[HP] Amy Lee sleepwalks through Hogwarts

That night, Amy, Angela, and Harry lost count of how many words they wrote, and how many times the wounds on the backs of their hands were healed and opened. All I know is that the healing speed of the wound is getting slower and slower, and the wound is getting deeper and deeper, almost cutting off the veins on the back of the hand.

During this masochistic punishment process, Amy felt that her mentality was about to collapse, and some wild beast was about to rush out from within the psychological defense line... She was repeatedly forced to suppress this anger, and readjusted her mentality again and again.

The "torture" finally ended when she could hardly hold on.

"Can you remember now? Stop confronting her!" Amy seemed to want to comfort Angela because she kept crying.

Angela wiped her tears and nodded: "I remember! Just refuting her in class will not gain any advantage at all!" After saying that, she looked at the back of her hand again. There are light scratches left.

The same thing happened to Harry's hands, but he didn't say a word. Unlike the two girls, Amy and Angela were only in confinement tonight, while Harry's confinement would last a week. His despair will only deepen.

From that night on, Amy was breathless all night long, as if she was wrapped in an invisible plastic bag. Neither her limbs nor her breathing could stretch to the maximum extent.

He looked at the small crystal ball on his wrist against the moonlight. It was foggy inside, and a stream of blood-colored smoke billowed out from the center from time to time.

This was just like her mood at this time. Although it looked the same as usual on the surface, in fact, deep inside, she was already depressed to the point of exploding.

Another characteristic of her person is that if she gets enough rest and feels refreshed every morning, she will forget some unpleasant things.

But if she couldn't sleep all night, she would think about those unpleasant things over and over again, and the more she thought about them, the more angry she would become.

Umbridge is not the kind of person who can be beaten at any time if she doesn't like it. Even the other professors of the "Ministry of Magic" can't do anything to her if she opens and shuts her mouth. Amy is a student, what can I do to her?

In fact, the worst thing you can do is vent your anger and leave Hogwarts from now on...

Forget it, this is not worth the gain, let’s think of other ways.

Amy's mind was in a mess, and she tossed and turned all night long, until two o'clock in the morning, her eyes were still wide open. He couldn't control his mind at all, and kept recalling the heart-wrenching pain on the back of his hand when he was in Umbridge's office.

Luna got out of bed quietly under the moonlight, hugged her pillow, and slowly walked to Amy's bedside, asking: "Can't you sleep too?"

Amy simply turned over and sat up, pressed her sore forehead, and said, "Yeah!"

"Then can we chat for a while and then sleep together?" Luna's voice was soft and pleasant, and her face looked soft and beautiful under the moonlight.

Amy nodded: "Okay!" Then she moved her pillow to the side and herself moved to the side to make room for Luna.

Luna placed the pillow next to Amy's pillow and lay down next to Amy. Amy shook off her quilt and covered Luna with her.

Luna still looked at Amy with her wide eyes and asked softly: "Did a lot of things happen today?"

Amy could tell that she wanted to ask about things she didn't know, such as where she went after dinner and why she looked strange when she came back.

"I received a little punishment." Amy said with a sigh, subconsciously hiding her left hand under the quilt.

"She actually has a very low self-esteem!" Luna said: "She actually has nothing to offer, and it is difficult for her to gain recognition from other professors. Therefore, she had to use her status as assigned by the Ministry of Magic to keep using the Ministry of Magic ' to force others to accept all her offers."

It was clear that Luna was talking about Umbridge, and this was indeed the case with this old woman. No one at Hogwarts welcomes her, and no one agrees with her teaching methods, but she dares to be unique. When faced with other people's questions, her answer always included "Ministry of Magic."

"Have you studied the issue of wand size?" Luna suddenly jumped to this topic: "Most people's wands are more than nine inches, but Umbridge's wand is particularly short, it seems to be only eight inches."

Amy nodded. After she knew that her wand was different from others' and that it was not made by Ollivander, she had rummaged through relevant questions in the library. "If the wand is less than nine inches, it indicates an incomplete personality. The shorter the wand is, the more personality is lacking..."

At this point, she suddenly froze, then let out a self-deprecating sneer, and then turned to face the moon outside the window.

Yes, why should she compete with a person with a weak personality? Wouldn't it be enough to treat her like a fool in a mental hospital?

You know, those who are seriously ill in mental hospitals will also attack and hurt others for no apparent reason. If you don't have the right to kill them, the wisest way is to stay away from them.

Is it possible that you have to tell them over and over again that this is wrong and you can't do this...

If they could be taught, if they could understand, they wouldn't be in a mental hospital.

I had previously advised Angela not to try to wake up someone who was pretending to be asleep. In the end, she was the one who became more entangled. She also couldn't understand why she was inexplicably implicated and had to accept such punishment.

Now she remembered that when a mentally ill patient becomes ill, it doesn't matter who is innocent, as long as he sees you...

"Thank you, Luna! I feel much better now." Amy turned over and looked at Luna and smiled, then relaxed her whole body and yawned greatly.

"Tired? Go to sleep! Go to sleep..." Luna patted her gently with her hand, as if coaxing a little baby to sleep.

Amy closed her eyes and nodded, and not long after, she really fell asleep, her breathing was even, and her brows did not wrinkle.

Luna leaned closer to her again and said softly: "You protected me before, now, it's finally my turn to protect you! Although I can only protect my soul from being polluted..."

Amy slept better than usual that night, probably because she didn't have many depressing things in her heart. Even more because she doesn't feel lonely.

I opened my eyes in the middle of the night - Oh, it's Luna! Then continue to sleep...

Not long after, I woke up again, opened my eyes and saw - oh, Luna is with me! Then just sleep a little longer...

When I opened my eyes again - oh, Luna is still sleeping! Then close your eyes for a while...

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