HP Dear Miss Freak - Chapter 173

    “Hello, Sylvia Weasley.”

    Summer vacation.

    It’s the summer after graduation.

    It’s also the last summer vacation.

    Sylvia sighed the moment she got off the express. She turned back and hugged her friends one by one, touched the iron casing of the train, and reluctantly left platform nine and three-quarters.

    The first time I rushed here, it really felt like yesterday.

    Sylvia was in a trance as she left Hogwarts, as she was now. If there was anything that could make her forget the parting a little bit and pick up her excitement again, it would be Fred, who was about to meet her.

    “Where’s Fred?”

    Sylvia stared in disbelief at George wearing a jacket made of high-quality dragon skin. She looked around, making sure Fred wasn’t hiding somewhere before asking to startle her.

    “Aren’t you happy that I came to pick you up? Searle?” George pouted, pretending to be aggrieved, but he was obviously smiling.

    “He’s crazy!” Sylvia shouted, “How dare he not come to the platform to pick me up! How bold!”

    “Shhhhh, don’t do this.” George patted her on the shoulder soothingly, and took the box from her hand, “Is there something wrong with scolding him in person?”

    “Damn Fred!” Sylvia snatched the box back, “He hasn’t even written a few letters these days! He even asked with his **** stupid lion Ask me if I’m okay?”

    “Will you beat him?” George said but failed to get the box back.

    “Where’s Sirius? Sirius!” Sylvia turned to meet Harry and their large Order of the Phoenix group, and quickly found her uncle, “Where’s your car? Take me back!”

    “The car?” Sirius was still talking to Harry just now, “The car was lent to Fred.”

    “Didn’t you buy that car just to pick me up to and from school?” Sylvia got even more angry, “Merlin! Do you think I’m going to repeat next year?”

    “I thought Fred was coming to pick you up!” Sirius said confidently.

    “Where did he drive my car?” Sylvia looked at George sharply, “He dares to drop by my car if he doesn’t come to pick me up!”

    “Here.” George took out the bunch of car keys, “I’ll take you, okay? Fred is not as good at driving as I am.”

    “Dora! I’m going home!” Sylvia looked at her sister depressedly.

    “Huh.” Dora snorted coldly, her bubblegum-pink hair gleaming in the sun, “You remember now that you have a sister? As soon as you come out, look for Frey all over the world. Germany.”

    Remus just smiled and said nothing beside Sirius.

    “It’s not…I…I’m not the one who graduated?” Sylvia looked at the people around the Audio-Technica, “Why doesn’t everyone seem to ignore me? “

    “Because I’m responsible for taking you home.” George shook the car keys in his hand.

    “This is my car! George Weasley!” Sylvia grabbed the car keys angrily and looked at Sirius, “Sirius! I’m leaving with George!”

    Sirius just waved his hand without turning his head.

    “Seriously?” Sylvia was speechless, truly speechless. She couldn’t say a word, and could only throw the car keys into the hands of the hippie smiling George, “You guys colluded, right! What’s the trick?”

    “I’ll help you with your luggage.” George said graciously.

    “I learned to drive in the summer vacation.” Sylvia held her suitcase firmly.

    “Send me home?” Sylvia asked George, looking at the familiar street in front of her, “Are you sure you didn’t misunderstand this sentence?”

    “That’s it.” George unbuckled his seatbelt, “Go into the Leaky Cauldron, walk down Diagon Alley for a few minutes, come to number ninety-three, and you’re home.”

    “Just tell me, is he in the trick shop?” Sylvia asked.

    George nodded obediently.

    “He’s finished.” Sylvia angrily opened the car door and slammed it down again, as if to contribute a negligible force to draining the Black family’s estate.

    “Hey! Wait for me! Dude!” George hurriedly followed.

    “How can he not come?” Sylvia walked forward quickly, “Is he right? George, you say, how can he do this!”

    “I’ve prepared something for you, and I’ll hit him in the face later.” George handed Sylvia a box of dung eggs.

    “It’s better for me to see him being too busy.” Sylvia shook the box of dung eggs fiercely, “This one has no conscience!”

    “Oh, we’re closed today,” George said.

    “Not open?” Sylvia frowned, “I have money but not make it? Isn’t this a big idiot?”

    “Yes, yes, you are right.” George laughed.

    “I want to see where he died…” Sylvia said and slowed down. Because her eyes fell on the sign of Weasley’s Witchcraft and Trickster, and also on the huge clown doll in the shop. The clown kept taking off his hat, and the rabbit above his head appeared and disappeared.

    “…” Sylvia stopped babbling, just quietly admiring the quirky and interesting store design. She saw the little bunny in the clown’s head, not sure if it was an illusion, it seemed to be exactly the same as her patron saint.

    “Come in.” George said and made a gesture of invitation.

    “I didn’t expect…” Sylvia murmured, “I didn’t expect this day to be… You really did, George.”

    “Then why don’t you hurry in and see the real face of our trick room?” George snapped his fingers, and the shop door opened.

    Sylvia stepped into the trick room, and as she walked in, the store gradually became brighter. While she was complaining about the exaggerated and gorgeous decoration in her heart, she was so excited that she was touched by a heartstring.

    The girl shuttled between the shelves, swiping her fingertips over the products she used to be a guinea pig. She hadn’t been to the trick store for a long time, and she hadn’t wanted to try all the tricks and urge the boss to release new products soon.

    The two of them have a really average aesthetic.

    She looked at these colorful packaging, a little funny and a little moved.

    Sylvia turned around and wanted to taunt George, but did not see him.

    With a bang, the dung egg in her hand turned into a rose.

     Neuropathy!

    What? !

    “Fred?” Sylvia almost laughed. What kind of low-level bad taste is this? It doesn’t impress you at all, does it? And at first glance, it was Fred’s idea.

    But Fred still didn’t show up.

    But his patron saint appeared.

    The silver magpie flapped its wings and flew towards Sylvia, turned around her head, and flew up the stairs.

    Where is this taking me?

    Sylvia thought and followed.

    “Come out! Fred!” She was a little impatient, but still crawled up layer by layer obediently. After the little magpie stopped and disappeared, she noticed that she was standing on a small platform in the middle of this dazzling staircase, and her vision was just right to overlook the whole trick workshop.

    Suddenly, Sylvia’s ears sounded sweet and moving music. It was amazing that the sound seemed to come from all directions. Then bursts of sound and fireworks of various colors bloomed throughout the trick house, and she watched as the words composed of the fireworks turned into her and Fred’s names. The next second, she felt something moving above her head, and when she looked up, she found that the entire roof had turned into a beautiful starry sky. There seemed to be something flying in the air, glittering.

    It is the bubble rain she is familiar with.

    “Bunny.”

    Sylvia swears this Fred must have appeared out of nowhere.

    She turned around and saw Fred on one knee in front of her. To be more precise, in front of her should be a small suede square box that was opened, and a ring.

    What are you doing!

    “You…” Fortunately, Sylvia didn’t finish her words, or she would probably kill the atmosphere-destroying self. But the atmosphere didn’t seem to be that fragile, at least it made her heart beat suddenly.

    “Will you marry me? Miss Sylvia Tonks.”

    Fred just smiled and looked at the girl in front of him and said what he had always wanted to say. No one knew how happy he was, no one knew how happy he was to see his girl covering her mouth.

    I always surprise you, don’t I?

    Of course he was very proud. It was not easy to make Sylvia stare and cover her mouth. Besides, she shed tears.

    Sylvia was very disgusted with herself. At this time, there was only a twitching sound in her nasal cavity, and there were several whines mixed with surprise and joy. She looked into Fred’s eyes, her head was blank, but the words echoed over and over again. She didn’t know why all her emotions were suddenly out of control, and she was running around, so she could only cover her mouth and shake her head.

    Fred almost held his breath, his body seemed to be a little stiff. In short, it was a serious look that Sylvia had never seen before.

    “I will… I will! I will!” Sylvia finally laughed, “I will! I will marry Mr. Fred Weasley!”

    Fred laughed too. He took the girl’s left hand, put the ring on her ring finger, stood up impatiently, pulled her closer and kissed her lips.

    Sylvia couldn’t hide her smile, she only felt that the ring on her ring finger seemed to be extremely hot.

    Fred didn’t seem to care that she was distracted by the ring at the moment, rather than his skilled kiss.

    He just wanted to put her in his arms anyway.

    Sylvia wrapped around his waist and leaned against his arms. It wasn’t just the ring that was hot, so was his chest, and so was the smile he put on her shoulders.

    “Little idiot, why are you crying? It scared me to death!” Fred smiled and hugged her tighter.

    “You scared me to death!” Sylvia said, but giggled. She didn’t want to hide how happy she was about to go crazy, and she didn’t want to hide all her emotions and tears. She just wanted to cry, from the moment she stepped into the trick house, from the moment Fred got down on one knee in front of her, from the moment she got a ring on her hand.

    “This ring…” Sylvia raised her hand to examine her ring carefully. She was indeed too excited to look at her wedding ring just now, “Möbius ring?”

    It’s a Mobius ring!

    This whole ring is a Mobius ring!

    This simple silver ring, although it does not have any carvings and inlays, represents Fred’s rare care.

    “I mentioned it once and you still remember…” she murmured.

    “Of course I remember.” Fred raised his eyebrows, “On the edge of Black Lake, in the third grade.”

    The tears that Sylvia had just held back were uncontrollable again.

    “How do you remember.” Sylvia’s mouth was sullenly deflated, and her face was even more strangely crying and laughing, “Do you bother you? Wouldn’t it be better if you just be a heartless person? Why are you doing this! You just want to see me cry, right?”

    “How could I forget what you said? Fortunately, you like it.” Fredra took her hand, “I made it specially, with your and my name on the inside.”

    “Why are you so careful? You usually hide it well!” Sylvia looked at him and smiled, “What do you remember?”

    “I remember you said the Mobius ring, which means you can keep going no matter what you encounter. This is what I want to say to you, no matter what we encounter, we must go on together. .”

    “Don’t talk nonsense.”

    They looked at each other and smiled.

    “Of course we will always be together,” Sylvia promised.

    “Of course.” Fred said very seriously.

    It was only then that Sylvia realized that the soothing music had not stopped, and the stars of the bubble rain also surrounded them. This unreliable and heartless guy really prepared a lot for this one.

    “So why did you choose to propose here?” Sylvia looked at him with a smile.

    “Because of you, you have supported my dream from beginning to end.” Fred’s eyes were filled with unspeakable joy, “This is my dream, Weasley magic trick Fang. And you, also my dream.”

    Sylvia looked at Fred, he seemed to be the same young man whose eyes were clear and full of himself in the June sky.

    Compared to Sylvia, Fred is more of a bird, and he should follow his dreams without hesitation. But he turned into a plane tree for his girl, proclaiming his existence vigorously in the wind, frost, snow and rain, and waiting for her arrival.

      on your bright eyes.

    You, Sylvia Tonks, are my Fred Weasley dream.

    “Give me your hand.” Sylvia held out her hand, “Not this, left hand.”

    Fred obediently changed hands.

    Sylvia put her hand on the dial of the quartz watch and looked up at Fred’s smile: “I love you, Fred.”

    “I love you too, Bunny.”

    Fred responded without hesitation, but he did not expect that the watch he had been wearing for so many years suddenly turned into a red light. In the blink of an eye, the watch disappeared, and a ruby ​​ring was added to the ring finger.

    This time it was his turn to shut his mouth in astonishment.

    And Sylvia smiled smugly.

    How can you do this!

    “You…” Fred was too excited to finish his words.

    “You’ve been mine for a long time.” Sylvia tiptoed around his neck and left a deep kiss on it.

    “You’re too cunning!” Fred couldn’t help laughing and crying, “You put a ring on me so early! We weren’t even together yet!”

    “Yes, yes, it’s a trick! Didn’t expect to be privately set for life by me?” Sylvia shook her head and said, “I am such a vicious witch!”

    “You don’t have to.” Fred put his arms around her waist gently and kissed her on the forehead, “I’ve already got you. Longer ago, I knew I couldn’t escape.”

    “What about one more?” Sylvia shrugged.

    “I’m just very happy, Bunny.” Fred’s face is hard to hide, “I like to walk into the surprise you’ve prepared, it’s always like this.”

    “Why did you steal my words again?” Sylvia narrowed her eyes.

    “That’s a pity, you’d better think again for yourself.” Fred raised his eyebrows.

    “Damn it.” Sylvia smiled and pushed him away, “Why did I just marry myself like this? Look at your successful face! I should be more reserved. of.”

    “Your father said the same.” Fred lowered his head and smiled, “He said that you must have married yourself without thinking, and then you are surprised that you are already someone else’s wife.”

    “I…my dad?” Sylvia stared, “Did you tell my dad?”

    “What are you thinking?” Fred tapped her on the forehead, “How dare I propose to you without the consent of your parents?”

    “Yeah!” Sylvia grabbed the hair on both sides of her head violently, “I should have asked my father and mother first!”

      “

    “So…they all know you’re asking for marriage?” Sylvia suddenly realized, “No wonder Moody said…” She suddenly remembered the one at the medical wing, and at King’s Cross station Everyone ignored her, “You don’t have to laugh like this!”

    “I was just laughing…” Fred calmed himself down a little, “Is Rebecca getting married? You can’t be a bridesmaid.”

    Sylvia blinked and laughed.

    “You’re so cheap! Fred! Rebecca is going to be mad at you!” she said while laughing, but she quickly stopped, “You asked Is that the idea of ​​my Rebecca getting married after graduation?”

    Fred nodded with a smile: “Because you said, they are so nice. From campus to wedding dress.”

    “You’re a little…annoying.” Sylvia smiled and took his hand.

    “How can I make you envy others.” Fred snorted, “My Bunny will have what he wants.”

    “This is a bit nauseous, Fred, it’s a bit too old-fashioned.” Sylvia wrinkled her nose in disgust.

    “Hey—two—”

    George finally couldn’t help it, and made a sound from under the stairs.

    “Hello, George.” Sylvia leaned on the railing and looked at him.

    “Hello.” George winked. “Sylvia Weasley.”

    “Eh? Why is Sylvia Weasley so nice?” Fred looked at Sylvia with joy.

    Sylvia just smiled and gave him a look that seemed to be complaining, but was actually complaining and acting like a spoiled child.

    The author has something to say:

    I didn’t expect to propose marriage on the first day of the new year! It’s really a family celebration! I am so happy! I am so excited! Quickly rushed out of the house and fired a cannon hahahahahaha!

    I haven’t recommended a song for a long time, this chapter can be seen with 911’s “IDO”, I love this song!

    Is the ring coming? Don’t be in a hurry, haha! Isn’t this coming! I feel that this chapter belongs to the explosion of sweetness, right? In fact, the plot of the marriage proposal is also the plot that I had in my earliest idea. Oh, I can’t help but think about it first.

    It’s the Chinese New Year, so I have a question for you. Some audience members sent me a private message to ask me if I plan to print a fanbook. I will definitely want to print it out and collect it. If everyone is willing, I will contact the friends who have made the book when it is finished. Of course it’s not for profit, absolutely not for profit, it’s collection.

    Happy New Years again! Thank you to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2022-01-3015:14:02~2022-02-0115:14:02~

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