[HP] Amy Lee sleepwalks through Hogwarts

Boarding the "Hogwarts" for London again, Amy did not insist on sitting in the same box as Joey for the first time. Because Wood graduated, this was the last time the two of them took the train home from school together.

These two people must have a lot to talk about, so Amy wisely left space for them and sat with Luna in a box far away from them.

There were only two of them in this box. Luna sat opposite Amy, still reading a copy of "The Quibbler" upside down, very quietly. Amy yawned, curled up on the seat and closed her eyes to rest.

She vaguely had a very strange dream, in which she walked alone in the darkness for a long time without seeing any light, and could not tell the direction at all. But there was a voice in her head telling her: "In front... right in front... right in front..."

……

"Amy? Amy?"

Someone was tapping her face, and more than one person was calling her name.

She kicked her legs suddenly and opened her eyes in an instant. There were two enlarged faces in front of her. They looked exactly the same and smiled exactly the same way at her.

Amy sat up with a "whoosh", instinctively protecting her chest with her hands, looking at them warily, and asked: "What are you going to do?"

George stretched out his hand and wiped it on her forehead, then showed her the sweat on his hands, and asked with a smile: "What nightmare did you have? You're sweating all over!"

Fred reached out and pushed her shoulder, and asked with a smile: "You are not afraid to face seven Slytherin Quidditch players by yourself. Why are you trembling even in a dream?"

"Me? How..." Amy also felt very strange, because she didn't think the dream just now was very scary, but she was panicked because she couldn't find the direction, and he was also panicked because he couldn't see anything.

I turned around and looked at the sky outside through the car window. The sun was rising very high, it should be almost noon. The dining car must have been here too, and the pumpkin pie piled on the table must have been bought by Luna for her.

Luna had put down her book a long time ago and had been looking at her. At this time, she said in that soft voice: "I was still thinking about waking you up, but they came in."

Look at this box, the extra people are Fred, George, and Ginny.

At this time, Ginny was already sitting next to Luna. Looking at Amy's worried look, she asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

"It's okay! It's just a strange dream." Amy shook her head and became suspicious again: "It's strange, at noon when the Yang Qi is at its strongest, do you also have such a gloomy dream?" She felt a little tired, Her calves were sore, as if she had indeed walked for a long time.

Luna spoke quietly, her voice soft and ethereal: "I always feel like you almost walked away."

"Huh?" Amy's mind was filled with the dream she had just had. She had indeed walked for a long time, and she was probably very far away.

Ginny said: "When we came here, we saw you sweating and shaking. I thought you were sick. They were the only ones who thought you were asleep!"

Fred and George still sat on both sides of Amy, and George asked her: "Are you okay now?"

"I was fine!" Amy muttered, while continuing to wipe the sweat from her forehead, she suddenly remembered something: "My grandpa seems..."

Her grandfather also often went to bed at noon, especially on the Qingming Festival and when someone died in the village...

"We have something to discuss with you!" After Fred finished speaking, he stretched out his hand towards George.

George understood and took out a stack of thick parchment, on which the quantities of many things and the names of people were densely recorded.

"Here are the recent orders!" George handed all these orders into Amy's hands.

"What do you mean?" Amy probably didn't respond because she just woke up and her head was still confused.

Fred said: "Because our products are so popular, we can't sell enough."

"——So we started taking orders!"

"——From now on, produce goods according to orders!"

"——Of course you can do more and prepare to take it to school next semester!"

The two sang together and soon made things clear.

Amy is still a little confused: "But...what does this have to do with me?"

"We want to transfer our 'position' to your place!" Fred's expression was mysterious.

Amy didn't understand even more: "What position?"

George replied, “That’s where we make our merchandise!”

"Ah?" Amy seemed to start to understand, but not completely: "What does 'transfer to my place' mean?"

It was still George who answered: "It means that during the summer vacation, we will go to the Leaky Cauldron every day, in the room you live in!"

Fred added: “Everything on the order needs to be made at your place!”

"Why?" Amy still didn't quite understand: "You guys run into my room every day... isn't that bad? We don't know each other that well!"

That being said, Amy, why are you blushing? ? ?

Fred and George looked at each other again, as if they were making up their next plan.

"Then I have to ask you to run to my house every day!" Fred's expression looked so thief.

"Ah?" Amy didn't react for a while and asked, "Why?"

George pointed to the thick order in her hand and said, "Because there are too many, we need help!"

Amy understood this time: "You want me to be your helper? Help you make these things?"

To be honest, she was quite interested in these, but it wouldn't be fun if she agreed too quickly.

So she frowned slightly and asked in a pretentious manner: "Why don't you find someone else?"

"Because your potion skills are high!" George gave her a rare answer that satisfied her.

"Because you live alone, it's not convenient for others to take care of you." Fred's answer was more imaginative.

Amy pretended to be reluctant again: "Then... I'll think about it."

However, these two people didn't seem to understand what "consider" meant, and they had already started assigning tasks directly.

"Then let's start tomorrow! Meet in your room at nine in the morning, and then go to Diagon Alley to buy basic materials together!" After Fred finished speaking, George took over.

"Amy, the order will be left with you! Otherwise, it will be terrible if it is found in our room!" George would always smile at her, his mouth always forming a heart shape.

Fred always sticks out his tongue to lick his lower lip, and this time he does it again, and then makes a very sly expression: "It's much safer if I leave it here with you! Our mother would never think of that!"

"Hmm~~~~" Amy held the orders in her hands, as if she was trying hard to find an excuse to shirk, but... she didn't want to shirk at all...