HP Disguise Magus

Amy has been nestling obediently in the only armchair for a long time, and in front of her is Professor Snape who is pacing back and forth with a confused expression.

"Who are you?" the professor paused, pointing at her with his wand, and spit out the first words.

"Amy Tonks, and don't cast Legilimency spells on me."

"Amy Tonks," the professor hissed her name out of the corner of his mouth, "where did you get this address?"

"At the end of the second semester, from your office, you wrote it on parchment and gave it to me." Amy said calmly and clearly, looking at the professor eagerly.She is not someone else's fake.

The professor's face softened, and Amy jumped up happily. The professor took two steps back, and his face sank again, "Ask me a question! Don't you have any sense of security in your mind?"

This is definitely slander, although she is really reckless. "So," Amy rolled her eyes, cleared her throat and blushed a little, "when did the professor fall in love with me?"

Sure enough, the professor's reaction was to give her a hard look.

"You made me ask, Severus! Why didn't you answer?" Amy walked around the table to the professor, blocked by an invisible barrier.

"How did you get here?" The professor took a step back, frowning, indicating that the cross-examination was not over yet.

Amy curled her lips and leaned against the wall full of books. She had no other choice. The walls of this narrow living room were full of old magic books.She obediently told the professor how she gained freedom.

Seeing that the professor's face didn't improve but became more ugly, she silently changed the subject and moved towards the professor, "I'm really worried about you, Severus, there are rumors that you were arrested in Azkaban, And I, have not heard from you at all! Besides, I came back from the Ministry of Magic with a serious injury, and you don't care at all," she said accusingly, as if it was all real. "Then I took the risk to come to you, and you didn't welcome me at all," Amy said more and more sadly, covering her face, "Maybe I'd better leave!"

"Ms. Out of Nothing," the professor said lazily, sitting on the shabby sofa and watching Amy direct and act, "Where is your injury? Let me see how your injury is?"

Amy put down her hand, and turned from sadness to joy in a second, "So you know I'm not hurt, so you care about your girlfriend's movements." She jumped up and threw herself on the professor like a cat , this time there are no invisible obstacles.

"Not really," said the professor lazily.

Amy knew he was being duplicity.Restless fingers carefully traced the professor's thin lips, "Really? Why do I think this is a lie..."

The sunlight that shone into this narrow living room turned into twilight, evenly sprinkled on the kissing couple, and the dilapidated and deserted interior suddenly became charming and warm.

"I'm hungry, Severus," Amy sighed, her nerves relaxed now, and she fell asleep in the warm arms of the professor, "I want to drink afternoon tea..."

The professor stroked the hand on her back for a moment, and said in a tone of uncertainty for the first time, "hmm, this may take a little time," he let go of Amy, struggled to stand up, and hesitated for a while.

Amy looked at him inexplicably, and then a thought popped up, "So, how do you manage your meals when you live alone?"

"Nothing," the professor waved his wand uncomfortably. "I have bread and wine upstairs."

"That's all?" Amy also got up from the sofa, and pulled the professor to face her, "Should I thank you for having an iron stomach, or should I blame you for not taking good care of yourself?"

"Maybe both are fine, my little girl," the professor pressed Amy's forehead, suddenly tenderly.

Hearing this title, Amy felt affectionate, and the two of them got tired of it for a while. The professor said, "Let me take you to find a restaurant. I guess there should be good ones in town."

"Okay." Amy answered in a low voice, and the professor put on the cloak for her, followed behind the professor, and the professor opened the door.

"Bellatrix," the professor stopped suddenly, and Amy almost bumped into his back, and the blood all over her body froze.

"Good afternoon, Snape, any guests?" Her malicious laughter approached.

Amy didn't dare to probe, and followed the professor who was retreating step by step back into the room.

"Yes, it's just a peddler of dark magic items." Snape said calmly, "Please sit down, what's the trouble for you?"

"It's nothing, but why doesn't this peddler dare to show his head?" Bella's snake-like voice reached Amy's ears.

"I, I just can't believe I can see Mrs. Lestrange," Amy flashed a figure from behind the professor, showing a plain face, and stammered tremblingly, "Please Lestrange Ma'am, please forgive me, I won't say a word," the trembling in her voice was sincere.

Bellatrix paused, and Amy could feel her eyes roll across her face, "Huh, get out."

Amy hurriedly bypassed the professor, nodded and fled, when suddenly there was a loud bang behind her, and the wave of magic passed her ears, she almost knelt down, turned around and raised her wand.

"What do you mean, Bellatrix," the professor's voice sounded coldly, "This is my guest."

"Nothing," said Bellatrix viciously, giggling, "just a little joke, Snape. You're making too much of a fuss."

"The Cruciatus Curse is not a big deal, Bella, so, can my guest leave?" the professor said, holding back his anger.

"Maybe he, or she, can wait a minute. I also have some dark magic items to get rid of." Bellatrix pointed out, and the emphasis on her accent made Amy feel uneasy.

Professor Snape seemed to realize this too. "It's none of your business, Bellatrix," he said, with a slight sneer in his voice, "if you want to meet some young wizards around Mr. Lestrange, I can introduce you too. "

Amy couldn't help the fever on her face, but she lowered her head and didn't dare to move, feeling that the wand in her hand was slipping and she couldn't grasp it.

Bellatrix snorted twice, "Then I really didn't expect, Snape, the Lord Dark Lord would be very happy to hear such gossip."

"I don't mind if you want to waste Lord Dark Lord's time with these trivial matters," said the professor lightly. "I hope you can achieve what you want. Now, please forgive me, I can send my guests away first." ?"

"Don't worry, Snape," said Bellatrix, wand raised, approaching Amy, who was shaking all over now, feeling the cold sweat down her back. "Purebred?"

"I don't know," said Professor Snape impatiently, "what's the matter with you?"

"It's nothing." Bella raised Amy's face with her long and pointed nails, "wait for the resurrection potion to wear off and see what your little love looks like."

Suddenly, Bellatrix froze in place.The wand fell to the ground.

Amy scrambled around her and ran to the professor, trembling and afraid to speak.

"Don't go too far, Bella, do you think I dare not take a shot at you?" The professor walked slowly in front of her.A rope emerged from the end of his wand and wrapped Bellatrix tightly, and she was thrown on the couch.

"You really betrayed the Dark Lord!" Bellatrix screamed, watching her own wand fly into the professor's hand, and the professor handed it to Amy.

"Oh, just because of such a trivial matter? Do you think the Dark Lord will believe you or me?" Professor Snape smirked, "What the hell are you here for?"

"Of course the Dark Lord will believe what I say. He says I'm his most loyal and most reliable—"

"Really?" said Snape, changing his tone slightly in disbelief. "Is he still saying that after that defeat at the Ministry?"

"It's not my fault!" said Bellatrix, blushing. "In the past, the Dark Lord entrusted me with his most precious possessions—if it wasn't for Lucius—"

"Well, I'm not interested in your past," Snape interrupted her. "Remember not to keep troubling me, or it won't be so easy next time."

"I'll definitely tell the Dark Lord!" Bellatrix yelled.

"Whatever." Professor Snape said indifferently, "Now, please excuse me, we are going out, so you can just stay here for a while. I will let you go when I get back in a better mood."

"Snape, don't bully me too much! You bastard..." Bellatrix couldn't choose what to say, but she couldn't stop the wall from turning upside down, and she was locked in the secret door on the other side of the stairs.

After the door was completely closed, the professor held Amy's hand tightly and walked out without saying a word.

"Professor," Amy said in a trembling voice, still holding Bella's wand.

"Don't worry, I'll send you away first." The professor said resolutely, leading her to the river bank.

"Where are you going? Wait a minute, will Bellatrix trouble you?" Amy asked worriedly.It was completely dark now, and she could only stagger forward with the professor holding her hand.

The professor pulled her to a stop in a bush, and cautiously cast two spells before speaking, "Go to the Order of the Phoenix, don't worry about me, I'm fine."

"Professor," Amy was in a state of confusion, and suddenly had the idea of ​​breaking the pot, "let's go and rob Bellatrix's vault!"

"what?!"