HP Disguise Magus

In Potions class the next day, Amy stared at Snape fiercely, but he just had the ability not to look at Amy.He sneered at the Gryffindor students as usual, when Amy and Harry were at the same table, Hermione and Ron were at the same table when the potion was brewed in groups, Neville burned his cauldron again, counting this is already the first time Six years old, Snape mercilessly fined Neville to stay in school and work.After class, Amy wanted to catch up, but Snape's clothes quickly disappeared at the door of the classroom.

Neville was about to break down when he returned to the common room, and Snape told him to disembowel a vat of horned toads.Hermione taught Neville to say an Unscaling Charm to gut the toad from between his fingers.Amy and Ron Harry looked on.

"It's strange," Harry said, "Snape didn't turn to our table today, thank God, otherwise I'd show him my potion and I'd be like Neville by now."

Amy listened sullenly. "Coward," she muttered.

She let the prince out without hope, but the little owl flew back just as dejected as last time.

"Amy, you and your friend—" Ron asked cautiously.

"I heard from Ron," Hermione said sympathetically, "Is there some misunderstanding? I believe it's a kind of blocking spell, which can block owl letters that I don't want to receive..."

"It's okay," Amy smiled at them. "I can handle it."

Thursday afternoon's Defense Against the Dark Arts class finally arrived, and Harry and Ron couldn't be more excited.Amy didn't care because she knew this Moody was a Death Eater impostor.Hermione and Harry Ron, Neville sat in the first row of seats, Amy sat in the third row, with Dean Thomas and the others.She didn't want to be that close to Moody.

Moody showed the three Unforgivable Curses to the students, and when Avada Kedavra flashed in front of her eyes, Amy felt her hairs stand on end.

Moody said, "Unpleasantly, there is no cure. There is no way to resist it. As far as anyone knows, there is only one person who has escaped this spell, and he is sitting in front of me at this moment." , all staring at Harry.

The whole class was watching him too, and Amy saw Harry's stiff shoulders.

After dinner, Hermione went to the library, Harry and Ron went to the lounge, Amy was determined to block Snape, she saw Snape was still eating, so she went to wait at the door of the Potions classroom, next to him It was Snape's office.Finally, this time she met Snape at the door.

"How long do you want to hide?" Amy walked to the door of his office and asked coldly.

Snape looked up to see her, pursed his lips, then he took out his wand, Amy's eyes widened in disbelief, he waved his wand, Amy immediately flew away from the door, Snape didn't say a word She quickly entered the office, and the door slammed shut in front of her.

Amy felt powerless all of a sudden. She walked slowly to the door of Snape's office. These few steps seemed to be hundreds of meters away. She leaned against the door and walked away silently after a while.

When Amy returned to the lounge, she saw Harry and the others surrounding the table. She walked over and saw a box on the table.

"Amy," Hermione saw her eyes light up, "Look," she handed Amy a badge.It says SPEW.

"Well, what's this?" Amy asked.

"The House-Elf Rights Promotion Association, I just founded," said Hermione excitedly, "to improve the rights of house-elves, Amy, can you imagine? They are simply slave labor in the wizarding world!"

"Relax, Hermione," Ron shook his head desperately at Amy behind Hermione to signal her refusal, and Amy smiled, "Of course, but I suggest that we improve the words on the badge so that it can attract more people." join in."

Ron groaned and flung himself on the table, while Harry couldn't laugh or cry.Hermione gleefully handed Amy a badge, "A membership dues of two Sickles, Amy, Ron is our treasurer," she gave Ron a hard look, as if he would change him if he dared to refuse. Become a house elf.

"Yes, Amy, give it to me," said Ron sullenly, "I feel like a house-elf now."

It was another Monday, and students from various colleges went to the restaurant to eat as usual, and the owl mail arrived halfway, and everyone was busy receiving their letters and packages.But some sharp-eyed students saw a big owl flying towards the teaching staff with a big red envelope in its mouth.

"Look, look," said the Gryffindor classmates, pointing to the owl, and Harry and Ron turned their heads to look.Amy drank her cereal calmly.

There was a gasp from the dining room, "Snape, Snape," said Ron horrified. "Snape received a Howler letter!" Amy also turned her head away.Just in time to see Snape's face wrinkle, his lips drawn into a line.

"I heard something," Ron said gloatingly, and Hermione couldn't care less about Ron.At this moment, it seemed that all eyes were on Snape, and even Professor Dumbledore stopped breakfast and turned to look.

Snape stared at the envelope, which had started to smoke from its corners, and Professor Flitwick, who was sitting next to him, seemed to be urging him to open it quickly.Then, a loud, angry voice filled the auditorium.

"World's most cowardly idiot! Severus Snape! Your head is the size of a Flobberworm and can only handle one thing at a time! Go! Everything you want! "

The audience was silent for a while, and then a more enthusiastic buzz sounded in the auditorium.Snape kept his head down, and Amy turned her head indifferently and continued to drink her cereal.

"Sounds like a woman's voice," said Harry, frowning. "It's too loud and distorted."

"Come on, Harry, it's not someone we know, and you don't know who it is, even if it's true." Ron knocked down a stack of toast excitedly, "Ron—" Hermione complained.

"I bet it was that girl from the Quidditch game," Ron said gloatingly. "It's only been a little over a month, and Snape is really unbearable."

The Gryffindor next to him was very interested in hearing what Ron said and asked, and Ron excitedly spread the news about the Quidditch game.

"Ron, you have to be careful," Amy said coolly, "be careful not to hear Snape's ears, I guess you'll have to stay in school for a semester..."

Ron's smile froze after hearing Amy's words, he looked at Snape guilty, and then concentrated on eating his omelette toast.

This incident seemed to spread quickly throughout the four colleges, and everyone forgot about the Triwizard Tournament, discussing who sent Snape the shouting letter enthusiastically but in low voices, as if everyone knew that Snape Nep took a witch to the Quidditch World Cup, and the rumor escalated several versions.Others said that Snape already had an illegitimate child... Even Sirius wrote to Harry to inquire, leaving Harry speechless, so he had to write a long letter to satisfy his godfather's desire to gossip.Every time Ron heard these discussions, he walked with Harry, Hermione and Amy with a guilty conscience. By the time the whole school was discussing, he was about to cry.

"Harry, Snape won't know I said it," Ron said in horror in the common room. "I dare not go to Potions class!"

"Don't be guilty, Ron," Hermione said sarcastically, "I heard that Snape has imprisoned more than a dozen people. He probably didn't know it was you, otherwise you would have become one of them."

Amy listened nonchalantly.Her little prince owl is bouncing around.

In the blink of an eye, it was Potions class again, and Amy saw Snape's gloomy face, bullying the Gryffindor students even harder. The confinement of the Slytherin girls, "Since you are so free, why not come and be Filch's assistants," he said coldly in class.Then the whole class was very orderly and quiet.

In the next few classes, Snape began to patrol in front of Amy and their potions, treating them equally, "I thought this would cover up my guilt", Amy thought angrily.But she didn't make any mistakes in Potions class. After all, there is still a disguised Death Eater on campus, and there will be more dangerous factors in the future.

In fact, Amy now spends a lot of time in the library, concentrating on her studies.This semester, the professors of each class gave them extra homework. Although Amy has already learned the Flying Curse, Harry and the others are very envious of Amy’s ability to do a lot less homework for the Charms class, but the other courses are also very difficult. .

Professor Moody was going to give them the Imperius Curse in turn, let them experience it for themselves and see if they could resist it, "It takes a firm will!" Moody shouted, startling everyone.He asked the students to practice after class.

Professor McGonagall also assigned them a lot of homework. Amy felt that she had been asking them according to the OWLs standard, which made their homework difficult, but Amy was at ease, because as long as she followed the professor's requirements, her There was no need to worry too much about the ordinary wizard level exams, so she wrote down all her homework without any complaints and took the time to practice.

Professor Binns, the ghost who taught them the history of magic, assigned them this week to write a dissertation on goblin rebellions in the eighteenth century.Professor Snape forced them to research the antidote.They're not taking it lightly, as Professor Snape has hinted that he'll be poisoning one of them before Christmas to see if their cure works.

Even Hagrid gave them homework, the snails grew so fast, Hagrid was so happy that as part of the "project", he suggested that they go to his hut every other day to observe the snails and record them unusual behavior.

"I'm not going," Draco Malfoy said unequivocally when Hagrid made the suggestion with the look of Santa Claus pulling an oversized toy from his pocket, "I've seen enough of these nasty things in class." Thank you." The smile faded from Hagrid's face. "Do as I say," he snarled, "or I'll be like Professor Moody...I hear you'd be fine as a ferret, Malfoy." The Gryffindors roared laugh.Malfoy blushed, but he clearly remembered Moody punishing him so vividly that he didn't dare to talk back.

Seeing that Hagrid hit Malfoy's arrogance, Amy and the others felt very happy.Amy likes protecting magical creatures very much. She feels that this is a bit like Muggle animal research, so she decided to spare more time to study with Hagrid. She has also read a lot of books about magical creatures. Maybe you can ask questions Hagrid, Amy thought.

"Hi, Amy," said Amy, who was writing her goblin rebellion essay in the library on the weekend, scribbling with her Quick Quill next to the contents of the library book, curling her hair boredly.She looked up and saw it was Cedric Diggory.

"Hi, Cedric," Amy said with a smile.

"Well, a lot of homework, isn't it?" He held a large stack of books and looked at Amy's quill.

"Yeah, you too?" Amy pointed curiously at the book in his hand.

"It's not school work," he said sheepishly,

"Oh, are you going to participate in the Triwizard Tournament?" Amy wondered.

"Yes, would you like to wish me luck?" He smiled nervously, "I may not be chosen yet."

"Good luck!" Amy said sincerely.Cedric did need a little luck this school year.

"Thanks, that won't bother you," Cedric said with a broad smile, pointing to his group of friends in the distance.

"Okay, bye." Amy smiled as she watched him join his friend.