MTL - HP Dear Miss Freak-Chapter 16 15. The Silver Dagger and Hoddle

"An unexpected person suddenly appears in his own life with a strong light, and there are often different sparks."

"Professor Binns, is there anything else I can help with recently?" Sylvia often goes to Professor Binns' office on weekends to help him organize lesson plans. The elderly may like to take out the old lesson plans and look at them, but they don't have enough energy to rearrange them, so Sylvia has the opportunity to add points while working.

"Oh, do you want to read that paper? It has a similar example to the history of Eastern magic you mentioned a few days ago." Professor Binns said and pointed to a side. stack papers.

"The thesis for the third grade?" Sylvia raised her eyebrows, "It's an O! You rarely give an O grade, do you? Except Percy, this guy can actually almost every time It's all O."

"Percy Weasley's homework is so well-written that you can't find fault." Professor Binns said thoughtfully.

"So it's O? All of us thinking kids are crying, Professor." Sylvia pouted and shook her head, she looked at the name of the author of the paper in her hand, "Hodel Ward Flynn? Descendant of the father of magic theory?"

"The truth is, birth doesn't necessarily mean academics, Miss Tonks, like I never could believe a Weasley boy could write such a paper. You know, Bill Weasley always had a lively point of view," Professor Binns said slowly.

"This?! Hahahahaha." Sylvia looked at the paper and laughed, "How can "Book of Changes" be used to analyze the history of Eastern magic? Hahahahaha! This kind of speculation? The hexagrams are related to oriental divination?"

"I didn't expect you to laugh like this, boy. I seem to hear you when I was reading my textbooks about the wise decisions of the Ministry of Magic that brought years of stability to the wizarding community. Hilarious." Professor Binns spoke at a hypnotically slow pace even when he wasn't in class.

"Don't mention those pedantic old guys at the Ministry of Magic." Sylvia continued to look down, nodding as she read, "Hey, I quite like this article. Although I think "Easy" The Sutra has nothing to do with magic, but he combined it with divination, and it actually looks like something like that, maybe it really has something to do with it."

"Mr. Waughlin is too subjective." Professor Binns sounded like he was about to fall asleep.

"Isn't that bad? Everyone's views are inherently subjective, better than those who are obviously subjective but have to wear a very objective skin, okay? Sylvia said with a shrug, "I'm not sarcastic at the senior who wrote the textbook, Professor."

"I like what you say." A magnetic voice sounded behind Sylvia.

"You..." Sylvia was stunned when she turned around.

The boy in the Ravenclaw gown in front of her looked sullen and gloomy in the dark office. His bangs are so long that they basically cover his eyes, but they can't hide the light in his eyes. Even through the bangs, it can be seen that his eyes are the kind of super beautiful and attractive peach eyes.

The bridge of the nose is too straight! And the jaw angle! You were cut out by a knife, right? Are you Xiaowei carved by Merlin himself? !

"I wrote that." Hoddle pointed to the paper in Sylvia's hand.

"Ah, Mr. Waughlin, I didn't even recognize you." Professor Binns laughed cheerfully.

"Yes Professor. Generally you call me Mark, Anthony, Jamie and more, except Mr. Waughlin." Hoddle laughed, and there seemed to be a man in the dark office. A falling star.

Damn. Is he too handsome? Sylvia swallowed hard in her heart, and even subconsciously tugged at her skirt.

Sylvia doesn't care if her magical metaphor is appropriate or not, but it's the kind of guy who is so handsome and irresistibly attracted to him!

To be honest, it's her type.

"Good to meet you." Sylvia smiled and put the paper back carefully, and turned to leave. If she stayed any longer, she couldn't guarantee that she would not do anything crazy.

"Have you read "Book of Changes"?" Hoddle's voice sounded behind Sylvia. Merlin, why is the handsome guy's voice so magnetic, Sylvia is completely unable to take the next step.

"I haven't read it in full, but I understand some." Sylvia turned back.

Hoddle snorted lightly, raised his head slightly and looked down at Sylvia: "Then your opinion is more subjective than me."

"I'm not like you." Sylvia raised her head, "I understand Chinese! And I've read a lot of Eastern history, even more familiar than Western history."

"Really." Hoddle said casually, with a tone of indifference. It seems that Sylvia's pretense failed.

"This is Sylvia Tonks." Professor Binns introduced Sylvia to him.

"Oh?" Hoddle looked at her suddenly, "Is it you who said the goblin rebellion is the inevitable result of historical development?"

"It's... me." Sylvia felt a little guilty.

"At first glance, it's written by that kind of bumbling kid." Hoddle snorted again.

"I stand by my point of view." Sylvia shrugged and said, "Inequality means that there will be contradictions and conflicts. If there are contradictions and conflicts, there will be intensification one day, sooner or later."

"So what's your opinion?" Hoddle seemed to be aroused.

"I don't have a high opinion. Where there are people, there will be inequality. The problem of social class exists no matter what period or place. It is impossible not to have prejudice." Sylvia arms Holding it to his chest, "Even a school like Hogwarts is discriminated against by the academy. What do you think? Mr. Woughlin?"

"It's very sharp, miss." Hoddle shrugged, "You're just as sharp as your article, but you don't have any idea of ​​taking measures."

"I'm a first-year student, not a Ministry of Magic politician." Sylvia said indifferently, "and I don't think what I write is great, I just express myself in my homework opinion."

"I agree." Hoddle chuckled as if remembering something, "I agree with what you wrote in the article."

"Don't you think I'm an outspoken kid?"

"Yeah, just like me." Hoddle said and turned and walked out of the office.

"It's just that you look much more naive. Find more historical theories to support your point of view, and read more to make your statement more credible." Hoddle was passing Sylvie When Ya was beside her, she bent down slightly and whispered in her ear, "It is better to carry a book with you than to carry a dagger with you. It is more necessary to save your barren brain than to save your ordinary life."

How did he know? Sylvia held down her pocket and gave Hoddle a wary look. She had been carrying a silver dagger with her, but hardly anyone noticed.

"Exactly." Professor Binns floated back to his desk.

"I don't have time to read books, don't I know that reading more books can enrich my knowledge reserve?" Sylvia came back to her senses and said depressedly, "I am studying with potions every day. Fight wit and courage."

"I often hear about you in the staff lounge." Professor Binns laughed.

"Professor Snape's blessing." Sylvia slapped her forehead.

For Sylvia, Potions has become an endless torture.

"Why do I think he deliberately asked us to make such a strange recipe?" Sylvia frowned and narrowed her eyes at the sticky object on the cutting board.

"Just to see your jokes?" Robert snorted disdainfully.

"To see my jokes and deduct points from Gryffindor." Sylvia nodded firmly, feeling that her explanation was reasonable.

"But your knife is very good." Emily said enviously. "Always cut evenly."

"He has a passive skill that doesn't see the goodness of Gryffindor." Sylvia lowered her voice.

"But he easily sees our creativity."

“Every time we give him a new surprise, he will be attracted immediately.” Fred and George turned their heads and said with a smile.

"You can do well, but you have to make trouble, isn't that what you owe?" Robert frowned.

"You're right, glasses boy."

"See very clearly, glasses boy." They both shook their heads.

"I think you've come a long way." Emily ignored the boys and encouraged Sylvia's trembling hands as she handled the slug.

"No, I'm just heartbroken." Sylvia wrinkled her nose with a disgusted expression.

"Every time you walk into the classroom and see the material, it looks like it's gone half-life." Kenneth said regretfully.

"You're right." Sylvia rolled her eyes, "Merlin doesn't know if I'm good at cutting but not good at dealing with strange and disgusting invertebrates. Take me away."

"Merlin doesn't need an idiot." Sylvia's head was smashed, and she didn't have to look back to know that this was our good professor.

"Why only beat me?" Sylvia muttered in a low voice.

"Gryffindor Buckle..."

"Don't buckle!" She turned her head back immediately, and raised her hands above her head, "Professor, please punish me for labor service, I can't stop Ruby from collapsing after finishing the teaching plan of Professor Binns ten years ago. It fell down."

Snape seemed to be pleased, and sneered: "Since Miss Tonks is such a good knife worker, come to my office at night to eviscerate a hundred toads."

Sylvia finally knew what it was like to take a breath.

"Professor, won't you give me the knife?" Sylvia came to Snape's office on time, and in front of him was a large box of toads, even pushing and struggling with each other. Her level of literacy is not enough to describe this nauseating feeling.

"I thought that the dagger that Miss Tonks was carrying was ready to be punished at any time." Snape said, throwing a pocket knife in front of Sylvia, and she felt in her pocket silver dagger in.

How did he know I was always carrying it?

But Sylvia thinks about it carefully, she is so small, whether it is Snape or Hoddle, you can see part of the dagger just by looking down, and she is not very deliberate Hide the presence of the dagger.

But then again, short people don't want to lose face?

Body.

"It looks like your stupid brain is making you arrogant." Snape snorted again.

"Then what? Isn't Hogwarts allowed to carry controlled knives?" Sylvia raised her eyebrows.

"If you use it to assassinate the professor." Snape seemed to have a hard time answering her words, "You can say goodbye to it."

"I won't let you succeed." Sylvia snorted and quickly picked up the next toad to be slaughtered, "The knife is with me! This is my favorite watch My uncle gave it to me."

This was given to Sylvia by Sirius for her third birthday. Sirius is undoubtedly Sylvia's favorite elder, an uncle who is willing to deal with little freaks, and a funny and playful adult. You must know that Sylvia was not likable at all when she was a child. For example, her magic power often ran wild, and her personality often split.

She told Sirius at the time that she wanted a silver dagger as a birthday present, and her uncle who loved her most generously granted her this wish. It's crazy to give a dagger to a three-year-old, but it's something Sirius can do.

As a ranged wizard with a dream of being a melee wizard, of course Sylvia carried that dagger with her, and she also practiced some daggers when she was a child.

"Your uncle? The uncle in Azkaban?" Snape's tone became dangerous, and he could even hear the deep pent-up anger.

Sylvia was silent, she knew how much Snape hated Sirius.

"The first time I gave you a lesson, I realized that you were exactly the same as your hateful uncle." Snape put his hands on the table and leaned forward, " Stupid! Arrogant! Use some conceited means to get people's attention! In fact, he is an idiot!"

You are right. Sylvia didn't dare to say anything, and continued to disembowel the toad in her hand. However, Hogwarts couldn't find a second student who was forced by Snape to yell so close and still continue to do things.

"Go on." Snape rolled up his robes and walked towards the door.

"I didn't stop." Sylvia muttered a little unconvinced.

You don't know! He was misunderstood! And you! The next few years are going to be misunderstood! You **** arrogant!

Snape closed the door, making a loud noise. "I don't cherish the door of my own office so much." Sylvia continued to mutter.

"Why didn't the prince come to save me this time?" Sylvia sighed dejectedly, looking at the half box of toads.

As soon as he finished speaking, the door slammed open.

"We're here to save you!" Fred and George appeared in front of Sylvia, posing as heroes. But Sylvia just widened her eyes and was not particularly moved.

"How?"

"Enough brother?" They both said with a smile, not realizing that a dark shadow was quietly appearing behind them.

"Go back, my good brothers." Sylvia showed a regretful smile. Snape stood directly behind them, looking down at the two lion cubs who had dared to intrude into the Serpent King's territory. The twins turned their heads and shared a pleasing smile.

"Since you're here, let's go with your good friends." Snape said, waved his wand, and a table appeared opposite Sylvia's toad box. Fred and George lifted their stools and trotted to the table and sat down.

"That's how you came to save me?" Sylvia rolled her eyes.

"Mr. Weasleys, copy the sentences." Snape said, and two rolls of parchment flew in front of Fred and George, "Write, I shouldn't break into the professor's office."

"Okay, professor." The two of them rolled up their sleeves and quilled quills and happily copied sentences.

When Snape left again, Sylvia stretched and continued to use the knife. Damn, when will this box of toads bottom out, say 100?

"We'll accompany you."

"Aren't you moved?" The handwriting of the two of them is very eye-catching.

"I'm very moved." Sylvia nodded and said plainly, "Share the blessings and share the difficulties. I read you right."

"Snape won't be back anytime soon."

"At least we got in."

"Tell me, what is your purpose?" Sylvia sighed.

"Let's borrow some materials."

"Snape's personal vault is the most complete."

"Of course not when."

"Weasley's credibility is guaranteed." The twins giggled from both sides of the table to Seale.

"I knew you wouldn't come running to accompany me." Sylvia shrugged.

"Don't do that, Searle." Fred put her on her shoulder, "Of course we're here to accompany you."

"Bring some supplies for our trick business by the way." George took her on the other shoulder.

Sylvia looked at the happy twins, touched the dagger in her pocket, and felt inexplicably heavy.

Maybe she can save Sirius.

Perhaps, she can clear up her grievances for Sirius.

The author has something to say:

About Hoddle, when everyone imagines, you can look at Edward Furlong in his youth (it is no exaggeration to say that he is really the most handsome boy I have ever seen)

I mentioned that he was Xiaowei sculpted by Merlin himself (this is my favorite plaster statue hahaha) It is a statue on a sarcophagus in the Medici Chapel in Florence, Italy. Like David by Michelangelo. The prototype is Giuliano Medici. It is said that he is very handsome, so handsome that he is known as the "Apollo of New Athens" hhhh

The second male is finally here! I even regret having him out so late.

Let me comment on what you think about Hoddle! ! Your advice is especially important to me! !