HP Dear Miss Freak - Chapter 167

    “Sylvia laughed, she had never laughed so well before.”

    “Why are you here again? Miss Tonks?” Professor Binns looked impatient.

    “I’m not here again, I haven’t left yet.” Sylvia showed a docile smile, she sat on the carpet in Professor Binns’ office, with her crossed legs on the with a thick notebook. The professor looks like he’s just had a good night’s sleep.

    “What are you trying to hide this time?” Professor Binns asked sharply.

    “What are you hiding!” Sylvia asked in disbelief. What she couldn’t believe was that Professor Binns got it right.

    “No?” Professor Binns floated slowly away from his desk, “isn’t it?”

    Sylvia knew that Professor Binns probably really felt that she had misunderstood. But she was inexplicably on pins and needles, so she decided to bid farewell to the Professor of History of Magic and left the office.

    What is she hiding?

    The reason for her to come to the office of Professor Bins is to find a quiet place, besides really exchanging papers.

    The story of Fred and George flying to freedom is being retold countless times these days. Sylvia could meet students discussing wherever she went, and many familiar students wanted to come to her for details.

    As a direct consequence of their departure, the rhetoric of intending to emulate them has risen. You can hear students say things like, “Seriously, sometimes I just want to hop on my broomstick and get out of this shit.” Or, “One more class like this and I might have to Be a Weasley.”

    Umbridge and Filch tried their best to solve the Portable Swamp. Finally, the place was roped off, and Filch gritted his teeth in anger, taking on the task of carrying the students across the swamp in a punt to the classroom. There’s no way the professor could have cleared the swamp though, but as with the swish fireworks of Fred and George, everyone was more than happy to watch Umbridge go to waste.

    Sylvia prefers to go to the door of Umbridge’s office to see the two big holes that were knocked out by two sweepers. It is said that the fan has moved Harry’s fire to a different place to hide.

    The most exciting thing is that, inspired by the role models of Fred and George, a large number of students are now competing fiercely for the recently vacant seat of the troublemaker. Despite the new door, someone managed to sneak a Sniff into Umbridge’s office. It messed up the office at once, looking for shiny things, and jumping on Umbridge, trying to bite off a few rings from her stubby fingers. Dung bombs and stink bombs were thrown down the hallway one after another, and it became the new fashion for the students to chant a head-bubble spell to themselves after class, to ensure they had their own fresh air, but it also made them look weird. It’s like turning a goldfish bowl upside down on your head.

    Felch, whip in hand, wandered the corridors, eager to catch those troublemakers. But the problem is that there are too many such people right now, and he doesn’t know which direction to look for. The Investigative Action Team wanted to help him, but strange things happened to their members, and many were not spared. But Sylvia was very happy for Draco that he was okay, maybe he wouldn’t go out when he was in trouble.

    Now, it’s also clear how many quick-acting candy Fred and George sold before leaving Hogwarts. No sooner had Umbridge entered his classroom than the students in it all passed out, vomited, developed severe fevers, or spewed nosebleeds from both nostrils. She screamed in exasperation, trying to track down the source of these mysterious illnesses, but the students insisted that they had “Umbridge Syndrome.” After shutting down four classes in a row and still unable to discover their secrets, she conceded defeat and allowed the bleeding, fainting and vomiting students to leave her classroom in droves.

     Farce like this, or even more farce, happens every day.

    But Sylvia is very lonely.

    She is not happy.

    She was not happy at all.

    She felt that someone had dug out a piece of her heart, otherwise why did she always feel empty? For the first time she sensed that people’s joy had nothing to do with me. The twins brought a revolution to everyone, but the revolution was exchanged for the two boys by her side.

    Sometimes she can stare at the textbook in front of her for a long time, without thinking about anything in her mind, she just sits there blankly.

    The little lion by the bed would occasionally come back to life suddenly, but was warned by Sylvia’s roommates to throw it out if it was disgusting.

    Of course no one would notice Sylvia’s loss. After all, she had been so busy and buried in the stack of books for a while. And every time someone talks to her about something, she can still talk and laugh.

    It was Ginny who asked her “Did you miss Fred?”. But Sylvia didn’t know if it was this Weasley girl who was thoughtful or just teasing her.

    In short, the boss of the trick shop is very busy, and so is the head of the students. There was still a month to prepare for the exam, so Sylvia didn’t have the heart to take care of these little girls’ thoughts.

    I really want to graduate.

    The idea took over Sylvia’s mind.

    Brain, Harry’s Occlumency—

    “Searle, can you teach me Occlumency?” Harry asked. It was rare for him to find Sylvia in the common room.

    Sylvia just looked up at Harry. She now understands what it means to say Cao Cao Cao Cao arrives.

    “That… Snape doesn’t want to teach me.” Harry said with some difficulty.

    “Why?” Sylvia asked, rubbing her temples.

    “When I was practicing that day, the result of my rebellion against Snape was to see his previous memories.” Harry whispered, “I saw my father and Sirius…they bullied him Snape, or bullying Snape! Remus was on the side and didn’t stop them…and…”

    “That’s why Snape doesn’t want to teach you.” Sylvia sighed, “Are you going to talk to Sirius for this? Umbridge?”

    “Yes.” Harry nodded, “Actually, I still can’t believe that they did such a thing!”

    I didn’t expect Snape to keep saying bad things about your dad, right?

    “Disappointed?” Sylvia asked.

    “Why don’t you seem surprised at all?” Harry asked.

    “I don’t know what you think…” Sylvia changed a comfortable position, “I didn’t think Sirius was a good student from the moment I met him.”

    “So?” Harry frowned, as if reflecting on himself.

    “He looks like the kind of man who has attracted a lot of attention in his school days because of his superior looks and arrogant personality, like the kind of arrogant and annoying guy.” Sylvia left. He pouted, “Looking at his age now, he can still raise eyebrows with Snape in the kitchen, you know that their conflict is not simple.”

    “You’re right. But I always thought it was Snape’s fault.” Harry pouted, “I’m prejudiced, that’s why it’s so uncomfortable now. .”

    “Don’t feel bad, Harry.” Sylvia patted him on the shoulder, “You only saw a little bit, right? Who knows what else happened between them? Who? Can you guarantee that Snape didn’t do anything more outrageous?”

    She wondered if that would comfort Harry. But in her memory, there are not many things about the previous generation. Although she was partial to Snape’s side, she didn’t want to put personal feelings into this conversation.

    My proud father did such a bad thing, no one would be able to stand it, right?

    “Anyway… Snape won’t teach me any more.” Harry looked at Sylvia again.

    “But my Legilimency is not very diligent.” Sylvia sighed, “It’s hard for me to explain to you how to learn by myself. It’s actually learning to suppress my own thinking. Only Only a very advanced Legilimency master can read your memory, and at most I can see what you are thinking at the moment. A more powerful Occlumer can even deceive the other party. The secret is to find the switch to control your own brain, you must have enough Strong will to hold on to all your emotions and memories.”

    Thanks to Regulus’ notes.

    “I resisted Barty Jr.’s Legilimency.” Sylvia looked at Harry, “It was also at that time that I realized that I seemed to be learning pretty well.”

    “I see.” Harry sighed and looked at Sylvia as he left, “I heard from Ginny, you’ve been learning in the common room lately It’s late. Don’t work too hard.”

    “I can’t sleep either, so I’ll stay outside for a while.” Sylvia shrugged.

    “Are you really all right?” Harry asked uncertainly.

    “It’s okay.” Sylvia gave him a smile.

    But this reminds Sylvia of an important point.

    Occlumency!

    Draco has to learn Occlumency!

    Sylvia reminded Draco of this with Silver Sic, and the young master seemed to immediately understand why.   “Hey! Did you hear what I said?” Rebecca shook Sylvia’s arm unhappily.

    “Ah…well, you said about your wedding with Ryan.” Sylvia hurriedly covered her wandering thoughts, “I’m sorry, Betty. .”

    She is usually very good at multitasking, why is she so dull and tired recently?

    But isn’t it just like a dead man all day before the exam?

    “Are you all right?” Rebecca frowned and reached out to touch Sylvia’s forehead, but was avoided, “I think your mental state is not very good recently.”

    “I’m just anxious before exams, little things.” Sylvia waved her hand. She was telling the truth, but she was worried about more than one thing.

    Draco’s Occlumency was learned from Bellatrix, but he couldn’t let his crazy aunt see how much he had with Sylvia.

    “So you agree?” Rebecca shook her arm again, “to be my bridesmaid?”

    “Okay, of course!” Sylvia readily agreed.

    It shouldn’t be difficult for Draco to learn by himself, they don’t even have a book on Occlumency at Malfoy Manor. And the later Draco can really be used very well, which also shows that he is very knowledgeable in this regard. What’s more, it was easier for him to ask his dean for help.

    “I even picked your bridesmaid dress!” Rebecca said excitedly, “You must look good in a red dress!”

    “Have you even picked a skirt?” Sylvia laughed.

    “Sure. Neither you nor Hannah can run.” Rebecca took her arm, “We’ll run a flower shop together when we’re married. I plan to be in Hogsmeade in the future. Open a branch.”

    “Then you will make a lot of money on Valentine’s Day!” Sylvia snapped her fingers silently.

    “Tonks, I want to talk to you.”

    The ugly pink figure appeared behind Sylvia. Although Sylvia didn’t want to see her at all, her first reaction was—this encounter is finally here.

    I have been busy these days, and finally have time to settle the account with me?

    “Sylvia…” Rebecca pulled Sylvia’s arm tightly, she always felt inexplicably uneasy.

    “Okay.” Sylvia readily agreed.

    “Miss Abbott, it’s none of your business here.” Umbridge gave Rebecca a look and turned to leave.

    “It’s okay, you go back.” Sylvia patted Rebecca, then followed Umbridge to her office.

    “You look like you know what I’m trying to say to you?” Umbridge closed the door, and she closed it with her wand, as if a spell had been added.

    “I don’t know what you want to talk about.” Sylvia smiled like every debriefing.

    “Where did Dumbledore go?”

    “How do you think I know?”

    “Don’t lie!”

    Umbridge stared, looking more like an ugly dick.

    “I’m not lying.” Sylvia looked at her calmly.

    “You’d better answer my question honestly, Tonks.” Umbridge gritted his teeth hilariously. “Where is Dumbledore? What is he up to?”

    “You can’t get into the principal’s office?” Sylvia admitted that she might be crazy. But this sentence just blurted out with sarcasm like this, and it couldn’t be stopped.

    You are right. The actions of Fred and George really subtly led to everyone’s passive skills of rebellion and inexplicable courage.

    “What is he hiding in the office?” Umbridge looked suddenly awake.

    “I don’t think so.” Sylvia said truthfully.

    “Then why can’t I get in?” Why did Umbridge think Sylvia knew the answer. The girl will never understand, maybe this is just panicking?

    “I think it’s because the Headmaster’s Office is influenced by Hogwarts Castle…Is it only accepting Headmasters it approves?” Sylvia put on a “you want me to be honest” look .

    “You know why I keep you?” Umbridge looked her up and down.

    “Because you think I’m Professor Dumbledore’s best student? Well, although to be honest I’m not.” I’m a little-known warrior, and it’s hard to explain to the outside world that I’ve been removed from office. After all, I’ve always kept myself safe. The Ministry of Magic needs prestige the most right now, and I can’t do something so easy to fall into.”

    “I think that’s why Dumbledore values ​​you so much.” Umbridge’s expression sank, “I also like a smart and stubborn girl like you.”

    “A good and foolish subordinate?” Sylvia wanted to tell her. Voldemort said something similar to her. The Dark Lord came out of the diary on purpose to tell her.

    “Are you admitting that you are helping Dumbledore?”

    “Please, professor. Why do you need to play dumb with me?” Sylvia laughed, “We’ve been dragging each other for a semester! We don’t need to act on the surface and then read. Understood! Yeah! You saw my name on Dumbledore’s Army’s list and used it to call me bad as the student president, and you gave me a serious warning, didn’t you?”

    “There is no need to pull.”

    Umbridge’s wand stabbed sharply, and Sylvia only felt something rushed towards her brain but was mercilessly bounced off.

    “I learned Occlumency, Professor Umbridge.” Sylvia explained patiently.

    “Really?” Umbridge grinned, if it weren’t for her, someone’s water would have boiled, “You’re still learning well, aren’t you? Have the ability, Miss Warrior.”

     “Ok.” Sylvia replied noncommittally.

    “Do you know of any way to break your Occlumency?” Umbridge put down a picture frame on the table and pointed his wand at Sylvia.

    “I don’t know,” Sylvia said, “but I really don’t know where Professor Dumbledore went.”

    “Going out!”

    Sylvia fell to the ground.

    She almost screamed when she landed. It wasn’t the excessive pain that made her lose her voice, but she saw a retractable ear in the crack of the door.

    At that moment she thought of Fred.

    Think of Fred, who will appear right away.

    Sylvia burst into tears, but she knew it was the Cruciatus torture.

    “Where is Dumbledore?” Umbridge’s second Legilimency also apparently failed.

    “…I tell you I don’t know.” Sylvia knew she couldn’t have the energy to keep her brain closed while she was under the Unforgivable Curse.

    Sylvia clearly saw that an eye briefly appeared in the gap under the door. She had only seen such clear and gentle eyes in Rebecca.

    Are you stupid?

    Sylvia knew it was time for Rebecca to go to the rescue, but who was of use now?

    “You actually…right…student…use…” Sylvia curled up on the ground, “What’s the difference between you and a Death Eater!”

    “Where’s Dumbledore?”

    “I don’t know!”

    “You dare to speak up!”

    Sylvia was already in tears.

    Too painful.

    Umbridge thinks her Legilimency hasn’t worked yet, but Sylvia really doesn’t know where Dumbledore has gone.

    This is obviously not the first time the Cruciatus has been suffered. But the power that the soul younger than Earth Demon had attached to Little Ginny now made her feel that what happened back then was really worthless.

    “What the…why…” Sylvia was amused, although she couldn’t smile at all, “You think I…”

    “Who is Waughlin?”

    When Umbridge said the surname, Sylvia raised her head sharply, staring and gasping for the pain from the Cruciatus.

    “Who is Waughlin!”

    An envelope was pulled out of the document by Umbridge, and she took out a postcard from it, squatted down and confronted Sylvia. The girl’s eyes were the first to focus on the other envelopes that fell with the pulling action, with the names of Norman, Leonie, and Oliver on them.

    Oliver? Is this wood still free to write to me this year?

    “What does this mean? What is ‘as you say’…” Umbridge was still chattering, but Sylvia was completely taken by the line. The photo below is captivating.

    “Canopy shyness…” Sylvia muttered, reaching for it but Umbridge dodged it. And she was still in a state of disengagement, and she fell forward, causing her elbows to hurt.

    “What do you mean?” Umbridge asked, staring.

    “Give it back to me!” Sylvia suddenly shouted like crazy, Umbridge in front of her was obviously startled. “You…” Sylvia struggled to support her body and tried to stand up, “I just said why he hasn’t written to me for so long… How can you…”

    “Is he helping Dumbledore, right?” Umbridge sneered, as if winning, “I checked the student files, Hoddle Waughlin, LaVine Prefect Claw, the potion is excellent every time it is close to a full score.”

    “How many letters did you hide from him!” Sylvia shouted fiercely, but she really didn’t have the strength to stand up.

    It turned out that what she suspected was Hoddle, not Norman.

    Sylvia finds it quite funny, but also quite angry.

    Good you Woughlin, you can still make a great contribution when you are gone.

    But…he really went to the tropics to see the canopy shy. He really will go to the places she said.

    “Exactly.” There were several envelopes in Umbridge’s hand. “Tell me, what do these mean?”

    “You damn…”

    Sylvia fell back to the ground before she could finish speaking. Umbridge didn’t do anything, and the girl suspected she was just angry.

    “Dumbledore is relying on you to communicate with the outside world, right? Miss Warrior’s connections are so wide that I almost forget that you are still a student.” Umbridge said to himself To confirm her suspicions, “He sent this Wulflin to lobby all over the world and gather forces, didn’t he?”

    It’s you!

    Sylvia just felt that she no longer had the strength to struggle, too many emotions caused her head to heat up, and she couldn’t feel more uncomfortable.

    “You’re a **** idiot.”

    Sylvia just scolded softly, so weak that she seemed to faint at any moment.

    “You think I’m stupid?” Umbridge’s nose gasped, “Yeah yeah, I figured keeping you around would always catch things like this. But I can’t understand it, can I?”

    Sylvia was still sighing that the spell had a lot of stamina.

    “Then don’t even try to pass this information to Dumbledore.” Umbridge said, and the envelopes all flew towards the fireplace.

    …

    For the first time, Sylvia felt that too much sadness and hatred mixed together to make her mind empty, and she didn’t swear a single swear word. She moved in that direction subconsciously, though only a tiny fraction of an inch forward.

    It’s okay, anyway, if it was Hoddle, he wouldn’t sacrifice himself to stop him. Knowing that he can’t be stopped, he is brave, not only shameful but also stupid, he will definitely say so.

    Sylvia thought so, but her nose was sore and sobbing softly. Just then, the fire in the fireplace jumped violently unnaturally.

    “You can’t do it.” Umbridge smiled.

    “Is your brain sick?” Sylvia gasped and scolded. She didn’t know where to start, but she didn’t expect this sentence to be spoken in the end.

    Being a wizard for a long time even swearing has regressed.

    “I’ll ask you again, where is Dumbledore.” Umbridge tugged at Sylvia’s hair. But Sylvia just sneered weakly and closed her eyes in pain.

      Pain, “Okay, okay! I have to ask you again! What trick did your **** boyfriend use to make students pretend to have a fever in front of me?”

    “Fever?” Sylvia was surprised.

    “That **** Weasley won’t let me live, right? I should have dealt with the three of you first.” Umbridge took out another pile of envelopes Throwing it on Sylvia’s face, a piece of letter paper that fell out was filled with all kinds of disgusting love words. Apparently he knew he would be intercepted by Umbridge and did it on purpose.

    Sylvia grinned.

    “What are you laughing at?” Umbridge asked sharply, looking at her strange look.

    Sylvia looked at Fred’s words and didn’t know where the power came from. Her mind seemed to wake up suddenly.

    Sylvia just grinned, her whole body trembling.

    “I won.”

    I won this game.

    I upset you anyway. Fred and George can make you jump with irritability! me too!

    “What did you say?” Umbridge shuddered, “You… what task did Dumbledore give you?”

    “I won!” Sylvia smiled and had to bite her lower lip to control herself not to go too far.

    Even if it was a crooked fight, she has made Umbridge terrified for a year by relying on trivial matters, and even now she is tabooing this guy who doesn’t need to be taboo.

    Another gouging hit Sylvia. The office fell silent after a faint scream. Then there was a steady knock on the door.

    “Who?”

    “Professor Umbridge, it’s me, I have something very important to report.”

    It’s Draco’s voice.

    Sylvia struggled a little to open her eyes, because she heard the opening of the door pause for a second before the man walked in.

    “Professor…she looks…”

    “What!”

    “I heard Professor McGonagall say that Scrimgeour in the Auror office wanted to recruit Tonks directly. This may be the first exception.”

    “What!” Umbridge’s voice sounded furious, “Dumbledore is trying to be direct… Scrimgeour? How could he!” She looked at Draco for a while, He left the office in a hurry.

    It wasn’t until her fat figure was completely gone that Draco came to Sylvia to help her up.

    “You still lie?” Sylvia’s voice was so soft that it tickled Draco’s ears.

    “Damn it! You’re hot like a roasted troll!” Draco said, staring.

    “Draco, I really believe that good and evil will be rewarded…” Sylvia’s head drooped, and it was something she never imagined that Draco would take her out on his shoulders of.

    “You mean I’ll save you after you helped me?” Draco clicked, looking reluctant.

    “I’m glad…I asked you to come with me…Professor McGonagall…office…you can panic… Anyway, when Professor McGonagall heard…that idiot…asked aggressively, he could understand What happened… right?” Sylvia laughed feebly, “You’re so smart, Draco…”

    “Shut up, I’ve never seen you so stupid.” Draco took her out of the office, and a group of Gryffindors rushed up.

    “Searle! Are you alright!”

    Sylvia recognized the faces of all her roommates, as well as the boys.

    “Rebecca came to us and said Umbridge used the Cruciatus on you!” Angelina took her shoulder, “Merlin! How dare she!”

    “Wow, thanks for having Rebecca!” Dracoha said.

    “Of course…if it wasn’t for Malfoy we couldn’t think of a way to get you out,” Arya added, though reluctant.

    “Huh.” Draco looked calm.

    “Um…” Sylvia didn’t remember the last thing she heard in those gossip. She only felt that her consciousness became more and more blurred, and everyone’s voices that were clearly being amplified were getting farther and farther away.

    It was Sylvia’s most annoying feeling.

    The author has something to say:

    I used part of the original content, because this paragraph can’t be deleted for Gemini

    Sir will of course be sad, after all, they both left Hogwarts, alas, I am so sad, I love to write their scenes.

    Xiao Huo, do you miss him? He has always kept Searle’s words in his heart, and he has always written letters to Searle. I didn’t expect that the crooked fight was standing upright and made a great contribution this time.

    Draco is a **** for tat, he will definitely be useful, and the follow-up is also, definitely won’t let Syr help him in vain. What I write myself will be rounded up by myself.

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