HP Dear Miss Freak - Chapter 184

    “What do you call the victim?”

    “Hello, Miss Tonks.” Hoddle looked at Sylvia who entered the living room of the headquarters, straightened up and stuck her head out from behind a long piece of parchment.

    “Have a good time, Mr. Waughlin.” Sylvia snorted, “Comfortable sofa, delicious snacks, and freshly brewed coffee?”

    “Are you still going to talk to me like this?” Hoddle sighed helplessly.

    “I don’t mean to look down on you.” Sylvia waved her hands and sat opposite Hoddle, “You are leading one of the most important tasks – stationing at the headquarters.”

    “I hope you mean it,” Hoddle said.

    “Of course.” Sylvia snatched a piece of chocolate cake from the exquisite plate in front of him, “There must be someone to look after the house. If something goes wrong, it’s better to contact other people to help, right? ?”

    “That’s great, right? It doesn’t look like I’m completely useless.” Hoddle raised his eyebrows.

    “No way. After all, you may be beaten into a sieve as soon as you go out.” Sylvia sneered, “What are you looking at?”

    “I’m sorting out my travel notes.” Hoddle said and returned his focus to the sofa, “I plan to compile some articles about the history of magic in countries around the world.”

    “Make money?”

    “Make money.”

    Sylvia couldn’t help laughing when she heard this answer. She called Kreacher and asked for a plate of prime rib roast and a cup of black coffee on the side table.

    “I finally chose bread, right?” Hoddle also smiled self-deprecatingly.

    “People are vulgar, Mr. Waughlin.” Sylvia giggled, “At least you have to live on Garen, right?”

    “Is that so?” Norman walked in, apparently overhearing their conversation, “When did the Wulflin property need you to support yourself?”

    “Are you the one who had to come to the UK when you were empty of Calvin’s family?” Hoddle snorted coldly.

    “That’s what Britain needs me.” Norman leaned his head up against the back of Sylvia’s sofa and squinted at his cousin, “Do you know how many patients I take in a day? “

    “Yeah! You are the only therapist in the UK.” Hoddle rolled his eyes.

    “Look what’s this?” Norman took a small wallet from his pocket and opened it with two fingers. “I’m right, my dear cousin.”

    “It took a year?” Hoddle was rather dismissive.

    “Isn’t it better than you, a homeless man?” Norman snorted, feeling that this Hoddle was a little bit awkward.

    “Welcome to my room at headquarters and see what I’m doing every day.” Hoddle continued to focus on the parchment in his hand.

    “What?” Norman narrowed his eyes.

    “Potion.” Hoddle snapped his fingers, “I’ve recently been trying to make all kinds of potions that are suitable for carrying around – to stop bleeding in time, to replenish energy, to assist in escape…”

    “How much?”

    When Norman asked, Hoddle shut up and looked like he was about to kill his cousin.

    “The difficulty is to condense the potion.” Hoddle glared at Norman with a mocking expression, “I hope to help the members of the Order of the Phoenix in time.”

    “Hope you can do it within a year.” Norman laughed.

    “It’s delicious.” And Sylvia emptied the plate contentedly. The two boys stopped fighting for a moment and looked at her in silence.

    “Merlin, are you too fast?” Hoddle sighed.

    “Do you understand the race against time? Time is money, understand? Wasting time is wasting life, understand?” Sylvia said, taking a sip of her coffee. Thinking back to the college entrance examination, her eating speed was much faster than this.

    “Are you going out?” Norman glanced at the old grandfather clock, “Didn’t you just come back from get off work? Did you go on a date?” He said it on purpose.

    “Do you think there aren’t enough Death Eaters or there aren’t enough customers in the theatre?” Sylvia wiped her mouth, “I’m on duty tonight.”

    “Go early and return early.” Hoddle lowered his head again.

    “Oh, yes.” Sylvia stood up and looked at Hoddle, “Mr. Wafflin, did you find the natural magic stone we saw before when you were traveling? “

    “I specifically asked.” Hoddle raised his head, “Especially when passing the equator. But the answer I got is that I can’t see it now.”

    “Oh, good.” Sylvia sighed in disappointment, “I’m leaving.”

    “Goodbye,” said Hoddle briefly.

    Norman just stared at the girl’s back without saying a word.

    “In love?” Hoddle noticed his gaze and sneered.

    Norman just slowly turned his eyes back and showed a sly smile: “You know best who is in love, don’t you?”

    “Here?”

    “Here it is.”

    “Go out.”

    “Huh?”

    Sylvia just arrived at the Auror office when Andy held her shoulders and turned around and walked out.

    “Today is Searle’s favorite field.” Andy said with a playful tone on his plain face.

    “Suddenly?” Sylvia said, but she was still in a good mood, “What kind of work? Night watch? This is what I do!”

    “Execute the order—” Andy sighed, “Raid—search for the wanted criminal.”

    “Who? Where?” Sylvia cleared her throat immediately and quickly followed in his footsteps, “Just us?”

    “More than enough.” Andy said, shoving a rolled parchment in Sylvia’s hand.

    “Stan Thumpak?!” Sylvia looked at the wizard’s information on the parchment and couldn’t help but stopped, “Knight Bus conductor?”

    She remembers! Of course she remembers! But…

    “What?” Andy stopped when he saw this, “If you want to tell me that this is someone you know so you can’t do business, then we need to have a conversation before we set off. “

    “No…no.” Sylvia rarely sees Andy so serious, and when he usually puts on such a posture, it shows that he is serious and inseparable “I was just shocked.”

    “Someone reported that he was in a tavern talking about the Death Eater’s secret plan,” Andy said. “You saw it above.”

    “Yes.” Sylvia resumed her steps, “I’m just shocked! I don’t think he will…”

    “You’ll find out if you search.” Andy took the search warrant back.

    “I think he might have been imprisoned.” Sylvia remembers that Stan joined the Death Eaters because of the Imperius.

    “Sylvia Tonks,” Andy said slowly, “You’re an Auror, and your job is to carry out orders.”

    “So, Umbridge asked the Aurors to capture Hagrid because of orders, and attacked Professor McGonagall because of orders.” Sylvia said and looked at Andy, “Auror Are you cold-blooded and ruthless at work?”

    She was stunned after saying this, and murmured in a low voice: “Sorry…”

    “Yes.” Andy nodded, “Even if there is a task like last year that calls you to arrest Dumbledore immediately, you have to do it.”

    “I see.” Sylvia nodded.

    Yes, they are Aurors. If they can’t enforce the law impartially, and can’t get rid of their personal feelings, who will ensure the safety of the magical world?

    “How?”

    This time the mission was carried out very quickly, and it was fast enough to make Sylvia even more convinced that Stan was wronged. After they break in with a warrant, Stan tries to escape, and Andy takes him down quickly.

    “There is no trace of black magic.” Sylvia answered Andy after searching the whole house.

    “Oh.” Andy’s wand pointed at Stan, who was quickly imprisoned in front of him, “Then take the man back to the Ministry.”

    “Doesn’t this prove his innocence?” Sylvia frowned, “If he was imprisoned…”

    “That’s someone else’s job.” Andy looked at her sharply, “If he’s innocent, then he’ll be acquitted.”

    “There’s no spell to detect if a person has the Imperius Curse or not?” Sylvia suddenly felt a little funny.

    “End work.” Andy stretched out his hand to Sylvia.

    Sylvia didn’t say anything, took out the door key of a kitten doll from her pocket, and watched Stan be sent away.

    “Yes.” Andy seemed to think for a while before answering Sylvia’s question, “You must stop talking about this after you return to the ministry.”

    “In other words, the suspects currently arrested by the Ministry of Magic are not sure whether they are innocent?”

    “I ask you.” Andy turned to face her, “Then let it go?”

    “What?”

    “Just taking the Imperius Curse into account, did they let them go?”

    “Isn’t that the way it used to be? How many Death Eaters in court were excused by saying they were under the Imperius Curse?”

    “No matter what it was in the past, the current minister is Scrimgeour from the Auror office.” Andy rarely showed such a frank expression, and his eyes were clearly the approval of such an approach, “What’s more, what’s the situation now? Letting them go before is a dead end. What about now? How dare you let them go?”

    Is this a wrongful killing?

    Sylvia fell silent.

    “You still don’t know how tricky your opponent is.” Andy shook his head, “Put away your sympathy, Searle.”

    Sylvia nodded and followed Andy out. A Apparition has returned to London.

    “It’s cruel, isn’t it?” Andy looked at the little girl who looked very upset, “Isn’t it different from the justice you imagined?”

    “I was just thinking, I should really thank Barty Crouch Jr.” Sylvia shook her head, “He pretended to be Moody, so that I and my classmates could Not under the Imperius Curse.”

    “So scared?” Andy said, leaning against the red phone booth.

    “Aren’t you afraid?” Sylvia asked.

    “I was imperilled.”

    “What?”

    “I said.” Andy pulled out a bitter smile, “I’ve been imprisoned.”

    “When…” Sylvia stared, but her ears suddenly heard the conversation of several passing Muggles, and couldn’t help being attracted.

    “I’ve never seen such a strange death…”

    “Did you see her body? I didn’t even dare to!”

    “Did you meet an enemy?”

    “Who knows? Too many murders like this lately…”

    Sylvia and Andy looked at each other.

    “Hello, ladies.” Andy took the lead to stop the Muggles, “What are you talking about?”

    “Oh.” One of the women looked him up and down. “Just now we saw…the body of a woman…”

    “Just the block ahead on the left,” another added.

    “Too many things like this have happened recently.” The first lady looked at Sylvia behind Andy, “You and your daughter also hurry home.”

    “Daughter.” Sylvia couldn’t help teasing after the ladies left in a hurry.

    “Let’s go.” Andy said neatly, turning around and taking a step.

    “I can’t believe it, this is near the Ministry of Magic.” Sylvia hurriedly followed.

    “Do you know what else that means?” Andy asked.

    “It is very likely that the murdered Ministry staff?” Sylvia immediately followed his train of thought, “These damn! Those Death Eaters are staring and preparing to attack!”

    “Looks like…” Sylvia didn’t need to focus on the action to start looking around.

    “Here.” When Andy stopped, Sylvia stopped with him, “The barrier set up by the Ministry of Magic.”

    He raised his wand and waved it lightly, Sylvia followed in his footsteps, and many wizards appeared in the dark and empty streets.

    “Leo?” Sylvia saw the acquaintance and went up to meet her.

    “Ciel?” Leoni turned to face her, “I just returned to the ministry when I heard the news that the wizard was killed.”

    “What’s the matter?” Andy asked.

    “Death Eaters.” Jasmine answered succinctly, pointing to the remaining Dark Mark, “Another murder case.”

    “The investigation has been completed and it has been entered into the file.” Leoni sighed, “She is a very elegant lady.”

    “I met Mrs. Aibo before, she was very kind.” Jasmine bowed her head regretfully.

    “What?” Sylvia’s eyes widened suddenly, “Who do you think the victim is?”

    “Mrs. Abbott.” Jasmine repeated, “the wife of Mr. Abbott in our department, although I don’t have him with him… Hey! Searle!”

    Sylvia’s legs suddenly lost strength, and it was Andy who grabbed her arm to keep her from kneeling on the ground.

    “What’s the matter with you?” Andy wrapped his arms around her shoulders to make sure she could stand.

    “You said…” Sylvia looked at the corpse looming in the crowd, and her whole body trembled.

    “You know?” Andy asked softly.

    “I…” Sylvia staggered forward, squeezed through the crowd, saw the familiar face with her own eyes, and finally knelt down slowly.

    She had never noticed before that Rebecca looked so much like her mother.

    “Hey, how are you?” Leoni also stepped forward and pressed Sylvia’s shoulder.

    “This is Betty’s mother.” Sylvia looked at Leonie, and the huge tears rolled down as if she couldn’t stop, “Betty is my best best friend. She Mom has always been very kind to me…I just patrolled around their house a few days ago…I just said good morning to her.”

    Leonie didn’t say anything, just hugged Sylvia tightly. She could feel that the girl was already weeping in her arms. And really, there was no cry.

    “…Betty just got married…” Sylvia sobbed and said something, but Leonie only understood this sentence.

    “The body needs to be disposed of.” With a wave of Jasmine’s wand, a wooden coffin floated over.

    “Searle.” Andy called his partner’s name, imagining an order to calm the newcomer. But he found that he really couldn’t do anything but call out his name.

    Sylvia wiped her tears and stood up and stepped aside, bowing her head so that her long hair could block her crying red eyes.

    Why do I seem to…don’t remember this?

    But it seems…that there is such a thing.

    “Cry happily.” Andy rubbed her head.

    Sylvia shook her head vigorously.

    “I’m sorry… Syl…” Leoni said and lowered her head.

    “What can I do as an Auror?” Sylvia looked at Andy with a wry smile, “Why…why am I still helpless at a critical moment?”

    “Don’t be like this…” Leonie absolutely couldn’t believe that she would show such a gentle look at the moment, but only if she didn’t expect such grief on Sylvia’s face.

    “Because the Aurors can’t protect everyone.” Andy’s voice made Sylvia’s eyes suddenly brighten and disappear like a shooting star piercing the night sky.

    She disliked herself who accepted the reality like this. But what Andy said was always so simple, so obvious, so easy to ignore, so precise and so real.

    “If you can’t do it, throw it away, think about what else you can do.” Andy looked up to the sky. The night was dark, there was no moonlight, and even the moment he raised his head, a light rain started to fall.

    “I’ll send Mrs. Abbot home.” Sylvia said and looked at Jasmine.

    “Are you sure you want to do this job?” Jasmine also sighed.

      I am sorry for your loss.”

    “Come on, I’ll be with you.” Andy waved his wand and took over the covered coffin.

    “You want to go with me?” Sylvia looked at him.

    “We’re partners, Searle.”

    It was midnight when Sylvia returned to the little suite upstairs in the Trick. She went home without seeing Fred, and Apparated here.

    “Fred.” Sylvia didn’t turn on the lights. She looked at Fred, who was sleeping because of exhaustion, and even couldn’t bear to wake him up. But her inner fear and pain kept tormenting her, making her unable to support her emotions.

    “Bunny?” Fred rubbed his eyes when he heard the familiar call. But he just stretched out his hand, as if waiting for his proprietress to throw herself into his arms like she usually returns late.

    “Fred…” Sylvia didn’t know why she was standing there as if she couldn’t move her legs, calling his name over and over again, “Fred…”

    “What’s the matter?” Fred immediately woke up feeling that something was wrong, grabbed his wand and lit the lights in the room, causing both of them to close their eyes suddenly because of the sudden light.

    “Hey! What’s the matter? My dear?” After Fred got used to it, he opened his eyes again, and when he saw the girl he loved in front of him, he panicked, “What’s wrong with you? What happened? already?” He stood up abruptly, and the parchment recording today’s exaggerated sales records rolled to the ground.

    “Fred…I…” Sylvia just shook her head.

    “What’s wrong with your face?” Fred stared at her, “Who hit you?”

    “Rebecca.” Sylvia said, ignoring Fred’s stunned eyes and continued, “Her mother is dead.”

    “What?” Fred’s eyes widened.

    “It was too late when the Aurors arrived…We didn’t even have a clue about the murderer…” Sylvia fought back tears, “I told Betty the same, but…who can accept…”

    “You went to tell her?” Fred obviously thought it was a bad arrangement, but then sighed, as if he understood it again.

    “She gave me a slap.” Sylvia looked like she was self-inflicted, “Then hugged me and cried…I don’t know what I should do…I said a word Can’t even tell…”

    “Does her sister at school know?”

    “Mr. Abbott has written to Hogwarts. Hannah will be back soon.” Sylvia nodded, “I was…I was thinking, How could I say something like sympathy? I think it’s too cruel… I appeared in front of them intact, with no trace of fighting the Death Eaters, and said sympathy to them?”

    “Did Betty say anything? Maybe something can help?” Fred asked softly.

    “How can I help?” Sylvia touched her slapped cheek, “She pushed me hard…or more than one…and then slapped me Ask me why I didn’t protect her mother? Am I not an Auror?” She said, shaking her head, “That’s what she wants me to do, but it’s too late.”

    “This is what none of us expected…” Fred wanted to pull Sylvia into his arms, but this action was easier than he thought.

    “How could this be… Fred… How could Betty’s mother die? I remember at the wedding she said she must come to our wedding…” Sylvia buried her head in Fred’s arms.

    “We’re all sorry about this, Bunny.” Fred rubbed her head gently, “I’ll go to Abbott’s house tomorrow to see if I can help .”

    “Fred…” Sylvia tightened her arms, “I’m suddenly so scared…”

    “Don’t be afraid…don’t be afraid.” Fred also seemed a little less confident, “I’m here, Bunny.”

    “Then can you guarantee that you will always be there?” Sylvia raised her head, her already numb and empty eyes filled with tears again.

    “Of course!” Fred held her face up and said, “I’ll always be here, I promise.”

    That’s good.

    You’ll always be there.

    Sylvia closed her eyes and fell asleep.

    The author has something to say:

    It is a knife.

    It was a sudden knife for me too!

    I was re-reading the original book while I was writing, and I found out that Hannah’s mother died in the original book.

    I lost it! I don’t remember this at all when I set up Rebecca! !

    The material just fell from the sky, so I had to write my

    For the description of the Auror position, the original book does not give much, so basically it is my own understanding. I feel like a police officer.

    I’m going back to school today, I’m going to be so busy this semester. But for the family members whose updates will not be interrupted, you can rest assured to watch, and I will add more to everyone during the New Year and festivals, hahahaha!