[HP Fred] I was the school belle at Hogwarts

Umbridge's office

"Now, please ask Miss Stewart to clear her suspicions in person and refine the potion in the notebook. As the investigator, I will personally supervise it." Umbridge reached out and handed her the potion notebook on the table. , put away his fake smile and ordered.

"Okay, Professor!" Sigrid couldn't refuse. She took the notes and moved to the operating table. She saw a set of materials for the primary potion "Long Hair Flowing" placed on the table.

"I can't guarantee success, after all, I haven't experimented with them." Sigrid added before starting.

"As long as you can take it, it will prove that it is indeed not a dark magic item." Umbridge said after taking a sip of coffee.

Umbridge carefully observed the potion making on the operating table, while Sigrid was focusing on the steps of making according to the notes.

An hour later, a bottle of potion with the same color and state as mentioned in the note appeared in Sigrid's hand. "Professor, I should have made it."

"Very good, you can drink now." Umbridge returned to her smiling look.

Looking at Sigrid who was hesitant to drink the potion behind the console, Umbridge coaxed, "Don't you want to prove your innocence? If it's not black magic, there shouldn't be any irreversible accident, right?"

"You're right!" Sigrid took the potion with a look of death on her face.

Her long hair suddenly floated uncontrollably, and Umbridge stared at her without blinking until the potion wore off and her hair fell down again, as if nothing had happened.

"It seems...it doesn't have the effect mentioned in the notebook..." Umbridge murmured to herself, and finally said pretentiously, "It seems that this is indeed not a dark magic item. Then Miss Stewart, you can take it." You’re gone, remember to keep it safe.”

Sigrid breathed a sigh of relief and thanked her gratefully, "Thank you, Professor, for helping me find the notes and proving my innocence. Otherwise, I wouldn't know how to explain it to my parents when I get home."

"You're welcome, this is my profession!" Umbridge said nonchalantly, taking a sip of coffee.

"Then I won't disturb you, Professor!" Sigrid tentatively asked if she could leave.

"You can go, Miss Stewart!" Umbridge nodded.

Hearing this, Sigrid had a startled expression on her face.

Just let her go so easily? That couldn't be better.

Sigrid put her hand on the doorknob of the office, then turned her head hesitantly, "Professor, can I know who stole the only thing my grandmother left me?"

"Oh... what that girl did was indeed disgraceful, but she has been punished now." Umbridge said vaguely, and Sigrid didn't expect her anymore.

"Thank you, Professor!" She softly closed the door and left.

Outside the door, Fred, who had been guarding the door, stared at the name tag in his hand. The sound coming from the telescopic ear confirmed that Sigrid was emotionally stable and even getting more relaxed, and she felt a little relieved. Until that door is opened.

"Little snake, she didn't punish you, did she?" Fred stepped forward, grabbed her wrist and led her to the corner.

"Professor Umbridge distinguishes between public and private affairs, and I have done nothing wrong, why should I be punished?" Sigrid said sternly, while avoiding his physical contact.

Looking at Sigrid's eyes, Fred kept a tacit understanding with her and maintained a normal distance between men and women.

Sure enough, almost as soon as they separated, Umbridge suddenly poked her head out of the office and looked back and forth between the two of them. "I think you all remember the new school rules, right?"

"Of course, Professor, we are definitely representatives of abiding by school rules!" Fred replied confidently, and compared the distance between them with his hand. It was no more, no less, just more than 8 inches.

"Bang--" The door slammed shut under the eyes of the two of them.

When the two of them arrived at a safe place, Fred finally held his girlfriend in his arms again and touched her obedient head. "What does she want from you? Isn't someone reporting on us?"

"That's not true. It's a matter of the academy." Sigrid explained generally.

Fred heard what she meant - his girlfriend didn't want him to get involved, so he naturally changed the subject.

"That's good, but the fans only said to keep distance between men and women, and they didn't say that they were not allowed to fall in love, don't you think so?" Fred's voice was still full of pride.

Sigrid withdrew from his embrace and took back the notebook. She was in a good mood and was in the mood to tease Fred, so she nodded and agreed, "Yes, so we must keep a safe distance from now on. Have you heard of spiritual love?"

Spirit, spirit, love, love?

Screw it!

"Oh, does this distance count as spiritual love?" Fred was full of curiosity and pulled the person into his arms and kissed her on the forehead.

"No, five points will be deducted from Gryffindor!" Sigrid announced with a prefect airs.

"Doesn't it count?" Fred sighed worriedly, picked up the little snake and fixed it on his lap.

Just like a hunting lion, it tentatively sniffs and licks the delicate neck of its prey, letting its scent stick to it and marking it with its own tag.

After confirming that the prey was really under his control, he opened his fangs and pounced on it. Then the poor little snake could only make a subtle whimpering sound...

It is still struggling in vain to "calculate...really..."

The tall "snake flowers" in Umbridge's eyes turned into small flower bones in front of Fred. He dyed the petals red, crushed the flowers into pieces, and fell one by one, landing on the apex of his heart.

When the little snake was dying, the satisfied lion gave up. He stared at the place that he had just taken care of for a long time, touched it again, and then asked doubtfully the question he had been thinking about for a long time: "Are you injured here? Why is it so dirty?" Congestion?"

The little snake, who had closed his eyes and was concentrating, glanced at him angrily when he heard this, "Pa--" His hand was opened.

"Why are you pretending to be innocent? Aren't these all chewed out by a dog last time?" Sigrid looked at his earnest look for answers, and felt a resentment in her chest that could not go away.

"Me? Did I bite it?" Fred moved closer and touched it in disbelief. He looked at the purple-red and even some black-purple marks. He felt a little distressed but also felt an indescribable satisfaction. "Does it hurt?"

Sigrid shook her head in embarrassment, avoiding his overly fiery eyes.

"It's almost curfew..." Sigrid wanted to run away, but her sixth sense told her that it was dangerous to stay here.

"Then go back." Fred said and let her go, but he still pulled back the prey that was about to escape, carefully refastened the few buttons he had unbuttoned, tied the loosened tie, and tidied it up. He shook his robe before letting her go.

"Then I...leave?" Sigrid became even more embarrassed. She glanced at Fred's face. She was relieved and prepared to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Unexpectedly, as soon as she turned around, the person behind her stopped her again.

Fred stepped forward and blocked Sigrid's exit.

Slowly, he helped her smooth the long hair on her chest to her back, and looked at her carefully. When Sigrid asked him what he was doing with doubtful eyes, Fred bowed and looked at her levelly, smiling heartlessly. kindness……

Sigrid also knew that she would probably get angry after hearing what her boyfriend said with this expression. She quickly covered her ears and prepared to retreat. Fred became even more proud. He pulled her wrist down, leaned into her ear and asked, "I remember I obviously bite the most on my neck and ears, but why are there no traces at all?"

She also wanted to ask herself why, even though she had used "Restore as before" to eliminate the traces that were exposed, she did not also eliminate the areas covered by clothes.

Okay, now the stupid lion has caught you, and he is still laughing at you...

"Don't block the road, I'm going back!" Sigrid said "Boom--" her face turned red, and she could only run away in embarrassment, but the exit was blocked.

She pulled hard on the arm blocking the way out, but it had no effect.

"I'm so sorry, I will pay attention to it in the future!" Fred looked at her head lowering lower and lower in his arms, and whispered, "Next time, I will only bite the place where others can't see, okay? This will save you the trouble of yourself. Wave the magic wand.”

"Can you shut up? Fred Weasley?" Sigrid squeezed out a few words through her teeth.

Fred finally shut up obediently, moved away from the door, opened the door for her, and made a "please" gesture respectfully.

Sigrid ran away without even looking at him.

After she left, Fred stopped smiling cynically. She was obviously becoming more tolerant and closer to him, but why did he feel as if he was getting further and further away from Sigrid...

Fred heard from Angelina and Aaliyah that basically all the lion-snake romances in Hogwarts ended up breaking up, and external factors only accounted for one-third. The biggest reason was actually the incompatibility of three views and ideas. different.

He couldn't help but mind that she had always used "college matters" to prevaricate him since the beginning of school; he couldn't help but mind that she was absent-minded even in the most intimate moments; he couldn't help that he didn't mind that she wouldn't let him interfere in anything.

He had no choice but to use the most intimate way to childishly and unreasonably extract aggression from her, and she was so obedient that he allowed him to take whatever he wanted... He even felt that he was pushing too far.

After waiting for 10 minutes, anticipating that she should go back to the dormitory, Fred took off her name tag and took a look...

Sure enough, she didn't go back to the dormitory obediently.

Fred let go of the name tag tightly held in his palm and smiled helplessly...

Little liar.