MTL - HP Dear Miss Freak-Chapter 17 16. Screaming Shack and Books

"I don't know when, the screaming shack and the library have become Sylvia's permanent stronghold."

Potion, the enemy of a lifetime.

Sylvia had to spend a lot of time learning about potions, and writing a paper could make her scratch her head for a long time.

, closed his eyes leisurely.

Sylvia stopped flipping the book and looked over: "Mr. Wavlin? Are you taking a nap here?" stunned.

"Don't the library allow naps? Miss Tonks." Hoddle didn't open his eyes.

"When did you come here?" Sylvia continued to find the thesis material she needed in the book.

"Just here." Hoddle yawned casually.

"You think I'm noisy when you first came? Are you shameless?" Sylvia flipped through the book a few times.

"What are you doing so fast? You can't find the content and it's noisy." Hoddle said slowly.

"I can't find it so I can turn it quickly! Besides, if you're too noisy, just leave."

"You run the library? Want me to go?"

"Then you opened the library? Don't let me turn over the book?" Even if you are a handsome guy, or a handsome guy who grows in my aesthetics, I am very principled. Sylvia thought.

"No one usually sits here." Hoddle said, barely opening his beautiful peach eyes.

"It's a coincidence, I also like this." Sylvia shrugged and pointed to the bookshelf in front of the table, "After all, very few people come to the library to find the "Eighteenth Century Trends" classics."

"What are you proud of? I discovered this when I was in first grade, so this is my nap spot." Hoddle yawned again, how sleepy was he? They closed their eyes and yawned.

"Why don't you sleep in the dormitory? You Ravenclaw don't have a bed, you all sleep standing up?" Sylvia asked.

"It's too noisy, my roommates. One by one doesn't sleep, and the pages are flipping through the books." Hoddle snorted coldly, "I didn't expect you to come here. Quarrel."

"I'm so sorry." Sylvia rolled her eyes and continued to write her thesis.

"I really convinced you." Hoddle leaned over and glanced at the title of Sylvia's paper, immediately grabbed the book in her hand, flipped the pages quickly, and put it again on the in front of her.

"Oh!" Sylvia suddenly realized what was in the book, looked at Hoddle and exclaimed in an exaggerated tone, "As expected of an old Ravenclaw full of wisdom."

Hoddle let out a sneer, rolled his eyes, said something like an idiot, and closed his eyes again. This guy really didn't make a sound when he turned the book, but since he could suddenly appear beside Sylvia without making a sound, what's so strange?

Sylvia frowned slightly, she noticed a smell of smoke on Hoddle, although it was not very heavy. But she didn't think much of it and continued to write her potions thesis.

Sylvia didn't expect that Hoddle really slept beside her all afternoon. He casually took a copy of the "Wizard's Beauty Collection" that he didn't know who had put it on the table and put it on his face and fell asleep. Hoddle probably didn't expect Sylvia to actually lower the sound of turning pages.

Holder slept soundly when Sylvia finished all her homework.

"Enviable sleep quality." Sylvia murmured softly, and Hoddle suddenly picked up the book and opened his eyes to look at her.

"Damn it! Don't tell me I woke you up?" Sylvia raised her hand innocently, "You are yourself a light sleeper!"

"Is there anyone else here? Miss Tonks." Hoddle put the book back on the shelf.

"Can't I go." Sylvia packed her things and stood up.

"I wrote that much in one afternoon." Hoddle raised his eyebrows and looked at the thin stack of parchment in her hand.

"It's not as good as you, I slept all afternoon." Sylvia said angrily.

"I like to sleep in the afternoon." Hoddle picked up a thick book on the table. Did he really carry a book with him?

"In this way, I will have the energy to read at night." The cover of the book reads "Mysterious Eastern Country: Traditional Chinese Culture and History".

"You passed the Chinese biological clock, right?" Sylvia laughed when she saw the cover.

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"Indeed." Sylvia made a gesture of farewell and turned to leave, but immediately took a few steps back, "If you want to understand Chinese and Eastern culture, you can first look at Chinese History of magic, that's easier to understand, then read Muggle books. This area is definitely a challenge, even for you, Mr. Wafflenn." She grimaced and hopped away.

As tormenting as potions are, there is never a shortage of joy in Gryffindor. Especially with Fred and George around, not to mention their birthdays are coming.

"Happy birthday! Boys." Sylvia avoided a Fred and George modified dung mine and walked to the armchair and sat down.

"What about the gift?" They both reached out to Sylvia at the same time.

"Yo, I received a lot." Sylvia saw gifts piled up at their feet.

"You didn't prepare us for it, did you?"

"Then don't blame us for turning our backs on us." The two of them stared wide-eyed and pretended to be vicious.

"Can I give an ordinary gift?" Sylvia picked out a Bibi Duo bean from a large open box and stuffed it into her mouth, "I gave it absolutely It's better than that, and you'll love it."

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

"I'll take you to bungee jumping in the summer vacation." Sylvia said with a smile.

"Bungee?"

"What's that?"

"It's exciting and fun." Sylvia patted them on the shoulder, "Please play, how about a birthday present?" at a glance.

Perhaps the Weasley Twins have a mysterious ability to communicate with each other?

"Are you afraid that it won't be fun enough to follow me?" Sylvia squinted her eyes in anger.

"Say it."

"Summer vacation." The two of them held out their hands, and Sylvia gave them high fives one by one.

"Did you shirk it recently?" Fred asked with narrowed eyes.

"It's alright, Searle. What matters is your heart, we'll be happy with whatever you give." George patted her on the shoulder.

"You two have no conscience." Sylvia punched each of them, "Do you know how expensive a bungee jump is? How about three gold Galleons per person!"

"Fuck me? Really?" Fred screamed, clutching his arm, not knowing whether it was in pain or frightened by the price.

"What is so expensive to play." George's eyes widened.

"Follow me." Sylvia watched as the two of them finally finished opening the last present.

"Where?" They both looked up.

"I found a good place, take the map with me." Sylvia said, and walked out of the lounge.

"What else is there to do?"

"Is there anything else we don't know about Hogwarts?"

"I only told you that I treated you as my best friend, so watch out to see if anyone is following us." Sylvia said mysteriously.

"We also treat you as our best friend."

"So what's that place?" The two of them walked around Sylvia with the licorice wand in their mouths from the gift box.

"I found a secret base for us." Sylvia said with a smile.

"Then what are you waiting for!" The two of them put the licorice wand into their mouths, patted off the candy on their hands, and dragged Sylvia forward quickly.

"The base can't run, what's the hurry." Sylvia was a little bit dumbfounded, but she still accelerated her pace.

"You won't go over the wall and leave the school, will you?"

"We have a secret passage, do you remember? Although I also want to try it over the wall." Fred and George were eager to try.

"Of course not, you are optimistic." Sylvia has brought the two to the punching willow.

"Huh? We've been here before, that tree is not easy to mess with." Fred patted her on the shoulder.

"Li was almost beaten by it last time." George showed a regretful expression.

"Wait." Sylvia smiled at them, quickly flashed past the branches of the willow, and rushed to the trunk to hold down the scab.

It is more convenient when the first grader is still small.

The beating willow is quiet.

Sylvia turned around and saw Fred and George approaching. "There's actually a mechanism here?" Fred looked at the scab happily, and poked it a few more times, not afraid of death.

"How did you find out?" George asked.

"It's a coincidence." Sylvia pointed to the location of the tree hole, "Go in."

Fred and George walked in with little hesitation, and Sylvia followed. "Follow." George grabbed her wrist and Fred lit his wand.

"You guys are still turning against the guests?" Sylvia asked with a smile.

"Shit!" Fred tripped over the stairs that suddenly appeared.

"Are you all right? Dude." George asked.

"Where does this lead to?" Fred muttered, but he was clearly excited and was picking up his pace.

"Don't tell anyone." Sylvia emphasized.

"Of course," they both said at the same time.

Going forward, Fred fumbled and pushed open a door.

Screaming Shack. This is the secret base of the marauders. Stealing the map and stealing the base, Sylvia felt that she was really unkind. But her dear uncle loved her so much that it was not too much to leave this place to her favorite niece.

"This is..." Fred looked out the window.

"Hey! There is no other entrance." George surveyed the room excitedly.

"It's off-campus." Fred said. Sylvia also leaned over beside him and looked out together, some villages could be seen in the distance. That is Hogsmeade.

"It's so cool here too." George patted the dust on the old four-poster bed and sat down.

"We can do our tricks here," Fred said. "No more fear of exploding in the dorm."

"Aren't you afraid of blowing up this place?" Sylvia folded her arms around her chest, "I finally found such a good place."

"Searle, how do you want me to praise you?" Fred hooked her shoulders.

"Don't praise me, I know I'm great." Sylvia raised her head.

George also got up and walked over to her: "This couldn't be a better birthday surprise."

"By the way, we have to clean this place." Sylvia said, "George, look at your robes, they are all white!"

"Such a thing."

"We're not very good at it." The two of them immediately gave a pleasing smile.

"What? Want to sit back and enjoy it?" Sylvia raised her eyebrows.

"We'll go get you something to eat." The two of them almost scrambled to run back.

Why should I expect them to clean up? Might as well count on Dora. Sylvia sighed and started to clean up the house.

Sylvia didn't come home for the Easter break, and she and Fred and George were literally screaming and taking root in the shack. It's quite decent to clean up here, especially with a big bed, which is surprisingly comfortable. Sylvia basically slumped on this big bed for two-thirds of the day.

"Come and help! Searle." Fred raised his head and looked at her through the thick smoke of the cauldron.

"Stop reading novels! I'm going to cry later." George also looked up at her.

"What do you know! How touching!" Sylvia stood up from a carp on the bed and put down the novel in her hand, "Do you really want me to help? Don't be afraid that I will blow this place up. already?"

"Come here and cut up these chrysanthemum roots for me." Fred patted the wooden floor beside him.

"And these figs, hulled." George pushed over a pile of Abyssinian shriveled figs.

"Don't send me, I'm enjoying my vacation." Sylvia said, sitting next to Fred and picking up the knife.

"The world won't forget your help the day Weasley's magic tricks became famous." Fred patted her on the shoulder.

"If you come to be our assistant, we will also consider giving you dividends." George also patted her on the shoulder.

"Then I really thank you," Sylvia rolled her eyes, "Remember to add me to your partners then."

"How about putting your face on our improved shit?" Fred said with a smile, picking up the **** on the side.

"If you don't want me to fill your mouth with shit." Sylvia gave a "friendly" smile.

"You can get a whole box of your own face for your birthday next year." George laughed. "We can pack the **** to look like you."

"I can blow your head off, turn it into a dung ball, and put it back in the package." Sylvia turned a "friendly" smile to George.

"You can't be so angry all the time, you can't fight and kill at every turn." Fred said with a smile.

"If only the effect of our improved dung eggs was as hot as yours." George played with three dung eggs.

"Don't always use me as a metaphor." Sylvia rolled her eyes wider.

"We're wondering if there's a way to make our modified dung mine explode with our thoughts?" Fred played with a dung egg thoughtfully.

"It doesn't happen like it did with Filch," George said.

"You mean, timed bombs?" Sylvia asked.

They both looked at her sharply: "Tell me about it!"

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A few words were blocked in this chapter, so I re-edited and reposted it, but my words were gone? ! So the usual update time is delayed 555

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