HP Disguise Magus

"Why can't we just lock these rooms?" Ron tripped over the suddenly protruding table legs again, got up and kicked the table angrily while roaring.

"Because at least the members of the Order of the Phoenix must be given a place to rest, oh, this is probably a type of Transfiguration," Mrs. Weasley sighed, "Be careful, there may be a trap popping up somewhere in this room."

"Like an adventure, Ron," George said with a smirk, and put a box on Ron's head unexpectedly, and the box firmly bit Ron's hair.

"Ah—" Ron chased and beat the twins angrily.The box clattered in his hair.

"Could you work hard!" Mrs. Weasley yelled.

The three girls looked back helplessly after watching, and continued to wipe the spots on the window vigorously, "I didn't expect the mold in the wizarding world to be deadly," Amy whispered to Hermione,

"Yeah, I can do my mother's job at home with just a cleanup," sighed Hermione.Some molds sneak up on the walls while they are not paying attention.Amy sprayed the cleaner with a straight face, and the mold stopped moving.

"Oops," Mrs. Weasley was about to cast a spell on the table, but was bumped against it.

"Mom, be careful," Ginny hurried over to help.

"I think we'd better throw it out and deal with it when there are more people," said Mrs. Weasley, using the Levitation Charm to levitate the table into the large living room, which was not cleaned up and the place was large. Throw a table It doesn't matter.

The current situation is that only Mrs. Weasley and the twin brothers can use wands. They are not over seventeen years old, so they must stay with Mrs. Weasley, just in case.

Cleaning these days makes them feel sorry for each other.If it wasn't for Amy's mission, she wouldn't have come to the Order of the Phoenix, but it was a surprise to get a professor, so she was quite motivated.

I don't know if Hermione felt Amy's mood, so she changed the topic here, "Speaking of which, you and Professor Snape? He's a professor," Hermione frowned slightly, looking at Amy.

"This is the wizarding world, Hermione, I don't think it's the same as Muggle society," Amy said indifferently, "I don't think it has anything to do with it."

"You are also underage in the wizarding world," Hermione poked Amy, "I think Professor Snape is a bit irresponsible, how could such a thing happen to his own students." Hermione looked angrily at this Amy glanced. "And you, I don't know what you think?"

"Yes, yes, he is gloomy, mean, and has bad intentions for Gryffindor." Amy grabbed the mold that was about to run on Hermione's hair, and sprayed it with detergent, "I heard you say several times. It's term."

"I'm still underage, I'm almost an adult," Amy said indifferently.Although Amy looks like a little girl to outsiders, she is already an adult in her heart.

"Okay," Hermione sighed. "It's really unbelievable."

Amy put on a big smile.Hermione was helpless.

The professor hasn't been here since the last time he came to the Order of the Phoenix. Amy and Hermione have been working hard to clean up.Harry came to the letter twice, and Hermione and Ron scribbled and corrected in embarrassment, and sent back an unclear letter to Harry.They were all downcast at the reply, thinking of Harry being stuck at his aunt's.Ron complained more than once why Professor Dumbledore didn't let Harry come.

Finally, the twin brothers invented the retractable ear. Put the flesh-colored thin rope end into the ear, and the other end in the shape of a small ear will move to the source of the sound with twists and turns. It is great for eavesdropping on meetings. up.They heard that some members of the Order of the Phoenix were following the exposed Death Eaters, keeping an eye on their whereabouts, as well as guard tasks, and following and protecting Harry at any time, which made Ron and Hermione more relieved.Sirius didn't take part in protecting Harry. He applied for a more dangerous task of monitoring Death Eaters, which made Amy want to sigh.

Harry's letters became more and more impatient, and Hermione and Ron became more and more uneasy. On this day, when they heard that Professor Dumbledore was coming to a meeting, they took turns to pay attention to the movement downstairs and wanted to talk to him about Harry again.

"Severus?" Amy called in surprise from the stairs.Dumbledore didn't expect to wait for Snape before he came.

"Good afternoon," said the professor in a relaxed voice, although his shoulders were a little stiff, which made Amy very happy.

"Oh, Professor Dumbledore," Amy went down the stairs and saw Professor Dumbledore following Snape.Amy greeted Professor Dumbledore with a smile and a little uneasiness.

"There is still a quarter of an hour before the meeting, Severus," Professor Dumbledore said jokingly. Amy felt her face was a little hot, but she still smiled happily.

"Professor Dumbledore, Ron and Hermione have something to tell you," Amy finally did not forget her mission.

"Ah, yes, I'll wait for them in the kitchen," Professor Dumbledore nodded to Amy and walked to the kitchen.

"I'll tell them first," Amy pointed upstairs, "Would you like a cup of tea? We packed up a small study room, which is on the second floor," Amy chattered, twisting her hands into a ball.

"Let's go," Snape's traveling cloak flashed in front of her eyes, and then her hand was held up. Amy's heart beat faster, and she smirked as she was pulled by the professor.

The professor was waiting for her on the landing on the second floor, and she hurried to the bedroom on the third floor where Hermione and the others were cleaning, "Professor Dumbledore is here," Amy gasped while holding the door frame.Hermione and Ron tossed the rag out.

"He's waiting for you in the kitchen." The three went downstairs, Ron leading the way, and Amy added at the end.

"Amy, won't you come?"

"Well, I have something to do." Amy stopped on the second floor. Ron turned his head and saw Professor Snape on the platform in horror.He didn't pay attention just now.

Then, "Ah--" stepped on the empty stairs, and Ron rolled and fell to the first-floor foyer.

"Brute! Bitches! Dirty and vile bastards! Bastards, freaks, ugly bastards, get out of here! How dare you defile my ancestral home—" screamed the portrait of Mrs. Black in the foyer,

Hermione didn't care about Ron, and hurried to draw the curtain to cover her.Suddenly, the portrait sound is gone.Amy looked at Snape in surprise, he was slowly retracting his wand.

"It's too noisy." The professor still cherishes words like gold, but this time he didn't make any sarcasm.

Amy happily leaned beside him and waved to Ron and Hermione. Ron limped unnaturally and followed Hermione to the kitchen.

"Cleaning is more fun than being at home?" The professor frowned slightly as he looked at Amy's disheveled hair and gaudy face.

"It can still be dealt with," Amy said shyly, "I didn't know you would come to the meeting today," Amy muttered and wiped her face, which turned darker.If she knew, she would slap herself.

"Nobody's in a hurry to live in the hell. Don't let Blake think of you as house-elves. You don't really think of yourself as house-elves, do you?"

"Oh, I know, I will pay attention to rest," Amy heard the professor's concern, "What do you like to eat? Will I prepare it next time? I have learned a lot from Mrs. Weasley!"

"There's nothing to like," said the professor dryly.

"Then let's try the ones I'm best at and see which one you like the most," Amy said cheerfully.

"That did take a little courage," said the professor cautiously.

"Hey--"

"But I won't say no."

That last sentence made Amy smile.She happily leaned next to the professor and watched him off to the meeting reluctantly.

Ron and Hermione then came up to join Amy.Hermione told Amy that Professor Dumbledore still hadn't changed his mind and insisted that Harry stay at his aunt's.Amy already knew, but Harry would be joining them soon, so she wasn't worried at all.

The author has something to say:

The author climbed up firmly and said that there is no pit... no pit... the main reason is that he doesn't know how to sprinkle sugar, crying professor is really hard to write