HP Disguise Magus

"You actually got an A-?" Harry said in a very incredible tone, holding Ron's Potions homework. "And I—" He opened his homework, then closed it again, swallowing the second half of the sentence.

"What did you get?" Ron took back his homework and looked at Harry's, only to be pushed back by Harry.

Hermione also looked at Ron in surprise.Amy seemed to have guessed the reason, and pursed her lips into a smile.Ron and Amy looked at each other and grinned.

"You? We don't know what happened?" She Min asked suspiciously.

"I guess it's a small reward from Professor Snape." Amy blinked.

Ron told Harry and Hermione what had happened.Harry looked at Ron speechlessly.

"Well, it seems that I will be the only one who will suffer in Potions class from now on." Harry said sarcastically.In Potions class this week, Professor Snape was as mean as ever to Harry, coupled with Professor Umbridge's confinement, he had a very bad week.

"Tomorrow night is the selection of the Quidditch Keeper," Ron changed the subject. "Will Professor Umbridge grant you leave?"

"What do you think?" Harry frowned, and the three looked at him sympathetically.

"Oh, so that you don't have such a bad week, Harry," a thought flashed through her mind, "I'll go to detention for you!"

The three looked suspicious.Harry was the first to react, "Thanks, but no."

"Why?" Amy asked.

"Umbridge is a devil," Harry said simply.

Only then did Hermione and Ron realize, "Wow, Amy, can you pretend to be Harry?"

"I guess it will be a bit difficult, but you can try." Amy nodded to Hermione and Ron.She turned back to Harry, "Don't you want to go to Quidditch? Angelina should be very happy if you did."

"Yeah, I guess if I went, I wouldn't be the first Seeker to be killed by the eyes of a Quidditch captain." Harry said helplessly, "but I can't let you do it for me." confinement."

Under Amy's persistent eyes, he surrendered and said, "Look." He showed them the back of his right hand, a line of freshly healed bright red wounds was shocking.I can't lie.

Hermione let out a scream.

"The old hag!" said Ron angrily, waving his wand.

"I can't let you suffer like this for me, Amy, it really hurts." Harry shuddered.

"Oh, Harry," said Amy sympathetically, "maybe I can find a way, will you give me a moment?"

"Aren't you—" Ron looked at her suspiciously.

"Are you going to ask Professor Snape for a solution?" Hermione couldn't believe it.

Amy opened her mouth and said nothing, "Better not, Amy," Harry said in horror, "I don't want Snape to have another reason to hate me."

Ron chuckled.

Amy pulled a smirk at Harry. "Ha-ha. Not funny."

"Besides, if Snape knows, he'll probably be happy for me to suffer." Harry curled his lips.

"It's settled, then, Harry," said Amy firmly. "By the way, Severus is not that kind of person."

The trio made a vomit sound, protesting the sudden delivery of dog food.

Although the professor said that Amy could go to his office to ask questions, but Amy never went out of shyness or awkwardness.Just helping Harry gave her an excuse, so she justifiably disguised herself and took the Hogwarts kitchen sent to her by the house-elf Dobby (Harry summoned under Amy's "coercion") Chocolate cake, knocked on the professor's door.

Snape looked up to see Amy, narrowed his eyes, paused for a second or two and said, "Oh? It seems that Miss Amy finally knows the way to get here. It seems that she recognized her.

"I brought chocolate cake," Amy pretended not to hear the dissatisfaction in his tone.

Amy said her request to the professor eagerly, and the professor who just put the first bite of the chocolate cake into his mouth sipped the silver spoon. After a long time, he swallowed the cake without tasting it.

He put down the silver spoon, and pushed the chocolate cake in front of him to the corner of the table with one finger, showing a gesture of refusal, "So, you came to me to help Potter get out of confinement? And if I heard correctly , that Umbridge wants to slit the back of your hand?"

"Well," the chocolate cake melted in the mouth, Amy stopped reluctantly, "Yeah, so I want to ask you if you know the magic spell that can seal the pain, we learned it in the history of magic, ten In the witch-burning event in the fourth century, Muggles thought they could burn them to death if they caught witches, but in fact, some wizards like the feeling of being burned by flames, so they were caught deliberately, and then sealed the pain..."

Seeing the professor's face getting more and more gloomy, Amy stopped talking wisely. "What's the matter? Why are you unhappy again? Is it because the chocolate cake doesn't taste good?" Amy said jokingly, taking a big bite of the cake and putting it into her mouth.

The professor glared at Amy. "Miss Amy's feelings for Potter really moved me. Why did you seal up the pain? Wouldn't it be nice to let Potter feel Miss Amy's unforgettable love?"

Amy was a little choked, but suddenly a little happy. "So, Sev, are you jealous?"

The professor rolled his eyes.

Amy happily walked around the table to the professor. The chair the professor was sitting on was the size of a double chair. Amy blushed a little, and sat next to the professor.Although the professor immediately turned to the side of the chair, the distance between the two of them was still much closer.

"Speaking of which, why do you hate Harry so much? He's just a student and didn't offend you." Amy took the professor's spoon, scooped up a piece of cake and handed it to the professor's mouth.

The professor was really awkward. He reluctantly glanced at Amy, but the movement of taking the spoon to eat the cake was very smooth.

The professor's expression finally softened as he took the second scoop of cake. "Conceited, not paying attention in class, always violating school rules, I can count dozens of them."

"But it has nothing to do with you, does it? Why do you always have trouble with Harry? Last class, you cleaned up his potions and gave him a zero? Don't you think you are too naive?" Amy took another sip.

The professor didn't speak, as if absorbed in tasting the cake.

Amy sighed. "It's not easy for Harry, come to think of it, his parents died when he was so young, and his aunt's family treated him very badly," Amy said, watching the professor, who was completely still.

Amy went on, "He's kind, though, and you can see it in his eyes. I hope he's happier at Hogwarts."

The professor silently put down the silver spoon.Look into Amy's eyes.Amy looked at the professor gently.The professor looked away.

"I'm not interested in whether Potter is happy or not," said the professor firmly.

"At least don't target him, Sev," Amy grabbed the professor's arm, and the professor's posture suddenly stiffened, pretending that the arm being held was not his. "Also, tell me the spell to seal the pain!"

"Although it can seal the pain, there will still be a feeling of cutting the skin." The professor looked at Amy fixedly.

"Ah, my hairs are about to stand on end." What kind of weird feeling would that be, the feeling of nails on the glass?

"So, are you going to do this again?"

"Yes," Amy said firmly, straightening her back.

The professor continued to look at Amy with unpredictable eyes.Then, he slowly brought Amy's hand to his eyes, rubbing the back of her delicate hand with slightly rough fingers, and Amy's ears turned red.

"Here, there will be scars," he whispered.

"The scars are fine, they can disappear," Amy suddenly choked on her saliva.

The professor continued to knead her hand silently.Amy felt that her magic power was going to riot.

"It seems that you still like Potter." There was actually a bit of aggrieved tone in the professor's tone.

"He is my friend, and you, you are in my heart." Amy really blushed when she said this.

"Really?" The professor took her hand and gradually moved closer, the air between the two was squeezed aside.She froze on the spot, and then tasted the taste of chocolate in the other's mouth, rich and sweet.

Surrounded by the breath of the professor, the kiss was restrained but passionate. Amy felt like a witch being burned by black flames. Her whole body was warm and the itchy electric current came from the touched back to the Tianling Gai. No wonder there are wizards who love her. The feeling of being burned, such chaotic thoughts flashed in Amy's mind, and she made a faint nasal sound, like a wet little animal.

"It's time to be obedient," the professor said in a low voice as the two cuddled together unknowingly, "Isn't it usually very arrogant?"

Amy smiled and said nothing.The professor touched her forehead again with his lips, breathing between her brows, "It will really hurt to cut the back of your hand, Amy."

"I know," Amy said softly, "but you'll show me how it doesn't hurt, will you, Sev? Just for one night."

"Okay." He said sullenly. "Damn Potter. Guess I have another reason to embarrass him."

"So you admit that you are making things difficult for Harry?" Amy grasped the point of his words and broke free from the professor's arms.

The professor looked at her speechlessly.As if to say this is the point?

"Oh," said Amy, returning to the professor's arms, "go on. Seriously, stop embarrassing him, Sev."

"I'll give it a try."