HP Dear Miss Freak

"Sylvia has always been impressed by the sportsmanship of Quidditch. No matter what the storm is, it cannot hinder the progress of the game."

It was not a little rain on the day of the Quidditch match.

Sylvia does take this game seriously. Since there are no dementors to attack, this will be a fair and just open duel. Hufflepuff had Cedric, a good new captain, and a good group of players. Quite a respectable opponent anyway.

To win.

With this idea, Sylvia gave Oliver a lot of fresh ideas. She knew that Oliver would take a passive challenge this time, so she started instilling chicken soup long in advance. Anyway, she felt that her life's intelligence and intelligence were about to shake off.

As I said at the beginning, the rain today is not a little rain. Despite the horrendous weather, the whole school was full of teachers and students as usual. Sylvia and Fred shared an umbrella. She stuck her head out a little, and she felt the pressure doubled when she looked at the gloomy auditorium.

No matter how good the chicken soup is, there is no way to feed yourself. Sylvia looked at the captain who was walking in front of the team, and found that she was so good at fooling Oliver that she actually turned him from anxiety to fighting spirit. Anyway, the weather is really bad.

And in the same way, she can fool Fred. The guy was obviously a little **** off about the thrilling night tour accident, but Sylvia always managed to coax him easily. Of course she knew that Fred cared about her, and she was happy that their relationship had grown closer.

Maybe I can write a book "Sylvia teaches you how to become a master of flickering".

"Look." Fred took Sylvia's shoulder and pulled her closer to him, so that she wouldn't get caught in the rain, "Look at your lovely young master. "

"He really has no burden at all when it matters." Sylvia looked at Draco who was laughing and shook his head. He was staying under a big umbrella with two of his henchmen.

"Have some fun?" Fred asked, but he didn't want an answer. He pulled out his wand and whispered a floating spell, and the big umbrella flew into the air.

"What a pity." Sylvia said, but without the slightest sympathy. They both looked at each other and laughed wickedly together. "Be careful yourself, it's too windy today." Sylvia patted Fred on the shoulder and headed into the members' lounge.

"Don't worry." Fred put the bat on his shoulder and followed into the lounge, "Just keep your eyes open, the best hitter is what kind of."

"I'm watching." Sylvia finally slapped Fred's back hard, and he carried the bat with a broom and followed Oliver out of the lounge.

"Eh." George pressed Sylvia's shoulder, "If you haven't forgotten, you seem to have a buddy?" She responded to George, and out of the corner of the eye, she caught a glimpse of the girl They smiled maliciously.

I'm so worried! What can I do about this?"

"Whoops!" George pretended to wipe his tears and raised his voice, "I know you're worried about me! Searle, you're so considerate! How can you be so kind to me!"

"Is the show over?" Fred smiled and put his head into the lounge and shouted, "Are you still fighting? If you don't fight Bunny, come up!"

you see."

"Hurry up! There's so much nonsense! Don't you deserve a beating!" Sylvia rolled her eyes and pushed George outward fiercely. "And you guys!" Sylvia looked back at Angelina, Arya, and Katie. "You're still so lazy when you're about to play, what's the matter, you guys? Give me a good attitude!"

"Come on." The three Chasers nodded solemnly as they passed Sylvia, and patted her on the shoulder.

"Sick." Sylvia smiled and took her broom and followed, and went around the bench, "Who cheers for whom?" She saw Oliver and each other After the captain shook hands, he suddenly said two words to Mrs. Huoqi.

"Sylvia." Oliver suddenly called Sylvia's name, "You come down first."

"What are you doing? You changed your tactics before the game! Oliver!" Sylvia brought a broom to the center of the field, and her teammates quickly surrounded her.

"I thought about it later and decided to let you go first." Oliver patted Sylvia's shoulder as if he had a heavy responsibility, "You change Angelina first."

"Listen to me." Angelina interrupted Sylvia before she could push back, "Because you rarely play, you are the stranger to your opponent, and you can always surprise. "

"You can get an advantage at the beginning." Sylvia thought for a while and nodded, "Alright. Angie can keep her stamina and fight the opponent directly afterward."

"That's it." Arya and Katie gave a high five.

"Come on then." Fred and George smiled and swung their bats, as if to boost Sylvia's momentum.

The whistle blows.

The moment Sylvia's fingertips touched the Quaffle, she knew it was safe. It was only at this time that she realized that her reaction power was faster than others. She hooked easily, controlled the ball in her hand, and quickly passed it to Arya, watching the two chasers go away in cooperation. She wasn't in a hurry when the three yellow figures flew past her, and she was just like this to be a guard for the time being. She vaguely saw Oliver's arms raised for her in the rain and fog.

She knew very well that the match was not good for her. Her small body is really quite flimsy in the wind and rain, and her strength is not enough to project, so it is best to use her agility to be the one that adapts.

"Gryffindor goal, 10-0."

Sylvia could vaguely hear Li's live explanation in the sound of the rain. But the old man Merlin didn't give any face at all. The rain was getting heavier and the wind was blowing harder. She began to regret that she didn't add a few more layers of warmth to herself.

The opponent served, and several canary-colored lightning flashed across the court. Katie threw the ball back and threw it to Sylvia, who took the ball and evaded the opponent's attack with a dive, and another rollover to avoid a grab. Sylvia found a gap and dribbled the ball across the half to make a fake move, passing the Quaffle to Arya and winning the next game again.

Sylvia was exhausted and gasped for several breaths. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Bludgers hitting her several times, but they were all easily resolved by a figure before she could predict the position and speed. It's a figure. Sylvia didn't know why, but she just could be sure it was Fred.

"Sylvia!" Arya yelled, but Sylvia knew she needed a dive right now so her roommate could pass the ball to Katie. Quickly catches Katie's ball as she pulls up her broom and dashes forward, then passes it out as she rushes in front of her.

It's all thanks to Oliver's intense training. They can grind together like this, and it will definitely be better if they are replaced by Angelina. Sylvia really felt hope, which made her temporarily forget her exhaustion washed by the rain.

"Tsk!"

conceded a goal. Is this joy and sorrow? Sylvia slapped herself in her head angrily. She chased after her right away, but the rain was so heavy that she was shaken by the wind and couldn't get the ball back.

"Arya!" Katie shouted, and the moment the Quaffle hit Sylvia's hand was quickly passed by her. Sylvia could clearly hear her exaggerated heartbeat and panting, but she listened more carefully to identify positions, for fear of missing the team's cooperation and running into the opponent's attack.

Little Comet, you must resist! Withstood, I personally take you to the Quidditch boutique for the most advanced maintenance package!

"Stop! I called a timeout!" Oliver gestured to Mrs. Hodge at 70:10 and called a timeout.

A group of them huddled under a large umbrella on the side of the field. Not to mention the others, even Fred and George looked a little overwhelmed. As soon as Sylvia's eyes met Fred's, she showed a shallow smile and raised her eyebrows proudly.

"What's the score?" Harry took off his wet glasses.

"We're sixty points ahead," Oliver said, wiping the rain hard, "but unless we get the Snitch soon, we're going to be late at night."

"I can't see with my glasses." Harry said angrily, waving his glasses.

"I have an idea! Harry! Give me your glasses!" Hermione rushed over in her cloak. She tapped Harry's glasses with her wand, applying the Waterproof Charm.

"Fantastic!" Oliver was so excited that he wanted to pick up Hermione for a spin, "So..."

"Replace me." Sylvia looked at Oliver, "I can't take it anymore, sorry."

"We wouldn't have such a wonderful score without you." Angelina patted Sylvia on the shoulder, "Leave it to me next."

"Listen to me." Sylvia adjusted her breathing and motioned everyone to come closer, "You know Hufflepuffs are very honest, but their captain probably has a new strategy I have played against them a few times and found that they seem to strengthen their offense, but there are a lot of holes in their defense. Ainge is good at detouring and throwing long shots, which is just good to suppress them. I propose that Ainge should be the main offensive force."

"Okay! I understand." Angelina nodded and gave Sylvia a high five.

"Just attack."

"Just leave the Bludgers to us." Fred and George also gave Angelina a high-five. They followed Oliver back to the court, and Sylvia turned back to her bench.

The game continued, and the cheers from the audience were drowned out by the terrifying thunder. Sylvia, however, found that almost nothing could be seen here. Are you playing me? Does this look lonely? Obviously, except for the scoreboard, he could hardly see anything, but the enthusiasm in the stands remained undiminished.

So why not another day with better weather?

Sylvia will never understand the sportsmanship of Quidditch.

"Hey!" Rebecca came to Sylvia and sat down, "Are you down?"

"How? Do you think you can win?" Sylvia smiled and took Rebecca's shoulder, "Sed is there." Sylvia pointed at the man in the air Blurred yellow figure. At least you can see it, right? Little Harry had disappeared into the rainstorm.

"I don't know Quidditch." Rebecca shook her head, "What do you think?"

"It's hard to say." Sylvia also shook her head, "But we are bound to win."

"Actually, I have always admired Quidditch friendship." Rebecca looked at Sylvia and smiled sweetly, "You know, this kind of friendship that fights side by side, that is Nothing else compares."

"Yeah." Sylvia quickly found the two red-haired figures hovering beside Angelina in the air, "They are so nice."

"They? Why did you exclude yourself?" Rebecca was a little surprised.

"Huh?" Sylvia was also a little surprised, "I mean..."

I mean…

I felt the same way when I was on the sidelines. This year's Gryffindor Quidditch team is really the envy of others.

Angelina and Fred.

On the same team, in the same year in the same college. They have common interests and similar personalities, and they are so right. This way of getting along day and night from acquaintance to love is really enviable.

"You too." Rebecca's crisp voice startled Sylvia.

"Wh...what am I too?" Sylvia's eyes widened, she almost thought she had heard an incredible answer, "Oh! You said I was also a member of the team! Hey! I thought you were talking about..." Sylvia thought she had spoken her heart out.

What do you think? How could it have other meanings? The two of them were a couple. How come Fred, the idiot, hasn't got his girl! When exactly did they start dating?

"What's the matter with you?" Rebecca was dumbfounded.

"It's nothing, my brain is flooded in the rain for too long." Sylvia waved her hand and continued to open her eyes to look at the arena. "Beautiful!" She vaguely saw Oliver make a wonderful interception in front of the goal, passing the Quaffle to Angelina.

"It's amazing." Rebecca gasped in admiration, "Your team is really amazing." At this point, the scoreboard showed that their score had been pulled to 140:60.

"Of course! Now you're seeing Gryffindor's top team!" Sylvia laughed. There's a sense of pride, and even a nice feeling that my kids have grown up. "Oliver is really good, it's right for me to go first. Angelina has better physical strength... 150:60!" She hugged Rebecca with joy, even though it was a girl from the rival college.

“Why hasn’t Cyd caught the Snitch?” Rebecca looked anxious.

"I can't even see Harry." Sylvia clicked, she should have asked Sirius to send Harry a fire earlier. "Did you see it? They are Parkin pincer tactics! It's so beautiful!" Sylvia was excited to see a little bit of the game.

"I don't understand, but it's probably true that you say it's great." Rebecca nodded with a smile.

"You guys are great too." Sylvia bumped Rebecca's shoulder, "Your new captain is very good at hawk-head offensive formation. To be honest, in the face of such a strong Offensively, I don't have an advantage on the field."

160:60.

At this moment, there was a burst of electric current from Li's microphone. "Brother Li is out of power!" Sylvia didn't know what made her buddy so excited that Mai Duo shouted. But when she saw the two figures smashed to the ground together aggressively, she was the first to react and rushed down from the stand.

"Harry! Are you okay?" Sylvia quickly ran to Harry's side and helped him up.

"The Golden Snitch..." Harry slowly stood up, clutching his forehead.

"Where?" Sylvia just ran too fast, her mind was still buzzing.

"This is it." Cedric said, holding up the golden snitch. The cheers of the Hufflepuffs in the stands exploded like they were bombing the Quidditch pitch.

"Tsk." Sylvia tutted unabashedly. She turned her head to look at her teammates who had returned to the ground, feeling very complicated.

"Pretty good." Hufflepuff's captain shook hands with Oliver, who was clearly in a meltdown.

"Congratulations." Sylvia looked at her annoyed teammates, and said this sentence after finishing her mood, and extended her hand to Cedric.

"You guys are really good." Cedric turned around and took her hand, a bright smile on his wet face.

This is looking back and smiling, right? Hoddle Waughlin What is that? Sylvia couldn't help but sigh. They are all handsome guys, some are sunny and handsome neighbor boys, and some are gentle scum Hogwarts kings.

"Come on, Bunny." Fred grabbed Sylvia's shoulders and pulled her towards him.

"Where's Oliver?" Sylvia looked at the group of people walking towards the castle and looked up at Fred.

"It's still raining." Fred shook his head, "We think he was going to drown himself."

"You go first." Sylvia squatted out of Fred's arms, turned and walked back.

"Why are you still standing here?" Sylvia came to the center of the court and pulled Oliver's arm to face him.

"Why are you here?" Oliver leaned his head against the broomstick and stared blankly at the sky.

"How old are you to play idol dramas?" Sylvia sighed helplessly.

"I have to think about what went wrong." Oliver shook his head stubbornly.

"What's the matter? Rain helps you think, right?" Sylvia rolled her eyes, "I think your brain is flooded, so hurry back with me to dry!"

"You let me think about it." Oliver stretched out his hand and waved to Sylvia not to bother him, frowning, as if he was thinking.

"Oliver Wood!" Sylvia slapped him on the back, causing him to stumble and almost fall out, "You boys can't understand human speech without doing it, right? Come back with me now!"

"You and your sister are really different." Oliver looked at her as if he saw the little girl from a long time ago, "I still remember the first time I met you in Diagon Alley With your sister, she exposed me, but you, who have never met, are joking and comforting me."

"Are you moved?" Sylvia raised her eyebrows, "All these years I have always cared about our captain's face and mood! Come with me!"

"Searle, I lost again." Oliver's emotions seemed to be finally unable to hold back.

"You look like you're crying now." Sylvia shook her head and pulled him back, "Let's go back and talk?"

"I'm crying!" Oliver shouted, almost scared Sylvia to death.

"Huh?" Sylvia stared at him and didn't know what to say for a while, "Good guy, you can't even fix it for me."

"We never won the Quidditch Cup after Charlie left, I'm not a good captain." Oliver's voice was shaking, "You said we would win."

"Of course we will win." Sylvia said with great certainty, "I tell you, Oliver Wood! This year's Quidditch Cup must be ours! It's Gryffindor! "

"Really?" Oliver asked blankly, as if Sylvia said it must be the same.

"Yes!" Sylvia said firmly, "I'll help you figure out a strategy, we'll find the best way to play for our team! Tell them what Hogwarts is The ceiling of the Quidditch team!"

"You are always so confident." Oliver lowered his head dejectedly, "You said before this game that we could win."

The one that won the Quidditch Cup with the Ranffindor team."

"No wonder Fred and George only serve you." Oliver forced a smile.

"What do you mean? You think I'm very good at fooling people?" Sylvia suddenly slapped her forehead, "Ah! Damn it! I was fooled by you for a long time! Why are we still standing? Here? Hurry back with me!" She dragged the older boy who was much stronger than her and walked back involuntarily.

"I'm clearly saying that you are righteous..."

The author has something to say:

I have a great regret for not being able to give Wood a little more plot. How can I say that he was also the first boy I saw when I watched the movie for the first time, so if the plan goes well, I will also open it to Senior Wood. What a pit (hahahaha, my brain hole can no longer be blocked, I recently went crazy for the next book) My goal is to win all the seniors in Gryffindor! Hahaha!

It's time for my Quidditch hard work again, Quidditch is too hard to write, **** it

Light up, light up family

Searle's enlightenment plan has achieved 70% of everyone, although she has begun to work hard to tell herself back hahahaha

In a hurry? Hey don't worry, it's still early (hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I promised everyone that the summer vacation will be added, and now it is changed to three times a week, Monday, Wednesday and Saturday. Just leave me a lot of comments, I like to see your feedback, which also has a certain impact on my next direction and progress. There are a lot of manuscript boxes now (I also suddenly realized that there are a lot of them, so I will add more hahahaha

Come and chat with me in the comment area—it’s so boring after the holiday—

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!