MTL - HP Dear Miss Freak-Chapter 187 177. Small leisure and small plug

"I'm the proprietress of Weasley's Trick."

"Ouch."

Sylvia almost collided with Mr. Arthur in a turn. Fortunately, the young Miss Auror quickly turned around and dodged to the side, and even supported Arthur who almost fell.

"Uncle Arthur." Sylvia admitted it was her fault. Ever since she started thinking about how to save Dumbledore, wandering has become a normal part of her life.

"Searle?" Mr. Arthur regained his footing, "Merlin, I heard that the Auror department has been crazy lately?"

"Busy is really busy, and madness has long been mad." Sylvia smiled helplessly, "It's not easy for you."

She seems to have successfully integrated into the workplace and quickly turned into an old fritter.

"I went to check the Malfoy Manor today." Arthur pointed to the documents in his hand, "This is the second search, but nothing has been found."

"With the shrewdness of the Malfoy family, I will definitely wipe away all my bad deeds." Sylvia nodded.

"You also think they are hiding something, don't you?" Arthur also nodded, "The behavior of their family is really hard not to be vigilant."

"But unfortunately I didn't get any handle." Sylvia said.

"Actually this raid was because of Harry." Mr. Arthur looked around to make sure no one was there before speaking, "He and I assured him that he saw little Malfoy asking Bock to fix something for him. ."

"He is in contact with black magic?" Sylvia lowered her eyes. She had gotten word the other day that Draco wanted to fix the Vanishing Cabinet to send Death Eaters to school. However, this guy is also the first to kill, and Sylvia knows too much what he is doing, and how much he is hiding.

But it was this, Draco's action that gave her and Dumbledore a chance to talk.

"But it turns out that nothing was found." Arthur sighed, said goodbye to Sylvia, and strode away.

Just a few days ago, the day Andy was discharged from the hospital, Sylvia thought up the words and started writing to Dumbledore. And it was almost a few days ago, probably the day Sylvia sent Rebecca's family abroad, that she met Dumbledore. I don't know if this is thanks to Brother Bird's tireless bombardment of letters, but the old principal met with Sylvia after a Phoenix Society meeting.

"Sylvia, listen to me first, okay?" This was Dumbledore's opening remarks, which made Sylvia a little uneasy at that time.

But she politely replied.

"I see the method you mentioned in your letter." Dumbledore smiled kindly, as if this would make Sylvia temporarily forget his charred hand, "I am very grateful You are still worrying about my affairs when you are busy. Don't worry, I know what to do."

"Really..."

"I think I should be more honest with you. This is the consequence of me dealing with one of Voldemort's Horcruxes." Dumbledore held out his lifeless hand, "I am Soon the Marvolo Ring—the ring of Voldemort's ancestors. It turned out to be trickier than I thought."

Sylvia nodded in understanding.

"You should have not forgotten that Voldemort wanted Draco to kill me." Dumbledore reminded, "No matter what, I'm dead, child."

"Draco won't kill you!" Sylvia said.

"Draco probably won't, but it's Voldemort who kills me." Dumbledore smiled again, "Do you understand what I mean?"

Of course I understand.

Sylvia pursed her lips.

"I think you know that he has a brilliant idea of ​​letting the Death Eaters in." Dumbledore didn't seem surprised by her silence, "You and I both know who asked him to think What is the purpose of letting the Death Eaters in?"

Silvianane nodded.

"I promised you and I that Draco would not be punished by Voldemort," Dumbledore continued.

"Are you thinking that you are dead anyway, so let him kill you?" Sylvia looked at him.

Dumbledore nodded.

"You negotiated everything with Professor Snape as if I were a trouble." Sylvia pursed her lips, "One spy does seem to be enough. It's all right."

"It sounds like we're complaining that we didn't let you join our discussion." Dumbledore liked this little girl, "Of course, as a teacher, my students don't need to be burdened with this Heavy bitterness." He raised his eyebrows, "I guess Voldemort insisted he would do it, and the other Death Eaters wouldn't dare do it. So I'm going to..." His eyes gleamed playfully, "even though Sev Luth didn't feel the need to tell you, but I wanted to say I told Severus to shoot before Draco."

"So Snape can eat this bitter fruit?" Sylvia swears that she really blurted out without noticing.

Dumbledore looked at Sylvia with some surprise and laughed cheerfully.

"How unfair is this to Professor Snape?" Sylvia folded her arms and looked at the old professor in front of her, "No one can kill you, so you can only live."

"Severus has been helping me determine my situation." Dumbledore pointed to his penetrating hand, "Of course, Norman and you are excellent wizards. It's just...Searle, I don't think I'm saved."

"We'll find a way!" Sylvia said hastily.

"I'm surprised you've been expecting. Although you always do, this is what worries me the most." Dumbledore lowered his voice, "If it ends in my death, You're still living with self-blame, which I don't want to see."

"I..."

"So that's why I agreed to talk to you privately." Dumbledore came to her and pressed her shoulder, "Searle, you know, it's cruel, but My days are almost over."

"It looks like Snape and I can take this." Sylvia teased, showing an ugly wry smile, "I'm not kidding myself, I know very well..."

"There is no way to revive the dead in this world." Dumbledore said this with a little sadness in his eyes.

"So! We can solve this curse! So you don't die!" Sylvia's mind was very clear.

"Do you believe me? Syr?" Dumbledore sighed, "Leave it to me, I can handle everything."

"Of course I believe you." Sylvia's voice trembled, "But, Professor, you can't count your own death in the resolution of everything."

Dumbledore was moved, he knew that a little girl had made the greatest possible strength in front of him.

"Because I believe in you, I have great confidence every time I face Death Eaters and Dark Wizards! I believe we will win! Because of you! You can give us If you bring peace once, there must be a second time!" Sylvia said excitedly, "Just why, in your plan, this beautiful world does not have you?"

"It is because you believe in me that you think I am omnipotent, and you think I will not die." Dumbledore's tone was somewhat helpless.

Sylvia finally cried.

And Dumbledore seemed relieved. Although he didn't know if Sylvia had taken off her brash attire or if her inner ivory tower had collapsed.

Sylvia simply remembered that night, the night she watched Dumbledore fall from the observatory. She burst into tears, which confirmed the sentence "You think I can do anything, and you think I won't die."

Yes.

So she couldn't accept it.

"I have a solution." Sylvia wiped her tears and simply said straight, "It can be solved - or must be solved - this matter."

Dumbledore just looked at her peacefully.

"So, don't even think about dying." She stared, "Now that you know it, you will be fully prepared. I will try my best not to let you die."

The plan is a plan that Sylvia has been thinking about for a long time. This time, she must successfully avoid all kinds of accidents.

She's not alone this time.

Norman, Dumbledore and Snape. They must succeed in turning the corner.

"Ah!"

Sylvia wandered here without paying attention to the road. And this time, he rushed straight and collided with the comer.

"I'm sorry!" Sylvia hurriedly grabbed the figure who was about to fall.

"Well...it's okay." said the young and gentle voice, regaining his footing.

"Miss Bullstrode?" Sylvia is very happy to meet Diarra again, she has been wanting to be with this obscure Slater since the last time Lin has a chance to talk.

"Hello, Miss Tonks." Diarra smiled briskly, thanking her for making her feel like an old friend at the moment.

"Sorry, I've been uneasy recently." Sylvia apologized again.

"It's okay." Diarra nodded understandingly, "You guys are too busy. We're all saying that you walk into the Auror office as a wizard, and you may come out as a ghost."

"Quite accurate." Sylvia laughed.

Going outside is really going to be a ghost at any time.

She laughed silently in her heart.

"Where are you going? It looks like you..." Diarra looked at the direction Sylvia was coming from, and seemed to plan to guess something.

"It's nothing, it's time to get off work." Sylvia waved her hand, "Just think about something... work on the way back."

"Any new troubles lately?" Diarra said, and politely took a step to the side so that they were no longer face to face blocking each other's path.

"It can only be said...the real situation is always worse than what you heard." Sylvia smiled embarrassedly.

At this moment, a few chattering witches came from the other side of the corner, their laughter and laughter were full of joy at the end of their work, as if they had completely forgotten how big a crisis was lurking outside.

"But everyone has confidence in the Aurors." Diarra was also attracted by them and said with a smile, "A lot of dark wizards have been arrested and brought to justice, aren't they?"

"Yes..." Sylvia said, but a familiar name drew her attention again.

Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.

"I don't want the ten-second pustule removal effect to be sold out when I go today!" One of the witches said with a stare.

"When we go today, we can remind them not to let the out of stock happen again. I'm going to buy a pygmy pine!" Another witch said excitedly.

"Last time, the owner of the trick shop recommended it to you, but you still insisted on it. Now, are you planning to buy it?" The third witch laughed.

"You have to admit, his words are too tempting. Merlin! Especially that brother!"

"It's just a means to persuade you to spend money." The third witch looked quite rational, "I dare say that you will not only buy a pygmy bush today."

"That's what you don't understand." The first witch raised her eyebrows, "If she doesn't, how can she go again? Talk to that Mr. Weasley again? "

"You have to admit that Mr. Weasley is really charming!" said the witch, covering her face and smiling.

The witches have gone away, and Sylvia has not looked back. Diarra really couldn't help snickering when she saw the smile on the Auror's face suddenly disappear.

Sylvia looked at the good-looking girl who smiled happily.

"You're so cute." Diarra laughed, and hurriedly explained, "I saw the fireworks Weasley gave you. But those who graduated earlier than us don't know whether And there are quite a few ladies who don't know that your Mr. Weasley is already famous."

"Even though he wears a ring?" Sylvia also knew that the ring she gave Fred was nothing like a wedding ring. And it can be turned back into a watch at any time when needed.

Diarra shrugged.

"I know I look stupid." Sylvia said sullenly, "I also know the charm of the trick house, and the charm of the two of them... But, suddenly I heard Someone talks about my Fred..."

"You are so cute!" Diarra covered her mouth and smiled, "But it was you who said that I only found out that you are wearing a ring. Are you married?"

"Engagement. Do you want to give me a belated congratulations?" Sylvia showed off.

"Congratulations. But, I also want to say..." Diarra lowered her voice mysteriously, "Your office may know your situation better, but the department often hears many girls Speaking of those two Mr. Weasleys. And the wizarding world at large? Right?"

"..." Sylvia squinted at the little snake who was more or less in the fire, "I'm leaving first, it's nice to see you today."

She left the Ministry of Magic in a hurry, and an Apparition came to the trick room.

Good business.

Sylvia pushed open the door of the store and was almost frightened by the exaggerated flow of people. It is not easy to maintain such popularity after opening the store for such a long time. They are both really talented.

And she quickly pinpointed several witches from the Ministry of Magic that she had just met, they were gathered near the booth of the gnome, and their eyes glanced in one direction from time to time.

Oh.

Sylvia understands too well.

Sisters like this are all too familiar to take turns looking at a boy.

"Bunny?" The big red-haired man stared at his girl and waved on the stairs.

Sylvia walked in the direction of Fred, passing George by the way.

"Why are you here?" George smiled and patted her shoulder, "No surprise inspection today?"

"How do you know I'm not raiding?" Sylvia pursed her lips.

George looked in Fred's direction and seemed to understand everything, and turned around to a more open place near the window, leaning against the wall to admire the grand scene in the store.

Sylvia's face was obviously darker. In the state of George watching the fun, it is clear that there is something!

"Why are you here now?" Fred jumped down to meet Sylvia who came up the stairs, "Miss me?"

"I just suddenly thought that I haven't been here for a long time." Sylvia said the truth, and glanced at the girls in the store.

"You're wrong. We slept half of the week with you and half of the day on this." Fred blinked.

"I said go to the store." Sylvia looked at the witches again. They were obviously just about to come, but they hesitated after being preempted by Sylvia.

"Don't you never worry about our business?" Fred blinked again, "If you have any tricks you want to play, just go directly to the warehouse." He said with a diligent smile He got up, "Or I can give it to you personally."

"She's not worried about business, it's you." A female clerk walked down the stairs with light steps, turned around and came to Sylvia, "Madam, that The witch with the dwarf pin comes to see Mr. Weasley every day, and has to chat several times a day." She patted Sylvia on the shoulder, "Oh yes, it's your Weasley. gentlemen."

"Thank you." Sylvia gave the clerk a smile.

The smile on Fred's face stagnated, and there were obviously some complaints in his eyes, "Which pot can't be opened and raised".

"You can't be mad at this, Bunny," Fred said hastily. "I need to show the same warm reception to every customer."

Sylvia noticed that the witches were already going here, and her attention was not on Fred at all, causing him to take her hand and she was thrown away .

"Mr. Weasley." The witch had come up to them and said, "I finally decided to buy the dwarf bush." ​​She noticed Sylvia, who was in the ministry. The well-known Miss Auror nodded politely.

"Well, I'm now..." Fred wanted to say: I'm in trouble now, don't come here again!

"Fred." Sylvia stopped him and put one hand on his shoulder, "They are my colleagues at the Ministry of Magic, so please give a discount."

Fred was stunned and stared at Sylvia, as if afraid of her having any thoughts at the moment.

"Well, Miss Tonks?" one of the witches asked tentatively, "You..."

"How embarrassing is this?" The head witch said hesitantly.

Fred burst into a smile as soon as he was dominated by fear: "Since my boss said so, then I'll give you a discount today. You all The Ministry of Magic, right?"

"Miss Tonks is the proprietress of the Trickster?" The third witch looks like she'll let the whole Ministry know tomorrow.

"She's my fiancee." Fred smiled and showed the ring in his hand. He actually wanted to show his fiancee himself, but he took a step forward and didn't give him a chance to hug him.

"I just heard from the clerk that you come every day." Sylvia smiled generously, "Thank you very much for supporting the business of the trick shop. Today is a discount for regular customers."

"I'll take you to the checkout." The female clerk just came over with a smile, "Do you still need to choose anything?"

The witches smiled and waved their hands slightly embarrassedly, and continued to chat with the female clerk and walked towards the cashier.

Sylvia looked back at Fred with a silly face, turned around with a smirk and walked up the stairs.

"What are you laughing at?" Fred happily followed her footsteps.

"What are you laughing at?" Sylvia narrowed her eyes.

"I'm happy." Fred's mouth grinned wider.

Sylvia snorted, laughing and dodging his outstretched hand.

"I'm just happy!" Of course Fred was happy. Whether it's his cute appearance of Bunny being unhappy with the jealousy, or her gracious appearance as the proprietress of a trick house, it's all worth his joy.

"Then you can be happy." Sylvia smiled sullenly and rolled her eyes at him.

Although this white eye is somewhat coquettish.

"Hey! George!" Fred shouted at George, who was looking at the first floor of the trick shop, "Today's trick is 20% off!"

"What are you doing!" Sylvia looked at Fred, who had already embraced her, in horror, "Can you just fight?"

"Who just said that?" Fred led her up in a good mood.

"..." Sylvia was indeed at a loss, so she pouted.

"Don't worry! Could I be at a loss?" Fred hugged his girl tighter, "You can count the money and be a rich woman who is drunk with money!"

“Why does this sound so familiar?” Sylvia blinked.

"In short, you can rest assured!" Fred reassured and signaled the whole trick shop, "Whether it's this or this." Then he pointed to himself, "You can rest assured."

Sylvia just lifted her chin and nodded slightly.

Fred kissed his girl. In the dark corridor at the top of the stairs, only the whispers of joy in his throat and the sound of bubbles when his lips and teeth meet.

The author has something to say:

More cookies!

Although the plot is gradually hardcore, it is gradually becoming tense! But don't stop me from making candy! I really still like to write happy daily hahahahaha! Come to a little old-fashioned but often watch Changxin's jealous plots, hehe! This scene is what I thought about it a long time ago!

Don't worry, this timeline will still go to the original battle. I have thought about whether the appearance of Searle will speed up the war, but I am reluctant to end it so quickly. So it's still a long time! ! Thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2022-02-2221:33:22~2022-02-2610:31:55~

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