Wild child

This is not such a prosperous town, but a place that belongs to life and leisure will always be lively on weekends.Fanny felt uncomfortable walking among the bustling people on Main Street, but that had nothing to do with being exposed to broad daylight—she didn't like her new disguise.

Oh no, it should be said that Emily Drew is very dissatisfied with her external image.She's a freckled, braces-wearing redhead with the uncompromising fat cells of any fast-food-eating teen, bloated by ankle-length coats.This is an extremely common image with little room for imagination. People who want to seize the rare good days before the cold winter are talking and laughing as they pass by her, and none of them will take a second look at her.

Emily herself had the feeling that whatever was tucked into the coat to camouflage her figure was about to slip out; her cheeks were puffed out to match the figure, and every gust of cold wind made her face feel Her skin was about to crack; not to mention that stupid braces, which must have worn her mouth out in places.

"Do you think I should show it to everyone with a goofy grin? That's a great way to be unobtrusive."

"Actually, I think that although it's unlikely in this image, it's better to take some protective measures in case someone rushes over to kiss you suddenly." Sirius said so at the time, with a stern face. "A camouflage is never too detailed, and you'll thank me."

Tired of the arguing and indeed somewhat buffed away, Fanny left the bivouac with him and split up before town.Keeping that thing in her mouth until now was by no means voluntary for Fanny, and 10 minutes after she set off, she found that the damn braces couldn't be removed at all, and she wasn't sure enough to make it disappear without hurting her teeth.Thinking back on the proposal to "change the disguise style" now, she was sure that bastard—if not completely, at least half of it—was messing with her.

Some people seem to really not understand what timing is. Fanny, who is a senior member of the troublemaker team, has only seen one person who would play pranks on his companions who "had been a bit stiff but had to continue to cooperate".

Of course, whatever the exact words were, Sirius meant it when he said he didn't want to see her die in an alley where no mouse could find it—it's just that she'd rather deal with Death Eaters most of the time.Maybe the reason why a person feels so deeply about not knowing what is good or bad is that the person himself is even more not knowing what is good or bad, but Fanny likes herself very much, so she just thinks that the chance to split up that she has won with all her words is like a vacation.

Not counting the trails that would not be marked on the map, the roads in this small town are astonishingly simple, and Fanny arrived at the designated location without flipping through the map.The mailbox was crammed with grime that might have dated back to before the two world wars, rusty where the paint had peeled off, and a rain-soaked cigarette butt on top.

The following scene looks like a frustrated fat girl talking to herself in front of the post box. When she first felt the gaze of passers-by under this image, she put her hand in her pocket and pointed her wand at the front of the mailbox. Fanny couldn't help rolling her eyes.The spell in her mouth continued, and she didn't want to do it again.

Fuck his covert theory, who said doing it in broad daylight was less noticeable than in the dead of night?

After reciting the first incantation, Fanny paused to make sure that no one was paying attention for the time being, and then recited a much shorter sentence.A blank envelope floated out from the slot, she caught it in mid-air, looked at it for a while, and then stuffed it back.

That means the spell is done, simple as that.Do the same for 7 postboxes in two hours, then find a place to wait for Sirius to call to inform you of the rendezvous location.Several locations are spread across 4 counties that aren't exactly adjacent, but that's not too much trouble for someone used to apparating.According to this efficiency, even if we have to be cautious in consideration of safety factors, it will only take about a month to connect the hundreds of postboxes at the key locations they marked on the map.

But she seemed to see someone checking the mailbox curiously after she walked away.

It was Fanny's idea to use the Muggle postal facilities, but Sirius, who was able to learn Animagee by himself in the fifth year, was proficient in Transfiguration that she couldn't even flatter her.He spent about an afternoon pondering a few incantations, reducing the workload to less than half of Fanny's original expectation.

Once this link is complete, it will be much easier for those contact points to inform Fanny of what is happening in the area.Write down the time and place of the incident, leave a designated spell on the paper and put it into the designated mailbox, and Fanny can take it from any of these mailboxes, and then select the most necessary reports from it and contact the appropriate reporter.

In principle, the less available mailboxes everyone knows, the better. As for how to contact journalists whose whereabouts are uncertain, Sirius' method is to cast a spell on a few pieces of parchment.Everyone's parchment has a corresponding one in Fanny's place. No matter what is written, it will have the same appearance on the other one. As long as it is marked as a finished manuscript after completion, Fanny knows that it can be used.

As for the publication of the manuscript, Fanny took the time to go to Knockturn Alley in early September, and kindly persuaded several peddlers to send some materials.Bill's simple magic circle was completed soon after that. After this departure, they could directly send the manuscript back to Mrs. Conwell's house, and also solved the trouble of having to go home to pick up the new issue after it was published.

However, Miriam was obviously very dissatisfied with her unemployment. Even if she was let out to fly for a while every day, her mood quickly became as bad as Smith, who had been stuck in the house for several months.Fanny tried to reassure her by prolonging the release, but Miriam always came back on time, and seemed to be well aware of the danger.

"Your bird has grown much more than you." Sirius sneered, "You should continue to take it with you to set an example."

"Is that why you have to come with me when you go out?" Fanny shot back.

In general, she should be grateful and admire Sirius, although it is not sure whether that guy made her life easier or more troublesome, but it is not bad to have a powerful wizard by her side in terms of business.

The last post-box was in the somewhat famous town of Stratford-upon-Avon, about twenty miles upstream from Torrance, where she had started.After finishing, Fanny swayed along the road in her memory to the exit of Shakespeare's former residence.Tourists came out of the dimly lit souvenir shop in twos and threes. Compared with her visit a few years ago, there was only an ice cream truck in front of the door missing, probably because it was almost winter.

The atmosphere of the town is still peaceful, neither lively nor overly deserted.Fanny can no longer remember the names of the old couple who stayed with her at that time, but she still remembers the scene she saw when she passed by the churchyard near the community church at dusk—the light was orange-red and dim, and the shadows of tombstones in different shapes were drawn very sharply. Long and uneven, they all point in the direction of the church, and there is a kind of magic in the shade of trees.

When she took out the parchment used to communicate with Sirius, she was considering whether to stay here for a few more hours. If nothing unexpected happened, it seemed like a good idea to take a few photos near the church in the evening.Of course, Sirius would definitely scoff at this, but he also admitted that it's not unreasonable to do a life-saving job to cultivate a little interest, and her little hobby is so normal that it makes people cry when compared to his cousin.

There were words on the paper, which surprised her a little.Sirius always preferred to Apparate out of nowhere and pop up out of nowhere, and never approached where Fanny could see.However, Fanny felt tense all over when she felt the wizard was nearby, and she barely restrained her instinct to greet him with a punch after she punched him black on the cheek or arm several times.After more than one time, Fanny didn't even bother to get angry, thinking that he had a problem of vomiting blood when he followed the plan.

And once he chose to go with the plan, then either something went wrong or he was in a good mood, or—see, something went wrong.

Meet at the west side of the town church in Mapleleaf.

Evidently written in haste, the handwriting was still legible—for an illegible message was useless, and she couldn't forget the point.Well, the situation is urgent.Fanny turned into a deserted alley, took off her long coat and stuffed the small bag in her pocket, recalled the location of Maple Leaf Town on the map, and disappeared.

A beautiful Sunday, in this devout town with more churches than bars, people are praying for gods and destiny, and four or five guys are trying to blow up the building with the most prayers together - God probably doesn't hold grudges , but Fanny hoped that he didn't love those people.The atmosphere in the town was already quite off when she arrived, or to put it simply, the feeling of a large-scale spell could already be smelled with her nose.

These guys obviously prefer simple accumulation of power over technical work where one plus one is greater than two. According to Sirius, most of them are rookies, and there is nothing to worry about.No matter how credible these words are, Fanny is not too nervous since she has experienced contests with even greater disparity in combat power.And she felt that if a conflict really broke out later, the most likely cause of her death was that Sirius was correcting her posture during the duel.

"That layman's pose opens up your chest."

here we go again.Fanny moved the wand she had just raised an inch to the lower left according to Sirius' usual "teaching", hoping that this would stop his mouth.

"Strutting in such a prominent position, the Order of the Phoenix doesn't need daredevils."

Fanny took back the foot she had just stepped out, squinted her eyes and watched Sirius dodge out, and then followed behind.The posture and angle were the same as before, but Sirius didn't say anything.

Moving to a place less than ten feet away from the lawn on the south side of the church, Sirius made a gesture, Fanny raised her left hand and stretched out her right wand, a fire that was very inconspicuous under the sun lit up with a loud noise , They immediately heard the sound of the human body falling to the ground.

When Fanny is invincible, he has to be opportunistic. Usually, when Fanny is busy rushing manuscripts and looking up information, Sirius would dump Weasley products when he has nothing to do. Inspired by Fanny before, he quickly became effective and easy to control. Sweeping stun fireworks, nosebleed fireworks, decoy bomb fireworks, fever fireworks, dung egg fireworks, etc. - it's a good idea to make a place stink like a dung yard, but Fanny doesn't know how to make dung eggs so beautiful and eye-catching Whatever it is.

Practice has proved that the effect is not bad, Sirius took advantage of this moment to quickly lift the disillusionment spell of those people.The loud noise attracted some people, and when they realized that the situation was wrong, they immediately chanted a spell or took medicine to stay awake. The two people realized that they had been bathed in curious or suspicious eyes.

I don’t know if it’s to maintain the illusion of harmony. So far, there hasn’t been an incident of blatant massacre of Muggles, so as Fanny and Sirius expected, they chose to bring the unconscious Companion Apparate.

Seeing that the Muggle Repelling Curse and the duel were not needed, Fanny took a few photos to create a little wind blowing away the effects of the fireworks, and then left immediately with Sirius, leaving the rest to the Incident Reversal Team to worry about.Now as long as they leave the residence, they use false identities. It's okay for people from the Ministry of Magic to investigate, but troubles are always not too little.

As soon as the two of them appeared in a bare forest, Sirius' routine criticism began again.

"The old problem is still there, the bad habit of shaking your wrist will slow down your spell casting speed."

Fanny focused on looking down at the content she just took, and just snorted.The things that Dumbledore gave were naturally extraordinary. Not long after Fanny set off, she discovered that not only did the quality of the pictures taken by it be quite good, but it could also show traces of spells and adjust the shooting time within a certain range, that is, Say you can press the shutter on a place and take a picture of the scene there a few minutes ago.

"Nott has been in prison for so many years, but he hasn't lost his ability." Sirius also bent down to check, "I don't know the other standing one, he should be new here since he is so young. The one who fell in front This one seems to be Crabbe, and still looks stupid..."

His long black hair fell down to Fanny's neck, she frowned secretly and pressed a button, and the thing just photographed was projected above the camera.Sirius got up and read the remaining few photos, and didn't express any opinions until Fanny put away the camera and started looking for a place to camp.

"you……"

"What a way to get tracked, churches are great landmarks. So I wouldn't put them in a magazine, send them to the Daily Prophet or Wizards Weekly or send them to my dear ex-boyfriend Lovesickness." Fanny couldn't bear it and fired, "They will only become part of the memorial book after the war or rot in my grave. Does that satisfy you?"

A moment of silence.

"I just wanted to say that overall you've done a good job," Sirius said stiffly and slowly.

Fanny exhaled heavily.

"Of course you would say that."

Looking for a place, setting up camp, and setting up the protective spell, Sirius only said two words during the whole process, one was "You are busy with your work, I will keep watch" when he turned to leave, and he didn't intend to make up for the lunch that was over.Fanny also had no appetite, so she stuffed him with a piece of bread and got into the tent without saying a word, shutting out the other sentence "I might throw up if I put this thing in my stomach".The sudden warmth reminded her that it was almost December, and judging by the low gray clouds over the mountains, it might snow soon.

Fanny knew she should feel guilty towards Sirius, but all she could think about was what she had to deal with after being dizzy with all kinds of boring words for the next day and a half.

There was the luxury of expecting a pleasant traveling companion from a man who had been a neighbor of a Dementor for twelve years and had suffered a severe head injury, as Fanny soon discovered.Even by her ever-lowering standards, however, life with Sirius was tough enough.

In front of Lupine and Mrs. Conwell, Sirius still pretended to be happy and funny.Now he often keeps silent for several hours with a gloomy face, and then he either denies or ridicules when he opens his mouth. The battle extended to basic necessities of life.

Who says you'll get used to it after spending time with annoying guys?With the exhaustion of patience, no matter what Sirius did, it would drive Fanny a little bit crazy.What's more, sometimes she doesn't even think it's "a" annoying guy, she seems to live with the mean daddy old-fashioned grandpa hooligan boy at the same table and the damn male mosquito at the same time Even with the traceless expansion spell In a tent not much bigger than a small apartment.

To hell with you, Sirius experienced Blake!Fanny would sometimes think viciously, if she loves to be someone who has been here before, then she should go, as if old age has something to show off.

Those disputes were just personal grievances or internal conflicts, but Sirius' performance in the non-two world often provoked her to almost smash his straight nose like Dumbledore.

Since the nightmares he had had since the two of them went out were worse in tents, Fanny chose to stay in hotels or find someone to sleep with whenever possible, and it turned out that Sirius became the nightmare itself.She had to apologize to someone over and over again, because he would complain at any time and anywhere that the room was leaking, the heater was too hot, and the cooked macaroni was sticking together like a ball of rags.

Then whether it was a nightmare or being kicked out by the unbearable master, Sirius' mood would deteriorate to a new level. Challenging things that she was not good at never seemed to have any good results for Fanny. The attempts all ended with them yelling at each other.There were moments of sheer annoyance where she considered leaving him and apparating away, and she always felt that it would be a matter of time before one of her and Sirius did so, and that returning to a life of unencumbered exile might do him a favor. Mindset helps.

So in fact, Fanny didn't feel guilty at all, and even felt happy to cause trouble to Sirius—even though she still had to pay for it afterwards.

After pouring out a pile of books that were thick enough to block a death curse, Fanny's fingers paused on the edge of the black satin bag, where there was a line of clumsy small words hand-embroidered with black reflective silk thread——TomyFanny.The slightly raised touch made Fanny feel a little calm in the irritability, which was the same as the gold coin in her pocket that was used for communication, which made her feel a little pitiful.

The last meeting between her and the giver of this packet was by no means peaceful. Every time the memory touched the desperate entanglement between the two and her own uncontrollable tears, it would make her feel tearing deep in her body, but until Now she was still taking solace in things about him.

Taking a deep breath to clear the thoughts in her mind, Fanny ordered herself to focus on the book and unfinished manuscript in front of her.After the interview, Lucas Ferinelli said that his team needs some time to conduct research, so she still has to be in charge of the history column before December, which is an impetuous task.

All right.She thought, start with the Glorious Revolution and the drafting of the Secrecy Act.