HP Disguise Magus

The news that ten Death Eaters were at large finally spread through the campus.Amy noticed that there were many more owls on the breakfast table than usual. Parents were nervous and anxious to tell their children to be safe, and the children also spread all kinds of gossip from the school to the wizarding family.They were more careful with their wording, for by now many people had sent word warning that Umbridge had withheld some of the letters, but no one had any proof.

The Tonks couple only sent Amy a simple safe letter, saying that everything was fine at home, and that Tonks visited them once at home, saying that Hogwarts was safe, and that Amy was allowed to stay at school. Stay well.Amy looked over and over, trying to feel Andromeda's emotions expressed under such a plain description.After all, her sister, one of the most vicious Death Eaters, was on the run.

"Did your parents receive any news?" Ron asked Amy curiously after Amy finished reading the letter.Harry and Hermione looked over too.Even some Gryffindor students were paying attention to the movement here.

"No, just to say goodbye." Amy said, "Does anyone think my mother will tell me that Bellatrix is ​​hiding in my house?" She swept the table, and many Gryffindor classmates moved away. Opened the line of sight.

"That's not what I meant," said Ron unexpectedly, anxious to defend himself.

"Of course I know," Amy said calmly, glancing around, "but it's a terrible feeling to be pointed at as a monster, Harry, I kind of understand how you feel."

Harry nodded sympathetically.Then I couldn't help laughing again.

Because Amy is one of the gossip again, the last time this happened was when her Boggart turned into Harry's corpse.This time the situation was even worse, because the students were not only gossiping, but also fearful.Some junior students saw Amy as if they saw Harry, and would run away or sneak away from the wall, which made her dumbfounded.

Rumor has it that Bellatrix, one of Voldemort's most vicious Death Eaters, was Amy's aunt.Like a mother, like a daughter, Amy is also a femme fatale Slytherin, just a disguise in Gryffindor.Just like Peter Pettigrew back then, although he was Gryffindor, he fell to Voldemort in the end and killed his best friend.Bellatrix was at the Tonks' house right now, and if anyone offended Amy, Bellatrix would kill the whole family.

"Well, as long as my dear Aunt Bella doesn't come and kill me." Amy said sarcastically, except for Hermione, other girls in the dormitory were careful with her, and some girls secretly went to Harry Saying this up front keeps Harry away from Amy.

"Why doesn't anyone gossip about Malfoy?" Amy gritted her teeth and looked at the Slytherin table and said, "He's Bellatrix's real cousin!"

"Because everyone already knows he's a badass," said Hermione, as Malfoy was lecturing at the Slytherin table, whose relaxed atmosphere was at odds with the other three Houses. "Without this cousin, everyone would go around him."

"Okay," Amy folded the letter and put it in her bag, and drank the milk. "It's time to go to the protection of magical creatures class."

The faces of several people became sad again.That meant they were going to meet that old hag Umbridge again.I've seen her in every Hagrid's class lately, smiling maliciously, pointing out Hagrid's innocuous little problems or making cynicism, which made Hagrid even more nervous in class.The Slytherins were still fueling the fire.

Amy and the others were very aggrieved, because if they confronted Umbridge in Hagrid's class, it would probably only make her more dissatisfied with Hagrid.Harry and Ron told Hermione and Amy that Umbridge was there for every Divination lesson, and that they were very upset that they had to put up with Umbridge so much longer than Hermione and Amy.

In any case, Umbridge was determined to get one of Hagrid and Professor Trelawney out of the way.Amy knew that it was Professor Trelawney who she drove away later. Although she had never attended a divination class, Umbridge's domineering appearance really made it impossible not to sympathize with Professor Trelawney.

"Although she's a big liar, it's too pathetic to be tortured every class," said Ron.Harry nodded too.Amy thought Harry and Ron's sympathy was rare.Because they had complained more than once over the years that Professor Trelawney was a big liar.

The teachers are also paying close attention to the escape of the Death Eaters. Umbridge issued another education order, prohibiting teachers from providing students with information that is not related to the course. kind.While the teachers assigned them heavy homework, they endured Umbridge resentfully. Amy felt that the school atmosphere was noisy and impetuous during this time.Time flies so fast, and it's already February.

In the morning, several of them walked to the first basement floor together, preparing to go to Potions class.

"It would be nice to go off campus and breathe the air without Umbridge," Ron sighed.They could visit Hogsmeade again this weekend, but Ron had to hurry up for Quidditch training.

"I'd love to play ball with you," Harry pouted, his gun still locked in Umbridge's office.Ron opened his mouth and said nothing.

"Are you going to Hogsmeade with us, Amy?" Hermione asked.

"I'm not going," Amy thought about going to the Room of Requirement one more time this weekend, and this time she was determined to use her luck potion, which might disguise her as a junior, she planned.Then it suddenly became apparent that the three of them were silent, and Hermione and Ron were winking and smirking.

"What?" Amy didn't know why.

"Er, um, nothing," said Ron looking skyward.Hermione looked at her with a smile.

"What's the matter?" Amy also felt a little funny, and Harry also looked confused.

"Hey, it's like this, Saturday is Valentine's Day, do you want to stay at school and spend it with someone." Hermione's eyes flickered with gossip.Ron giggled.Harry suddenly realized.

"Oh, you think so much," Amy looked at the gossip trio speechlessly. She really didn't expect it, but the more she thought about it, the more she blushed.This is her and the professor's first Valentine's Day...

"You guys are too bad," Amy complained. Potions class is about to start, so how can she concentrate on listening to the class? I'm afraid she won't be dreaming about the whole class. "Don't even think about the notes for this class."

"We still have Hermione," said Ron and Harry, grinning.Hermione also looked at Amy with a smile.

Amy glared at the three of them, and walked into the classroom first. After seeing the Slytherin students, the four of them stopped laughing and sat down in their usual seats to prepare for Potions class.

Just as Amy thought, she was in a trance throughout the class, thinking about what gift she should give the professor, wondering if the professor would give her a gift, and thinking about the professor's refusal to go to Hogg with her every time Maude, I don't know if there will be an exception this time. After a while, some unsuitable thoughts popped up in his mind, his face became more and more red, and he walked away from the sky without even noticing the professor's gaze.While Hermione had to take notes, she also had to be careful not to let Amy add the wrong potion ingredients, and she was exhausted throughout the class.

In the evening, Amy took Hermione's notes to the professor's office to prepare for remedial lessons.The professor snorted coldly when he saw the notes in her hand.

"Can I ask Miss Amy where she wandered around in my Potions class?"

Amy blushed again as she thought of all the thoughts that had come to her in class. "No, nothing." She cleared her throat.Started to make up her notes.

The professor was also at his desk going about his business.For a moment, the only sound in the room was the rustling of quills.Amy looked at the shorthand quill that was automatically copying notes, and at the professor who was flipping through the book.

"Severus?" she called softly.

"Say," the professor uttered a syllable without looking up.

"Would you like to go to Hogsmeade this weekend?" Come with me.Amy added silently in her heart.Valentine's Day hey.

"I'm afraid not." The professor put down the book and walked up to Amy. "With so many Death Eaters escaping, it is possible for the Dark Lord to send them to do anything." He squeezed his brows, "He is very suspicious, and may entrust the task to a few Death Eaters, and the other Death Eaters will not Will know, he never let us know all about his actions. I'm afraid he'll send men to Hogsmeade. I hope you don't either. That Bellatrix, she's a madman."

The professor spoke a long series of words, and his tone was very sincere. Amy was disappointed and knew that what he said made sense.

"Okay," Amy puffed her cheeks, "I know, I know," but she was wronged, and she didn't know if the professor knew that it was Valentine's Day, so she suddenly felt awkward and didn't want to tell him.If he didn't know he was dead.Amy thought bitterly.

The professor looked down carefully at her face, and Amy gave him a glare. "Don't use Legilimency."

"I won't," the professor was a little at a loss, trying to reassure her, and changed the subject, "Do you want to learn the Patronus Charm? We have almost learned the defensive spells, so we can try the Patronus Charm. That spell casts Came out beautifully."

"Okay," said Amy, recovering, standing up, "can you show me?" She thought of the professor's Patronus.

The professor was in a rare embarrassment.He stepped back and straightened up, saying, "Well, let's start with theory."

Amy looked at him a little disappointed.Wondering if his Patronus was still a doe, like Lily's.

"Uh," the professor cleared his throat, "the Patronus is something used to resist dementors, when you encounter a dementor attack, you can use the Patronus spell to summon it, it can protect you from dementors monster damage, and even drive away dementors."

"I know, I've seen Tonks' Patronus, a very cute hare. Professor, what does your Patronus look like?"

The professor got stuck for a while, talking about him from left to right. "The patron saint of every wizard looks different, and it has something to do with the wizard who summoned it."

"I know, but why?" Amy was dissatisfied.

The professor who usually taught various defensive spells was so eloquent, there was almost nothing he didn't know, but today's class seemed particularly difficult for him.

"Uh, because of this kind of spell, you need to concentrate on recalling happy memories, and rely on such happy memories to generate positive magic power, that is, the Patronus. The Patronus is a positive force, and what it represents is the dementor. Things to grab from humans, hope, happiness, the desire to live, etc., but it can't feel hopeless like a real person, so the dementors can't hurt it. Therefore, the Patronus can protect you."

"So, the Patronus is created by a person recalling happy memories." So Professor, is your hope, happiness, and desire to live all Lily?Always, always... Amy felt that every word of the professor's words pierced her heart.

"It's like this." The professor subconsciously crossed his hands on his chest.Seemingly aware of the question she was about to ask next, asking him what his happy memories were.

Amy looked at the professor's defensive posture and sighed in her heart. She was soft-hearted, "So what is this spell?" She stopped being aggressive and changed the subject.

The professor breathed a sigh of relief, and opened his hands, "This spell is said like this, call God to protect—"

Amy repeated, "Call God for protection,"

"Almost, let's do it again. Call God's Guardian——" Amy noticed that the professor's hand holding the wand was hanging down, probably because he was afraid of accidentally casting the Patronus while teaching. She really became more and more worried as she learned.

"Okay, the reading is good, you can try to raise the wand." The professor came over a little stiffly and reached out to lift Amy's arm, teaching her the gesture of waving the wand.

Amy couldn't help thinking of the scene when the professor taught her the Shattering Curse last time.He had her almost in his arms, her back against his chest, his left hand around her waist, his right wrapped tightly around her wand hand.He deliberately lowered his head and whispered in her ear, and the hot breath made her face flush... Pooh, she didn't miss it.

And now, he was at arm's length from her, holding her wrist, signaling the way she waved his wand.Professor, why are you so guilty?

The more Amy thought about it, the angrier she became, and she thought of the failed Hogsmeade Valentine's Day, and the dark history of seeing her miss someone else last time, and this other person is now the patron saint who is covering up and not letting her see, oh my god, This day can't be passed.

Amy broke away from the professor's hand, "Okay, let's learn here today," she said bluntly, "Goodbye."

The professor was waved away by her, and said in a rare voice, "Why are you angry again?"

Amy glared at him, and you asked knowingly, "You can continue to learn when you are willing to let me see your patron saint." She made up her mind this time, and she will never let it go like last time.

The professor pursed his lips, and unconsciously switched the wand to his left hand, "Then I'll take you back."

"No need," Amy waved her wand, and the professor took a step back in fear. Seeing him like this, Amy became even more angry. Could it be that she was afraid that she would cast a spell on him? She is not a tigress, "Clean up—— ", she just put away her pile of books, packed up and left.

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