MTL - HP Dear Miss Freak-Chapter 198 187. Curse and Curse

"The bell must be tied."

Ginny wrote that Harry cursed Draco and that the Gryffindor captain was banned from the final game for his mistake.

"Malfoy looked like he was going to use the Unforgivable Curse on Harry, isn't it a good thing Harry can think of a way to fight back?" Ginny wrote in the letter.

"...but we still won! Praise me! Syr! You should all see how good a Seeker I am." Sylvia couldn't help but see this laughed.

"Then, I'm with Harry." This is how the letter ends.

"It seems that everything is going well, doesn't it?" Leoni looked at the smile on Sylvia's face and couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes, yes, thanks to those Dementors who are asking for kisses everywhere, the Aurors are so short-handed that they need to send me out." Sylvia put the letter paper in a good mood. Folded, "I can finally go out to work again!"

" Exactly, you can try those medicines yourself. Last time Jasmine was attacked, that healing agent can really hold several ounces of white fresh! White fresh is not good either. Don't you bring me with you?" Leoni said with approval, "But that recovery agent is not very effective, and the effect is not as good as you said to restore vitality immediately after a serious injury."

"Thank you very much, I have given all your feedback to Wafflin." Sylvia nodded contentedly.

"How come the Norman family are so talented?" Leoni exclaimed again.

"Our Weasleys are pretty good too." Sylvia snorted.

"Stinky girl!" Leonie sat down on Sylvia's table and played all kinds of tricks on her table, "But then again, your sister is getting better. She It looks so vibrant."

"I thought you understood the power of love very well, otherwise why are you so happy every day?" Sylvia grinned and narrowed her eyes, and was pushed hard by Leoni. .

"Then you've been frowning every day—isn't that going well? Can't you get emotional nourishment?" Leonie raised her eyebrows.

"Go away." Sylvia rolled her eyes, "If you were always called by the Minister to ask about Dumbledore and Harry, would you still be happy?"

"Scrimgeour still doesn't give up?"

"I've told him there's nothing I can do..." Sylvia rubbed her brows, "But that's fine, this way he won't think about how close I am to Dumbledore anymore. ."

"To be honest—" Leonie lowered her voice, "Dumbledore contacted you?"

"No." Sylvia answered without hesitation.

But—it should be soon.

Sylvia looked at the calendar on the table and turned to June, thinking secretly - then I have to hurry.

"Hey, miss." A cool voice sounded.

Sylvia and Leonie turned their heads to see Diarra approaching aggressively.

"Hey, Diarra." Sylvia shrank her neck in surprise.

"Can you tell your good-looking friend to stop writing strange letters to me?" Diarra said, and she ruthlessly threw a stack of letters on Sylvia's table .

"A good friend?" Leoni picked up one with great interest, "Norman?!" She burst into laughter.

Sylvia couldn't help laughing too, so she had to cough to disguise her smile.

"This has a very bad impact on my work." Diarra said with a stern face, "I don't want the girls in the office to talk about this crazy Calvin all day. Who is that sir! I hate those guys who talk about people behind their backs."

That's why you always help me, don't you?

Sylvia couldn't help but feel silly when she thought of this.

It feels so good to be taken care of by beautiful women.

"You're still laughing!" Diarra stared.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I, I'm sorry for him!" Sylvia coughed again, putting on a serious look, but soon couldn't hold back, "If I guess That's right, it's full of outdated love stories, right?"

"No." As soon as Diarra said this, the two girls in front of her stopped smiling.

"Do you mind if we take a look?" Sylvia pointed to the pile of letters, picked up one after Diarra nodded and opened it.

Merlin.

In disbelief, she grabbed a few more letters and opened them one by one, glanced quickly, and finally exchanged a glance with Leoni.

Leonie took over all the letters she had read and looked at Sylvia in disbelief.

Who would have imagined Norman's letter is full of sincere and straightforward greetings, each letter contains interesting things that happened recently, and repeatedly expressed the hope that he and Diarra can get to know each other well a bit.

"What?" Diarra frowned.

"Wait." Sylvia made a gesture, got up quickly and whispered in Leonie's ear, "Is he serious?"

Leonie nodded in approval.

Sylvia sat back down again, recalling the contents of the letter.

"What's wrong?" Diarra couldn't help but wonder.

"I'm asking you." Sylvia looked at Diarra with her arms folded, "Why didn't you reply to him when he wrote the first letter that he wanted to meet you?"

"Be a friend." Leoni nodded in agreement.

"What..." Diarra frowned, "Why would I want to be with a...he like..."

"What kind of?" Leoni asked knowingly.

"Flirty." Diarra rolled her eyes.

"I still have to say something for Norman. When you get to know him, you will know that he is still a very good person."

"

"You are really a lady." Sylvia blinked.

"What do you mean by that?"

"The eldest ladies from high-class families in my impression should be generous and polite like you—" Sylvia chose the words in her mind, "and very good."

"Oh yes." Leoni agreed, "You're a traditional pure-blood girl." She hurriedly added, "No derogatory meaning."

"Like Astoria." Sylvia agreed to put away the letter, "You really don't want it anymore?"

"No more," said Diarra relentlessly.

"Hey, you don't have a contract, do you? Miss Bulstrode?" Sylvia asked casually.

"I don't, what's wrong?" Diarra shrugged, "Speaking of Astoria, you still know her."

"We are already familiar." Sylvia patted her chest proudly.

"Calvin went to talk to Astoria before." Diarra snorted, "It's understandable, after all, Astoria is our Slytherin. A beautiful woman in the ranks."

"Hey, why did you mention him again?" Leoni smiled maliciously.

"I just wanted to say! He has always been in the midst of thousands of flowers and never touches his body, and the girls he likes are basically grabbed by his hands! It's only when he meets a disrespectful person like me that he finds it interesting!" Diarra raised his voice and shouted, "I'm leaving!"

Sylvia looked at the back of her leaving and smiled.

But now I don't have time to help Norman chase girls.

Sylvia did not expect that she would be in Boginbok again so soon, even though she had been planning this day for quite some time.

"I heard you know a wizard who is good at curses, right?" Sylvia turned into an ordinary witch this time. She simply asked this sentence and handed over the expensive ring, and she simply got an address.

Money can make a ghost run the mill.

Sylvia rarely came to Yorkshire, even as a child. Using a little magic, she quickly found the house number on the address, but ended up in front of an old church.

"Hello, is there a Mrs. Agnes here?" Sylvia found a person in charge of the church and asked.

"Mrs. Agnes? There is a Ms. Agnes." The young man said and pointed to a tall building next door, "The sixth floor office, our landlord."

"The landlord of the church?"

"She is the person in charge of the whole block." The young man waved his hand, "She has a vision for investment, and she is very capable, and she has made a lot of money with her foresight and ability. Full. This area is very stagnant, although it's not very good now."

"Really." Sylvia raised her eyebrows, turned and walked towards the tall building.

So insightful?

Is it the power of magic?

Sylvia used a little spell to make the people in the office turn a blind eye to her, so she walked into the office of this Ms. Agnes smoothly.

Oh, she is indeed much younger than I thought.

"Who are you? How did you get in?" The Ms. Agnes was obviously nervous, and stood up and stared at Sylvia.

Oh, Sylvia after disguise to be exact.

"I won't talk nonsense, you should know how I got in, right? Ms. Agnes?" Sylvia didn't want her words to sound like a threat.

"Who sent you?" Ms. Agnes had stood up and drew her wand.

"I learned from Bock that Mrs. Agnes at this address is proficient in curses." Sylvia said and put the note on the desk, "I have something to ask her help."

"Bock?" Ms. Agnes snorted coldly, "Curse? Asking curses in this world, what do you want to do?"

"I'm not from there." Sylvia pulled back her sleeves, showing her clean arms, "I'm here to ask for a spell. I don't mean anything, ma'am."

"No matter who you are, let's go." She mercilessly ordered the expulsion.

"Bock said..."

"Bock?" Ms. Agnes smiled. "How can you believe that he can do you any good? That mercenary villain. You spent a lot of money, right?"

"Yes, that's right." Sylvia took a deep breath, "I didn't expect anything to be done by moving his name out."

"Then why are you standing?" Ms. Agnes pushed the frames of her gold-rimmed glasses and threw her wand tightly in her hand.

"Well, you're right." Sylvia looked around, found a comfortable sofa chair and sat down, "Then I won't stand."

"Hi!"

"I won't go." Sylvia looked at ease, "Before you promise to help me."

"Are you going?" The wand was already pointed at Sylvia.

"Would you like to try it?" Sylvia glanced at her arrogantly, "You can cast the spell at will, I can't solve it and you will win."

Agnes thought for a while, then put down her wand, mainly because she saw the Muggle employees passing by outside the door, and finally let out a muffled groan.

"Then just stay."

"Just stay."

“…”

“…”

Ms. Agnes couldn't sit still, because an employee who came to report for work came in and saw Sylvia who was no longer hiding herself, and was inexplicably scared.

"What magic did you use?" Agnes asked, staring after the employee left.

"I have to ask what I want today." Sylvia patted a little dust on her cloak, "Don't blame me for being insidious."

"You leave me now!" She stood up again, strode forward and grabbed Sylvia, forcibly pulling her out.

"Hey!" Sylvia didn't expect her to do this trick, and her small body was easily dragged.

"Now! Immediately! Ow!" Ms. Agnes suddenly cried out in pain.

Sylvia also drew her hand back like a conditioned reflex, and looked down the hot spot—a strange pattern appeared on her left wrist.

Is this what Reynolds left? !

"You..." Ms. Agnes suddenly fell silent, just staring at the mark with a frown, "Is it you?"

"What?" Sylvia was stunned.

"Reynolds said someone would come to me and I'd help no matter what." Ms. Agnes rolled her eyes reluctantly.

"Isn't Reynolds telling you that investing in this block will make you a fortune?" Sylvia knew she was right.

Firenze is right, she is also in the astrological chart, how does she know that the various substitutes given by Reynolds are not part of the astrological chart?

It's just that this guy who can divination is too powerful, right?

"So should you keep your promise?" Sylvia didn't care about that, getting the result was the most important thing.

"Follow me." Ms. Agnes said, reaching for Sylvia to follow her.

"Where?"

"Go find the Mrs. Agnes you're looking for."

"Is it really Mrs Agnes? I thought Bock was mistaken."

"That's right." Ms. Agnes twitched the corners of her mouth and lowered her voice, "The address is also correct. That's my great-grandmother, who has dealt with curses all her life."

Sylvia followed Ms. Agnes back to the church, entered through the back door, opened a trapdoor, and came to a suite with a strong smell.

"Thank you, Ms. Agnes." Sylvia hurriedly thanked her in advance.

"It's really a different person." She snorted angrily, "I don't even know who the rogue was just now."

"I only did that to see if you were good at talking." Sylvia showed a pleasing smile, "I knew at first glance that you are still an approachable lady."

"Why?" Agnes stopped in front of a door and knocked for her, "Go yourself."

"Because you deal with Muggles." Sylvia shrugged, "So I use Muggle routines against you."

.You know what I mean."

"I've never been to this place." As soon as Sylvia said this, the man left. The young girl adjusted her state and turned the handle to open the door.

The smell in the room was heavier than the outside, it seemed to be caused by the piles of books on the ground, but it was more like someone ordered too strong sandalwood.

"Mrs. Agnes?" Sylvia whispered, turning her back to the old lady.

"Whose child are you?" Mrs. Agnes asked with a smile. This is indeed what Sylvia did not expect.

"Hello, I want to ask you something." Sylvia came to her rocking chair and sat cross-legged. There was already a smile on the old man's weathered face.

"Which family are you from?" She held out her hand like a kind grandmother.

"I..." Sylvia hesitated and handed her hand, "My name is Frederica, ma'am."

What a lovely name! If we have a daughter in the future, I think we'll call her Frederica. Sylvia thought silently in her heart.

"Oh? What are you looking for?" the old man asked kindly. She is the great-grandmother of the lady just now, even if she is a wizard, she is definitely old.

"I want to ask you—" Sylvia pondered, "Do you know the curse of the Greengrass family?"

"Greengrass!" Agnes suddenly changed into a savage smile. Seeing this moment, it was not difficult for her to imagine that a mother would use someone to scare her child not to make trouble.

"You know what?" Sylvia tried to look calm.

"The daughters of Greengrass will take their noble skins to **** early, but who will it be? No one knows." Agnes said, as if this curse was caused by She writes in general, with a bit of Professor Trelawney's shadow in the conversation.

"You know this, then you..."

"What a pity." She sighed regretfully.

People can't succeed? Is there a way to solve it?"

"It didn't work?" Agnes sneered like he heard the funniest joke, "How could it not work?"

"This..."

"If it were you, would you want Greengrass to disappear from the world, or would you let them bear such fear and helplessness?"

Sylvia choked.

"The girls in the Greenglass family are all so beautiful." Agnes looked away as if remembering something, "Beautiful things don't always last long."

"Who the hell..." Sylvia frowned.

"That's old." Mrs Agnes suddenly regained her calm and peaceful expression, "I was a Slytherin prefect at the time. That Greengrass—I never I've seen such a beautiful girl, but it's a pity that she's arrogant and violent—" she said, and her whole body trembled, "She killed her fiancé."

"Huh?" Sylvia didn't expect to hear such a story.

"Her fiancé, brother of my best friend. I've also been to Hogsmeade with him, a polite boy..."

"Wait a minute!" Sylvia was keenly aware of something, "Your best friend?"

"Don't expect me to tell you who that is! No! No! I don't know!"

"Your best friend has something to do with this curse?" Sylvia asked sharply.

"It's her curse." Agnes closed her eyes, "She said, there must be a price to pay for beauty."

"Are you involved?"

"I don't!" Agnes screamed again, her lips trembling, "I like curses, we study curses together, but I didn't do anything to the Greenglass family."

"Why didn't you stop?" Sylvia asked again.

"She deserves what she deserves." Agnes just said casually, "Killing is a life-threatening death."

"Then, do her descendants deserve this?" Sylvia stood up.

"Why not? The children of the Greengrass family have received that honorable favor, and they want to get rid of the crime as soon as they are charged?" Agnes also stood up. Only at this moment did Sylvia realize that the old man was so tall, "She is a murderer, and her descendants are the descendants of murderers. The truth is always there and cannot be changed."

"Do you...have other stories?" Sylvia always felt that something was not right, "You and Greengrass include your friend and your friend's brother..."

"I don't!" The old woman suddenly screamed, and her whole body was shaking.

"Is your friend still alive? Did she tell you how to break the curse?"

"She died, I killed her."

Sylvia knew why Ms. Agnes just said that the old lady was not normal. She is indeed overly neurotic, and even has a split personality.

"You killed?"

"She's crazy! After her curse made Greengrass die, she wanted to curse even more viciously!" Agnes frowned, his face full of grief, "I can't look at her In this way, I stopped her from casting the spell, and I..."

"You killed her?"

Interrupted her, and the spell devoured the caster, and she died."

Sylvia just stared, not daring to breathe.

"She didn't let me go before she died." Agnes smiled wryly and lay back on the rocking chair, "She gave me the cruelest curse in the world."

"What?"

"Forever."

Sylvia took a deep breath, feeling the coolness running from the soles of her feet to her brain.

"What's there to be afraid of dying? What's there to be afraid of if you don't live to be twenty years old?" She sneered, "When everyone around you has to leave, and only you are here, You know what fear is."

Sylvia sat back down with a thud. She couldn't tell why, maybe it was because she understood the fear.

"I said, it's too vicious. I tried suicide, but it didn't work." Agnes smiled and shook his head, "She's so powerful."

"Unbelievable..."

"Merlin asked you to come here to give me a chance to atone for my sins, right?" Agnes looked at Sylvia, "Miss Greenglass?"

"I don't... eh? You know." Sylvia was stunned, thought for a while and simply agreed.

"You think I'm confused?" she cheered, "My little granddaughter also thinks I'm confused, thinks I say everything, and is afraid of what I'll reveal to dangerous people. She's wrong. Now, I just love to talk to people, it's not that I don't keep my mouth shut, it's just that no one comes to me..."

Sylvia could also understand how dangerous things would happen if such a person were found by the Death Eaters.

"Don't think we are good people." The old man smacked his lips, "If anyone dares to do something to my people, they will all pay the price. You know, I can do it, and I've done it too... so you're not here for revenge, are you? You can try killing that young kid and you'll see the result..."

"I'm not here to seek revenge." Sylvia interrupted her, "So there is a way to break it?"

"Of course there is a way to break it. Even if it's a dead knot, you can cut it, right?" She nodded, "All curses have solutions."

"All? Including the death curse, right? I read the book! The natural magic stone can be used!" Sylvia said excitedly.

"You know this?" The old man was quite surprised, "Yes, yes, but you still need an introduction... You know that the dead can be resurrected, as long as there is..."

"The bones of a father, donated unintentionally, may regenerate your son; the flesh of a servant, donated voluntarily, may regenerate your master; the blood of an enemy, given by force, may regenerate your master; Your enemy is resurrected." Sylvia answered quickly.

"That's very important! Blood!" Agnes widened his eyes, "A lot of things can be accomplished by blood."

"How?"

." She said and shook her head again, "The stronger the resentment, the greater the cost, and the heavier the curse. That's why I can't die..."

"At the last moment, you are asked to endure loneliness for a long time..."

"What's the point of death?" Agnes patted Sylvia's hand gently, "It's just a little blood, a little magic, a little sincerity, and a little price."

"But the price..."

"Few people are willing to pay the price, so very few people can make such a curse." She withdrew her hand, "Few people know that breaking the curse requires the same price as the curse. Think To make an unsolvable curse, you have to see how hard the heart of the person under the curse is."

"Exchange what is most cherished for others?"

"Yes, you are very smart, this is the easiest way to solve it, but it can also be solved, right?" The old woman nodded, "There is another possibility, that is to give the curser The price of satisfaction will also be satisfied. The curse of the Greenglass family is difficult as hard as it is easy to say..."

Got it, I totally get it.

Everything in Sylvia's mind was strung together.

What price can Voldemort give? At least he won't take life, old age, sickness and death as the price, so Dumbledore will never die if he wants to lift the curse!

"What did your friend pay?"

"What do you say? She's crazy."

"Her mind?"

"My own depravity." Agnes lowered his eyes, "What a smart and wonderful witch she is? I think when she cast the spell, she said that she can do whatever she wants?"

"Greengrass wants to break the curse, but also..."

"But being a person can do anything, which means that everything she loses is not important to her."

"This way..." Sylvia's heart ignited hope.

"But at that time, I will also pick out one thing that I can hold the most in my heart. Although she didn't notice it, the heart is like this." Agnes said and looked at Sylvia , "However, how can natural magic stones be so easy to find? Even the magic stones tempered by alchemists are very few nowadays, and each magic stone has its own different magic power. If you can go to Egypt, maybe Good luck."

"Egypt!" Sylvia unconsciously pressed the necklace on her chest.

"It's a mysterious country with a natural and eerie magic-"

"Look at—this—" Sylvia pulled the necklace Fred gave her from her neckline.

Agnes' pupils suddenly dilated, he suddenly got up and rushed over. Sylvia nimbly dodged and pulled a distance.

"The Stone of Isis? How can you have this?" Agnes gasped, staring straight at the pendant that was put away by Sylvia.

"It looks like it can break the curse?" Sylvia was surprised.

"That is the blessing of the **** of life, which allows you to dominate your life. Give it to me, girl, you won't need it." Agnes rushed again and failed again.

"Dominate life?"

"Domination of life does not mean **** of life and death! Give me, let me end my life!"

"The curse of the Greenglass family can be lifted!" Sylvia exclaimed and avoided another attack. But she didn't give her a chance, and Apparated out of the odd-smelling room.

The author has something to say:

All are private.

But this chapter explains the definition of these curses here, please take a moment to digest my poor writing skills.

The foreshadowing in Reynolds before is used here

Look, the beauties of Old Deng and Greengrass are all saved!

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