HP Disguise Magus

On Friday, Harry and the others watched Amy gradually change into Harry's appearance in an empty classroom.

"Cool—" Ron clapped his hands.Amy snorted her black hair proudly, messing it up even more.

"Uh," Harry pointed out hesitantly, "Basically, such an action would never happen to me."

Hermione and Ron laughed.Fake Harry and Real Amy winked mischievously as usual.Harry had a look on his face that he couldn't look directly at.

"Thanks a lot anyway," said Harry.

"You're welcome, you've said that a hundred times," Amy admired her dark green almond eyes in the mirror, "Harry, your eyes are so beautiful."

"Thanks, like my mother," Harry said casually.

"Oh, she must be pretty," said Amy.

"You can look at my mom and dad's photo album some other day, and Sirius!"

"Okay," Amy wished. "Are you going straight to the field? Quidditch?"

Speaking of this, Ron's relaxed posture began to become stiff.

"Yeah, Ron's going to be competing for the goalkeeper position," said Harry.

"Ron, come on!" Amy said.Hermione nodded too.

Then Harry and the others went first, and Ron was the last, and Amy found that he was a little nervous at the same time.

After a while, Amy also slipped out of the classroom and headed for Umbridge's office.

"Come in," said a delicate female voice.

This was Amy's first visit to Umbridge's office.Several large discs are hung on the rose-red wall, and each disc has a cat of different colors, walking around, or yawning, very cute.All the tables were covered with tablecloths, decorated with lace-like lace, and several vases were placed on the table tops, filled with various dried flowers.

At first glance, it looks like a girl's room.

But when a wrinkled, toadlike Umbridge walks up in his fiery red robes, it all turns into a horror movie.

Amy really shivered.

"Good evening, Mr. Potter." Umbridge didn't hide the malice in his eyes.

"Good evening." Amy said blankly.

Umbridge stared at her for a while, pointing to the pen and paper on the table, "I hope tonight's practice will help you remember better. Go ahead, Mr. Potter."

Amy was thankful she didn't check the back of her hand, she walked over as steadily as she could, took a deep breath, and then pretended to start writing sentences.Although the pain was blocked, the experience of cutting the flesh and blood still made Amy very uncomfortable, and even had a little hallucination of pain.She cursed Umbridge ten thousand times in her heart.

The sharp black quill rustled on the parchment, and when Amy stopped a little tired, a vicious look followed, and if Amy didn't continue immediately, there would be a disgustingly artificial cough voice came.

Amy didn't want to challenge Umbridge's patience, so she went on writing.But she was really disgusted, and the dinner turned into a stone in her stomach.

Until it was dark outside, Amy wrote dizzily, and finally pinched the quill pen almost mechanically.

"Oh, are you tired?" Amy's pale face pleased Umbridge, and she walked over with a waddle, "This is your punishment for spreading evil, mean, sensational lies, Potter! "She opened her toad-like mouth, and her slightly protruding eyeballs trembled. Amy felt that she was going to have a nightmare.

Amy was frightened and said nothing. "You can go." Umbridge stared at her for a while, then suddenly changed his face, smiled and said in a little girl's voice, "Good night."

Amy felt that if she didn't say good night, she might not be able to have a good night tonight. "Good night." She didn't speak all night, and her voice was a little low at first. Rich's office.

After walking out of the office and closing the door, Amy rested against the wall next to her.After writing all night, her right hand trembled slightly. It must be midnight now.she thinks.

The corridor was quiet, only the sound of his own footsteps could be heard.Amy walked to the stairs, and there was a long black shadow below the stairs.

She stopped, her heart raised.Amy drew out her wand and held it with her right hand. "Who's there?" she asked, raising her voice.

The black shadow paused, turned around and saw that it was the professor.

"Oh, Severus," Amy's heart fell into her stomach, seeing that the professor seemed to see a relative, she ran down and threw herself into the professor's arms.

Then got pushed away.

Amy was full of question marks.Um?

Eyes met, the professor's expression was really ugly, "Idiot! It seems that I don't have to ask if it's Potter or you?"

Only then did Amy remember that she was still Harry. "Sorry, I'll change back now."

"Wait." Severus folded his arms over his chest, looking down at her.

Amy looked at him suspiciously.

"That's it, I'll send you back to Gryffindor Tower." The professor looked away, not meeting Amy's eyes, and said helplessly. "Let's go,"

"You are so kind, Sev." Amy was moved, her dark green eyes welling with tears.

The professor glanced at her, then looked away again.

The two were walking side by side in the hallway.Amy raised her eyes to look at the professor, who was staring ahead, but a little absent-minded.

"Severus?" Amy called tentatively.

"Huh?" He turned his head and looked into Amy's eyes. He wondered if it was covered by the night, but his gaze was gentle. Even, this gentle gaze passed through Amy, and his mind wandered to an unknown place.

Amy was pierced by this gentle gaze, and her heart was cold.Professor, who do you think of?She lowered her head and blinked, restoring her blue eyes.

"What do you want to say?" the professor asked.

"It's nothing," Amy raised her eyes to meet the professor's. "It shouldn't matter if I change the eyes back."

The professor's eyes flashed, and his breath became a little cold, "It's okay."

The two were speechless all the way.

Approaching the gate of Gryffindor Tower, the professor stopped, "Hands," he said simply.

Amy firmly handed out her right hand.

The professor glanced at her, drew out his wand, and stroked it lightly along the scar.He muttered a mantra in a low voice.The newly cut scar on Amy's hand healed slowly, leaving no trace.

Amy was warm and soft inside, but angry.She had the urge to ask the professor, who were you looking through me just now?Who are you thinking about?But he didn't know where to start, so he could only sulk and glared at Snape.

The professor observed for a while, then said slowly, "So, Miss Amy, would you like to say good night?"

"Good night." Amy lowered her eyes and spit out two words.

The professor doesn't answer.Amy looked up at him strangely, and found that the professor was staring into her eyes. "What?" Amy asked.

"It's nothing," the professor said slowly, "Miss Amy seems unhappy."

Amy was even angrier.So you know it too?She stared at the professor without saying a word, staring.

The professor frowned slightly, "Could it be that I made Miss Amy angry?"

Amy snorted, ran to the portrait of the fat lady, said the password, and crawled back to the common room.