[HP] Amy Lee sleepwalks through Hogwarts

Amy has always been like this. You don’t need to know too much about new things you see. Anyway, if it is related to you and urgently needs your understanding, you will naturally be able to understand everything.

Especially now that the brain is not as clear as before, it is better to use less brain cells if possible.

So when Molly handed them some rags and detergent, she started cleaning while Ron was still complaining.

"By the way, Amy!" Molly called her: "The rooms here are enough for all of us. You can also choose one and move your things over. We will always stay at the Leaky Cauldron, back and forth. It’s not very convenient either.”

"?" Amy only hesitated for a moment, and then immediately agreed: "Okay!"

Fred was standing next to her, about to cast a cleaning spell with his wand, when he heard this and said to her, "George and I will help you move it!"

Amy did not refuse and nodded: "Okay!"

George looked on and couldn't help laughing: "It's getting easier and easier to talk to."

"What?" This time Amy didn't understand the meaning immediately.

The creaking wooden stairs seemed to be broken at any time, but they still supported them upstairs and began to choose rooms one by one.

Ron temporarily lived in a room alone, and it was said that Bill would also stay in there sometimes. Because there was still room for Molly and Arthur, the others had to go up one more floor.

Fred and George put Amy in the middle room, and Ginny and Hermione stayed in the side room. By the way, they were going to live on the other side of Amy's room.

"I'll help you clean the room first!" Fred said, and he and George opened the door and pushed Amy in.

The furniture inside is complete, but because it has been uninhabited for a long time, it has fallen into a thick layer of dust, and all kinds of strange insects are hiding in various invisible corners.

Amy went to open the curtains first, and a bunch of fluffy balls rolled out from under the curtains, rolling around with "humming" sounds.

"It's Puerong Rong!" George hurried over and grabbed a few, and he was very happy: "We guessed that there must be something interesting here."

Amy can't see what's more interesting about these little things for the time being. Is it just because they look like furballs and look cute? Don't be ridiculous, this is a girl's idea. Fred and George will not take Pu Rongrong back for this reason.

Fred seemed to be prepared. He had already taken out a cloth bag and asked George to put the caught velvet into it, and then he also went to catch the small fur balls rolling around.

Amy also leaned down to help them catch it, until Fred's bag bulged.

"This is the last one!" George grabbed the last one with its long tongue stretched out and threw it into Fred's cloth bag.

Fred tied the mouth of the bag tightly, then walked up to Amy and said, "Boss lady, this is the material for our new products!"

George asked her: "Do you want to study together?"

Amy nodded without hesitation: "Okay!"

Fred laughed with satisfaction and continued: "We are going to use these few months to fully develop the 'quick-acting skipping candy'!"

George continued: "Including the 'Tutu Candy' and 'Nosebleed Nougat' that we have made before, we are also planning to make 'Fever Candy' and perfect the 'Pussy Candy'."

Fred asked again: "Does the boss lady have anything to add?"

"I don't care!" Amy's mind was still confused and she said casually: "When the time comes, just leave me a counter to sell my homemade magic potions and magic incense."

George couldn't help showing a mysterious expression: "Some people are really asking where you can buy your magic incense. It seems that no one can find a way."

Fred looked proud: "That's because they don't know that 'Aimee' is our boss lady!"

No matter how confused Amy was, she blushed when she heard the title in this sentence. She had to pay attention to whether there was anyone outside the door. She lowered her voice and stamped her feet: "Don't call me Little Ruanruan...and don't call me Boss Wife." !" Then he muttered again: "You don't even know what 'proprietress' means, you just call it random. It doesn't mean that the owner of the shop is a woman, just call it 'proprietress'! And because she is the boss's wife, so Call me "boss lady"!"

"Oh??? Is that what you meant? Hahahaha..." Fred and George said in unison, with the same thief expressions on their faces, and it seemed that they were deliberately teasing her again.

Amy suddenly felt tired, put her hands on her hips and let out a long sigh: "You two... are simply..."

What else could happen? If you admit here that this is the reason why you call her "boss lady" and ask her if she agrees, she will definitely turn around and run away...

Of course, this was the worst-case scenario they could imagine.

They were not prepared to seriously discuss these matters with her until she solved her little tangle, or could really know which one she should choose. They just wanted to make sure that she would not be abducted by others.

Amy started to tidy up the bed, dragging down the dusty sheets and throwing them away for washing or something.

George had waved his wand and used a cleaning spell. All the dust on the bed disappeared, and even the cloth bedding became clean.

Facing Amy's curious gaze, George explained to her: "The cleaners Ms. Molly gave us are specially used to wipe away the mucus left by those magical monsters and get rid of hidden pests. Dust and the like can be removed with magic.”

Fred also waved his magic wand and said, "Madam, please rest first, and leave the dusting work to us!"

In the blink of an eye, all the dust in the room disappeared, and only some furniture was still stained with mucus left by unknown crawlers. This is something that needs to be treated carefully with cleaners and rags.

There was a large piece of mucus on the bedside, so the three of them knelt side by side on the bedside, wiping the mucus together and chatting about opening a store.

George confessed from the beginning: "Actually, Harry has given us a thousand galleons, which is almost enough for us to rent a store. That was all the prize money he received for winning the competition."

Amy was a little surprised: "Why did Harry give you so much money?"

Fred smiled on the other side of her: "Maybe the inner condemnation was too serious. He felt that he had caused Cedric to suffer. Therefore, in the end, he held the prize money of the Triwizard Tournament."

"Originally it was for Mr. and Mrs. Diggory." George's voice dropped even lower.

"But they wouldn't take it," said Fred.

"——So Harry simply gave it to us."

"——He knows that we are saving the capital to open a store."

"——He also said that if we don't take it, we won't give him face!"

"—said if we didn't want it, he would throw the thousand galleons into the sewer!"

Amy couldn't help but secretly reveal a wry smile: "Harry probably thinks it's all his fault... No wonder, before the game started, I told him not to be humble. He probably didn't listen to this and let Ced They touched that trophy together...so, he felt that he was the one who killed Seid."

George turned his head and looked out the door, and whispered in Amy's ear: "None of us told anyone—"

Fred also put his mouth to Amy's ear, and also whispered: "——Cedric is still alive."

Amy's ears were itchy and she couldn't help but rub one with each hand. She looked at them left and right and smiled slightly: "That's right!"

"Fred, George, the dust over there is bothering you too..." Ginny suddenly opened the ajar door and came in. She was startled when she looked at the scene on the bed, and then withdrew and closed it. door.

Then I heard her shouting from the corridor: "Hermione, please clean up the dust in our room later! The three of them are in bed together, they look very busy."

"Hey!! Ginny!" Amy almost rolled out of bed and shouted loudly as she ran out: "Can you please don't say such things that can easily be misunderstood?"

Fred and George simply fell on the bed and laughed.

"Anyway, I'm not afraid of being misunderstood like this!"

"Me too, Fred!"