MTL - HP Dear Miss Freak-Chapter 155 147. The Lion and Weasley

"Weasley is our king."

"Hermione is an absolute genius."

Sylvia sighed when she got the fake gold Galleon given by Hermione. The same will change the spell. If she hadn't read the original book, she wouldn't have thought of such a wonderful idea for the connection between members.

"So what?" Draco tilted his head and asked, "Oh, you have one It's nice, Miss Know-it-all, to applaud you."

"So, I also used the Transformation Charm. We can use this communication for anything." Sylvia excitedly took out two silver sickles from her pocket.

"Fake Silver Sicco." Draco flattened his mouth noncommittally.

"That's right! This is Yinxi Ke!" Sylvia laughed cheerfully, "This way, it can be well hidden around, and it won't be with my fake Galleon. Confused, am I very smart."

"But, why is there a Silver Sic in my pocket?" Draco raised one eyebrow.

The girl froze.

"I'm sorry, I thought it wrong." Sylvia gasped, "No, is Malfoy already rich to such a perverted level? Is this reasonable? ?"

"Exactly, not to be confused with other money." Draco seemed to be reluctant, "I can't believe that you actually gave Malfoy a silver cigar? Do you have any? Know my identity?"

"You won't lose face." Sylvia waved her hand, "When Yinxi Ke is hot, put your hand in your pocket and touch the letters that change on the surface."

"Okay. This will save you from arranging for me to patrol with you." Draco snorted and walked through the hall to the outside of the castle, "It's the stupid morning patrol you added. !"

"I'm supervising you personally, otherwise I won't worry about your work. If I say I'm targeting you, I'll admit it." Sylvia gave him a suitable excuse.

"Why don't you supervise Pansy's work?" Draco rolled his eyes, "Shouldn't you target her? I thought you hated her."

already."

"Because I think it's stupid for her to be mean." Draco twitched the corners of his mouth, "It's not just her."

"Is what Angie said about the infighting of the Slytherin team true?" Sylvia was very happy that the topic turned to the related aspects of Draco's transformation plan, "You should really see your ugly methods . Hurting our academy players with boring spells all day long."

"I'm not involved, and I don't bother to." Draco walked faster. "How is your new goalkeeper? Is it still that ridiculous?"

"Ron is fine." Sylvia said very seriously.

Draco smiled.

"Are you sure?" Draco did not hide his arrogance, "You didn't pay attention to training, but your best friends didn't tell you the truth? Think about it, before How much of the game you can win thanks to Wood?"

"Ron is really worse than Oliver... point. But Fred said that Ron's interceptions shocked him." Sylvia thought about her words.

"Have you seen this? Slytherin has one." Draco took out a crown-shaped badge from his pocket, inscribed: Weasley is our king.

"Can you give it to me?" Sylvia's eyes were shining.

"You like what I wrote? Wait, you're not too stupid to understand this is sarcasm?" Draco said slowly, slowly.

"What about him! Can you send me?" Sylvia asked again sincerely.

"What do you want?" Draco frowned, always feeling that there was nothing good.

"As a souvenir." Sylvia said with a smile, "Ouch! I beg you! Master Malfoy!"

"Take it." Draco gave her a distasteful look and handed the badge to her.

"Although I understand that you are mocking him, I still don't understand." Sylvia looked at the words on the badge and shook her head, "This is clearly a very beautiful sentence."

"You agree too?" Draco smiled.

"Weasley is my king anyway." Sylvia put the badge in her pocket in a good mood.

"It seems that Weasley has planned to make you a Weasley too? Have you come this far?" Draco suddenly laughed loudly, mixed with various Disdain and ridicule.

"How can you say such a blush?" Sylvia covered her face.

"Ridiculous, so you've decided to marry yourself to Weasley?" Draco looked at her.

"You will definitely come when we get married, right?" Sylvia asked enthusiastically, "Will you come? Leah is coming, you have to come with her."

"Weasley can afford a wedding?" Draco frowned. "I mean, you won't want me to sit on the grass, will you?"

"I'll warn you." Sylvia clicked, "Don't look down on Weasley."

Don't look down on Weasley.

But when Sylvia walked into the auditorium and saw a languid Ron, she understood why all the Slytherins were gloating.

If my opponent's hand is shaking with the spoon, so will I.

"You look like you've eaten a slug, Ron." Sylvia passed behind Ron and took a seat beside Fred, "You shouldn't have accidentally Did you use the slug spell yourself?"

Ron opened his mouth, only to swallow.

"Still eating the slug that unfortunately fell into your potion cauldron." Fred smiled and moved closer to his girl.

"That's fine." George seemed to be worried, "Even if he ate slugs. Little Ronnie seems to be so nervous that he loses his ability to eat."

"It's okay, Ron." Sylvia waved to Ron, "This should be the curse of the Gryffindor goalkeeper, Oliver can't eat before the game. It's not yours question."

"Trust me, Ron." After Fred swallowed a mouthful of the bun, he patted the crumbs on his hands, "If you don't eat it, Bunny will keep staring at you until you eat it. Full of energy to play.”

"Searle will give a passionate speech, the kind that will cheer you up by hammering a long table." George blinked sympathetically, not knowing whether he was in Mercy Ron is still the table.

"Oh..." Ron still looked ashes as he looked at the cereal in front of him.

Your hat! Luna!"

"Thank you, Syr." Luna came to the Gryffindor table with a hat shaped like a lion's head. "I support Gryffindor." She said and tapped with her wand Hat, it opened its big mouth and let out a lifelike roar.

To be able to disagree with people on their team shows that they are really using their insidious methods."

Although a large part of the reason is that my Draco makeover was a great success!

"You know there won't be any surprises at our level." Fred said confidently.

"Anyway, we will control the Bludgers." George gave a reassuring smile.

"I'm not sure..." Sylvia looked in Slytherin's direction again.

"I'm surprised that you taught that young master well." Fred said, raised his eyebrows and gestured to Draco, "I'm busy these days with some inappropriate The way to get revenge on those guys who are mad at us. I didn't see that guy laughing."

"I told you, he is illiterate, but not hopeless." Sylvia nodded.

"Be confident, buddy. You're really good." George lowered his voice, "That Malfoy seems to have a little argument with his dad. I'll say it was an accident, I And Fred accidentally overheard him talking to one of his friends with retractable ears..."

"About their children as Death Eaters." Fred spit out the words, "sounds like sharing."

"Is that him?" Sylvia lowered her head and used a fork to dip the pancakes on the plate with maple syrup, "The lanky one next to Draco? Theodore Nott?"

"It's him." Fred and George also lowered their heads and slowly emptied their plates.

"Hey! After everyone is ready, let's go directly to the stadium, check the situation, and change clothes." Angelina clapped her hands and said, Fred and George both gestured.

"Nott is very different from other Slytherins." Sylvia lowered her voice, "I've always thought they would be the most talkative than others, although Nott Reticent all the time. He had a Death Eater father like Draco and was as academically advanced as Draco. Nott often went to Professor Binns too, but he was very fond of people of my family. It was disgusting, so every time I went he would leave."

"Sounds an idiot too." Fred stood up after finishing his last gulp of pumpkin juice.

"There are a lot of idiots in Slytherin." George met the sneering gaze on the other side, said viciously, and also stood up.

"Then blow them up!" Sylvia got up and jumped in good spirits, "Ronald! Are you full?"

"Come on, Searle." Harry shrugged, apparently helpless.

"Don't force me...Sill..." Ron drooped his head in distress.

"Eat this and go to the competition." Sylvia picked up a piece of whole wheat bread from the long table, spread it with thick jam and handed it to Ron, "If you don't want to eat breakfast, then Quick fight, come back early for lunch."

"You can! Ron!" Hermione said eagerly. "You can play really well!"

"I miss the days when I could scold Oliver." Sylvia whispered, "It's a pity that Ron is not a piece of wood. It's even more frustrating after scolds."

"I miss Wood too." Ron looked up sharply at Sylvia.

"Don't take it out of context! You can jump into dialogue when you play games, right?" Sylvia said immediately, patting Ron's back hard, "Be strong, Ron, you don't So weak! Hurry up and stand up to play the game when you are full!"

Ron blinked before taking the bread into his mouth one bite at a time as if determined.

"Bunny, I think you're a little addicted to raising children." Fred shook his head, and was stabbed in the waist by Sylvia's wand.

"Too gentle, Searle. You should learn our mother's way of parenting." George suggested with a smile.

"I think I have Aunt Molly's true heritage to you." Sylvia smiled and stabbed George in the waist.

"Let's go." Harry looked relieved as Ron finished eating a whole loaf of bread.

"Good luck, Ron." Hermione tiptoed and kissed Ron's cheek, then gave Harry a smile and stepped forward.

Sylvia shook her head like this, watching Ron give Harry a dull look, and the two boys walked out together.

"Really dull." Fred also shook his head.

"Very worrying." George also shook his head.

"The game is over, good brothers." Sylvia smiled and pushed the two of them, "I wish you a quick battle."

Fred was about to take a step, then stopped and looked back at Sylvia, and pointed to his cheek.

"Think beautifully, hurry up!" Sylvia glanced at George, who had caught up with Harry and Ron, and pushed Fred again.

And Fred just stood still, with his slightly smug smile.

Sylvia rolled her eyes, stood on tiptoe, and dropped a kiss on his cheek.

"I'm here to cheer you on, Syl." Rebecca took a seat next to Sylvia in the audience.

"Why are Seid and Autumn sitting so high?" Sylvia looked up at the last row not far away, "Is that Marietta unwilling to sit in the same row as me? ?"

"You really have a problem with her." Rebecca smacked her lips.

"I don't understand why Qiu must let her join." Sylvia also smacked her lips, "I think the kind of thinking that I want to accompany her because I have a good relationship with someone should be completely eliminated."

"Siel, maybe the friends around you all have similar temperaments to you. But you know, some girls are just very little girls." Rebecca smiled softly.

"I know..." Sylvia knew, but at this juncture how could she be distracted by someone she didn't know at all?

At this time, Mrs. Hooch made a sharp whistle.

Sylvia raised the telescope.

"Damn it! Good girl!" Sylvia shouted excitedly when she saw Angelina grab the start.

"Wow...is it so fierce from the beginning?" Rebecca was obviously taken aback by the crazy figure on the field and Li's impassioned commentary.

"This Draco..." Sylvia turned the telescope to the other side of the arena, "It seems to be making progress."

"These two new batsmen in Slytherin..." Rebecca frowned. "Are they really going to play?"

"Oh, Crabbe and Goyle—" Sylvia looked at the batter and said calmly, "They're probably here to hit people."

As expected, the Bludgers hit Angelina.

"...Mont caught the Quaffle, and Monta dashed back with the ball - George Weasley hit a nice Bludger that flew towards Monty's head, He dropped the Quaffle, was picked up by Katie Bell, and Katie Bell in Gryffindor passed back to Arya Spinnet, who immediately—"

"I finally understand why there must be an explanation." Rebecca blinked forcefully, "This is too fast, can you see clearly?"

"I can't see clearly." Sylvia smiled and shook her head, "Sports are like this, Betty, what we feel is the atmosphere as a layman."

"What kind of layman are you?" Rebecca gave her a slight push.

"I'm a retired player." Sylvia heard singing from the audience where Slytherin gathered.

That little idiot Weasley, he can't block a ball, the Slytherins sing loudly, Weasley is our king.

"I still don't understand why they want to sing Weasley is our king?" Sylvia looked very happy, "I really like this sentence."

Weasley was born in a trash can, he always put the ball in the goal, Weasley made me win this game, Weasley is our king.

"But they're sarcasm, aren't they?" Rebecca couldn't help but frown, "Oh, why are they doing this?"

"For the sake of Ron's mentality." Sylvia raised the telescope again and looked at the position of the ball frame. Although she couldn't see clearly, Ron did look weak and helpless there alone.

"...Arya passes the ball back to Angelina! Come on, Angie! It looks like she has only the goalkeeper to deal with - a shot - ah!"

"No entry." Sylvia put the telescope down and rubbed her eyes.

Weasley is our king, he always puts the ball in the goal, Weasley is our king.

And the singing got louder and louder.

"I mean, if I want to satirize Slytherin and them, I can't sing Malfoy is our king, right?" Sylvia looked at Rebecca, and the two Shrug together.

"I think I understand what you mean." Rebecca also looked helpless, "but I think you have to let your goalkeeper understand."

"...now is the first test for Gryffindor's new keeper, Weasley, brother of batsmen Fred and George, the team's rising star - come on, Lo kindness!"

"Ah oh." Sylvia couldn't help shrinking her neck as she watched Ron pounce with his arms outstretched, and the Quaffle flew past his armpit and pierced right through the person The central goal ring.

"He's too nervous." Rebecca was a little anxious, "I think you guys should consider stopping the game? Adjust it?"

."

"—Gryffindor has the ball again, Katie Bell galloping down the field—" Lee shouted heroically in an attempt to drown out the deafening singing.

"They can't sing a second time." Sylvia clicked, "I will react to Mrs. Hodge, they covered up the commentary like this!"

"—Warrington again," Lee growled, "passed to Purse, and Purse passed Spinnett, Angelina, you can catch him—you can't —but Fred Weasley played a nice Bludger, no, it’s George Weasley, ahem, whatever, it’s one of them—”

"I've always wondered who the twins played better." Rebecca raised her eyebrows.

"Don't tell Fred." Sylvia lowered her voice, "George keeps playing better."

"What happens when Fred finds out?" Rebecca laughed wickedly.

"It will be unhappy." Sylvia also laughed, "If she is unhappy, she will act like a spoiled child."

Gryffindor conceded another goal.

"Why do I feel that you are not nervous at all?" Rebecca looked at Ron in the distance regretfully, "Fred can act like a spoiled child?"

"You won't have a chance to see it. That's Searle's exclusive Fred." Sylvia put down the telescope and looked at the cheerleader who was commanding Slytherin. Pansy Parkinson of "My biggest question is why did Professor Dumbledore choose Parkinson as prefect?"

"But you have to admit that she did nothing wrong." Rebecca nodded slowly.

"I think she has a problem with her character." Sylvia sighed, although she said that Draco before the transformation also had problems.

" - Angelina catches the Quaffle, throws off Warrington, rushes to goal, cheers Angelina - Gryffindor scores! Forty to ten, Slytherin 40-10 up, Purse got the Quaffle—"

"It's a tough battle." Rebecca flattened her mouth.

"It seems to be coming soon..." Sylvia noticed the figure of Harry and Draco advancing side by side, "But you are right, it is indeed a tough battle."

"Who of the two can catch the Snitch?" Rebecca blinked quickly, "They look alike."

"Fuck!" Sylvia stood up. Because Crabbe hit a Bludger into Harry's lower back.

"Is he all right? He flew out again." Rebecca pointed to Harry's figure flying out of the broom.

"I'll take a look." Sylvia stepped sideways out of the auditorium, trying to squeeze to the front.

Mrs. Hooch's shrill whistle, the uproar in the stands, sighs, jeers and angry shouts were all mixed together.

Harry caught the Snitch.

Sylvia saw Draco fall by the side, said something with a cold face, and turned to leave.

It doesn't seem like a big deal.

Sylvia was thankful that Draco didn't say that long list of unpleasant words when Monty came over and said something to Draco, while Draco didn't say something. After paying too much attention, the big guy and the other Slytherins walked towards Harry and them.

Not good.

Sylvia always felt that the situation was not good.

She saw Gryffindor slowly gather, except for Ron walking to the locker room alone.

As the Slytherins also gathered, they said something mean, while the Gryffindors glared.

"Hey!"

"Hey."

Sylvia was taken aback by Cedric's slap on the shoulder.

"I just went and spoke to Mrs Hodge about what Slytherin did, and she said she had us notify the prefects that each academy banned the cheerleaders from the auditorium over the narrator. "Cedric kept raising the volume, because the venue was getting louder and louder. "I was thinking that we should discuss the cheerleader support at the next regular meeting. How can it be more reasonable."

"You and I want to go together, I was just talking to Betty... Wait!" Sylvia's corner of the light glanced at the two figures rushing towards the Slytherin players, she Immediately, he rushed forward desperately, and came to the front row and directly turned down the auditorium.

"George Weasley! Calm down for me!" Sylvia hit the chaotic boys with an armor protection spell and bounced them off well. But George was about to rush up again almost immediately, and Sylvia had to hurriedly grab him.

"Sylvia, you didn't listen to them..." George shouted, but was pushed back by Sylvia, and stopped talking for a while.

"Don't..." Sylvia's other hand grabbed Harry.

What else? Sylvia didn't know either. Don't get into a fight just because they said something ugly? She looked at Harry, who was staring at her, and wiped her face hard before turning to the Slytherins.

Seeing that everyone's face is full of color, you know that the situation is not good. How many teachers are still sitting on it and dare to fight?

Sylvia glanced sharply at the auditorium, Pansy was already running to the teachers' chair with her hasty steps, and at first glance, she went to look for Umbridge to add fuel to it.

"What are you doing?" Mrs. Hodge had just finished teaching Crabbe and hurried over.

Sylvia turned around and pressed George's shoulder soothingly, and met Fred's eyes. This guy was stopped by the girls from the three teams and did not rush out.

To her surprise, Fred shook his head at her and said: No.

Sylvia knew that Fred was telling her not to say that he didn't control them.

"I've never seen this kind of behavior!" Mrs. Hodge stared, "Go back to the castle, you two, go directly to the dean's office! Go!"

"Remember to go to the medical wing and let Madam Pomfrey see it later." Sylvia stopped George, "I'm not good at learning healing spells at all. The same is true for you, Harry." Harry looked more terrified than George was still upset. In fact, from the moment Sylvia appeared, both boys immediately realized that they were too impulsive.

"I'll report to Professor McGonagall." Cedric hurried down, "This is obviously Slytherin deliberately provoking trouble."

With a kick, "Not to mention that if we do it, we will be at a loss, and we should learn a lesson."

Less lesson.

Sylvia suddenly thought that she had been helping to avoid various risks, but if they suffered less, would they still be the original them?

She looked at Cedric.

A Harry who did not experience Cedric's death, would he still grow up so bravely and quickly?

How much did I change?

"What's the matter?" Ron looked at everyone blankly, he had just returned from the locker room.

"It's nothing." Fred was silent for a long time and finally spoke, "The Slytherin group said some ugly things and started a fight, George and Harry were called to McGonagall The professor is there."

Ron's face looked worse than before.

Fred looked at Ron, walked to Sylvia and patted her on the shoulder: "One person comforts one brother, I'll find the one I'm good at."

"Go back." Sylvia sighed and came to Ron.

"If it weren't for me being so bad, they wouldn't make fun of us, and George and Harry wouldn't do it, would they?" Ron pulled out an ugly smile.

"Yes." Sylvia nodded.

"I will ask Angelina to apply for withdrawal."

"Is this out of the team?" Sylvia looked at him sternly, "Really? If I were you, I would only slap those guys in the face."

"You also persuade me not to give up on myself?"

"I don't want to persuade you not to give up on yourself, I just think don't waste your enthusiasm and courage."

Ron finally lifted his heavy head to look at Sylvia.

"You're not weak, Ronald." Sylvia sighed, "But you always put yourself low, you're no worse than anyone."

"You're joking." Ron snorted, "Did you know me on the first day? Don't you know me..." He seemed to be unable to continue, but puffed up again With all the courage, "My friends, my family, they are much better than me! I know that I am always holding back everyone, but I am also envious of them, and I want to be like them."

"Why do you envy them?" Sylvia raised one eyebrow, "Envy your brothers? Envy Harry and Hermione? I can tell you that you are very good! You are What a great wizard chess player? Only you can be a knight on a chessboard remember? I don't know what you think, but when I heard about your story under the trapdoor, I thought you were handsome!"

"Look, that's why everyone likes you so much, you can always see the good side of everyone, albeit in a bad guy." Ron shrugged, "I appreciate it. You, Searle. I'm just venting, let's go back."

"Let's be honest, yeah, you're ordinary, so what?" Sylvia said patiently, "What if you're just an ordinary, imperfect wizard? You can still Enter the Quidditch team with strength, have a group of excellent friends, and become a Gryffindor prefect." Sylvia shook her head, "You are the one who lost the game, and you are the one who won it. Your problem. There is only one, that is, I always forget how good you are."

"You know I'm not the best player, I just got lucky and joined the team." Ron shook his head, "Prefect? ​​I know everyone is thinking about Harry more. Should be a prefect. Because Harry is so much better than me isn't he? Except you."

"Do you think I'm the head of the students because I'm the best female student at Hogwarts?" Sylvia sneered, "Ron, Dumbledore chose you for the class. There is his reason for being a long. It's not that you are better than Harry, but you are more suitable to be a prefect, you have qualities he does not have, and Dumbledore is also optimistic about this."

Ron's chest heaved and he blinked quickly.

"I don't know if you know the Knight's Manifesto." Sylvia laughed, like the gentle sunshine in this winter, "I think it was written for you, Luo Well. You are a real knight in my eyes."

The girl patted the boy who was much taller than herself on the back, just like she did with another goalkeeper two years ago.

"They sang right, Ronald Weasley." Sylvia took the badge from her pocket. "Weasley is our king."

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Weasley is our king! !

I couldn't help but write 8,000 words in this chapter. Help, hahahaha, but there is so much I want to say. Just in time for Christmas, I will show you more content. Christmas goes so well with Weasleys too!

I really wanted to tell Ron he was awesome! He is definitely not the little transparent in the trio, his charm is no less than Harry and Hermione! I really feel like The Knights' Manifesto was written for the Weasleys! Weasley is our king! !

A Harry who did not experience Cedric's death, would he still grow up so bravely and quickly?

Certainly not. In fact, Searle's intervention will make Harry grow a lot less, but it also makes him a lot easier.

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