[HP Fred] I was the school belle at Hogwarts

For Sigrid, the whole day of April 1st could be described as hazy. It wasn't until a junior school girl told her that Umbridge was inviting her in the afternoon that she finally woke up.

Although he has become Umbridge's confidant except for the "Investigation Team", he does not dare to take it lightly.

Fortunately, it wasn't a big deal. Umbridge just asked her if there were any products in the Magic Witch series to eliminate eye bags, because the gradual disappearance of fine lines on her face had made the once inconspicuous eye bags now very unsightly, seriously affecting her mood at work.

Sigrid naturally agreed to help her ask. In fact, she had suggested the development of twins as early as last semester. They were surprisingly efficient, and they only needed three days to wait for her to pick them up.

After listening to Umbridge's aesthetic concept lesson for a while, there was a knock on the office door.

It was Harry Potter, his face looked very bad, and he found that there was an "acquaintance" in the office, and this "acquaintance" could chat and laugh with Umbridge, which was obviously beyond his expectation.

Harry looked away and braced himself: "Professor, I'll give you the detention."

Umbridge put away her smile, raised her eyebrows to straighten her shiny blond hair, and giggled twice: "Mr. Potter, you're just in time."

She turned to look at the Slytherin prefect who was sitting respectfully on the sofa, and her smile became much more sincere: "Stuart, that's it for today. You can go back first."

Sigrid was finally allowed to leave, which was naturally what she wanted. She was in a good mood and passed by Potter at the door, but she was very upset by the "I misjudged you" look on Potter's face.

So much so that she was still confused after leaving the office. If they had a good relationship before, it was only in the fifth grade. Hermione's attitude was already obvious, and she certainly would not ask for trouble. But what right did Potter have to look at her with such a critical eye now?

Sigrid became more and more angry as she thought about it, but luckily she firmly refused Fred's party invitation. Stupid lion, trying to go against the Ministry of Magic is really asking for trouble. She is not willing to wade into muddy waters.

Thinking that Umbridge was still waiting for the magical witch's new product, Sigrid decided to take advantage of the twins to attend the party and secretly go to the laboratory on the 8th floor to take out the things.

She hasn't been here for a long time since she witnessed the conflict between DA and the investigation team last semester.

She walked in as familiar as before. The laboratory was so dark that she almost thought she was in the wrong place. Then she saw Fred walking out of the black mist.

The look on his face was completely different from when he said goodbye to her that morning, cold and sinister.

She unconsciously took a step back.

Fred pressed forward step by step, pointing his wand at her: "How long will you keep pestering me after we break up, you evil Slytherin?"

"Of course ~ I'm very grateful to you for cooperating with my prank ~"

"I dumped you~ Gryffindor wins!"

Even though she knew it was a boggart, Sigrid held up her wand and was helpless.

The image of Fred looking at Draco, Pansy and others with a sullen face that day came back to her ears.

Seeing "Fred" getting closer and closer to him, the tip of the wand glowed,

But she was completely unable to recite a spell to him. She could only retreat and pray softly: "Don't come over, please don't come over..."

Just when she was about to close her eyes and endure it passively, "Fred" approaching her suddenly turned into a stone tablet. Before she could see the words on the stone tablet clearly, a "funny" spell sounded from behind her, and the stone tablet He turned into a red-nosed clown and disappeared.

A warm palm fell on her head, and she followed the strength of that hand into the arms behind her and trembled, grabbing his arm with all her strength as if her fingers were grasping a life-saving straw.

He silently patted her shoulder to comfort her, and his regular movements made her body gradually warm up.

Sigrid hugged his waist and sobbed softly: "Fred..."

"It's okay." The person she was holding just caressed her back awkwardly to comfort her.

Sigrid froze, choked a few times and began to sob softly.

When she finally stopped crying, the person holding her whispered: "Sigrid, are you feeling better?"

She nodded.

"Well... Fred didn't come today. You got the wrong person..."

"Ha... after five years of knowing us, you admitted your mistake just once. That's amazing!"

She didn't know what to say. Of course she knew she had recognized the wrong person. She knew she was holding George when he said "It's okay", so Fred would not comfort her so gently.

It's just that she was embarrassed, firstly because she recognized the wrong person in a hurry, and secondly because she couldn't control a Boggart.

My wife is so embarrassed... She has been embarrassed all day.

She hoped that George would not expose it and let her hold "Fred" and cry and leave. Then she could pretend that nothing happened, and it would not be too embarrassing when they meet in the future.

Sigrid raised her head and glanced at George secretly, then lowered her head and retreated from his arms with a guilty conscience.

There was blood on one of George's arms in sight, which was her work. Sigrid apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, your arm is bleeding."

George seemed to have just noticed a few blood marks on his arms, which often appeared on Fred's arms and neck. He was startled before he said: "It's okay."

But Sigrid had already taken out her wand and tapped on his arm: "Recover as before."

George's arms immediately looked as smooth as ever, but the tip of his heart was scratched by her sharp nails, leaving several blood marks.

He couldn't have the fingerprint she gave him, which was the favor that belonged exclusively to Fred.

"Don't, don't tell Fred," Sigrid held back her tears, squatted down and hugged herself, choking: "I, I don't want him to know... this is too, too stupid... even a Boggart Can’t deal with it.”

"Sigrid, you're just under too much pressure during this time. That's okay." George knelt down and couldn't help but look at the hair on the top of her head. He hesitated for a long time, and finally put his hand on her shoulder with restraint. Pat lightly on top.

George whispered to her anecdotes about how they had reversed roles and deceived their family members and good friends, implying that it was normal for her to admit they were wrong.

In order to distract her attention, she told a lot of embarrassing things that happened to him, and at the end she didn't forget to add: "Don't tell Fred, he will laugh at me forever."

Sigrid's heart gradually calmed down, and her dizzy head rested on George's shoulder to listen to him.

I have a long list of their differences in my mind. They are not the same at all. Why do people always mistake them for each other? How could I admit my mistake just now?

If Fred were here now, he would have...

"What are you doing?"

The real "Fred" is here! when?

Sigrid froze, raised her head mechanically, and turned around.

Fred stood at the gate, glaring darkly at them.

Sigrid stood up, glanced at George who was squatting there with his back turned, and then tentatively called out: "Fred..."

Fred only glanced at her without responding, and turned his attention to George. Seeing that George still had his back turned to him, he held back his anger and closed the door and left.

Sigrid was a little panicked. She wanted to go to Fred to explain, but she was frightened by his indifference, so she finally gritted her teeth and decided to make it clear in person.

She just took a step to leave, but George, who was standing behind her at some point, grabbed her wrist.

"Don't go. The target of his anger is me."

As he said that, he walked towards the door, and then Sigrid remembered to call him.

"George"

He stopped and waited for her to finish.

"Happy birthday! Thank you for today!"

She was already preparing for the worst, maybe this would be her last birthday celebration for them.

--split line--

Fred's anger gradually subsided as he slammed the door and left. He felt more confused and melancholy. What he feared most was finally going to happen?

He seemed to think of the Boggart he once faced: Sigrid said to herself nonchalantly: "If it was George who pursued me, my first boyfriend might be him."

f-u-c-k!

Today is their eighteenth birthday. It was obviously supposed to be a good day. It was obviously a good day from the beginning, but now it's all screwed up!

Damn George, why didn't you explain a word just now, even if you said: "We were just chatting." But he didn't say anything, as if he was acquiescing to his conjecture.

He had no intention of going to the cafeteria to attend their birthday party, but went straight upstairs back to the tower.

The dormitory was exactly the same as the "dormitory" he took Sigrid into last night. It was empty at the moment. The other roommates were all at their party, and they might have already made eye contact with the girl they liked.

He sat dejectedly on his bed, reached under the pillow, and took out the scarf that Sigrid had given him for Valentine's Day. The soft touch made his heart soften, and he unconsciously buried his head in the scarf.

It seems to still retain the warmth and smell of the person who knitted it with her own hands, as if she is holding her in her arms.

Fred picked up the photo on the bedside table again and looked at it again and again, looking at her eyes and looking at him in her eyes.

The more I looked at it, the more I realized that the reflection looked so much like George. Why did they look exactly the same?

Did she look at George this way too?

His eyes unconsciously fell on George's bed opposite, with the same style of sheets and quilts as his, and the same display, except for the furnishings on the bedside table...

Yes, Sigrid gave them two Charmanders for their birthday a few years ago. His Charmander was now wilted and losing hair, but George's one was still beautiful and fine. Will fall on George's shoulders and follow his master to show off his power.

As if it noticed his unkind gaze, the Charmander rudely spit out a small ball of flame. Seeing that Fred was still staring at it with a fierce look, it put away its arrogant expression and swung its tail to him.

At this moment, the Chinese Fireball Dragon, which had begun to sleep in the cage, was completely unaware of the danger coming. After being shot by a spell and thrown out of the exquisite cage, it spit out the last small flame and lost the light in its eyes.