MTL - HP Dear Miss Freak-Chapter 138 One Thirty, Nightmare Come True and Black

"Eight thousand miles of cloud and moon."

Don't.

Sylvia knelt on the ground with a face ashes.

She raised her wand and sent a red spark to the sky, and she sent several strings as if unwilling. She also didn't know whether the spark should mark herself or Harry.

Am I…

Maybe…

That’s it…

Killed Harry?

Sylvia saw the hedge on one side make a path, and a patrolman came towards her with a lit wand. Perhaps they were curious why someone was signaling at the center of the maze. If there had been a duel here, a victor would have been born.

They followed Sylvia's dull gaze towards the empty base, as if they couldn't understand what was going on.

"Call Professor...Professor Dumbledore..." Sylvia's voice trembled so much that she felt incredible, she even forgot to put her hand down, "Go call Professor Dumbledore! Hurry up! !"

The patrolman seemed to be startled by her, opened his mouth and didn't have time to say a word and was startled again by her.

"Hurry up! Something happened! Hurry up!" Sylvia shouted, but at this moment, footsteps were rushing towards here.

What gives you the confidence to be first to the finish?

Sylvia covered her face and lowered her head.

Why the **** didn't you eliminate Harry in the first place?

Because she didn't dare.

How could she let everyone watch her kill Harry at the very beginning just to win? As a prefect, as a senior, as a friend, and even more as a relative in a sense. How could she possibly get it?

Like Furong said, it is reasonable for them to join forces and agree to the outside world.

She really is just an ordinary person. There are people who can consider what is in the greater good and sacrifice everything. She can't even give up the eyes of others and the friendship of her friends.

Yes, is that correct?

Professor McGonagall was the first to rush up to check on Sylvia, she asked eagerly over and over again: "Are you all right? Miss Tonks?"

Harry, Voldemort, Barty Jr., Moody. Sylvia closed her eyes tightly, her mind was in chaos, but she warned herself to be careful with what she said now.

Because Mad-Eye was standing on the edge of the base at this time, he obviously felt that he had succeeded and could not control the joy in his heart.

"Where's the Goblet of Fire?" he asked again knowingly.

"What happened, Sylvia?" Dumbledore looked around and walked over to Sylvia, with a big warm hand on her shoulder.

"Harry, was taken away...the portkey..." Sylvia looked up at Dumbledore, pursing her lips together ugly, "The Goblet of Fire is a portkey."

"What?"

At the same time, Snape was also speaking, and he was in the darkness in a black robe, so that Sylvia never noticed him.

"Is what you said true?" Dumbledore frowned and looked at McGonagall uncertainly.

"I don't know why..." Sylvia gritted her teeth and growled, "He must be in a very dangerous situation! I knew from the beginning that his name must be put in the Goblet of Fire. What a conspiracy!"

"You calm down first, Sylvia." Dumbledore patted her shoulder in relief, "We need you to tell us some details. Did you notice anything wrong? "

"Did you see him being taken away?" Moody looked impatient and turned away immediately after Sylvia nodded, "I have to go and see, Someone moved the hands and feet of the Goblet of Fire, what's the situation?"

"He..." Sylvia immediately noticed that this guy was going to run away, but she just opened her mouth, but she couldn't find any suspicion of him to say.

This year she didn't get a clue at all.

What am I doing?

Sylvia's mind was in chaos.

In the first half of the year, I was depressed, and in the second half of the year, I was in love.

After thinking about it, this year turned out to be a private matter of love between children.

"He he he he... ah!" Sylvia suddenly covered her head and screamed, and Professor McGonagall put her in his arms in fright.

"Calm down, Sylvia." Dumbledore said patiently, patting her on the back, "You saw Harry being taken away by the Goblet of Fire, and then you Just signaled for us to come over, you did a great job, Searle."

"No no no no—" Sylvia shook her head frantically, "I shouldn't, Professor! Harry...I...I don't know...I don't know..."

"Calm down! Miss Tonks!" Professor McGonagall was obviously frightened too.

This may not be right or wrong. But the result was unsatisfactory.

I'm so scared, Voldemort is resurrected, and Harry, what if he never comes back?

, and always give him high marks during the game! Krum! Krum is under the Imperius Curse! He solved Fleur first and then came to deal with me! Check his wand! He has used it more than once. Forgiveness Charm! How could Mr. Crouch be completely mad? Moody! Mad-Eye Moody! He helped Harry a lot too! It's him!"

Sylvia gasped, trying to control her emotions: "Professor Dumbledore, on the day the Warriors were chosen, it was Moody who said it was an extremely profound Confusion Charm! It was him! Said you could put Harry's name in as a fourth school student and make sure he was the only one for that school!"

"Alastor?" Dumbledore frowned, turned to look in the direction Moody had left, and then looked at Snape. The Potions Professor left almost halfway through hearing Sylvia speak.

"How could this happen?" Professor McGonagall was obviously in disbelief. "What the **** is this—"

"Don't be afraid, Searle, leave it to us next." Dumbledore patted her hands tightly clutching his arms, the girl's hands were still shaking slightly, "Minerva, you take her out first and call the other professors. We have to search this maze carefully, and we have to greet Mr. Krum and Mr. Bagman."

Sylvia followed Professor McGonagall out of the maze, but the moment she stepped out, she suddenly stopped and took another step back.

"What's wrong? Miss Tonks?" McGonagall looked back at Sylvia, while the girl just covered her mouth and shook her head, taking a few steps back.

"I dare not..." Sylvia choked.

She doesn't dare to face everyone, she hasn't figured out how to face everyone.

"Your family is very worried about you." Professor McGonagall looked at the auditorium in the distance and then at Sylvia, "Professor Dumbledore is already telling everyone the situation inside. , I think, you... oh my dear." Professor McGonagall could no longer preserve her calmness as she saw Sylvia's clear eyes welling up with tears.

"I'm fine." Sylvia wiped her tears and followed Professor McGonagall around the maze to the auditorium.

How could it be okay?

Sylvia looked at the turbulent crowd, and looked at Sirius who was standing in front of Dumbledore with a nervous look.

"Sirius..." Sylvia looked at her uncle, and opened her mouth as if she had lost her soul.

"Syr? Syr! What happened? You tell me what happened inside?" Sirius hurried over when he saw Sylvia.

"It's all my fault..." Sylvia uttered a few words with difficulty, "I promise you to pay attention to Harry's business, I always knew someone was going to plot against him, but I still look at him..."

"Silly girl, are you alright?" Sirius checked her condition repeatedly, and when he held the girl's shoulder, he felt her trembling violently, "I heard that in Krum The Imperius Curse and the Unforgivable Curse on you?" He seemed to avoid talking about Harry, even though he knew better than anyone that he couldn't avoid it.

"I don't know... Harry he..." Sylvia felt bad, and everything was bad, "I could almost stop him. I just watched him Taken in front of me..."

"Don't do that." Sirius hugged his little niece, "You didn't know this was going to happen, didn't you? We'll find a way, it's alright, Harry will be alright ."

"No...it's not like this..." Sylvia lowered her head and dared not look at Sirius, "I should think of a way... You keep reminding me that I should pay attention to whether there is anything wrong ...I should have found it."

Not so.

She knew this was going to happen from the start.

"Sylvia!" Dora also ran over and pulled Sylvia in front of her, "Merlin, how are you? Are you not injured? Damn it! How could it happen? Such a thing?"

"I don't know..." Sylvia shook her head and saw the Tonks and his wife rushing towards her, and threw herself into her parents' arms.

"Professor Dumbledore is already taking action to search the scene." Ted rubbed Sylvia's head in relief.

"In case Harry..." Sylvia gasped sharply, she didn't know what she was going to say, "Harry will be fine, right? He will be fine Is it right?"

"Calm down, Ciel." Dora rarely spoke to her sister in a gentle tone.

"You need to rest." Andromeda frowned tightly, as if she would shed tears in the next second, "Be obedient, Searle, let's sit down first. I believe it will soon be There will be news."

Suddenly, an eerie green light flashed across the sky in the distance. Sylvia once again saw the huge skeleton appearing in the night sky, as well as the harmful python, which came out of the skeleton's mouth without any suspense.

Sure enough, the words shouldn't be said too early. Compared with the World Cup, the current scene is more like a death sentence for Sylvia.

That little Barty is no longer installed.

Sylvia's mind suddenly went blank, and the momentary fragment made her a little at a loss.

"That's..." Dora stared at the Dark Mark in the sky, Sirius slammed back to Karkaroff, and the Tonks looked at each other with wide eyes in fear .

And Sylvia, she looked back and saw Fred who was standing not far away looking at her, and walked towards him slowly.

Fred just stretched out a hand and took the girl gently into his arms as he took his hand.

Sylvia didn't say a word, just buried her face in Fred's arms. It was the warm air that reassured her like sunshine and grass. She drilled into her arms again, and then heaved a long sigh of relief.

Fred made a reassuring gesture to Sylvia's family, patted the girl's back lightly, then lowered his head and said a few words of comfort.

"Fred."

"Huh?"

"I'm afraid."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Sylvia lowered her head in his arms and loosened his waist at the same time. Instead of looking into Fred's bright eyes, she turned her head to look at Snape, who came hastily.

"Where's Moody?" Sirius stepped towards Snape, who ignored him and walked straight to Dumbledore.

"No way..." Sylvia also walked slowly towards Dumbledore, trying to hear their conversation clearly, "No way, no way..."

Her head seemed to wake up suddenly, as if she was finally able to sort out her thoughts and face reality.

"Bunny, listen to me." Fred took her hand, but let her go. "It'll be alright, you trust me."

"That's Barty Crouch Jr.. He's not dead." Snape spat out the words coldly, "His Potion was out of date while I was tracking. , showing the prototype."

"What? Not dead! How is it possible! That Moody was pretending to be Barty Jr? He spent a year in school pretending to be Mad-Eye?" He was about to take out his wand and pointed it at Snape's head. "What about Moody? What about Barty Jr.? You let go?"

"I want to talk to you, Dumbledore. If I heard correctly, Barty Jr. said that the man was coming back, and he sent the news long ago." Snape just looked at Dumbledore, and Dumbledore looked at Sylvia.

But Sylvia just waved her hand, covered her mouth, turned helplessly, and staggered away for a long distance.

Snape went after Barty Jr., it was impossible to catch him back.

Sylvia knows better than anyone. Snape will be the biggest undercover agent in the future. After Barty Jr. revealed his identity, it is impossible to attack him again, let alone arrest him. Dumbledore knew this very well, and it was the biggest trump card. If Barty Jr. informs all Death Eaters that Snape is not theirs, the consequences would be unimaginable.

And if Snape just revealed that he has been undercover at Hogwarts, and then let Barty go, it will be more credible than the original situation.

What's more, Barty is definitely a very tough opponent even if it is a head-to-head match. Snape couldn't guarantee his arrest either.

Fred followed quickly, he just stood beside her. He didn't even dare to touch her, because the girl in front of him was so fragile that she seemed to faint at any moment.

"He ran..."

Sylvia thought she was going to cry. But she couldn't squeeze out a single tear. Just like when people are dying, they will only be disappointed, and they will no longer express their emotions. Her mind was racing so fast that she didn't even know if it could be worse.

There was a lot of noise behind her, but she didn't have time to think about it. She just put her hands together on her chest and prayed over and over again that Harry would come back safely.

Fred waved in George's direction, signaling him to return to their family. The rest of Gryffindor's friends gathered around when they saw George turn and come back.

Rebecca has been watching Sylvia from a distance, but she knows that what her best friend needs now is Fred alone. She looked at Cedric and Qiu, who were snuggling next to her, and showed a shallow smile.

Astoria is also paying close attention to this place. Compared to Sylvia, Draco is actually in a worse state. She's smart and of course knows something big is going on. But she didn't dare to look at Draco, knowing that Draco didn't want to be watched at this time. So she looked at Sylvia.

For some reason, she always felt that the pronoun of this girl should be hope or miracle.

Suddenly, there were several screams in the commotion behind. Sylvia turned her head sharply, and when she saw Fred, she immediately turned to look. And the crowd seemed to be surging, many people ran in one direction, and many people shouted Harry's name.

Come back, just come back.

Sylvia turned her head sharply, but only breathed a sigh of relief and closed her eyes.

"Bunny?" Fred looked back at Sylvia, stretched out his hand and pulled her back slowly.

"He's back, Voldemort he's back."

Sylvia couldn't see Harry from the outside of the crowd, but could hear Harry's voice clearly.

Fred looked down at Sylvia and squeezed her hand tighter.

"What's the matter? What happened?" Fudge said with a pale face, but Sylvia felt that she still had the energy to stare at him.

"He's back—" Harry couldn't get any worse, "He used my blood—"

"He needs to go to the medical wing! I'll notify Poppy!" Professor McGonagall said eagerly, looking at the wound under Harry's robe and clutching her chest with great pain.

"Can we talk again tomorrow? He needs to rest." Sirius said eagerly, too, but apparently he loosened his frown slightly in relief when he saw Harry.

"I'll take him there." Dumbledore said and led Harry towards the castle slowly, and the crowd gradually dispersed under Bagman's organization. Snape was no longer there, and he seemed to be taking a few other professors to find the real Mad-Eye Moody.

Okay, not important.

Then it will really be handed over to Dumbledore.

Sylvia took Lafred's hand and motioned him to follow her in the opposite direction. The two of them walked a long distance before they sat down under the moonlight.

"Sorry, I dare not go to see Harry now." Sylvia whispered, "I don't know how I should face him."

"My mother and they will all go to see Harry. Don't worry." Fred also relaxed, "Not to mention that Sirius is still here."

"He said—Voldemort is back—" Sylvia let out a long sigh, then let out a dry laugh, "Fake Moody's gone again... can it get any worse?"

What have I done?

Is rotating the astrolabe making the astrolabe more and more broken?

There is one more little Barty to deal with? How much trouble would that be?

Sylvia looked ahead like this, unable to explain her mood for a while. Much is fear, much is unease, but the expression is indeed unusually calm.

"Bunny, can you hug me?" Fred muttered, and Sylvia noticed that his face was worse than before.

She hugged her boy so hard that he rested his head on her shoulder.

"I just saw Harry...I was just thinking...it's very unkind." Fred smiled wryly and shook his head, "Fortunately you weren't the first to get the door there. The key, or I don't know what's going to happen."

"Will die."

Sylvia said mercilessly: "I will die."

"I beg you, stop talking about this now..." Fred laughed especially ugly, raised his head to face Sylvia again, and brought their nose tips together.

"Fred." Sylvia said seriously, "I don't want to, but we have to face this. That's why I can suddenly calm down. I don't want to be in When any danger comes, be as helpless as now."

What's the use of crying? What is the use of hysteria? The girl seems to suddenly understand what it means to be human and still have to look forward. This is not a perfunctory consolation, this is the truest truth under powerlessness.

Sylvia wants to stand up and shout at this moment I'm **** stupid Voldemort!

"What?" Fred knew what she was referring to, but couldn't help but ask.

"Separation, death, or something worse." Sylvia squeezed Fred's hand tightly, "I know it's cruel. But I think if it's with you , I'm not afraid of anything."

"I won't let you risk alone anymore, you'd better stay by my side." Fred lowered his voice, but quickly changed to a more relaxed tone, " Yes, you are no longer free, give up."

"I love you, Fred." Sylvia whispered, kissing him softly, "I love you."

"I love you too."

The author has something to say:

The Goblet of Fire dungeon has come to an end. In general, I still think that this year's plot is quite exciting when I look back now.

I let Barty survive, because of my eccentricity, but I also wanted to make the plot look better.

Searle will be even more busy next time, I even want her to talk about love and have no time, it will make the child suffer!

I’ve been very busy this month, I’m still preparing for a very important exam, and it’s Mercury retrograde and schoolwork pressure or something, I hope the end of this month can be a little smoother, and I hope you can all go smoothly one day! Thank you to the little angel who voted or irrigated nutrient solution for me during the period of 2021-10-2308:47:59~2021-10-2708:07:37~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 3 bottles of cheesecake with milkshake; 1 bottle of vinyl chloride;

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