HP Disguise Magus

Spirits were high for the next fortnight, especially Harry, who was thrilled to be able to stand up to Umbridge right under her nose.

On this day, after the Protection of Fantastic Beasts class, Professor Graplan was still the substitute, but Hagrid still didn't show up. In the humid air, several people walked back from the field.

"Guys, I probably won't be able to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts with you," Amy said in a calm tone, seeing that there was no one around, especially no Slytherins.

"What?" said Hermione. "Why?"

"Well, Severus offered that I could learn from him..." Amy blushed more and more as she spoke.As soon as she recalled the situation that day, she blushed and her heart beat.Swearing to Merlin wasn't her request to the professor.

Harry almost tripped over the grass under his feet, and he grabbed Ron's arm to stabilize his figure, "Oops", Ron, "Snape knows? How did he know?" Did you know? Amy, you told him? Hermione, didn't you say you would guarantee that no one would leak the secrets?" He said in horror, that Snape knew that he violated the school rules and would hand him over to Umbridge to chop him up.Like a cannonball, look at Amy and look at Hermione.

Hermione pursed her lips and stared at Amy sharply, "I don't know, Harry, I'm 90.00% sure of my magic, but when I meet a master of magic like Professor Snape, I don't know what to do. Is it possible, Amy, that you told Professor Snape?"

"No, no, your magic works, Hermione, at least I didn't leak the secret," Amy quickly explained, "Severus knew about it from Professor Dumbledore."

"What?" The trio yelled even more in unison.It made the students who were walking in front look back at what happened.

"Professor Dumbledore knows too?" Harry asked in a low voice.

"Can you calm down?" Amy was speechless. Although she was a little surprised when she heard it from the professor, her reaction was not so big. "Do you think Sirius will hide from Dumbledore?" Amy lowered "It's about Harry, after all."

"What does that have to do with me," Harry said unconvinced.

"Come on, buddy," Ron said, arching Harry. "They still have people following you. Dumbledore treats you differently."

"He hasn't talked to me alone all semester," Harry blurted out, looking genuinely resentful.

Hermione and Amy looked at each other and smiled, "Maybe Professor Dumbledore is busy? You can try to find him." Hermione calmed down and said, "Oh, Dumbledore didn't stop us, does that mean he acquiesced? "She looked at Ron for help.

"I, I don't know," Ron waved his hand, "I guess it would be a good thing for us to learn more defensive skills."

"Yeah yeah," murmured Hermione, looking at the misty jungle in the distance.

The humid air hit Amy's slightly hot cheeks. She was glad that the three of them didn't delve into it, and she didn't expect the professor to ask her. She didn't know if the professor took the initiative to ask.

When they arrived at the auditorium for dinner, the trio calmed down. Angelina, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, rushed to Harry's side like a gust of wind, holding a large piece of parchment in her hand.Ron's face suddenly paled beside him.

Hermione and Amy watched for a while, "Oh, I guess we'll have to stop for a few classes," said Hermione, cutting herself a steak.

"Why?" Amy took a big mouthful of onion soup.

"Quidditch is coming. Looking at the training form, it looks like Angelina wants them to practice every day." Hermione shrugged, she had never been interested in Quidditch.

"Wow, come on, Gryffindor." Amy muttered.

After the No. 24 education order, Umbridge has never passed the reorganization of the Gryffindor team. Angelina was about to cry, because the old hag passed the Slytherin team's reorganization request immediately.The Slytherin team occupies the field for training every day, and the arrogant look is really disgusting.Finally, probably Professor McGonagall asked Professor Dumbledore or something, the Gryffindor team finally got permission.

This incident made Gryffindor dislike Umbridge and Slytherin even more.Everyone held back their energy to hang and beat Slytherin in the game, so as to vent their anger.Moreover, Quidditch was not held last year because of the Triwizard Tournament, and everyone is currently looking forward to the Quidditch game.

The match hadn't started yet, and there was already a lot of sex between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

Amy joined the "Protecting the Gryffindor Team" team, which was spontaneously organized by the Gryffindor classmates to protect the team members from Slytherin's tricks.Every Gryffindor player is protected by at least two team members.It turned out that their squad was really necessary, and Amy lost count of the number of times Slytherin students tried to attack the Gryffindor team members in the corridors or the library or the bathroom. Of course, it was Ece who ended up in the school hospital. There are many people in Leitlin.

"Can't you make the Slytherins calm down a bit?" Amy asked as she worked on her homework in the professor's office.She knew that the professor was naive, but the professor became even more naive when she knew he was naive.For example, in this Quidditch match, as a dignified professor, he should not overly protect Slytherin.

"They didn't do anything wrong," the professor said slowly, as usual. "Any questions?"

"If you pay attention, you have locked up more than 20 Gryffindor students for no reason." Amy said sarcastically.

"About ten Slytherins ended up in the hospital," said the professor. "Both parties are at fault."

"If the Slytherin students don't make trouble, Gryffindor won't fight back," Amy said unconvinced.

"That's not necessarily the case, why didn't the Gryffindors pick things up first?"

"You asked knowingly. There were a dozen witnesses from the three colleges, and they all testified that it was Warrington who cast a spell on Alia. It was in the library, but you turned a blind eye."

"Well, it's just a friction between the students, everyone wants the Quidditch trophy."

"However, the game should be fought with strength in an open and honest way. Isn't it more fun to fight with all your strength?" Isn't sportsmanship right?

The professor walked up to her and lowered himself, forcing Amy to lean back in her chair. "Little girl, this is Slytherin. Slytherin only cares about the result, not the process." He stared at Amy word by word and said, "We can use all means, as long as the result is what we want, then That's it, the rest is irrelevant."

"Wow, you mean you too?" Amy's voice trembled slightly.She realized that the person in front of her was a Slytherin with profound magic.

"Obviously." The professor straightened up and folded his arms, "Do you know what kind of person is in front of you? If you are afraid, it is too late to leave now."

"I knew you were so childish, Professor," said Amy not to be outdone, "I just sometimes wish you could set some good examples for Slytherins."

"Really? Slytherins can only do their own way." Professor Snape turned and sat back in his seat.

"Okay." Amy sighed.

However, Amy also has her tricks.No, if she didn't notice, she was brought down. I don't know which Slytherin's spell she was under. She couldn't speak when she opened her mouth, and she could only spit out bubbles. Madam Pomfrey said that she was probably In an unsuccessful bubble head curse.

"It doesn't matter, you just need to stay in the school hospital for one night," Madam Pomfrey said briskly.

Amy responded by spitting out two bubbles.

"Well, this is pretty cute, isn't it?" Madam Pomfrey was still in the mood to joke.Amy lay down on the bed depressed, very bored, hoping someone could come and see her.

She made gestures, making it difficult for Madam Pomfrey to understand her meaning.

"This is the school hospital, not a party." Madam Pomfrey changed her face in a second. "Fortunately, you have already had dinner, witch, otherwise you will be hungry all night. Remember, only drink water! Otherwise, I don't know how long you will stay here."

Amy could only vomit two more bubbles pitifully.

"Have a good rest." Madam Pomfrey closed the bed curtain for her, and left briskly.

Amy looked at the ceiling boredly, vomited bubbles for herself, and missed mobile phones, the Internet, and so on.

If you stay in a daze for a long time, you will probably become really sluggish.Anyway, when someone opened the bed curtain, she didn't react.

She turned her head, and as expected, the professor came.

"I brought you a piece of fruitcake." The professor waved his magic wand, and a silver tray appeared in the air, on which there was a delicious-looking Eaton Max.

Amy refrained from swallowing, because she was worried that swallowing the saliva would swallow the bubbles into her stomach, so she could only point to her throat and spit out two bubbles, signaling to the professor that she could neither speak nor speak at the moment. eat.

"Who is it?" the professor said coldly, "The writing appears. Like this, take your wand and write in the air." He gestured.

Amy was speechless.Professor, teaching spells in the school hospital right now?Are you not afraid of being kicked out by Madam Pomfrey?

Another problem is that Amy raises her wand and opens her mouth to spit bubbles instead of spells.

Now it was the professor's turn to be speechless.With a flick of his wand, a quill and parchment fluttered into Amy's hands. "Who put a spell on you? Put yourself in it for a ball game? What about those Gryffindor bastards?"

"I don't know," wrote Amy, who really didn't know, "it's a mess, lots of people, Gryffindors and Slytherins. False fire is possible. But, Sev, I don't want you Investigate or punish any of them. The students are the students. It's just that I don't want you to be involved." Amy handed the parchment to the professor and gave him a sincere look.

After the professor finished reading the words on the paper, the atmosphere around him became even colder.

Amy took the parchment again, "If you go to ask, it is inevitable that someone with a heart will notice that we cannot bear the possibility of the slightest word reaching Voldemort's ears. Sev, please. I'm fine, and there will be no problem tomorrow It's gone." Amy gurgled and spat out two more bubbles.

"It's all right? You are only short of a tail to be with the mermaid. Take a good rest. I'm leaving." The professor said angrily.

"Thank you for coming to see me," Amy clapped her hands together, showing her first smiling face of the evening.

The professor approached suddenly and squeezed her face.Amy's eyes widened, and she unconsciously spit out two bubbles, which looked like a frightened fish.

The professor snorted, flicked his black robe, and left quietly.