HP Dear Miss Freak

"From now on when you mention music, you have to think of me."

"I ask again, can I really not ride your motorcycle out?" Sylvia folded her arms and looked at Sirius sitting in the armchair opposite her.

"I'll answer again, no. My sister won't kill me unless you can guarantee that your sister won't tell me." Sirius looked at the armrest opposite him in the same posture Sylvia in the chair.

"Very good, see you tonight." Sylvia put on her satchel and walked towards the fireplace, "Wish me a nice day!"

"Have a nice day!"

Sylvia needed a sense of ritual, so she had to go home and dress up. When she changed into the British-style orthodox dress and small suit jacket, she couldn't help laughing happily while looking at herself in the mirror.

From Twelve Grimmauld Place to Sylvia's house all it takes is a handful of Floo powder, and from Sylvia's house to Rebecca's house all it takes is an exciting little Battery racing.

Sylvia's rule is: You can drive without considering any other mode of transportation.

Sylvia has always wanted to race a motorcycle, but unfortunately her crazy uncle suddenly became conservative in this matter.

The street where Aibo's house is located has a very comfortable atmosphere of life. The advantage of choosing to settle on Muggle streets is that it's more flamboyant, not to mention that it's not noisy at all, it can't be more comfortable.

"Fifty-one West Street?" Sylvia smiled at the simple and clear sign above the familiar flower shop, parked the small battery on the side of the road and locked it, "I Why didn't I find this flower shop with such an interesting name before?" The shop number is No. 51 West Street, and No. 52 West Street is Rebecca's home.

Sylvia's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of an impatient horn. She looked back angrily and saw a large truck rushing through the narrow one-way street, and a young man in a wheelchair seemed to be in a little trouble, the small wheel stuck in the groove of the drain cover.

"Get out of the way, lame." The truck driver leaned out the window and shouted. Sure enough, no matter what world there is no shortage of fools

"Tsk." Sylvia gave the truck driver a dissatisfied look, quickly came behind the young man, and lifted the handle of the wheelchair to help him get out of trouble.

"Thank you." The young man gave Sylvia a gentle smile, and the simple words flowed into her heart like spring rain.

The urge to kick down. But reason told her that now she needed to play a civilized citizen, so she just put up a little finger.

"I'm going to lie down on the ground now and you have to beg me not to die." Sylvia sneered, isn't it easy to be a rogue, "I can teach you what it means to touch porcelain today. ."

Although the driver didn't understand the words behind, he understood the meaning of the front, stepped on the accelerator and left quickly. He felt a chill down his spine since just now, this girl is definitely not a good bird.

The young man couldn't help but covered his mouth and laughed when he looked at the arrogant strange girl in front of him.

"Sorry, I won't really touch porcelain." Sylvia scratched her head embarrassedly, "Really! I just scare him! It's too much."

"You are Betty's friend? Then you are studying in Scotland? It must be very cold in winter there?" Rebecca opened the door of their house as soon as the young man finished speaking.

"Sylvia!" Rebecca jumped up cheerfully and gave Sylvia a big hug, "You are so beautiful today! Seid and I have waited for a long time and haven't seen you, Just go out and see, I said you're never late."

"She just helped me a lot, Betty." The young man looked at Rebecca with a smile and said, "I was just embarrassed, but fortunately, your friend helped me out. "

"Being embarrassed?" Rebecca and Sylvia said in unison, even if the tone was different.

"You call that embarrassing? I've never seen such an incompetent." Sylvia rolled her eyes.

"You're Sylvia, right?" The youth laughed and extended his hand friendly, "I'm Betty's friend, Ryan Gonzalez. 51 West Street Boss, you are welcome to play anytime."

"Hello." Sylvia shook his hand and looked at Rebecca, "Did you mention me?"

"Betty often talks to me about you, and she's been talking about you going out today for several days." Ryan glanced at Rebecca, and the girl immediately smiled and pushed him gently Bundle.

"Betty?" Sylvia questioned while being pushed towards their house by Rebecca.

"Ryan always calls me that." Rebecca gave a shy smile.

"Then I'll call it that too!" Sylvia raised her voice, causing Ryan, who was behind him, to laugh again.

"I didn't tell you not to let you call that!" Rebecca was a little annoyed, she hurriedly closed the door and slammed Sylvia's head with her knuckles.

"You told him you went to school in Scotland? Which school did you make up? I'll be prepared to not be gangsters." Sylvia asked with a smile.

"Hutchison Grammar School, the whole street knew that Mr. Able, who was engaged in political work, was working in Scotland, so both daughters were sent to Scotland to go to school," she explained.

"It's him, isn't it? You want him to stand up?" Sylvia said in a low voice, as smart as she had put all the cause and effect the moment Rebecca appeared. Stringed together, "I met you last year because I helped him in his flower shop."

"I can't imagine that a good man like him can only sit in a wheelchair all his life." Rebecca took Sylvia's arm and walked slowly into the room, "God is really too bad To be fair, Ryan is such a gentle boy."

"You like him?" Rebecca covered her mouth as soon as Sylvia finished speaking.

"Did I like him because I praised him?" Rebecca pouted, obviously as if she was being told.

"You won't lie if you like someone's eyes, Betty." Sylvia smiled and pulled her hand away.

"I didn't plan to hide it from you." Rebecca lowered her voice, "So you know why I have to find a way?"

"But I didn't think you were for Muggles." Sylvia sighed, but explained as soon as Rebecca looked over, "Of course I don't despise Muggles. Just , you know. Those potions are contraband even if they are made, and they are quite risky to use on wizards, let alone Muggles?"

"I understand, but like you said, I won't give up." Rebecca smiled as if encouraging herself, "Let's go! Sed is in the living room all over the place. Going to sleep!"

"You are late."

Hoddle watched the belated three people raise their wrists and look at their watches, but did not show obvious displeasure. Wearing a simple shirt and trousers, he looked more slender.

"Fortunately, we made an appointment to arrive here half an hour earlier." Qiu stuck his head out beside Hoddle and hurriedly smoothed out, "It's too late to go in now."

"It's mine this time, I admit my mistake." Sylvia folded her hands together and made an apologetic gesture, but she didn't expect her foot to slip and almost fall out.

Merlin's beard! The bridge of my nose, which was not quite straight, almost collapsed!

Sylvia looked up at Hoddle who had pulled her, and thanked her in a low voice. Why do I get embarrassed in front of this nasty guy every time? But for the sake of the nose, I won't bother with you this time, old man Merlin.

"The **** weather in London almost killed me." Sylvia glanced at the wet marble floor complainingly.

"The floor is cleaned by hard workers every morning, Miss Tonks." Hoddle laughed and let go of her wrist. "You know, the Royal Opera House."

"Let's go in!" Qiu hurriedly interjected again, and everyone started walking in again.

"I'm so new to the world." Sylvia glanced at Hoddle, "I made you laugh, Mr. Waughlin."

"How come I never heard of it? Someone cleans the entrance of the theater?" Rebecca glanced back suspiciously, but soon joined the exchange of the other two.

"Because I'm talking nonsense." Hoddle raised his eyebrows at Sylvia and walked forward in a good mood.

I think you have a brain problem!

Sylvia grinned at Hoddle's back, but she still didn't give her **** for today's elegant design. She stepped on her mid-heeled leather shoes and stomped hard, as if to demonstrate to Hoddle.

"Breaking the heel does make you walk a little more stable." Hoddle said sideways, "I don't understand why you dress up like you're going to the Colosseum. Like the Romans."

"Bullshit! This is the medieval dress I finally found! It's been a dream of mine for years! Walk into the Royal Theatre in London in a formal dress!" Sylvia said with Fingers poke **** Hoddle's thin shoulder.

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"I'm not worthy, farewell." Sylvia gestured and turned to leave, but Hoddle took her by the collar and turned her back again.

"Sometimes you're so stupid that I don't know if I should laugh at you or ridicule you first." Hoddle shook his head, "Which part do you prefer?"

"You should know me first, and then you can find that balance." Sylvia rolled her eyes, "Is it objective? Mr. Waughlin?"

"I find you're ridiculously stupid." Hoddle patted Sylvia on the shoulder, strode his long legs and walked in front, with a laughing voice coming from afar , "This is objectivity, Miss Tonks."

Sick.

Sylvia found that she not only couldn't get Hoddle's smile, but also wanted to punch him on his pretty face.

"Damn it! It's so beautiful!"

Sylvia left the theater hall alive and well, and nearly slipped when she stepped on the marble floor. But she balances smoothly and makes a perfect London debut.

"You just say, I'm so good-looking?" Cedric couldn't help laughing.

"Her level is here." Hoddle showed a pitying look, and swiped her finger at the lower position in front of her to express her low-level language level.

"I'm sorry! I'm embarrassed for everyone!" Sylvia turned around and bowed ninety degrees to the four friends in front of her.

"Don't make fun of her." Rebecca glanced at Hoddle complainingly, but she couldn't help laughing when she saw Sylvia's appearance.

"I think it's such a pity." Qiu sighed, "I like Phantom quite a bit, but in the end, Christine and the Viscount are together."

"The Phantom doesn't understand love." Sylvia looked up at the misty sky and said, "Even though it's a pity, in my opinion, it's already lost."

She still firmly believes that love is the most wonderful and powerful magic.

"Come on, let's go to dinner." Cedric greeted. While discussing the plot, a group of people walked down the street humming the catchy tune.

Sylvia thinks she still likes Muggle streets. Although it is crowded all day long, it is also lively and exciting.

Although maybe only she is so excited.

"If she goes on, she will eat all the snacks on the street." Qiu whispered in Rebecca's ear.

"She ate a lot of dinner just now, didn't she?" Cedric shook his head with a smile, in his eyes Sylvia was simply a more magical existence.

"Maybe she put a traceless stretching spell on her stomach but forgot to find a way to solve her obesity problem." Hoddle smiled as Sylvia bought another ice cream.

"Damn it! Ring!" Sylvia pointed to a roadside stall and said in surprise. I didn't expect to find this kind of stall here, and I can't miss it more!

"Are you going to play?" Cedric leaned in and looked at the unattractive objects on the ground with interest.

"Play." Sylvia handed the ice cream to Rebecca, and began to gear up very sophisticatedly, "How to sell it? Boss?"

"A pound is ten laps." The stall owner was very happy that business came to him.

"How does this play?" Hoddle was rarely interested.

"Wrap it, it's yours." Sylvia handed out a coin, took the circle from the boss's hand with a smile, and tried to put it on Hoddle's head.

But she didn't do this after all, but immediately turned around and started counting the number of circles, so that she missed an unnatural stun from Hoddle.

"None of these things are worth a pound." Hoddle leaned into Sylvia's ear and said.

"That's what you don't understand." Sylvia hung ten circles on his arm, took out one and held it in his hand, "Is the point of the prize? The point is to enjoy success joy!"

"Then I really don't understand." Hoddle put his unhooked hand in his pocket and shook his head, "I care more about the result, not the process."

"Then you really don't understand." Sylvia easily threw two circles, both of which were a little bit closer to the little doll, "You don't care about the process, how can there be results?"

Hoddle fell silent.

"I mean..." Sylvia took the third circle from his arm, put on an expression of impending victory, and threw it out, "The result and the process, I want it all !"

Hoddle laughed inexplicably at Sylvia's cheering appearance. She took the unremarkable little doll that was finally covered by the quilt from the boss and gave it to Qiu, threatening to give the three of them another one. It's a pity that she only got one set and gave it to her little Hufflepuff angel.

"Muggle games are really straightforward." Hoddle said softly, turning to leave the crowded area.

"I thought you played too." Qiu pulled Lahodel's sleeve, "Aren't you a mixed race too?"

"Are you a half-breed?" Sylvia looked at Hoddle in surprise.

"You look like a bloodline loyalist now." Hoddle smiled nonchalantly. "My mother is a Muggle-born wizard."

"I always thought you were a pure blood!" Sylvia blinked, looking at Qiu and her to confirm again.

"Then you know now." Hoddle's back made him look very cold. Sylvia didn't know why she subconsciously thought he was a pure blood. Maybe it's because the tutoring is very strict? Maybe because of parental expectations? Or maybe it's his amazing knowledge and innate talent? Sylvia didn't feel well when she found herself carrying such a stereotype.

But he didn't say it?

Whenever this happens, Sylvia wonders if the two of them are friends. When she thought about it, she knew nothing about him.

But a beautiful melody broke into Sylvia's brain, making her stop these meaningless thoughts.

"There are street performers singing." Qiu smiled and pointed to an uncle who was holding a guitar and singing by himself.

This familiar song brings back memories of Sylvia once again. But at this moment, instead of lying on the seat of the junior high school campus enjoying the song time of the radio station, I was walking the streets of London with a group of good friends, holding a ice cream that was about to merge.

"Nothing'sGonnaChangeMyLoveForYou." Sylvia blurted out. Is this song really that old? She vaguely remembered that in her previous life in junior high school, this song became popular for a long time because of its cover, and it also looped for a long time in her mp3 as a single.

The feeling of overlapping time and space is really amazing.

"Huh?" Rebecca looked back at her.

"The title of the song, I mean the title of the song!" Sylvia smiled and hugged her, secretly planning to buy some tapes to listen to when she went out next time, "I really like this song Yes, he sings really well."

"Did you sing well?" Hoddle disagreed.

"You're the only one?" Sylvia rolled her eyes at him.

"I heard a magic saying before that music can deepen a memory." Cedric said enthusiastically, "It's like we watched the opera together, or stood together like now. Listen to this song. It reminds us of each other every time we hear it from now on."

"I'll convince you." Hoddle strode to the busker, talked to him for a few words, and took over the position of the upright microphone. With the sound of the guitar, he held the microphone to a comfortable height and sang slowly.

Sylvia doesn't want this guy to bring his own BGM from now on, but I have to admit that he sings really well. Like the gathering crowd, Sylvia felt that she could no longer take her eyes off him.

In fact, she always wanted to tell Hoddle that he was really charming when he didn't have that cold, sneering face. Hoddle swayed softly to the music, and the streetlights lit up behind him like the halo he emanated. Under the backlight, his slender and tough outline, low and gentle voice, and deep blue eyes, which girl would not be moved by it? His high-spirited appearance was more exciting than any concert Sylvia had ever seen.

Like every time he laughs, like he talks about his dreams, like he finishes a thesis. He may have never realized that the light in his eyes was shining brightly.

Theworldmaychangemywholelifethroughbut,

This world could change my life,

Nothing'sgonnachangemyloveforyou,

Nothing can change my love for you.

Hoddle looked at the smile on Sylvia's face, ripples in his heart. The girls in the common room looked at boring romance novels and discussed the romance of the hero singing to the heroine. He scoffed, but now it seemed to be fine.

Romantic or not he doesn't know, but at least he feels quite happy.

He thought of the opera he had just watched, and in the interlude he almost jokingly said: "Sing! Myangleofmusic! Singforme!"

But when I think about the guy who will probably add: "Did you sing? Mr. Waughlin?" But nonetheless, he was very happy now.

Phantom and Christine.

A dark and twisted genius, a pure girl with enthusiasm.

He and Sylvia, to some extent, may be the same.

It's like Merlin gave them a wonderful spell that made their lives subtly intertwined.

Hoddle believed that, often those who are lonely and claustrophobic secretly yearn for light and radiance in their hearts.

"I didn't even know he could sing." Sylvia whispered to Qiu.

"Hoddle? He used to be a member of Professor Flitwick's choir! Didn't he tell you?" Qiu looked at Sylvia in surprise.

"You can't hide it." Sylvia looked at Hoddle who came back after thanking the busker, "You sing so well, why don't you stay in the choir?"

"No need," Hoddle said with a shrug.

"You just kept staring at Searle and singing!" Qiu's eyes were shining.

"Because I was worried that she would suddenly rush up to sing with me." Hoddle patted his chest and gave a look of relief.

"I really trouble you!" Sylvia rolled her eyes.

"Sorry, I have to go first." Rebecca looked at her watch and said, "I made an appointment with Hannah to take her to Diagon Alley tomorrow morning to buy some quills and ink, and I won't go back. She's not going to sleep again, and that's how she has a clingy sister."

"It's almost time for us to go home, it's getting late," Cedric said.

"I told Sirius that I would go to him after the party with you guys." Sylvia looked at her watch, guessing where Sirius was still walking around at this point, "You know where this place is. Is there a bus? I have to go to Grimmauld Place."

"I'll take you." Hoddle glanced at Sylvia, "I'm from London."

"Then let's go first." Qiu said and pulled Cedric out of their sight.

After saying goodbye to Rebecca, Sylvia and Hoddle walked to the station together.

"Where do you live?" Sylvia was trying to find a topic along the way. She couldn't stand the two of them being together, she just simply stayed together quietly.

"I said you don't know where you are." Hoddle usually answered evasive like this, but after seeing Sylvia, he immediately added, "In the Regent Street."

"Tsk tsk tsk." Sylvia shook her head with a smile, she was indeed a rich and noble young master Waughlin.

"What?"

"Nothing."

They were both silent again. Sylvia found it difficult to chat with this person. Do they want to talk about the origin of the world's magic history on the street?

"Hey! Searle!"

Sirius couldn't be more excited to see a handsome young boy beside his little niece.

"Sirius? Are you back from walking around?" Sylvia didn't expect to meet him, although they were almost there, "This is Hoddle Waughlin, he sent me back. "

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Black." Hoddle gave his trademark smile, which made Sirius even more fond of him.

"Come here, come in and sit down? Thank you for sending my stupid niece home, she must not find her way, right?" Sirius looked very familiar, This made Sylvia look like she had eaten a dung egg.

You can't find your way!

"This..." Hoddle hesitated, glanced at Sylvia's ugly expression and accepted it readily.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Sylvia grabbed Sirius and reprimanded in a low voice.

"Let me guess, that nasty good-looking boy you mentioned earlier?" Sirius asked with a smirk in Sylvia's ear, "The one who helped make the Visible Potion? You have a good eye, little madman! Did you deliberately go home and change a dress?"

"You better not think about it."

"Don't worry. I'm here." Sirius pointed to Hoddle's back and gave a thumbs up.

"I can rest assured that there are ghosts? You dare to talk nonsense and I will smash your locomotive!" Sylvia can't wait to kidnap his car now.

The author has something to say:

Let me see where I am today? Oh wow! Huo Ge special!

Brother Huo will have special performances in the future, but let’s see and cherish, Brother Huo is also graduating soon hahahaha

I don't know what you think, this chapter is quite exciting to me. So I'm looking forward to your feedback on this chapter!

I originally planned to add an update on February 25th, because it was the birthdays of the twin actors Oliver and James Phelps, but I found that this chapter was the home of Huo Ge and felt very sorry Fred's hahahahahahahaha so still no update. But I still want to wish my favorite Ollie and Janjan a happy birthday! !

Horcy cp big fanboy Sirius is here! ! Xiaotian accompanies you to kowtow hahahahaha! As for Xiaotian, who you care about most, as long as it's a holiday, his role will never be less!

Rebecca's love line is also open! Hey, I just like the drama of childhood sweethearts hahahaha! It's pure-blood wizard and Muggle love!

Ryan's design is very selfish. I really like the name Ryan, and it is also the English name of my favorite domestic host. Gonzalez is a surname that I think sounds very good hahahaha is also a surname on the wall that I like very much hhhhh

It will be more and more exciting! Thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2021-02-2022:19:16~2021-02-2510:32:43~

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