HP Disguise Magus

The next night, after Amy disguised herself as Harry, she came to the professor's office a little awkwardly.The professor just gave her a deep look, then summoned a house-elf to deliver the medicine to Umbridge.

"So, how did you tell Harry and me apart?" Amy simply turned over the professor's memory of Bai Yueguang (after all, she was timid and didn't dare to ask), and she sat down across the desk, where the professor worked. The parchment roll homework on the table, the ink bottle, etc. thoughtfully jumped aside, so as not to block her sight.

"Potter sees me like a mouse sees a cat," Professor Snape pulled out a roll of homework, glanced at her and said, "and you, it's just the opposite."

"I don't dare to provoke such a powerful Slytherin rat," Amy blinked. "Severus, did you really do Umbridge's illness?"

The professor rolled out the parchment roll, brushed it with a quill brush, made a big cross, and seemed to be in a good mood, "Who told you, Miss Curiosity, is there any evidence?"

"They all said that," Amy watched the professor's scribbling, but her expression became more and more cheerful.

"Who said?" The professor looked up at her.

Amy immediately thought of the poor trio, "No one, why do you have to know who it is, do you want to avenge yourself?"

"Pay attention to your words, Miss Tonks," the professor leaned over and tapped the tip of her nose with a quill. Amy's face turned red, and he sat back satisfied, took out another roll, and swiped. cross.

"Tell me, please, Sev." While blushing, Amy acted coquettishly and pinched the professor's quill.

"Well, it's just a little potion." The professor paused and glanced at her, "Someone should know who not to mess with." He lowered his head and continued to grade the paper assignment.

Amy felt her face continue to burn, and Hermione's smiling face lingered in her mind, "You mean Harry, Professor?"

Professor Quill stopped, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, "You want me to throw you out of my office, don't you? Miss Amy? Did you get kicked in the head by a troll or do you often turn into Potter? It looks like the brain is also affected?"

"You're really mean sometimes, you know that, Sev?" Amy leaned back in the chair, her mouth turned up, feeling like she was masochistic.

"Yes," the professor looked at her calmly, "then do you know that you are really annoying sometimes?"

"No, I've always been cute, everyone loves me." Amy said rascally. "Uh, by the way, Professor, is this the homework for Potions class last time?" Amy worriedly watched Snape pull out the rolls one by one, brushing and punching.Suddenly worried about my grades.

"Yes, and it belongs to Gryffindor." The professor waved the quill gracefully and cruelly, "My jokes are complete, every time. Look at this, stir 7 times, first 3 times clockwise, then 4 times counterclockwise, I really hope that the moderator can be mixed and poured into his mouth according to this mixing method," the professor draws a big cross fiercely while drawing a long voice, "I'm really curious about the effect." He snorted, Throw the homework into a pile of homework that has already been cleared.

Amy shivered.She touched the sugar bowl at the foot of the table, which was prepared when she first came to school last time, and she was going to eat some candy to calm her shock.Huh?It's half empty?Amy took out one, saw that it was Honeydukes' toffee, and stuffed it into her mouth. "We're going to Hogsmeade on the first weekend in October, Professor, do you want to go with us?"

The professor put down the quill and glanced at the sugar bowl.

Amy understood, took a grain out of the jar and handed it to the professor.

"Hogsmeade is a town of pure wizards, and you have no way of knowing which wizards are behind the Ministry of Magic or worse, the Dark Lord." Professor Snape said softly, his black eyes fixed on Amy, "I want to go , but sorry."

"No, it's okay," Amy explained eagerly, unable to stand the professor's sudden seriousness. "I'm just asking, it's okay not to go, no, I want to go with you, but it doesn't matter if you don't go."

"Okay." The professor said softly.He tapped his wand, and a tray appeared beside the table with two teacups and a teapot on it.The teapot automatically filled two cups, and the professor pushed one to Amy.For a moment, the aroma of tea overflowed between the two of them.

"Can I get a better score?" Amy asked abruptly.

The professor took a sip of tea, "You will know next Monday." Feeling Amy's angry gaze, the professor was unmoved.

The rest of the day was uneventful, barring the fact that Umbridge was back.In class, as always, she kept the students reading and didn't give them any chance to wave their magic wand.In addition, she stared at Harry even more viciously, but Harry was someone who had seen Voldemort and the big scene, and he could face Umbridge calmly with ease.

On the first weekend to Hogsmeade Village, the Defense Against the Dark Arts study group planned by Hermione was also set up in the Pig's Head Bar as Amy expected.Cedric and Cho Chang also showed up. Harry was surprised, but most of them seemed to be surprised that Cedric would also attend. After all, he was in his last year of school and was about to graduate.

"It's good to learn more things." Cedric and Harry shook their fists. "Not to mention, your Defense Against the Dark Arts level is very high. I have already seen part of it in the Triwizard Tournament."

Harry was embarrassed.

What Amy didn't expect was that they met Sirius in the Pig's Head Bar.

After everyone left in twos and threes, a figure in a hood and a large cloak who had been sitting in front of the bar suddenly jumped over, startling them.

"Big surprise!" Sirius yelled, the glass that the bar owner was wiping in his hand slipped and fell to the ground, and he angrily threw the rag at the back of Sirius' head.Ron slid off the stool in horror.

"Why are you here?" Hermione screamed, still in shock.

"As you can see," Sirius greeted them chicly with the flame whiskey in his hand, "I have a surprise for you."

The four looked at him speechlessly.

"Okay, keep an eye on you guys. I have to tell the truth, how ugly it is to say that." Sirius said pretending to be troubled, but he couldn't hide the smile on the corners of his eyes and brows.

"Why are people still following me?" Harry said angrily.I probably remembered the discomfort of being followed during the summer vacation.

"Well, let's go out and talk," Sirius casually glanced at the bar.Several people left the bar in good faith.

"Why did you come out?" Hermione asked puzzled.

"It's easy to be overheard inside, Hermione," Sirius said briskly, "How do you know who's inside? You should be more careful in choosing the meeting place."

"Oh," Hermione looked back anxiously, "I chose this place because the Three Broomsticks were too crowded and noisy."

"That's not easy to eavesdrop." Sirius was amused.

"Well, why are you here? Sirius?" Harry was still asking.

"I'll give you a surprise, I won't miss me when school starts," Sirius said pretending to be sad, "Dumbledore said that there is such a job, so I'll switch over and have a little gathering with you." He winked mischievously.

"So what were you doing before you changed?" Amy asked.

"I can't tell you," Sirius said with a smile, leading them to the Three Broomsticks. "It will scare you."

Harry and Ron curled their lips dissatisfied.

"So, where's Hagrid? He hasn't come back to teach yet." Harry asked the second question.

"Well, I can't answer that question either." Sirius grinned apologetically.He kindly brought them new drinks.

Harry stared at his godfather.It was hard for Harry to believe that he behaved so well now.

"Well, it's really different from before. I actually learned to be obedient." Harry sarcastically said.

Sirius laughed like a wolf with a big tail. "I want to set an example for you, Harry." Harry responded with a flying kick.

"Well," said Hermione, looking from Harry to Sirius, "is everything going well, Sirius? How is everyone?"

"Hello everyone," Sirius shrugged, "Things are not going badly, and generally speaking, it's okay."

"Is Voldemort still looking for that weapon?" Harry asked in a low voice.The four little guys all lay down on the table, looking at Sirius eagerly.

"Yes," Sirius also leaned down, "but it doesn't matter, everyone is guarding in turn." He closed his mouth vigilantly, but the expressions of the four were somewhat clear.

"What?" asked Ron. "Oh, tell us, do we have that thing?"

"If it's in our hands it can be hidden, Ron," said Hermione sharply. "Sirius, the weapon can't move, can it?"

"Is Hagrid also on guard duty?" Harry asked eagerly, "Is he all right?"

"Hagrid should be fine. He went on Dumbledore's mission. I can't tell you any more. Knowing too much is not good for you." Sirius said solemnly.

"So, it's two different jobs," Harry concluded.Sirius blinked and refused to say another word.

"So," Hermione rolled her eyes, "about Umbridge, what was the Ministry thinking about sending her here?"

"As you speculated, Hermione, I'm worried that Dumbledore will build an army to overthrow him."

"The Ministry of Magic can't be so stupid."

"Hmm, the Ministry of Magic has always been stupid. About your Defense Against the Dark Arts team," said Sirius brightly, "is there anything I can do to help?"

Hermione and Harry looked at each other, and they couldn't wait to chat about various defensive spells.

The happy time flew by, and Harry was so busy fighting with his godfather that he forgot to tell him that his scar was hurting again.

The party ended with Sirius stuffing each of them another bag full of Honeydukes.He sent them back to school, gleefully wishing their Defense Against the Dark Arts team the best of luck.Harry hadn't been this happy for a long time, temporarily forgetting that his godfather refused to tell them about the mission of the Order of the Phoenix, and hugged his godfather tightly at the school gate.Then I watched Sirius Apparate with Amy and the others in embarrassment and left.

"That's great, isn't it?" Harry had now fully accepted the Defense Against the Dark Arts team. "It's too short a time or we'll have to listen to Sirius again about fighting the Death Eaters."

"Yeah yeah," Hermione said casually, "we've got to think about where we're going to meet, Harry. That's important."

"No problem, Hermione," Ron muttered, stuffing a chocolate frog into his mouth.

Holding the candy, Amy wondered if she told the professor that it was bought by Sirius, would he still eat it...