MTL - HP Dear Miss Freak-Chapter 207 196. The Boys of the Past and Zhong

"The starlight in the summer of 1899 must be brighter and brighter than ever?"

"How did you untie it?" Sylvia found an excuse to buy a pregnancy test stick and dragged Norman out.

"It was just last night." Norman said proudly, "I spread all those notes on the ground and read them over and over again. I suddenly thought that this magic stone is protecting the blood of the Calvin family, so I just Thought a very direct..." He showed the scar on his forearm.

"With blood?" Sylvia stared.

"Accurately speaking, I should also feel that I am in danger. Hey, don't look at me like that! I am a therapist, and I have a way to make myself very weak, and then recover quickly." Norman glanced at her and knew what she was worried about. "It suddenly glowed, and I found the right time to light up our magic circle."

"The recovery is very fast? Wouldn't it mean drinking Wulflin's medicine?" Sylvia was really hit by what she said.

"...I'll apologize to you first, Searle." Norman scratched the back of his head, "I've never wanted to go to Hoddle to ask about the curse, and the reason is that I Hopefully I can do something great too."

Sylvia had picked out a few boxes of pregnancy test sticks from the container and looked at him.

"In the end I drank a bunch of his medicine, and of course I have my own healing magic." Norman shrugged, "Just did you find out, that guy, he always doesn't do anything. can do it."

"Yes! It's so frustrating!"

"Yeah!"

The two of them came to an agreement and laughed.

"How do you take so much?" Norman took the plastic bag after the checkout, "What? Are you afraid you will win too?"

"What's your business?" Sylvia hummed indiscriminately, pushed him out of the store door, and followed with a smile.

"Searle?"

The two met an acquaintance as soon as they left the pharmacy.

"Diarra?" Sylvia was obviously more excited, looked at Diarra and then at Norman, "Why are you here?"

"My house is up there." Diarra pointed to the apartment above, "The Ministry of Magic is investigating my house now."

"What the hell? Why?" Sylvia sucked in a breath.

"A colleague I have a good relationship with is Muggle-born." Diarra whispered, "They have reason to wonder if they are hiding with me." She lowered her voice, "Our company Change it up, Yaxley."

"Death Eaters." Sylvia understood.

"They really won't use anyone casually now." Norman raised his eyebrows, "These guys have to make sure nothing goes wrong."

"Why are you here? Searle, don't you live in London?" Diarra didn't look in a good mood.

"Norman lives in London." Sylvia said hastily.

"Let's buy pregnancy test sticks." Norman probably didn't notice that his outspokenness made him look a little awkward.

"Searle, are you pregnant?" Diarra's eyes widened.

"It's not me!" Sylvia hurriedly spoke again.

"That's..." Diarra looked at Norman sharply, her chest heaving, "Some lucky girl, right?"

"Yes..." Norman was about to explain when Sylvia stopped him.

"Why do you care so much about this?" She smirked deliberately, and she admitted that she was a little too good at the moment because of good things.

"I didn't... I didn't! I just asked casually! It doesn't matter who is pregnant!" Diarra turned her head back.

"I'm going, come on." Sylvia took the plastic bag in Norman's hand and lowered her voice, "The Ministry of Magic is investigating her, I'm afraid there will be some changes, anyway It's always good to have you by your side."

Norman received her look and raised his eyebrows to show that he not only understood but was very grateful for the routine she had just done to the girl.

Sylvia sees Norman chasing Diarra as he Apparates away and hands her a box of candy.

"Cough cough cough! This is too choking!"

Sylvia did not expect to be choked to death by a strong smell as soon as she arrived at the secret base.

Fox, who has been reborn from the ashes, seems to have the same idea as her.

"You rude girl, this is a very useful potion." Aberforth rolled her eyes at her and continued to boil his medicine.

"What makes you so happy? Searle?" And Albus Dumbledore, who was sitting on the bed, smiled and looked at her kindly as usual.

Sylvia then noticed that although she was choked to death, the corner of her mouth still smiled: "That's too much! Professor! You really woke up! You finally woke up! I I can talk to you slowly!" She said and sat down beside the old man's bed.

"You naive stinky girl, and I don't know how to help." Aberforth muttered and glanced at the beautiful atmosphere here.

"You don't know this, Mr. Dumbledore." Sylvia's smile stiffened, "If you don't want me to poison your brother back again."

Old Dumbledore laughed happily when he heard this.

"Is it the potion prepared by Norman?" Sylvia asked.

"What? If I prepared it, what do you think?" Aberforth's beard trembled.

"Then I'm more at ease!" Sylvia clapped her hands and said, "Isn't it? What kind of thing is that Norman?"

"Be quiet a little, Searle, and understand that I'm just recovering." Dumbledore smiled kindly, "The curse is gone, but it also tormented me for a while, I think I still have a long way to go to fully recover."

"How are you feeling?" Sylvia reflected on herself being a little too carried away by the good news.

"I'm fine, boy, if you can tell me what makes you so happy..." Professor Dumbledore noticed the plastic bag in her hand, "Oh?"

The old man laughed unexpectedly.

"No no no, this is not mine!" Only then did Sylvia realize that she should have gone back first, but she had already made it here, "It's Dora. , she's married to Remus."

"That's really good news." Dumbledore nodded.

"We successfully transferred Harry and..."

"I told him all this." Aberforth interjected, and also put out the fire and stood up, "I went back to the Hog's Head Bar and followed Harry and the others by the way."

"In addition." Dumbledore gave Sylvia a lemon snow treasure, "You and Aberforth, one for each."

"For occasional communications," Aberforth said. "It's hilarious to say that it can be used for communications."

"Okay." Sylvia accepted it happily.

"Go." Aberforth left.

Dumbledore and Sylvia said goodbye together.

"Everyone likes to carry lemon snowballs in their pockets, don't they?" Dumbledore winked mischievously.

"Yes yes yes." Sylvia agreed with a smile.

At this moment, the two of them are in a happy state, but they are speechless.

"What do you want to ask me?" Dumbledore asked first.

"That..." Sylvia thoughtfully said, "Your relationship with your brother is not good?"

"Is it an accident that I introduced you to you at the last minute?" Dumbledore patted the bed beside him and motioned for her to sit closer, "After all, I think you have learned from Rita Skeeter. Have you read a lot?"

“How did you…”

"I could hear your conversation with Norman while in a coma," Dumbledore explained.

"Oh! I watched The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore! But you trust me! I know it's nonsense! Like she's lying about you and Harry being unhealthy and that Harry was involved in the murder, which is nonsense!"

"You know what, Syr?" Dumbledore smiled and patted her on the shoulder, "I'm passionate about teaching, and I'm incredibly proud of all the wonderful students. But I'm very There are very few students who are particularly close to me, and I mean here—" He pointed to the location of his heart, "I am infinitely grateful to meet you children in my twilight years, especially, to meet you, Searle."

"This is a little too heavy for me, Professor Dumbledore." Sylvia lowered her head slightly.

"You said that you found out that I was actually just an ordinary person." Dumbledore's eyes were filled with tears, "Even I have to forget, you are the one who gives My sweet little girl who gave chocolates."

"After all, you eat lemon sorbet in the auditorium all day long." Sylvia laughed, "Half the sweets on the long table are in your stomach, right?"

"You said that you wanted to save me, not because I was more likely to defeat Voldemort, but because I hoped that I could enjoy my old age and die in peace." Dumbledore nodded with emotion, "If I am more likely to defeat Voldemort, It's not me who curses, it's any professor, any student, I'm sure you will lend a helping hand too."

Sylvia thought for a while, then responded: "Yes."

"Are you still wondering why I chose you as the student leader?"

"You are leading me to realize that I am quite good, right?" Sylvia raised her chin, "You are indeed a great teacher."

"I did something wrong, and now everyone sees it." Dumbledore said, "My sick sister, my father who was in prison for attacking Muggles, and my mother who was accidentally injured by my sister. , these are all things that I never mention, and they are all true.”

"And what about the Grindelwald part?"

Sylvia asked carefully, and Dumbledore's lake-like blue eyes instantly had slight ripples, she was a little surprised, because the old man laughed.

"What do you think?" he asked rhetorically.

"I think?" Sylvia returned to the state where she did not dare to talk nonsense, "I think with Skeeter's character, when she went to interview the old lady of Bagshot, she would Use Veritaserum or something."

"You think it's true?" Dumbledore still didn't answer.

"Skeet didn't write it down! The best thing about her is to let everyone default how close your relationship is!" Sylvia confessed.

"Searle, if I tell you, it's true, and we're closer than brothers?" Dumbledore seemed to be looking forward to her answer.

Then I hit it? !

"That's mainly...you and your brother aren't that close." Sylvia wanted to lighten the mood, and apparently she succeeded.

"You're probably curious, aren't you? I remember that you've always had your own opinions on the history of that period. If there is a professor of history of magic like you, it is estimated that more students will like it In this subject, you know that Professor Binns is not too young." Dumbledore pointed to the place where Aberforth disappeared, "I was just talking to Aberforth about some old things we had before. People from As soon as I came back from the gate of hell, I felt a lot easier, and I thought more and understood a lot of things."

"May I ask?"

"You ask."

"If it were me..." Sylvia took a deep breath, "At this age, I can't bear such a change. It's hard for me to imagine your life..." She said no down.

"For me, it was also an unbearable change."

Dumbledore said softly, as if there was no sadness in the complex emotions in his eyes.

"Do you know what is more cruel? You have to go on." Dumbledore looked out the window, as if expecting to see something, "You know You can't bear it, you have to face the **** reality yourself, and no one can help you."

Sylvia stiffened.

"But I ask you, what would you do if one of your friends turned against you one day?" Dumbledore asked, "You have had crazy and radical dreams together, I have the same enthusiasm and yearning.”

"If he does something wrong, I will take him back and teach him a lesson." She just replied in a childish tone.

"Ah..." Dumbledore also put on a playful tone, "I thought so at the time."

"I don't know, will I cry?" Sylvia thought about this question seriously, "If my mother is married to a pure blood, then I can still be with Frey Do you love each other?"

Dumbledore looked at her quietly.

"Perhaps, really, no." Sylvia shuddered, fearing and feeling the real world, "Maybe, like Draco, I have to do A little Death Eater."

"You're always a little more mature than your peers, and I used to worry about you." Dumbledore pressed her shoulders, "Don't think about it too much, Searle, there's no need to get into such an unwarranted situation. In pain." He paused and added, "and I don't think Fred wouldn't be in love with you if you were in Slytherin."

Yes, any "love across mountains and seas" can't compare to you and Grindelwald.

"I mean, the so-called different positions are not necessarily difficult." Dumbledore pointed to his head, "If you think the same, then nothing can stop you."

So your enthusiasm ends when you disagree, right?

"Professor, a few years ago, you rewarded Neville very much for daring to stand on the opposite side of his friends. Did you think of this?"

Sylvia asked directly, Dumbledore didn't answer, just smiled again.

"I only thought that I was adding Gryffindor points anyway, and I was happy." She said casually, "But, I seem to understand now."

"Neville was a gritty Gryffindor like his parents," said Dumbledore proudly.

"I'm not letting myself fall into unwarranted pain, I'm just glad how lucky I am." Sylvia said sternly, "How lucky I am to have a mentor like you, and the Order of the Phoenix. My seniors, a wonderful and lively group of friends, and a family that loves me. It's you who made me never have to put myself in that kind of pain."

"I'm honored to be a part of it, Syr." He said with great humility, "What a witch! Sylvia Tonks. You've grown amazingly. I have always been very relieved that you are in the Order of the Phoenix."

"Do you really think so?"

"Of course." Dumbledore said firmly, "What a strong and brave girl you are, I believe you will take care of everyone."

"Did you have such expectations of me many years ago?" Sylvia asked, she didn't know why she was willing to confide at this moment, "Actually, I don't want to be a strong girl I'm not that great either. I don't care about the mission of the Order of the Phoenix, the safety of the wizarding world, or Hogwarts!"

She closed her eyes wearily

"I just want to be with my Fred forever."

This is what worries her the most.

"But, it's such a simple wish." She sniffed, "It's all so difficult." She touched her eyebrows, "I've seen mine in the mirror many times. Broken eyebrow, I always tell everyone how much I like it, it's a sign of my victory." She shook her head, "But every time I think about it, I actually get a shock. I think back on what I've done all these years. More, you will be startled by yourself.”

"That's why bravery is a precious quality," said Dumbledore patiently. "People always look back and realize a lot later. That's a good thing, West. you."

"Then you went to say hello to Merlin and came back, did you think of anything?" Sylvia quickly regained the relaxed atmosphere, she is very good at this, "For example , shouldn't you think about finding a place to retire well?"

"Can I leave everything to you?" Dumbledore asked briskly.

"Oh! Merlin! Didn't you already think so when you fell off the Astronomy Tower?" Sylvia laughed, "If you can think of finding me another helper Then more…”

A crazy idea suddenly came to her mind.

"Professor, what do you think Grindelwald thinks now?"

"What do you want to say?" Dumbledore looked at her.

"I want to say, isn't Nurmengard built by Grindelwald? How could he not come out?" Sylvia clapped her hands and said, "There is only one possibility, it is him I admit defeat! I don't want to toss anymore!"

"What do you want to say?" Dumbledore frowned slightly.

"What if his saints could be on our side?"

"Or, you should go home and see your sister, I think she needs you more than I do now."

"But..." Sylvia shut up and nodded, "Can you do it yourself?"

"It's safe enough here." Dumbledore nodded.

Sylvia nodded again before leaving the old man with a flash of excitement in his eyes.

The author has something to say:

May Day Plus! Happy May everyone!

In the end, I bought a pregnancy test stick, but neither of them went back hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

A little GGAD, woohoo woohoo! I know this part is ideal, but I just want them to age together! As long as the two old men can have a happy old age!

Norman's love is almost finished.