HP Dear Miss Freak - Chapter 194

    “Let’s feel sorry for Ron for five minutes.”

    Sylvia received the news and returned to Hogwarts. The moment she stepped on the castle, she really felt inexplicably at ease, as if this was her territory.

    The beating Liu swayed the branches leisurely, Peeves was still making headless jokes as usual, and the big octopus in the black lake stuck its head out. If it weren’t for Ron’s poisoning and returning to Hogwarts, Sylvia would definitely be in a better mood.

    “So, all in all, Ron’s birthday wasn’t great,” Fred said.

    The medical wing was very quiet, only Ron was occupied in this hospital bed. Harry, Hermione and Ginny all sat beside him.

    The twins have repeatedly explained to Sylvia that the Ecstasy product in Ron is definitely not their Wonder Witch.

    “We didn’t expect gifts like this,” George said gloomily, placing a large gift bag on Ron’s bedside cabinet, then sat down beside Ginny.

    “That is, in the scenario we imagined, he was awake,” Fred said.

    “We’re still in Hogsmeade, waiting to surprise him—” George said.

    “You in Hogsmeade?” Ginny asked, looking up.

    “We bought the Joko storefront,” said Fred dejectedly, “let’s make a Hogsmeade branch. But if you can’t go shopping on weekends because of the Death Eaters, There’s still a ghost in that shop… but I won’t talk about it now.”

    “How the **** did this happen, Harry?” Sylvia asked the question in order to find a difference in the stories she knew.

     Unfortunately not.

    “Did Mom and Dad know?” Fred asked Ginny.

    “They’ve seen him, an hour ago—in Dumbledore’s office at the moment, but will be back soon…”

    There was a pause, and everyone watched Ron murmuring in his drowsiness.

    “Poison in the wine?” Fred asked softly.

    “Yes,” said Harry at once, as if relishing the opportunity to revisit the subject, “Slughorn took it from—”

    “Did he put something in Ron’s glass when you weren’t looking?”

    “Possibly, but why did Slughorn poison Ron?”

    “I don’t know,” Fred frowned. “Do you think it’s possible that he mixed up the cups? Was it meant to hurt you?”

    “Why did Slughorn poison Harry?” Ginny asked.

    “I don’t know,” Fred raised his eyebrows, “but there must be a lot of people trying to poison Harry, right? Savior.”

    “You think Slughorn is a Death Eater?” Ginny said.

    “Anything is possible,” Fred said gloomily. “We should be vigilant, right Bunny?”

    “He may be under the Imperius Curse,” George interjected.

    “He could be innocent too,” said Ginny. “The poison could have been in the bottle, so it could have been Slughorn himself.”

    “Who would want to kill Slughorn?” George clicked.

    “Dumbledore thinks Voldemort wants to pull Slughorn over,” said Harry, “Slughorn was in hiding for a year before he came to Hogwarts. And… Maybe Voldemort wanted to get rid of him, thinking he might be valuable to Dumbledore.”

    “Ah.” Sylvia patted her head suddenly.

    “What? What did you think of?” Harry asked.

    “You go ahead first, I’m thinking about something.” Sylvia waved her hand and lowered her head.

    “But Harry, you also said that Slughorn was going to give that bottle to Dumbledore for Christmas,” Ginny reminded, “so the poisoner may also be targeting Dumbledore. Brittany’s.”

    “Then the poisoner doesn’t know much about Slughorn.” Hermione spoke for the first time in so many hours, sounding like she had a bad cold, “People who know Slughorn Everyone knows that he is likely to keep all the delicious food for himself.”

    She was extra quiet today, mostly staring at Ron.

    “Uh-min-n.” Ron suddenly hoarsely exclaimed.

    Everyone fell silent and looked at him worriedly, but he snored after muttering something people didn’t understand.

    The door of the ward slammed open, they were all startled, Hagrid strode in, rain in his hair, bearskin coat flapping behind him, Dolphin-sized mud footprints on the ground.

    “All day in the woods!” he gasped, “Aragog is getting sicker and I’m reading to him–just came up for supper, Professor Sprout Tell me about Ron! How is he?”

    “It’s okay,” Harry said. “They said he’d be okay.”

    “No more than six people at a time!” Madam Pomfrey hurriedly ran from the office.

    “I’m going out.” Sylvia gestured, leaned close to Fred and whispered, “I think of something, go check it out.”

     After Fred nodded, she left the medical wing.

      After all, this professor knows the Horcrux, if it is not successfully incorporated, it can indeed be destroyed directly.

    How come I never thought of this layer?

    So Draco’s trick doesn’t hurt anyone, right?

    So, this poison is very important to Voldemort.

    Sylvia was walking down, but was suddenly pulled by a hand and dragged to the side of the old classroom.

    “I heard you came to school—”

    “Great, I’m looking for you.” Sylvia looked at Draco in front of him, trying to get straight to the point but was frightened by his face, “Hey, how did you change? Is it like this?”

    “Poisoned wine will not be fatal.” Draco swallowed, “I put a mild potion on the bottle…”

    “You’re afraid I’m here to pay for your life, aren’t you?” Sylvia smiled.

    “If I didn’t tell you, you wouldn’t know I gave it to Slughorn,” Draco said stubbornly.

    “But it’s not hard to guess.” Sylvia snorted.

    “I…” He choked, as if he didn’t know how to explain it.

    “You’re going to say this time that Dumbledore won’t be killed so easily by this kind of thing?” Sylvia looked at him with her arms folded, “If Harry hadn’t found it in a hurry Bezoar, Ron isn’t going to be in a coma now.”

    “Crabbe and Goyle are staring at me, they don’t seem to trust me very much, which is troublesome!” Draco growled through gritted teeth.

    “They…” Sylvia’s eyes moved down to notice something, and she snapped Draco’s wrist, “What’s wrong with you?”

    Draco didn’t speak, and pulled his hand back, but Sylvia took his hand again and pulled up the cuff of his shirt, seeing the Dark Mark and the burnt wound on his fair arm trace.

    “They torture you?” Sylvia frowned.

    “He was angry.” Draco lowered his head. “At Christmas he expressed his disappointment with me, and the mark hurts like crazy. I was stupid…”

    “You burnt your hand in a frenzy? Draco, you’re crazy.” Sylvia let go of his hand and her tone softened.

      ,do you understand?”

     Kill Dumbledore and leave the rest alone.”

    “Don’t worry? What can you do? Dumbledore is not the only one who will die when the Death Eaters come in.” Draco stared, “I told you in advance that I wanted you to be an Auror. Caught them on the spot!”

    “I talked to Dumbledore and we have a full plan.” Sylvia said patiently.

    “Really? Don’t say I didn’t warn you if you were caught off guard!” Draco trembled, as if the ending could be expected.

    “As soon as you signal me, I’ll be here, as will the Aurors patrolling nearby,” Sylvia said.

    “But how do you know how many people they have and what kind of weapons they have prepared?” Draco held Sylvia’s shoulder, and his voice raised involuntarily, “You can’t Let them actually come in!”

    “What will you do if you don’t let them in?” Sylvia whispered, “Let your plan fail again? Let my aunt and cousin die like this?”

    Draco was stunned, and slowly withdrew his hand.

    “Hey, Xiaolong, if it’s more stressful for you to join us, that’s definitely not what I want to see.” Sylvia sighed softly, “I know The situation is complicated. Just trust me. What I promise you will be done.” She paused before continuing, “And besides you we have Snape, just do your thing.”

    Draco suddenly raised his head and looked at Sylvia with piercing eyes: “No, no. You are all deceived! Snape is the Dark Lord’s man!”

    Sylvia was stunned, lowered her eyes and thought for a while, then smiled: “Okay, I’ll tell Dumbledore.”

    It doesn’t matter if this guy takes this news as a trump card to gain her trust or whatever. He blurted out at this moment, and it seemed that the warm side in his heart prevailed.

    And Draco would say that, indicating that Snape was really powerful, and he was perfectly disguised in the Death Eaters.

    “Then…” Draco took a small bottle from his pocket, “for that redhead.”

    “An antidote?” Sylvia took it, “You’re here to give me this?”

    “If the plan is successful, I will find a way to pass it to Dumbledore.” Draco nodded, “The hand left on the bottle is for this wiggle room. “

      “

    “What do you want?” he asked. “My mother and I were sidetracking on the things you mentioned earlier, but there was really no result. Our current situation is not optimistic.”

    I didn’t ask you about the Horcrux until I knew that you were not safe.

    “Can you call Leah out for me to talk?” Sylvia asked, “If she doesn’t want to talk, that’s fine.”

    “You mean the curse?” Draco said sternly.

    “How much do you know?” Sylvia looked at him.

    “She came to tell me one day that she had such a curse on her.” Draco said with a sigh, “I knew you wrote to her asking about it. “

    “I want to save her.” Sylvia said bluntly.

    Draco was silent for a while before slowly opening his mouth: “I only know that this is a very ancient curse. When the Greengrass family was just getting stronger, the dark wizard of the desolate family was at that time. Framed, left a vicious curse on the blood of their family. When I was a teenager, I would find that my body began to deteriorate, and I generally didn’t live long.”

    “Bock mentioned that he knows a man who is proficient in curses, do you have any clue?” she continued.

    “Bock?” Draco frowned.

    “I want to ask him, it’s very important,” Sylvia said, “It’s just that I want to borrow an identity. A useful identity.”

    “Get Bock to speak?” Draco frowned slightly and took a ring from his hand. “Give him enough money and nothing can be done, take it.”

    “How much Galleons is this worth?” Sylvia took the ring and looked at it, “Hundreds? Several thousand?!”

    Draco ignored her and continued: “As for whether that person knows a way or will tell you, learn an Imperius Curse.”

    “I’m an Auror! You told me to learn the Unforgivable Curse?” Sylvia’s eyes widened.

    “Are you kidding me?” Draco sneered, “Your fire is famous among the Death Eaters.”

    “That’s different.”

    “The same, Sylvia.” Draco smiled and shook his head, “With your character, nothing is impossible when necessary.”

    “It looks like she understands me very well.” Sylvia weighed the heavy ring in her hand, “If that’s the case, it will cost Master Malfoy.”

    “Take the ring.” Draco turned to her again, “I want you to lift the curse on Leah.”

    “Okay.” Sylvia held the ring tightly in her hand.

    It is not difficult for Ron to drink this unexplained antidote, as long as Sylvia left Hogwarts and quickly found Norman.

    Norman is so nice.

    In order to give the poor patient a good rest, and to have the energy to go to work the next day, Sylvia and the twins left the medical wing together.

    “I thought Dumbledore was going to talk to you, Bunny,” said Fred.

    “After all, it’s rare to come to school, isn’t it?” George echoed.

    “He probably can’t take care of himself, and I can’t help.” Sylvia said, looking at the students walking by, “From Katie to Ron, students have been injured all the time. This will only make everyone more apprehensive.”

    “Has your field work resumed?” Fred asked as he walked off campus.

    “No.” Sylvia reached out and greeted several Auror colleagues guarding around Hogwarts.

    “It really can’t help if you want to.” George shrugged, “I think the Order of the Phoenix is ​​also crazy.”

    “There is less work in the department, so you have time to work on the Order of the Phoenix.” Fred was implying something.

    “How are you? Searle? Is it okay?” George just picked up the topic, “When I went back several times, I met people who went to the Burrow for dinner, and I could only see their faces embarrassed. .”

    “Obviously I can’t escape, George.” Sylvia smiled wryly.

    “Especially Remus and Dora, alas, the two of them—” Fred wanted to ask, but didn’t seem to think how to ask, “I saw that Dora’s patron saint was a wolf that day. !”

    “Hey! I think they’re a good fit!” George shrugged. “Just don’t know what’s wrong.”

    “Remus doesn’t think he’s old, poor or a werewolf worthy of my sister.” Sylvia sighed, “If I could slap Remus to wake me up I’d love to be the bad guy.”

    “What did Sirius say?”

    “What did your parents say?”

    they both asked.

    “I think it’s funny. This Sirius obviously lost an opportunity to be shocked because his good brother kidnapped his niece, and it’s too late for both comforts, you know He’s not good at this.” Sylvia chuckled, “It’s a pity that this topic has become a taboo in our family.”

    “I never thought that such a thing would happen to the Patronus.” Fred was amazed, he said to hold Sylvia’s hand in his pocket, “You—hand What are you holding?”

    Sylvia let go of the ring she was rubbing all the way before pulling out her hand from her pocket, and Fred just noticed the subtle movement.

    “It’s nothing.” She blurted out subconsciously, and didn’t mean to hide it, but she just blurted out inexplicably.

    It’s nothing!

    Fred quickly reached into his pocket and took out the ring, stared and stopped.

    “Wow.” George’s eyes widened, “This looks like a lot of money, buddy.”

    “Give it back to me when you’re done reading it.” Sylvia reached for it, but when Fred raised her arm, she couldn’t reach it.

    “You just went to see Malfoy, didn’t you?” Fred said in disbelief. “What did he mean?”

    “You mean too much!” Sylvia rolled her eyes.

    “You went to Malfoy? You think he poisoned little Ronnie?” George narrowed his eyes.

    “It’s also your job to keep his affairs secret! I tell you, he’s a key part of Dumbledore’s many plans.” Sylvia moved out of Dumbledore to shock and deter Stay with them both, “He gave the antidote, things are complicated, I’ll talk to you later when I go back.”

    “When he came to the store to look for you, he couldn’t see that he was going to kill you.” George snorted coldly, “If he succeeds, he can claim credit! It’s really both sides. Take advantage of it.”

    “We just have to follow Dumbledore’s word, understand? Don’t care about anything else!” Sylvia apologized for not being able to tell George all about it, but fortunately Fred could Be considerate—

    “Fred?” Sylvia looked at Fred who was unhappy, “What are you doing?”

    You know it all! What are you doing with this look!

    “Why did he give you the ring?” Fred frowned.

    “Searle, I always wanted to say that you are too unusual for this Malfoy?” George stretched his tone and said, “Then it’s okay to help him, why don’t you even have a ring? Received.”

    “Don’t fall into trouble at this time! George Weasley!” Sylvia growled helplessly, “I have something to do, he will give me something valuable to do Well, he couldn’t have given me the Gringotts key at that time, could he?”

    “Joke! You’re my girl, why do you want him to give you money?” Fredra took her hand and returned the ring to her, “It’s really annoying.”

    “You really believe him?” Fred lowered his voice and said solemnly.

    Sylvia nodded.

    “If he dares to hurt us again.” George said coldly, “I will kill him.”

    “If he betrays my trust, I will do it myself.” Sylvia closed her eyes heavily, “Do you believe me?”

    “Isn’t it you who we believe in?” They both said and snorted at the same time, and walked forward.

    “I…”

    “Bunny, your biggest problem is that you’re too soft-hearted.” Fred sighed.

    “I know.” Sylvia accepts the criticism.

    “We’re afraid you’ll be disappointed someday.” George pressed her shoulders, “After all, you’ve worked so hard.”

    “I know.” Sylvia knew they were both thinking of themselves.

    “Even if he is preparing for both hands, are we going to sit still?” Fred snorted coldly, took a key from his pocket and handed it to Sylvia, “I know it is What made us decide to buy the Hogsmeade branch?”

    “The branch has a back door leading to the basement.” George laughed. “It could be a secret base or a refuge.”

    “George and I thought about it, according to this situation, a stronghold is important to you and us, isn’t it?” Fred smiled and blinked, he was from the west Inspired by Sylvia’s secret base.

    “And like you said, we should be fully prepared.” George raised his chin proudly, “The headquarters has changed from Sirius to the Burrow, in case it needs to be changed someday. ?”

    “You two…” Sylvia laughed while holding the key.

    You two—what a dick!

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    The amount of information is a bit large, so I don’t even know what to say for a while

    It seems that everything is ready, it seems that it is almost ready for the battle of the Astronomy Tower

    I’m so nervous, my friends, it’s going to explode!

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