MTL - HP Dear Miss Freak-Chapter 139 One-three-one, assembly and re-departure

"Ah goodbye friends - why are you hanging on?"

If there is anything to be thankful for, Sylvia is still able to continue to greet Cedric. It seemed to remind her that it wasn't all that bad.

Harry explained what happened to him, and Sylvia listened to the detailed process from Sirius. Unexpectedly, Barty Jr. was too excited because of the big event, and revealed a lot of plans to Snape as if touting his achievements.

Dumbledore also seemed to start preparing, and many people became nervous. And some people are clearly too nervous, and the solution is to deceive themselves.

That's Cornelius Fudge.

A Triwizard Tournament where no one died, Fudge seemed more proof that Harry was just talking nonsense.

Sylvia doesn't want to scold him anymore, I just ask you to turn out her fairy tale and read more.

"Sylvia, you haven't spoken since you came back from the game." Angelina sat on Sylvia's bed and hugged her, "You don't rest! You just sit like this Dazed in bed!"

"That's right, dear." Arya nodded embarrassingly, but tried to find some happy topics, "Well...the holidays are coming, right? We girls must have a date once."

"I'm fine." Sylvia sighed, holding the lion doll on one side in her arms. She didn't want to worry her friends, but it kept her awake.

"Come on, how can you possibly be okay?"

Suddenly, Fred's voice came from the lion doll. Sylvia was so frightened that she threw it out.

"Damn it! What the hell?" Sylvia stared at the doll that was thrown at the other end of the dormitory, and looked at the equally shocked roommates.

"Bunny, it's me." The lion's cheerful tone obviously didn't know his situation, "It's the real me."

"Okay you..." Sylvia understood in an instant, staring at the lion dumbfounded, "You didn't make a voice assistant, you made a phone call?"

"We asked Dad to install a phone in the house several times, but he never understood." His tone was very disappointed, "But we did it, just a spell can link me and you .I actually always wanted to tell you, but didn't get the chance."

Patricia and Emily looked at each other and pulled the curtains without saying a word. Arya and Angelina rolled their eyes at the same time, and got into their bed.

And Sylvia just jumped out of bed, dragged the little lion to the window and shouted, "Fred Weasley!"

The window next door was opened, but before Fred could stick his head out, Sylvia threw the doll precisely into the boys' dormitory.

"Hey! Don't do this!" Fred picked up the little lion that represented him and returned to the window, stuck his head out and looked at his girl with a smile, "I thought you liked this little bastard. of."

"A spell can link? Can you tell me honestly whether this is a phone or a monitor?" Sylvia sat sideways directly on the windowsill, staring at him fiercely.

"What? Listening? Of course not!" Fred hurriedly opened his hands to make a gesture of surrender, and the moment the little lion fell, he hurriedly reached out and grabbed it.

“He has—he’s eavesdropping every day—” George’s voice echoed in the boys’ dormitory, “Perverted Fred—”

"Really not!" Fred didn't even dare to look away to stare at George, for fear of appearing guilty, "But when it comes to eavesdropping, we're doing a new trick to steal Listen. But I'm not trying to eavesdrop on you! We call it telescopic ears."

Say it, right?"

"No, no." Fred laughed silly, he seemed to have been enjoying the situation, "I did this to make a phone call, and then I found out that we didn't really need this. You see , you shout, won't I be coming?"

"Tell me the spell." Sylvia stretched out her hand involuntarily.

"Of course of course, and then I think you'll want to meet-" Fred said and disappeared from the window, returning with a rabbit doll in his hand, "It's not hard to guess, right? It's a couple."

"Okay, Fred." Sylvia snorted coldly, "You've been arranging me since then, right?"

"I said - it's a matter of time." Fred hugged the two dolls in his arms proudly, "Aren't you convinced?"

What's choreographed?"

"You know I like you the most." Fred pointed to the smirk on Sylvia's face, "Bunny, smile more. Stop frowning, okay?"

"So you contacted me with a doll all of a sudden, just to tell me this? To make me happy?" Sylvia admitted that she was no longer so depressed after Fred's trouble. .

"What?" Fred pretended to be crazy, "No! I just suddenly miss my dear Bunny! You know how much I love you."

"Love me so much?" Sylvia narrowed her eyes maliciously again, "Give me the rabbit, I want the rabbit, you **** take it."

"No! Bunny is mine!" Fred refused decisively, and threw the lion doll hard, Sylvia almost missed it.

"Hey! What do you want a rabbit for!" Sylvia watched as Fred closed the window relentlessly, "Fred, why are you babbling!"

But there is no response from the other party. Sylvia looked at the quiet dormitory, and she knew that her friends were complaining about how stupid they were.

And she knew how stupid it was.

But she just had fun.

At the most troublesome age, there is a person who is willing to protect himself and accompany him to make trouble. How enviable is that?

Sylvia turned off the lights in the dormitory and got into the bed with the lion doll in her arms.

This night, maybe you can have a good dream.

"Another year," Dumbledore said, looking at the students at the long table, "it's over."

Sylvia was delighted that this opening was not followed by a eulogy, nor was Hufflepuff's long table clouded by pathos.

"I have a lot to say to you all tonight," Dumbledore looked at his students, "I think you have a lot of questions, how did the trophy get manipulated? Yes. What brought our warriors back to the field, bruised and battered? Who planned it? Who did Harry escape from?"

"Voldemort."

Sylvia muttered, saying the name at the same time as Dumbledore. She saw that her principal was looking at her at this time, and he couldn't see his usual gentle gaze under the reflection of the mirror.

There was a nervous murmur in the auditorium. Almost everyone stared at Dumbledore in horror and disbelief. Sylvia looked at Harry, who seemed calmer in the crowd.

And Fred took Sylvia's hand, and he saw her frown again. When the girl looked back at him, he gave a reassuring smile.

"The Ministry of Magic doesn't want me to tell you that." Dumbledore continued, "Some of the parents of my classmates may be shocked by what I've done—either because they can't believe Voldemort is real back, or because they thought I shouldn't have told you about it, since you're still young. But I believe it's always better to tell the truth than a white lie."

Sylvia ignored the terrified faces of the students and looked at Draco. His face was paler than ever.

"Malfoy looks so nervous." Fred snorted softly, as if he was more certain of the conclusions he had drawn at the World Cup.

"Of course he's nervous." Sylvia said softly, and held Fred's hand tightly, "A smart person knows what's going to happen next, not to mention those A shrewd Slytherin?"

Voldemort is resurrected, who is better than who?

Sylvia couldn't help sneering in her heart.

Some people cover their ears, some people close their mouths, some people can't open a door and can't find a way out, some people have a window opened in front of them, looking at A smile appeared from the darker front.

"Let's raise a glass to Harry."

Dumbledore turned to Harry solemnly and raised his goblet. Only then did Sylvia refocus on the speech, and also stood up and raised her glass. Almost everyone in the auditorium did. They whispered Harry's name and toasted him.

"The purpose of the Triwizard Tournament is to enhance and promote mutual understanding in the wizarding world. Given what is happening now, given Voldemort's return to life, this connection is more important than ever." Deng Bridor looked at his friends from afar, "Every guest in this auditorium is welcome at any time as long as they want to come back. In view of Voldemort's return to life, we can only be strong if we are united, and if we are divided, we will be vulnerable. Voldemort's methods of creating conflict and hostility are brilliant. We can only fight it to the end if we show the same unbreakable friendship and trust."

Sylvia turned to look at the Slytherin table, Leonie raised her eyebrows at her, and on the Ravenclaw table, Norman smiled following her.

It was a sunny day, at least for Sylvia's last summer vacation, a good start. The hall was crowded with students returning home, as well as friends from other schools who were about to return home.

"It's really nice to meet you, Sylvia. I'm going to find a job in the UK and hope to see you again soon." Fleur smiled and shook hands with Sylvia Shaking hands, he walked in Harry's direction.

"Me too, Fleur." Sylvia smiled and waved to Fleur's back.

"Sylvia! Guess what?" Patricia suddenly hugged Sylvia from behind, "My pretty girl, remember? She left me a contact address! We You can write letters!"

"But you're holding my girl now." Fred just declared his sovereignty a little, then turned around and continued to discuss their trick business with George.

"Patricia, after so many years, I didn't realize that you like girls." Sylvia smiled and rubbed her head, "Care for love bravely, girl."

"Don't let Kenny hear this." Patricia lowered her voice, "Didn't his goddess graduate this year? Just went to confess, but failed."

"It's really cruel, especially our group of friends has a high level of love..." Sylvia was not referring to herself, but Robert and Emily who had left hand in hand , and Li and Leoni who are kissing goodbye, "Leo, just stay."

"I still have my last year." Leonie shrugged, "I will come to England after graduation next year, let me see you at the station for the first time, Searle."

"I will miss you." Sylvia stepped forward and hugged Leoni.

"Then do you miss me? Miss Sylvia?" Norman walked behind Sylvia with light steps.

"My boyfriend is there, pay attention to what you say." Sylvia turned around and looked at him with her arms folded. She used an exaggerated tone and kept trying to hold back her smile.

"What?" Fred just noticed, looking at Sylvia innocently, "God, who is your boyfriend? Why are you so careful?"

"You're a small eye!" Sylvia smiled and pushed Fred away and looked at Norman again, "Of course I'll miss you too, thank you for your help this year."

"I'm going to let you down, Miss Sylvia." Norman laughed, speaking in an inexplicably like his cousin's voice, "You don't have to think about me, because I intend to stay in the UK."

"You want to stay?" Fred looked at him sharply.

"I applied for a good job." Norman took a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Fred.

"Saint Mungo?" George put his head close, "Are you going to be a therapist?"

"Good job." Fred nodded. "If you go to the Ministry of Magic you'll meet this annoying guy named Percy."

"So I think we can see each other often." Norman took the letter back in a good mood, folded it and put it in his pocket.

"Are you sure you're not cursing me?" Sylvia stared and smiled, "I hate St. Mungo the most!"

"Why?" Norman did not expect Fred and George to ask together. The two of them had already heard about it, but they never dared to ask.

"You know that I often riot with magic power." Sylvia pouted, "As soon as there is a riot, go to St. Mungo, and when you go to St. Mungo, it must be a riot. St. Mungo, riot. Understand?"

They all shook their heads.

"Anyway! Anyway! I don't understand!" Sylvia depressedly patted the palm of her left hand with the back of her right hand, "Anyway, when I went to St. Mungo's, I thought of the annoying feeling of that magic riot. As soon as you enter St Mungo's, your mood will explode!"

"You often riot—" Norman couldn't help but burst into laughter, "I'm sorry, Hoddle always said that those children who can riot are useless when he was a child. "

"He's the best!" Sylvia sneered and took Fred's arm and walked out of the hall, "Goodbye Norman! We should go to Hogsmeade It's the station!"

Sylvia knew that this train would not have Draco going to make trouble with Harry. So she started by pulling Fred and George into the cubicle of the triangle.

While they were talking enthusiastically about what Dumbledore would do now to prevent Voldemort from making a comeback, they played the improved Crackling and Blast cards and stuffed various snacks into their mouths.

"Then, can you tell us?" In the fifth game, Harry looked at George, "Who are you blackmailing?"

"Oh." George shrugged, "That's it."

"It's a long story-" Fredera's tone was obviously a little smug, especially when he noticed Sylvia's secret joy, "This is quite a wonderful story."

"Come on!" The three children obviously couldn't wait.

"Where did you start? Yes, yes, the one we blackmailed, hey although we weren't blackmailing him." George narrowed his eyes, "Ludo Bagman."

"Do you remember the time we bet against him at the Quidditch World Cup?" Fred quickly took over, as if he couldn't wait to say the best part , "That's when we bet Ireland to win, but Krum will catch the Snitch."

"Remember." Harry and Ron didn't understand why they suddenly brought up the Quidditch World Cup.

"Well, that fool paid us the Leprechaun's gold coins, which he picked up from the Irish mascot."

"So what?"

"So what?" Fred said this, still looking a little annoyed. "The gold is gone, isn't it? By the next morning, not even the shadow!"

"But—that must have been a mistake, didn't it?" Hermione asked, looking at Sylvia uncertainly. But this senior didn't plan to steal the show, she prefers to laugh inexplicably in the face of famous scenes without saying a word.

"Yeah, that's what we thought at first." George laughed bitterly, "We thought that if we wrote him a letter and told him that we were wrong, he would Money back to us. But that's not the case. He ignored our letters! We tried to talk to him over and over at Hogwarts, but he was always making excuses to get rid of us."

"In the end, his attitude became very bad." Fred tutted, "He told us that we are too young to gamble, and he will not give us a penny .Including our principal!"

"But that's all your savings!" Ron said excitedly.

"That's up to you." George glanced at Ron, "but we found out later that Bagman was in big trouble with the goblins. He borrowed a lot of gold from them. . After the World Cup, they jammed him in the woods and stole all the gold from him, still not enough to pay off his debts. They followed him all the way to Hogwarts and kept a close eye on him. He gambled and lost It's all gone. Do you know how that fool is going to pay the goblin's debt?"

"How?" Harry asked.

"He's betting on you, man." Fred couldn't hold back his smile. "Bet a lot of money and bet you'd win. And—"

"Then." Sylvia knew it was her turn, "I'll go and threaten Bagman that if I don't return all the money to Fred and George, I'll be the first in the game. One kills you."

"You really said that?" Harry laughed.

"I will really do this." Sylvia gave a threatening look, and immediately laughed.

"But if you win the game, you get the money! That's a lot more than Fred and George won!" Ron suddenly slapped his thigh.

"It came to the point of little Ronnie. So, he has to pay back." Sylvia snapped her fingers, although it didn't make a sound, "I don't care about this matter anyway. Loss, and he's betting on my credit. He's betting on whether I'll change my mind after taking the money. But these are longer-term concerns. If he doesn't do what I say, how can those cunning goblins let go past him?"

"This trick is quite capable." Ron widened his eyes and nodded.

"Don't look at whose girl this is?" Fred took Sylvia's shoulder.

"It's not over yet." Sylvia snapped her fingers again, "Didn't Harry win the game in the end?"

"So Bagman got his wish?" Hermione asked.

"Then I told the goblins what I was talking about with Bagman." Sylvia grinned, "I told them that Bagman and I made a deal to get I put water in the game."

"Merlin's beard!" Harry laughed, "You too..."

"It's horrible!" Ron and Harry shouted in unison.

"Who dares to bully me?" Sylvia snorted coldly, "Don't ask first?"

"It suddenly occurred to me." George patted Fred on the shoulder, "In the future, our trick shop will be specially taken care of by Aurors."

"What do you say? Bunny?" Fred looked at Sylvia in a good mood.

"I want to see—" Sylvia pressed her knuckles, "Who dares to stand in your way?"

"Fred-George-Searle-wait."

When they reached platform nine and three quarters, Harry stopped his three senior friends.

Sylvia turned with the twins. Even with a hunch, she was stunned to watch Harry open the box and take out the prize money he won at the Tournament.

This is too much! I rely on!

"Take it." Harry shoved the bag into George's hand.

"What?" Fred was stunned.

"What's wrong with you?" George pushed the bag back to Harry desperately.

"No, I don't." Harry smiled. "Take it and keep inventing. It's an investment in the joke shop."

"Dude, you need to calm down." Fred let out a smile.

"Listen." Harry looked more determined than Sylvia thought, "If you don't take it, I'll throw it in the gutter. I don't want it, nor do I Need it. But I need some laughter, we probably all need some laughter. I have a feeling we're going to need more laughter than usual soon."

"You heard it just now." Fred pulled Sylvia closer to him, "My Bunny helped us get the principal and what we deserved. Back, we've been working on the opening fund. I appreciate your support, Harry. Don't worry, just give us the joy you need."

"And give your thousand Galleons to Gringotts." George put his hands in his pockets and smiled, "Or? In the gutter?"

"But..." Harry looked at Sylvia, as if hoping she would come and propose that the twins keep the money.

"Listen to me, Harry." Fred noticed Harry's careful thoughts, and said again, "Since I have my Bunny, the trick shop is no longer so simple. Yes. Originally, that was my and George's business. But now, that's my promise to my dear proprietress."

Sylvia looked up at Fred in surprise, her eyes shining with joy.

"Simply put, man." George shook his head with a smile, "Don't get involved in their greasy and crooked love! I'm already superfluous, are you going to accompany me? "

"Okay then." Harry looked at the uncontrollable smile on Sylvia's face, put away his bonus, and rushed into the pillar first.

Sylvia grabbed Fred's arm as George rushed in. The two of them stayed in the stands.

"What's wrong?" Fred asked softly.

"Just listen to my hypocritical words." Sylvia also softened her voice and took his hand, "Fred, thank you, I love you."

The author has something to say:

A very daily transition chapter belongs to yes

Norman stayed, and he didn't seem to appear much in this year's plot. But he will play a very important role in the future. Leoni will come to the UK after graduation. I really like them both! I love writing originals so much, the next one will probably explode hahahaha

When this chapter was released, I estimated that my exam was almost the same, I hope I can pass it!

This October gave me a big surprise, my collection broke 3,000, and it really grew rapidly! I also saw a lot of new faces, and of course I am very grateful to old friends for their continuous support. I really want to write a little more and update a little bit more, but I am indeed a little too busy.

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