HP Dear Miss Freak - Chapter 190

    “Christmas can only be merry and warm! That noseless bald head can’t stop that!”

    As an Auror, in addition to the thrills, there will still be some quiet days.

    Can’t be sent to St. Mungo’s every day? How much more work does it add to the home therapist?

    Sylvia made fun of herself.

    A lot of things happened, but she came to the end of the year smoothly and ushered in the Christmas holiday.

    And Sylvia likes to spend Christmas at the Burrow.

    “Snape said he wanted to help him? Did he really say he wanted to help him?” As soon as she entered the kitchen she heard Ron’s voice and stood still.

    “If you ask again,” Harry whispered, “I said put this kale in—”

    “I’m just checking!” Ron was standing in front of the kitchen sink, chipping off a hill of brussels sprouts for his mother.

    “Yes, Snape said he’d help him!” said Harry. “He said he promised Malfoy’s mother to protect him, and he made an unbreakable oath or something—”

    “Unbreakable oath?” Ron was stunned. “No, he can’t be… sure?”

    “Yeah, I’m sure,” said Harry, “but what does that mean?”

    “An unbreakable oath cannot be broken…”

    “I figured this out too, it’s interesting. So, what happens if I violate it?” Harry continued to ask.

    “Death.” Sylvia said the word without emotion.

    Ron glanced back at Sylvia, then looked at Harry and continued to explain: “When I was five, Fred and George wanted me to stand up, and I almost Standing up, already shaking hands with Fred or something, Dad found out, he was mad,” his eyes flashed with memory, “This is the only time I’ve seen Dad get angry like Mommy. Fred Saying that his left buttocks are different from now on.”

    “Okay, let’s not talk about Fred and the left butt-” Harry raised his eyebrows.

    “Say what?” said Fred, and went to the kitchen to hug Sylvia and put his chin on her shoulder, “Ah, George, look, they’re using Where’s the knife. God bless them.”

    “I’ll be seventeen in a little over two months!” said Ron irritably, “and then I’ll be able to use magic!”

    “But before that,” said George, sitting at the table with his feet tucked into it, “we can appreciate your demonstration of how to use it properly—ouch.”

    George ouches because Ron cut his finger.

    “You did it all!” Ron said angrily, sucking his severed thumb, “Wait, I’m seventeen—”

    “I’m sure you’ll stun us with magic that no one has thought of until now.” Fred said with a smile.

    “Speaking of so far no one has thought of magic, Ron,” said George, “we heard from Ginny that you have a situation with a little girl, and if our intel is correct, the little girl The girl’s name is Lavender Brown. What’s going on?”

    Ron blushed a little, turned and peeled the kale, but didn’t seem unhappy.

    Sylvia chuckled.

    “What are you laughing at?” Ron gave Sylvia an unhappy glance.

    “Nothing.” Sylvia waved her hand hastily, “I just remembered Ginny’s description of your kissing skills.”

    “Oh! Enough!” Ron rolled his eyes, “Don’t meddle!”

    “What a piercing answer.” Fred still smiled, “I really don’t know what you think, what we want to know is… how could it be?”

    “What do you mean?”

    “Did that girl have a car accident or something?”

    “What?”

    “How could she have such extensive brain damage? Be careful!”

    When Mrs. Weasley came in, she happened to see Ron throw the cabbage knife at Fred. With a languid flick of his wand, Fred turned the knife into a paper airplane. And Sylvia took advantage of the situation to catch the paper plane and flew to George. The paper plane was taken over by George’s wand, and finally landed safely on the table.

    “Ron!” The mother was furious. “Don’t let me see you throwing knives again!”

    “I won’t,” Ron said, and as he turned to Kale Mountain, he added in a low voice, “—for you to see.”

    “Remus is coming tonight, we need to allocate a bed.” Mrs. Molly faced the older children.

    “I’ll go back after dinner.” Sylvia said sympathetically, “Fred will stay.”

    “This is what we discussed.” Fred nodded.

    “Fine.” Mrs. Molly continued, “Fred, George, I think Bill will have to squeeze with you two.”

    “No problem,” George said.

    “Charlie’s not coming back, so Ron happens to live in the attic, if Fleur lives with Ginny—”

    “Then Ginny’s Christmas is—” Fred muttered.

    “Everyone should be comfortable, at least have a bed.” His mother’s tone was a little irritable.

    “Percy’s ugly face certainly won’t show up?” Fred asked bluntly.

    Mrs. Weasley turned around and replied, “No, I think he’s busy, in the Department.”

    “Or he’s the biggest fool in the world,” Fred said as Mrs. Weasley left the kitchen. “It has to be one or the other.”

    “Are you too quiet today, Syl?” Harry asked uncertainly. “Are you all right? I heard you were hurt.”

    “Don’t worry, that’s good.” Sylvia sighed, “I was just thinking about something…”

    A lot to be exact.

    Christmas is also an important milestone. Sylvia was using almost all of her brain cells to remember every detail. Especially seeing Harry now, all kinds of things started to go through her mind involuntarily.

    “Did Hermione tell you something?” It was Harry who asked this sentence, and it seemed that he had a hard time. Ron now turned his attention to the kale with some guilt.

    “Hermione?” Sylvia frowned, “I meant to say, don’t break the girl’s heart, Ronald.”

    “I broke Hermione’s heart?” said Ron incredulously.

    “I mean Lavender.” Sylvia clicked, “Listen to Ginny, that girl is very obsessed with you. Falling in love means different responsibilities.”

    When the three of them heard the news from Ginny, they all expressed that Ron’s feelings were not serious.

    “Oh! Come on! Don’t listen to Ginny!” Ron looked very angry. “She asked you to tell?”

    “That’s not it.” How could Sylvia say what Ginny and Hermione complained about in front of her, “No matter that, I do have another thing to say .” She looked at Fred, “You may be speechless, prepare yourself.”

    “What did you do?” Fred asked.

    “I met Percy before the holiday and I begged him to come back for the holiday.” Sylvia whispered.

    It’s okay, that guy would have come back because Scrimgeour was trying to win Harry over anyway.

    Then the twins and Ginny smashed them on the glasses with parsnip.

    “You did this? Merlin!” Fred indeed shouted speechlessly, “You’re lenient enough without beating him!”

    “Ha! Apparently the Assistant Minister can’t be invited!” George sneered.

    “It’s Christmas…it’s at this juncture again.” Sylvia pouted, “Really? You know what I mean? It’s so dangerous outside, don’t say Christmas It’s the holiday, and every family is trying to be reunited every day. You know now, whoever goes out is… life or death is uncertain.”

    “Yeah, if he dies alone—”

    “Fred Weasley!”

    “—I’ll go and collect his body too! He wants us to ignore it, it’s just a dream!” Fred raised his voice to catch up with his own words, “And he? Just a White-eyed wolf! The more I say it, the more angry I get.”

    “Be quiet, don’t let mom hear.” George reminded kindly.

    “Percy is the Assistant Minister. If he joins the Order of the Phoenix, he can help a lot.” Sylvia clicked, “Scrimgeour is the place where he can really get first-hand information. . This is something all of our Order of the Phoenix members at the Ministry of Magic can’t do.”

    “Is it time for you to show it? Goblins?” Sylvia raised her eyebrows.

    “Come on, Fred.” George smiled and stood up and put on Fred’s shoulder, “Spray all your anger on the goblins.”

    “Catch a lucky goblin and put it on the Christmas tree.” Fred was clearly satisfied with his idea.

    “Another tutu?” George suggested cheerfully.

    After the two of them left gearing up, Sylvia turned back to the two young boys.

    “I think…” She and Harry said at the same time.

    “You speak first.”

    Laughed together at the end.

    “Can you talk?” Ron seemed more anxious than the two of them.

    “I heard what you said.” Sylvia said after Harry made another courtesy.

    No one told Sylvia about this, including Draco and Snape. Forget it, how could you count on Snape.

    “Actually I want to discuss this with you too.” Harry lowered his voice.

    “Where did you hear that?” She looked at Harry like a torch.

    “I attended Professor Slughorn’s Christmas dinner… oh, the new Potions Professor, you know Snape got his wish to teach Defence Against the Dark Arts?” Sylvia nodded and continued, “He wasn’t invited, but Filch caught him at the door. After Professor Slughorn acquiesced to his stay, Snape insisted on taking him away. I don’t think it’s right. Just followed. Because I think Katie’s…”

    “Oh! You’re here again!” Ron rolled his eyes and looked at Sylvia again, “Harry thinks Malfoy is a Death Eater.”

    Sylvia did not speak because she was thinking.

    Draco is following the original line.

    “We saw him go to Boginbok before,” Harry insisted, “We heard with our own ears what he was going to buy and didn’t take.”

    “That’s the day you showed your skills at the trick shop.” Ron spread his hands, “But he didn’t take it away, did he?”

    “But that opal necklace is from Boginbok! Hermione has seen it!” Harry quickly added, “We watched Katie get hurt by that necklace!”

    “I went to see Katie.” Sylvia said slowly, “It’s terrible, to be honest. But I think she’ll be better soon with the therapist here.”

    “Then we’ll just have to ask her, isn’t it?” Ron shrugged.

    “So…” Harry pursed his lips and pulled the subject back, “Dumbledore and the others all believed that Snape was on the side of the Order of the Phoenix. But I think you can understand My suspicion.” He looked at Sylvia’s calm expression, and hesitated again, “You will, right? Don’t you think Snape is pretending to help in order to get Malfoy to tell the truth.”

    “I think—” Sylvia answered after thinking for a while, “Of course Draco could be a Death Eater.”

    “You think so too?” Harry and Ron said in unison, but in very different voices.

    “A lot of Death Eaters are forced to join.” Sylvia thought of Norman, “They could be threatened, or something… You know there’s the Imperius Curse. So of course this It’s entirely possible.”

    “He helped us before, I thought he wasn’t bad!” said Ron indignantly, “You should really see him in school. We all said you graduated as soon as you graduated. He’s out of shape.”

    “He wouldn’t hide those bad intentions because he was afraid of me.” Sylvia hurriedly distanced herself from the relationship.

    “And Snape was helping him!” Harry got back to the point.

    “If it’s because of the Unbreakable Curse.” Sylvia’s mind turned quickly, “I think if Draco’s mother brought the Death Eaters to Snape to force him to do it. It’s not impossible. Of course—” She raised her voice when she saw Harry was about to retort. “It’s possible that he did it of his own accord. It’s also possible that they were on the same side. Anyway—” She saw Harry was about to speak again, and hurried again. Increase the volume.

    “I’ll keep an eye on them.” Sylvia gave Harry a reassuring answer.

    Thinking of this, it’s almost time to meet that Draco.

    “But I need you…” She frowned and sighed, “Tell me everything that is wrong in school this semester.”

    The author has something to say:

    A transitional little routine.

    Family, I am going to take the teaching fund again, I am going to be numb, I hope we all pass the teaching fund this spring!!!

    The development of the plot has made me suffer every day, it is so difficult to write, it is too difficult to save these people! I’m in a big state where I want to break my head 555555 I miss writing about campus life woo woo woo woo

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