MTL - HP Dear Miss Freak-Chapter 12 11. Quidditch and Winter

“It must be nice to play Quidditch in the cold wind.”

"Is this what you helped with?" Percy slapped a piece of parchment in front of Sylvia.

"Good example Percy, we don't talk about studying when we eat." Fred took a bite of the chicken thigh.

"Don't bring Searle like you." George answered immediately.

"I did the math." Sylvia said, looking at Oliver's homework that was being photographed on the table.

"Oliver said you only needed five minutes?" Percy said with a stare.

"Yeah." Sylvia nodded, cleaned up the mashed potatoes in the bowl, and wiped her hands contentedly.

"Bad news." Charlie walked up to them. "Fred, George, Professor McGonagall wants to see you. And you, Sylvia."

"We know we can't escape." Fred smiled and took a sip of orange juice.

"We'll go right away." George made a clinking gesture.

“Have we committed a crime recently?” Sylvia remembered the incident of sneaking yesterday.

"How did you do that?" Percy ignored Charlie's voice, "No one can count so fast! Are you saying you're a genius in arithmetic?"

"No no no that's absolutely not." Sylvia waved her hand quickly, "It's just that I have my own method, do you want to learn it?"

"Of course." Percy's eyes were glowing.

I have to feel that the British are really not good at mathematics.

"Hey, you can't let Syl teach you for nothing, can you?" Fred took Sylvia's shoulders and said.

"Do I have to pay tuition?" George also put on her shoulders.

"You two are almost there." Charlie couldn't stand it any longer, "Percy is your brother."

"But he's not Searle's brother." Fred said as a matter of course.

table.

"One condition." Sylvia cleared her throat and looked at Percy.

"You said it." Percy nodded earnestly, looking carefully at him, he also looked pretty.

"No matter what happens in the future, don't write to your parents against Fred and George."

"Deal." He was very cheerful. Is Percy's No. 1 pick really studying?

"I knew you were the most loyal!" Fred was so excited that he put his arms around Sylvia's shoulders and shook it vigorously.

"Get rid of the annoying Percy!" George did the same, and Sylvia felt like she was about to fall apart between them.

"Don't be too happy, I won't say anything about Professor McGonagall." Percy snorted and walked away. Fred and George stuck their tongues out in the direction their brother had left.

"Why did Professor McGonagall call us?"

"As long as we deny that she went out last night, she has no evidence to believe Filch." The three walked to Professor McGonagall's office together, and the twins were calculating on both sides of Sylvia.

"The fat lady probably won't help us lie." Sylvia shrugged, "Have you hidden the map?"

"Don't worry."

"No one will find out."

"So much trouble after three months of school, what's the matter with the three of you! How many night trips? I'm going to deduct 20 points for each of you!" Professor McGonagall looked angry . The three little lions who did something wrong were only as good as they are now in front of their dean, and they lowered their heads and dared not speak.

Twenty! Only Professor McGonagall can be so impartial.

"We promise never again." Fred immediately admitted.

"How many times have you said this? Mr. Weasley?" Professor McGonagall's sternness was a little scary.

"We really know it's wrong." George showed a well-behaved smile.

"Twenty points is really a big lesson, we really don't dare! If we are caught walking at night again, we will accept any punishment." Sylvia nodded and said seriously.

"You better remember your words." Professor McGonagall said sternly, crossing his arms over his chest, "If the school's punishment can't remind you what to do, I will let your parents Discipline you yourself."

However, as soon as the three little lions left the office, they tacitly showed a sly smile.

"We can't get caught anymore."

"We are invincible." Fred and George said excitedly.

"We'll have to figure out a way to get the fat lady there in the future." Sylvia thought.

The three of them became more and more presumptuous relying on the Marauder map, almost every night they ran out to step on various places on the map, and the whole Hogwarts would be firmly held by them Remember, almost all the secret passages have been traveled by them.

"Do you know what this is?" Sylvia opened the package from Brother Bird at the dinner table.

"What is it?" Fred and George both looked over.

"I asked my mother to buy the fixative solution." Sylvia shook the fixative solution in her hand proudly, "I also asked my mother to add some spells, which are suitable for various Portraits, make sure they look radiant."

"Great!" they both cheered.

Sylvia had promised Mrs. Fat that she would bring something good if she let them go on a night tour. This time their night tour activities are foolproof.

The weather turned colder, and Hogwarts also ushered in the first snow of the year. The wind in the hall brought news of the event to the silver-clad campus. The arrival of Quidditch has undoubtedly ignited this winter.

"Little freak! Are you ready to see my handsome figure?" Dora came to Gryffindor's long table and patted Sylvia's head.

"If you got hit by a Bludger I'd be laughing all over the place, Auntie." Sylvia turned to her and said with a grin.

"You wait and see." Dora said viciously, pinching her face.

"I'm waiting." Sylvia also glared back fiercely, Dora's hands are really strong enough.

"Wear a little more, lest the wind from the stadium make you more stupid." Dora said and loosened Sylvia's face.

"Then you won't be the stupidest one in our family, thank me." Sylvia rubbed her face.

"You better wear more when you get home for Christmas before you get beaten up so bad! Can't believe you can make so many mistakes in just a few months." Dora Turning to leave.

"Your new color is ugly!" Sylvia shouted at her sister's back, Dora changed her dazzling yellow hair today.

"This is our Hufflepuff Canary Yellow!" Dora turned and walked backwards, giving Sylvia a quick middle finger.

"So you look like a big banana!" Sylvia laughed, and when Dora stood away, the hair color and the uniform were completely integrated.

Dora's mouth tells Sylvia that she is saying: Fxxkyou.

"I like the way you get along." Fred patted Sylvia on the shoulder.

"More mashed potatoes?" George brought her new mashed potatoes.

"I like it too." Sylvia smiled and said, "Mash potatoes and my silly sister."

"You and your sister don't seem to get along," Oliver said.

"No, we have a good relationship." Sylvia smiled and shook her head, "It can't be better."

"That's what you don't understand, Oliver."

"The same is true for us and little Ronnie." Fred and George echoed with a smile.

"I really want to meet little Ronnie." Sylvia looked at them both. When will I meet Ron cutie!

"You must come for Christmas."

"You can definitely see how much fun you can find in little Ronnie." Fred and George laughed fondly.

"You still encourage Sylvia to bully Ron with you?" Charlie looked at his two younger brothers in disbelief.

"We were just having fun with Ron."

"Play some fun little games between brothers."

"I'm looking forward to it." Sylvia said with a smile.

"Sylvia, I have already memorized the nine-nine multiplication table." Percy came to the long table and sat down, "When will you continue to teach me? What is that called? Mode?"

"It's super easy, I promise you can do it in half an hour in your brain." Sylvia looked at him and said, "You haven't had time."

"You'll know how busy you are with homework when you get to the third grade." Percy stared in disapproval.

"That's you, Percy." Oliver immediately stopped Percy's next tirade, "No one takes twelve courses."

"It's Mama's sweet baby Percy."

"So proud." Fred and George pretended to be moved to tears.

"Shut up!" Percy yelled at his two younger brothers.

The Quidditch game was good, but the Hufflepuff team was a little weaker, or as Oliver said, Charlie was really good. He caught the Snitch less than half an hour after the opening, and the cheers of Fred and George around Sylvia were about to pierce her eardrums.

"Sylvia, your voice is too loud!" The two of them looked at Sylvia and licked their ears at the same time.

"Are you embarrassed to talk about me?" Sylvia put a force on their shoulders, pressing them to stagger.

"They just need two good hitters." Fred said, and the three walked down the stand together.

"They just need me and Fred." George made a bat-wielding motion.

"You will definitely be selected next year." Sylvia said firmly.

"Of course!" They both said in unison, "You have to come too, Searle."

"As long as Charlie opens a back door for me? You're saying the one I used to get Percy would work for Charlie?" Sylvia said, and they both laughed.

"You can send him a dragon."

"He'll give you the whole Gryffindor team." They both gave a high five with a smile.

"That commentary **** too! There's no passion at all! It's like he's hosting a late-night show on the radio." Li complained, following in the footsteps of the three of them.

"If you want me, you can go and apply with Professor McGonagall."

"You spent the whole game beside us." Fred and George looked at their good brother.

"That's right." Li looked awake.

"I dare say you must be the best commentator, Lee." Sylvia looked at him and encouraged him with a smile.

"I'll go now." Li ran to Professor McGonagall's office.

Everyone in the Gryffindor team was just shoving towards the castle. Charlie holds the Snitch in his hands, receiving praise from his teammates.

It would be nice to be on the team with Fred and George. Sylvia thought. But she knew that she was indeed much worse than Angelina. Everyone's skill really hits the spot in flying class, and the charisma of Fred and George on the broom is so obvious.

"Charlie!" Fred and George cheered.

"Hi!" Charlie waved at them.

"You're amazing!" Sylvia shouted almost hysterically.

"Wait for us next year!" Fred shouted.

"Next year we will win the championship together!" George also waved his hand excitedly.

Maybe this is the magic of Quidditch? It makes people yearn and happy. It brings everyone together, from aficionados to curious novice viewers.

Good. Sylvia thought so. Seeing how their blood is boiling, this winter is not so cold.

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I want to say that our second male lead is two weeks away from meeting you 555 (Why should I let him appear so late?!!

Then our little Searle is a wild way to play Quidditch, after all, he can't do everything, hahahaha

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