HP Disguise Magus

On Wednesday night, Amy pushed open the door of the professor's office thoughtfully, and then looked at Harry.

"Oh, there's an Occlumency class tonight, isn't there?" Amy was a little embarrassed. Harry had already had an Occlumency class on Monday night, and she thought there was only one class a week.

"Uh, there's one more class today, maybe another day..." Harry was at a loss, and then seemed to be a little thankful at the thought of skipping a class.

Amy pursed her lips at him and glanced at the professor, who was turning his back to them, intently using his wand to draw the silver gleaming filament from his temple and put it into the Pensieve.

"Good evening, Severus, what is this?" Amy approached the stone basin curiously, and the silver substance inside was slowly spinning and glowing.

The professor carefully put the memory into the basin, then turned around and said, "This is the Pensieve. Also, maybe I'm the teacher, Potter, and it's my job to arrange the lessons."

"So," said Amy, looking from the professor to Harry, "do I bother you here?"

"Possibly," the professor stood stiffly, running his fingers over the tip of his wand, "if Potter's poor pride can't take it."

"I'm fine," Harry retorted, meeting the professor's icy stare.

"Go ahead," Amy laughed, and slipped to sit behind the professor's desk, leaving the space in front of the desk for the teacher and the student. "Please ignore me!"

The professor snorted and raised his wand, "Potter, are you ready? Let's see how you did last lesson? Legilimency!"

Harry's eyes suddenly became scattered, and his hands were clenched tightly unconsciously, "Ah——" With a bang, he fell to his knees in pain and put his hands on the ground.Amy couldn't bear to watch it.

"Stand up," snapped Snape. "It appears you haven't practiced as I've told you, Potter, and get rid of your feelings!"

"I know!" Harry roared, getting up, staggering to his feet, "but it was hard!"

"Concentrate and resist me with your brain!" the professor said threateningly, "Do it again! Prepare! Legilimency!"

Harry fell to the ground again, gasping for breath, and Amy saw big drops of cold sweat roll down the side of his brow.

The professor seemed to sense the sight behind him, turned around suddenly, and met Amy's eyes. Amy held up her wand dumbfounded, and the professor's face twisted for a moment.Professor, is your teaching method too rough?

"So," the professor ignored Harry lying on the ground, and moved the Pensieve to the side where Amy usually studied, and Amy caught the professor's gaze and mouthed desperately, "Be friendly! Be friendly!" Think about how you, Professor, taught me the Obstacle Curse step by step, from the gesture of waving the wand to the tone of the incantation.The difference in treatment was so great that Amy couldn't bear to face Harry.

The professor frowned, looked at her, and then turned to look at Harry standing up against the wall. Amy was blowing her beard and staring, shaking her head and wiping her neck.The professor turned reluctantly and coughed.

"Potter," the professor waved his wand, and a piece of parchment appeared out of thin air, "Go to the table over there, and write down the main points of the Occlumency I said, it seems that you, a troll, can't keep things in your brain , can only be written down on paper.”

Harry gave him an angry look.

"I hope you can improve a bit, Potter," the professor said sarcastically, "maybe next time you complain to your parents, I can say something nice about you."

"What?" Amy didn't know why, and Harry's face suddenly turned red.

"Yes, Baby Potter told his dog godfather about the abuse he received at my place the day before yesterday." Seeing Harry's reaction, the professor seemed to be a little relieved, "It caused a burst of barking. Potter! There is Let your dog godfather tell Dumbledore, do you think it would be a pleasure for me to sacrifice my personal time every night?" The professor glanced at Amy, and Amy blushed.

Harry gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"Can I write it too?" Amy interrupted the tension between the two. Although she didn't want to learn this Occlumency, at least she could help Harry supplement his knowledge, "Professor Severus, We're ready!"

Hearing this address, Snape reluctantly conjured up another armchair, "Both of you, sit at that table!" He carefully moved the Pensieve back to his desk, commanding Harry Leigh and Amy went to the table where Amy usually stayed, and the table automatically became the length to accommodate two students.

Harry looked relieved, and smiled weakly at Amy.

In the following time, Amy and Harry desperately memorized the main points of Occlumency. At 9:[-] in the evening, the two finally finished memorizing all the knowledge points and were allowed to leave the professor's office.

"Remember?" Amy and Harry chatted as they walked back.

"Almost, I might have to think about it again when I go back." Harry said distressedly.

"It's okay, Hermione and I will help you." Amy smiled.Two people walked up the stairs from the basement level.Suddenly, she felt hairy. "Hey, Harry!" She leaned towards Harry, holding Harry's arm tightly,

"What?" Amy's nervousness infected Harry, and Harry raised his wand.

"Look at that wall over there, isn't it weird?" Amy pointed with her wand. Under the light just now, the wall seemed to be distorted, as if the air suddenly trembled and rippled.

"Probably you read it wrong." Harry cautiously took a few steps closer, "What's wrong?"

"It feels as if there is a chameleon standing there," Amy didn't know how to describe it, as if the chameleon whose surroundings were integrated into one suddenly trembled.

"I don't think there's anything," said Harry, sticking out his wand and poking the wall, making a thumping sound, which was indeed the sound of wood hitting stones.

"Okay, maybe I'm too tired," Amy pulled Harry, "shall we go then?"

"Oh, okay," Harry was pulled forward by Amy, looking back from time to time, "Hogwarts does have a lot of magic, remember when we were in the first school year? Hermione and I misunderstood Entered a door closed with three hellhounds!"

"Really? I heard Neville say, isn't it very exciting?" Amy smiled and let go of Harry.

"Ron had nightmares for half a month," Harry said with lingering fear, "this is where it gets exciting."

"Oh, haha, is it?" Amy was amused and laughed.

"Really, just imagine, when you are sleeping soundly in the middle of the night..."

The two forgot about the wall.

The next day, in herbal medicine, the two told Hermione and Ron about the previous night's Occlumency class.

"Oh, well done, Amy," said Hermione approvingly, as she nimbly applied dragon dung to the sapling called the Biting Vine. "At least Harry has someone else to copy his notes to."

Harry let out a protest.

"But I feel that Occlumency needs more practice. Severus said it's similar to the Imperius Curse, isn't it, Harry?" Amy whispered.

"That's right." Harry nodded. "But when Amy was around, Snape did show mercy."

"It's the professor, Harry!" Now it was Amy's turn to be dissatisfied. "But I think that's all there is to theoretical knowledge. I don't want to go to the next class with you."

"Why?" Harry couldn't help asking, looking at Ron.Ron was also bewildered.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Boys," of course I feel embarrassed, two idiots.

Amy chuckled. "Okay, I just want to inform you, Harry, study hard. Can you lend me your two-way mirror?"

"Sirius said he wouldn't let me contact him more." Harry said distressedly.

"Did he warn Snape that Professor Dumbledore had found him?" Ron pointed out with rare shrewdness.

"I don't know, anyway, he said he would contact me every weekend." Harry blushed.Probably the first time to experience the feeling of parents complaining to teachers, feeling spoiled?

Hermione and Amy smiled at each other.