HP Dear Miss Freak - Chapter 172

    *Reminder: This extra timeline is after the Battle of Hogwarts

    “Fred! Open the door for me!”

    Sylvia shouted, but no one responded.

    Of course, of course, an adult witch can Apparate into the home. Fred has also complained countless times that his wife likes the Muggle-like ritual of opening the door and going home.

    And Fred is working on new trick products at home these days.

    “You have the ability to stay at home! You have the ability to open the door!” Sylvia shouted, and some neighbors had begun to turn back frequently when they passed by. She had to use all her strength to clamp the two large kraft paper bags in her arms, and with difficulty she took out the key and opened the door by herself.

    “Fuck! I can’t stand it anymore!” Sylvia stretched out her foot and kicked the door, and quickly squatted down and put down the paper bag, “Why don’t you turn on the light? What’s the use of making so much money? To collect it?”

    No surprises?

    Sylvia laughed.

    “Flicker!”

    She also chanted a spell.

    But there are real surprises.

    “Can I go to you, Fred.” Sylvia saw that the living room that was in order when she left was now in a mess, and almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

    She waved her wand to make enough room on the dining table, put the kraft paper bag on it, and when the tip of the wand pointed to the ground, a sense of irritability welled up in her heart.

    Sylvia told herself that she didn’t want to make a mess for Fred even if she didn’t bother with the wand.

    “I haven’t been home for a few days, so this is what happened.” Sylvia turned her back and tried to hide it, “Uh! Okay!”

    It doesn’t take long for the whole house to look brand new.

    Sylvia was very upset when she thought about that Fred thinking “Bunny will clean up anyway”, and thinking about him later and thinking “Look! I knew she would! “It’s even more frustrating.

    Sylvia watched the two bags full of food she brought back, and decisively opened a box of potato chips, stuffed them into her mouth one after another, and swaggered upstairs.

    “Don’t play dead! Fred Weasley!” Sylvia opened Fred’s studio without seeing him.

    Better not be like that again.

    Sylvia sighed, waving her wand to make the scattered tricks float.

    Yes, once when she came home, she found Fred in the trick pile, who was probably sleeping all night doing tricks.

    Not here?

    Sylvia looked at the clock on the wall.

    Oh, I forgot.

    Sylvia rolled her eyes and left the workshop.

    She forgot that the clock in Fred’s studio was the same model as the Burrow’s, except that it only had “My dear Bunny” on it.

    What’s the use? When I got home, I was not greeted a few times.

    Sylvia used to sit around the Burrow with Ginny and Hermione and complain about trivial matters after marriage. Although I was very enthusiastic at that time, I still felt a little uncomfortable in my heart.

    Okay! Very uncomfortable! At least for now!

    “George Weasley!” Sylvia rushed to the balcony and shouted to the house next door, “Is Fred at your place?”

    “Merlin’s beard! Kind-hearted sister Seale!” George opened the window and stuck his head out, rolling his eyes, “He’s not here!”

    “Who knows? Didn’t show up at the theatre today anyway! I think we need to hire more beauties! Totally busy.” George shouted and closed the window again.

    Where?

    Sylvia went back to the bedroom and looked at the alarm clock that “Fred” pointed to “Out” and “Sylvia” pointed to “At Home”.

    There are three such alarm clocks in the house. There’s also one in Sylvia’s workshop that only shows Fred. She suddenly thought that this was the result of their tiredness when they were newly married. Fred also said something like “I can’t worry about seeing you everywhere in the house”.

    Now that I think about it, it’s a little uncomfortable.

    Okay! Is very uncomfortable!

    She picked up the photo frame placed by the bedside, in which Sylvia and Fred, who were still fourth graders, were laughing carelessly.

    Sometimes she would think about why they both wanted to put this piece here, maybe it was because the youth was so desirable.

    Sylvia opened the closet, took out the nightdress, and was suddenly attracted by the open drawer below.

    This is Fred’s drawer.

    The two of them childishly divided their territory in the big closet.

    She thought for a while and opened the drawer.

    How can Fred have such a neat place? When will he sort it out like this?

    Sylvia is a little surprised.

    She took out the scrapbook she made on top.

    Okay! Where will he tidy up! Put the biggest on top!

    Sylvia raised her eyebrows, took out a small box and shook it, and she was in a good mood instantly.

    Here’s the silver Sic that bets every time she loses to Fred.

    What else?

    Her curiosity was successfully ignited.

    An old pair of crackling explosions.

    A group photo of Kimura Takuya and Sylvia through “cut and paste”.

    ?

     I said how can I not find it! When I moved here, I clearly had it in a box! It turned out to be hidden by this guy!

    What’s the mess?

    She reluctantly pulled out more of Fred’s treasure collection.

    Same bat for Ireland.

    Sylvia raised her head and waved, thinking that Fred would turn her head and laugh at her every time he made a nice blow.

    No?

    Sylvia picked up the “History of Magic” and was still thinking about how Fred would want to collect this, a lot of paper fell on the carpet. She reached out to pick it up, only to find that it was the letters she had sent him over the years.

    Not many, after all, they have known each other for too long. And the content is also very short, basically just a few lines, not as good as a small note passed in class. But this is because they can find each other directly when they have anything, and the thought of this makes people happy.

    “My writing is really ugly…” Sylvia smiled and shook her head, sorted out the letters, and put them back together. She found that the page used to hold the letter already had traces, and it was there when she flipped it, but she saw a smaller note that had just not fallen off.

    It says “Sylvia Tonks, Hogwarts” clearly.

    This is my note when I signed up for Goblet of Fire.

    Sylvia only felt that the surroundings became so quiet, and her sniffling sound was very abrupt.

    He picked it up? Or ask Dumbledore for it? Isn’t that a big idiot!

    She smiled, and she smiled happily.

    What is this?

    Sylvia put away the magic history textbook and grabbed the white cloth—

    Shirts?

    Why is he hiding a shirt?

    At this moment, the pointer of “Fred” pointed to “Home”, and the pointer of “Sylvia” embraced and kissed.

    Sylvia stood up and shook off her shirt, the sudden red lip print on it made her brain shut down instantly.

    What? !

    “Darling? Are you back?” It was Fred’s voice, coming from downstairs, his tone full of attentiveness.

    Sylvia is still staring at the shirt.

    “Bunny? Where is it?” Fred’s voice got closer.

    Soon a red head appeared in the room with the crappy scarf his wife knitted around his neck, and his freckled face was covered by a lipstick-stained shirt .

    “What is this?” Sylvia stared, “How dare you! Fred! Which beauty’s lip print is that? Huh?”

    “What! What!” Fred tore off his shirt and was stunned for two seconds.

      He hugged him tightly, “How dare you!”

    “No dear…”

    “You know that I’m busy with work these days and I can’t go home, so you use the pretext of doing tricks at home not to go to work, and actually go to see someone!”

    “No! This…”

    “How could you do this to me!”

    “Isn’t this beauty you?” Fred finally had a chance to finish his sentence, he looked like he couldn’t laugh or cry.

    “What am I… how am I…” Sylvia’s brain went down again.

    “The day you promised to be my girlfriend,” Fred reminded kindly, hugging his shirt cheerfully.

    “…” Sylvia stared at him, and after a long time, her eyes suddenly widened, “Ah!”

    “You remember?” Fred’s smiling face made it hard not to punch him.

    “You’re sick! Didn’t I tell you to wash it off! Why are you still…” Sylvia couldn’t see her ears turning red, “You can’t keep my black history! give me!”

    “No!” Fred held up his shirt, “This means a lot!”

    “Will you give?”

    “No!”

    “Are you reasonable?”

    “Are you unreasonable? This is my shirt! You even rummaged through my drawer!”

    “Are you unreasonable? You hid the photo of me and Takuya Kimura!”

    “You…that was confiscated by me.” Fred seemed a little apologetic.

    “Are you all boring?” Sylvia gave up, and was really tired, so she lay down on the bed.

    “Are you funny?” Fred pulled out his wand and put all his treasures back in the drawer. “You eat your own vinegar!”

    “Shut up!” Of course Sylvia felt ashamed, grabbed the pillow and covered her face.

    “Come with me.” Freda took her hand.

    “I’m not, I’m tired, I’m going to bed.”

    “We haven’t seen each other for so many days.”

    “You still know?” Sylvia sat up abruptly, but bumped into Fred’s forehead, “You know I’ll be back today! Why are you still going out? ?”

    “You’d better explain it honestly!” Sylvia also gave him a brain break, but it didn’t work, so she had to get out of bed to chase him.

    Fred stood on the balcony with his back to the moonlight, his sweep in his hand. For so many years, he hasn’t changed a fire for himself or anything. Perhaps with the increase of age, people will really let go of some of the crazy pursuits of youth. Or maybe the sweep was also significant to him.

    “Come up.” Fred stepped on the broom and reached out to Sylvia.

    “I don’t think I can ride a broom any worse than you?” Sylvia narrowed her eyes and looked at him with her arms folded.

    Fred did not speak, just smiled and gave her an exaggerated gentleman’s salute.

    Sylvia rolled her eyes, took his hand, and sat in his arms.

    The weather today is not bad, the moon is bright and the stars are rare, and the evening wind is just right.

    Sylvia suddenly thought that she was sitting in the same position many years ago, looking up at Fred’s beautiful lower forehead.

    “If I had known I would never have learned to broom.” She said suddenly and thoughtlessly.

    “Huh?” Fred seemed to hear something terrifying.

    “If I didn’t know how to ride a broom, I would probably clamor for you to fly with me?” Sylvia smiled and kissed him on the jawline.

    “Real or not?” Fred was particularly surprised, “With your character, you shouldn’t tell me not to learn, so you can fly me?”

    “You do understand me.” Sylvia nodded in agreement, “But, Fred, you must have found out. I am only in front of you, and I want to be a dignitary. little girl.”

    Fred held the broom in one hand and rubbed her head with one free hand: “Then how honored I am?”

    They came to the outskirts, on the vast wilderness, the two snuggled on the broom, looking at the quiet and beautiful night sky.

    The word “quiet” just appeared in Sylvia’s mind when a violent explosion sounded from a distance. She shrank subconsciously, and Fred hugged him even tighter.

    In the darkness, a beam of light rose, and with the sound of piercing the sky, the gorgeous fireworks bloomed in the air.

    Afterwards, bunches of golden light rose from the ground, and fireworks bloomed in the air. From high in the sky, looking at the light all over the mountains and plains, Fred once again proved that he really has a knack for fireworks. And these fireworks seem to be doing their best to prove that fireworks are not fleeting, such beauty is eternal.

    “I heard from Qiu that today is the Chinese New Year.” Fred said brightly, motioning Sylvia to look at the hands of the watch pointing to zero.

    “Is it today?” Sylvia smiled instantly, although she kept smiling, but the light in her eyes at this moment was better than thousands of fireworks.

    “I also know that the fireworks are set off today to wish a good new year.” He held his head up as if showing off, “represents joy, represents joy and represents liveliness.”

    “Although the fireworks are short-lived, people will remember the feast they present.” Sylvia laughed, “They will live forever in the fire.”

    “Like us.” Fred answered quickly.

    Yes, like us.

    We burn life to illuminate the world, and we never end.

    “How come this is not over yet?” Sylvia looked at it for a long time and couldn’t help teasing.

    She remembered the fireworks that once crossed zero in the village when she was in another time and space.

    She looked at Fred with indescribable joy.

    “Make a wish and see.” Fred waved his hand dashingly.

    Sylvia closed her eyes and put her hands together.

    I wish me and Fred and all those who love me a happy and trouble-free life.

    The fireworks stopped, just right. Her wish seemed to be heard by the gods between heaven and earth, and drifted to the clouds with the sound of the fireworks that gradually disappeared.

    Sylvia opened her eyes, her eyes lit up again.

    In front of her is the bright fairy stick and her beloved bright teenager.

    I don’t know why, but she just felt that this year’s wish will definitely come true.

    The author has something to say:

    The New Year’s bell has rung! Friends! happy New Year! !

    Old rules, one more new chapter! A chapter of cookies for everyone! !

    It’s been another year! There are so many friends who support me this year! I’m really, really, really happy! I always say I’m happiest when someone likes my work, in any way! I really thank you all from the bottom of my heart! The other day, when I flipped through the photo album and looked at the screenshots that Xiao Xier’s collection had just filled, I suddenly felt very emotional, I can really do a lot in one year. From when I started to conceive, to summoning up the courage to contribute, to every time I communicated with you in the comment area, I really gained a lot.

    The idea of ​​”Maybe, I will keep writing” gradually replaced the initial “I just want to write an article to save my heart”. I think although my writing is average, I still love to write. And, on second thought, fulfilled one of my many ideals as a child.

     I said a lot of nonsense, but thank you very much. There are also many viewers and friends who went to my other accounts and told me that I brought them a lot of happiness and encouragement. These are things I never thought about before.

    In the new year, I wish you all a safe and happy new year!

    In the new year, I will come to you with interesting stories (than heart)