and a little impulsive." Harry recalled the situation with a little regret.

"That is indeed what she deserves." Sigrid expressed her understanding of Harry's behavior. Even Sigrid could not remain indifferent. Of course, she would not be as impulsive as the stupid lion of Gryffindor, after all, she would let a Muggle suffer. The bad luck was so simple that she didn't need to take action herself.

It’s no wonder that Sigrid didn’t want to stay in Diagon Alley, it was such a mixed bag. Sigrid and Harry had just chatted for a few words when a powerful wizard stumbled out of the Pig’s Head Bar.

"First... credit, tomorrow..." He mumbled back and muttered vaguely, while rushing out, and poor Sigrid was knocked upright by him.

"Little Heart" Harry quickly pulled Sigrid over.

Sigrid leaned firmly in Harry's arms. She quickly breathed a sigh of relief and said to herself, "Fortunately, I didn't fall. It's so embarrassing."

"Miss Stuart... Are you... okay?" Harry asked softly, with a trembling sound coming from his throat, revealing an unconcealable nervousness.

Sigrid raised her head sharply and hit his chin with a bang. She realized belatedly that her hands were unconsciously pressed against Harry's chest, and there seemed to be an arm on her shoulders. .

A trace of shame and anger filled her heart, and her face turned red. She quickly took two steps back and said with evasive eyes, "I...it's okay, thank you."

Seeing Harry standing awkwardly with her, Sigrid quickly said goodbye to him with a few polite words.

They forgot to control their pace and hurriedly disappeared into the bustling streets of Diagon Alley.

It wasn't until she returned to the manor and stood on her own territory that Sigrid's shameful and angry mood calmed down.

In the evening, she sat next to her grandmother's portrait and chatted for a long time before pretending to be nonchalant and said, "I met a ghost at Hogwarts, Myrtle. She used to be a student at Hogwarts, my grandmother." , do you know him?"

"Of course, it was a sensation! It was a poor Ravenclaw, she was only in the fifth year when she died..." Grandma said slowly while petting the cat.

"She said...she said you and the wizards of the Black family..." Sigrid thought about it for a long time but didn't know what to say.

"Alphad Black"'s grandmother's eyes were empty and she stopped what she was doing, as if she was caught in the memories of the past...

Sigrid obediently said nothing. She felt that her grandmother might be preparing to tell her about the past.

"He is my first love. He is as handsome and outstanding as all the men in the Black family. I once thought they would get married." Grandma smiled slightly and continued, "We have been together since the third grade. In everyone's eyes, we are a golden boy and a beautiful girl. We are a match made in heaven." A couple even got engaged at the age of 6 with the consent of both parents."

"But - everything changed in the seventh grade." Grandma changed the subject. She closed her eyes and said word by word, "He told me that he fell in love with a hemp witch and begged me to break the engagement with him."

Sigrid held back her anger and looked at her grandmother who was lost in memories with concern.

"I can't believe it at all... He even wanted to be removed from the family to be with her," the grandmother said with a low expression.

Sigrid was simply shocked. There was a pure-blood wizard from a noble family who could give up everything for a witch. This was simply unreasonable.

"Later I secretly visited them in the Muggle world," she laughed at herself. "She is so ordinary, with a round face, a lot of freckles, and a fat figure - yes, she is pregnant."

"Ha! I was really unwilling at that time...I couldn't reconcile why she was so ordinary..." Grandma said while holding back tears.

The grandmother was silent for a long time. When Sigrid planned to leave secretly without disturbing her, the grandmother behind her solemnly warned her: "Those who use sex to disturb others will lose their lust and love to relax. Don't rely too much on your beautiful skin. The real Love is the union of souls.”

Sigrid turned to look at her grandmother with confusion, but the grandmother in the portrait returned to her previous elegant and dignified demeanor.

She spent the next few days making beauty potions, practicing yoga and reviewing new semester textbooks...

What makes Sigrid unbelievable is that there is a biting book in her textbook - "The Monster Book of Monsters". It is completely a monster. Sigrid has extremely regretted choosing the protection of magical animals. class, she thought about how Susie might feel the same way she did when she saw this book.

It is worth mentioning that she bought a lot of potion materials from Diagon Alley and has stocked up enough for three high-quality primary beauty potions for one semester.

Although her grandmother was right, love cannot be maintained by looks, but she was used to her perfect self, and she couldn't accept losing them at all - she would collapse!

In fact, she also bought three intermediate-level beauty potion materials. She will be in third grade when school starts, so she should be able to try higher-level potion making.

On the evening of August 8, Sigrid received her long-awaited reply when she was bored. That bastard Fred was finally willing to come back from Egypt!

Dear Sigrid:

I'm sorry to reply to you now. In fact, I had already left for Egypt with my family a few days before your letter.

I summoned your owl Shino before and wanted to write to you, but I don't know why I haven't been contacted yet.

I received your birthday invitation. It's a pity that I couldn't go to celebrate your birthday. I think you will be shining brightly that day!

I don’t know if you are free tomorrow afternoon. I will be waiting for you at the Goat Café in Diagon Alley. I eagerly want to give you the birthday gift I have already prepared!

Looking forward to hearing from you!

Miss you Fred

After Sigrid read the letter, she couldn't help brushing the signature on the lower right corner of the parchment with her fingertips. The corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up, and her heart was as restless as a turbulent lake.

Is this a date between a man and a woman?

When Sigrid was freed from all kinds of emotions, she found that the owl that delivered the letter was still lingering on the window sill. It seemed that it would not leave until it received a reply.

Her owl Snow was not brought home because she was in a hurry to return from Hogwarts. It was reasonable for Fred to find it. She secretly forgave Fred for not writing to her during the holiday.

Sigrid sat down quickly, opened a piece of parchment and wrote a reply.

Afraid that the owl would wait for a long time, Sigrid's reply was very simple, less than two lines: See you there at two o'clock in the afternoon.

The Burrow

A group of Weasleys who rushed home overnight were packing their luggage. From time to time, the crowded but cozy cabin could hear the sound of moving things, the sound of heavy or brisk footsteps coming back and forth, or the sound of noisy voices.

"Ronnie, watch your Scabbers, it's always running around under my feet. If I accidentally step on it, you will never have a pet again." Mrs. Weasley shouted loudly while pulling the suitcase to dodge. .

"I know, Mum," Ron said weakly.

"Mom, I'm going to be the Head Boy," Percy held the Hogwarts notice in his hand, suppressing his excitement and trying to announce in a calm tone.

"Mom, I was hungry. I had a sandwich for lunch," Ginny muttered, pouting.

"Children, pack up quickly! We have to leave for Diagon Alley early tomorrow morning. If anyone delays the trip, don't even think about the pocket money for the beginning of school!" Mrs. Weasley threatened.

"What about you, Fred?" George said slowly, nudging Fred next to him with his elbow.

As soon as Fred came back, he hurriedly rummaged through the mailbox. Looking at an invitation and a letter in his hand, he felt happy and disappointed for a while before slowly calming down.

He hurriedly wrote a reply to Sigrid and reluctantly looked back after watching the owl Errol flutter away slowly.

He hasn't seen her for 113 days, not even a back figure in the crowd...

In these more than a hundred days, I could only briefly let go of missing her except when I was sitting with George tinkering with inventions.

Sometimes he would even dream of Sigrid's smile and wake up in the evening breeze of a foreign land, and then he would have insomnia all night long.

"Mom, I've said it eight hundred times, I'm George." George next to him complained helplessly. He turned to look at Fred, who looked exactly like him, and gritted his teeth and said, "Fred."

Ron grabbed his Scabbers and stood in the corner, gloating and adding jealousy, "Mom, he did it on purpose. He has been depressed all holiday and doesn't look forward to the family reunion time at all."

"Shut up Ronny, go up and go to bed after moving!" Mrs. Weasley did not let go of Ron who was watching the excitement.

"Ahem...Mom, good night," Ron said wisely, and ran back to the bedroom in three steps at a time and quietly closed the door.

"Hey... you guys should hurry up and pack up, don't be late tomorrow" Mrs. Weasley whispered and left.

As a mother, she certainly knew that something must have happened to her son, but he didn't want to say it, so she could only calm down her emotions.

In an instant, only the twins were left in the living room, looking at each other. Fortunately, the Weasley owl flew back with Fred's thoughtful reply in its beak.

With quick eyesight and quick hands, Fred ran over to catch the owl before it landed, and received the long-awaited reply!

A minute later, he held the letter in front of George's eyes and said excitedly, "Look what this means?"

After saying that, without waiting for George to answer, he said directly, "She promised to come out to see me tomorrow. This is a date, alone!"

Fred had not felt so completely relaxed for a long time. He said intoxicatedly, "George, am I dreaming? Please pinch me."

George looked at Fred's stupidity, feeling relieved and frustrated at the same time. He couldn't help but quickly stuffed a toffee into Fred's mouth.

Seeing Fred, who was still indulging in his own inner world, suddenly his tongue swelled up and he was drooling. He said with a smile, "Of course this is not a dream. You won't be drooling like a pug in your dream."

After saying that, George quickly picked up the two people's luggage and ran away, secretly saying, "This summer's new invention is really good!"

Fred glared at George who had disappeared in a hurry. After the prank was over, he gritted his teeth and said, "You're dead, George." As he said that, he sneaked towards their bedroom.