[HP] Amy Lee sleepwalks through Hogwarts

On the night of summer vacation, Amy stayed in the smallest guest room of the Leaky Cauldron and didn't sleep well all night.

Very sleepy, but could only sleep for five minutes at most before being awakened immediately, followed by at least half an hour of tossing and turning. If I finally fall asleep again, I will wake up within three to five minutes...

Repeating this will not achieve the effect of a good rest anyway.

In fact, on the day the "Triwizard Tournament" ended, she discovered that she had become like this, and she couldn't find the reason at all.

She asked Madam Pomfrey for a sleeping potion, and after drinking it, she fell asleep all night, but she was so depressed that she couldn't breathe, as if she was locked in a small box and couldn't move.

It was even more like there were several black shadows surrounding her, staring at her with blank eyes and still talking in hoarse and low voices.

"Gone."

"What should I do?"

"Is she still useful?"

"You actually lost it?"

"Gone...really gone..."

I tried to see who it was, but couldn't.

I tried to get away from them, but I couldn't move.

This process is extremely painful.

So after she finally woke up, she didn't dare to close her eyes all day and night, which made her even more tired the next day...

On the first morning of the summer vacation, Amy could no longer close her eyes as she listened to the footsteps in the corridor. I had no choice but to force myself out of bed while holding on to my groggy head, and sat blankly on the edge of the bed for a while, as if I didn't know what to do.

Tan Qiu rarely slept in the cat's bed, but lay on the head of her bed and watched her sleep. When I saw her waking up, I opened my eyes and took a look, then continued to sleep "snoringly".

"I slept so well!" Amy was extremely envious of Tanqiu at this moment, and couldn't help but touch its black satin-like fur.

Then he got out of bed, pulled out his suitcase from under the bed, and plucked the contents without any purpose, probably wanting to take out his summer homework or something first.

An old envelope was brought out along with the book and floated to her feet. Picking it up and looking at it carefully, the handwriting on it was so strange and yet so familiar. It was the address of Diggory's house.

"Yes, I promised to see Ced." Amy muttered to herself.

So he took a long breath, steeled himself, sat at the small desk, and wrote a letter to Mr. Diggory and Mrs. Diggory first.

"Mr. Diggory, Mrs. Diggory:

Thanks for the invitation, if it is convenient, I will pay a visit this Sunday, that is, tomorrow morning. If it is temporarily inconvenient, please reply to me with a convenient time and I will visit according to your time. ——Amy Lee

After finishing writing, I washed and tidied up, went out and borrowed the owl from the bar, and sent the letter away.

Before evening, the owl returned and brought a reply from Mrs. Diggory.

"Ms. Li, we are glad that you are willing to come and visit us. We are very accessible this Sunday and you will be very welcome all day long. ——Digory

So the next day, Amy felt dizzy from exhaustion and forced herself to cheer up. She first went to Gringotts to exchange for Muggle money, then took the Muggle bus with her gifts and headed to Diggory's house. near the address.

Because she would fall asleep if she wasn't paying attention in the car, and she had to sit past the station, she finally had to change to a taxi and take her directly to Diggory's door.

When we arrived, it was almost noon.

Mrs. Digory seemed to have been waiting for a long time. While Amy was still outside checking the door number again and again, she opened the door and came out, shouting to her: "Miss Li, you are finally here!"

Amy was a little flattered, and thought to herself: Is this what it feels like to be taken seriously?

Carrying the gift, I walked into the house and saw a very neat living room. It was much more spacious than the Burrow and the furniture was not that shabby. Just like the Burrow, there are enchanted things everywhere, brooms that automatically sweep the floor, and bamboo needles that automatically knit scarves.

Amy became nervous for no reason and handed the gift in her hand to Mrs. Digory: "A little gift... I don't know what to prepare."

Mrs. Diggory had a very pale smile on her face: "We are very happy if you can come here! But my husband was called to work overtime temporarily, so there are only two people at home, Sed and I." He asked her again: "Do you want to see Ced? The Muggle doctor said that depending on his physical condition, he may wake up at any time."

This means that Cedric has no serious or irreversible injuries and is completely healthy.

However, he couldn't wake up.

Amy nodded and followed Mrs. Diggory into the adjacent bedroom. A very bright and cozy bedroom, in which Cedric slept.

Just like any high school boy's bedroom, it is decorated with posters of his favorite Quidditch team, his favorite books are piled on the desk, the windows are decorated with ginger curtains, and the quilt is also yellow and gray Hufflepuff color. .

There are two photos cut out of newspapers posted on the bedside. One is Amy standing on half a broomstick while fighting against Slytherin, and the other is Amy and Cedric pretending to kiss when Padiff is out of position. Both black and white photos are moving.

Cedric looked like he was sleeping normally, breathing very lightly, and there was no color on his face.

"You took good care of him!" Amy said, as if that was all she could say.

Mrs. Digory smiled slightly and said: "This is all as it should be. After all, my husband and I only have one child..."

"I'm sorry." Amy felt that she had caused other people's sadness.

Mrs. Digory shook her head and forced a smile: "Miss Li, you can stay for lunch! I have been busy all morning and made several dishes, and I would like to treat you to a taste."

Amy would not be polite or refuse at this time, so she followed Mrs. Diggory out of Cedric's room and went to the dining room. I saw several Chinese dishes placed on the ordinary dining table.

"This..." Amy was particularly confused. Did Mrs. Diggory learn how to cook Chinese food specifically to entertain her?

Seeing her reaction, Mrs. Diggory smiled: "Sed has sent back many recipes again and again. I have tried making them many times, but I don't know if they suit your taste."

"The recipe that Seid sent back?" Amy felt even more incredible.

"Please wait!" Mrs. Digory walked to the kitchen, opened the cupboard, and took out a small wooden box. Then she came back and carefully placed the small wooden box on the dining table. After opening it, a thick stack of parchment was revealed, with densely written words and beautiful handwriting on it.

She pushed the small wooden box in front of Amy and continued to smile slightly: "Sed, this kid, is very careful. Although I don't know where he got these recipes from, he recorded them in detail. Also. Not long after Valentine's Day this year...after the photo was published in the newspaper, he cut out the photo from the newspaper and sent it to me, asking me to paste it on his bedside. He also sent it together. He came back with a letter saying that he wants to invite you to our home during the summer vacation, and then he will ask me to cook these dishes to entertain you."

Amy looked at the very detailed recipe in surprise - put the pot on the fire, wait until the water is gone, pour an appropriate amount of cooking oil (Amy is used to putting 2 teaspoons)... stir-fry until the color changes (Amy's taste is Stir-fry for three and a half minutes), add appropriate amount of salt (Amy likes to add 3 grams of salt)...

Careful and dense, there is no doubt that this is the cooking method Amy taught Dobby.

You can imagine how Cedric went to the kitchen to find Dobby, how he sincerely asked for advice, and how he took a pen and paper and carefully recorded all the processes in detail...

What kind of mood did you have to have at that time to do something so complicated and without caring about the consequences?

Amy suddenly felt a tightness in her chest, turned around and walked back to Cedric's bedroom as if sleepwalking, and fell down beside his bed. She put her already trembling fingers into his palm and held his hand firmly, while the thoughts in her brain were trembling.

"Ced, you said you like me... you have liked me for a long time... but I didn't know you liked me to this extent..."

She thought that someone she liked and had a crush on would plaster her photos all over the room and blatantly take her to show off in front of anyone. Holding roses in hand, standing among candles arranged in a heart shape, openly showing love...

But Cedric was trying to tell his family how to accept her, and he was trying to make it easier for her to integrate into the family.

This stack of recipes recorded in such detail is far heavier than nine hundred and ninety-nine roses, and more profound than ten thousand "I like you"...

Joey said that Hufflepuff's way of expression is very dull, even too ordinary to be noticed. But at some point, you will suddenly realize that it is an unparalleled romantic love story.

"What should I do now?" Amy's head was in chaos. She was not even sure for a moment whether she should continue to like the person she liked, or whether she should turn around and accept the person who liked her to such an extent.

At this level, can a "like" be summed up? Has it become "love"?

"Ced, tell me, what should I do with you?" Amy opened her eyes wide, tears rolling down one by one, her voice sounded like a sigh: "If I miss you, can I still do it?" Find the next person who likes me so much? Tell me? Tell me..."