[HP] Amy Lee sleepwalks through Hogwarts

By the time Amy coaxed Winky away, Gryffindor's Quidditch training was over. In the violent storm, they were all soaked and shivering with cold.

Amy specially ran to the practice field to tell Harry about the "Room of Requirement". After arriving, the first thing I saw was Fred and George. Both of them became bow-legged, moving step by step with difficulty, grinning at every step.

"The injury is not serious! Was it kicked hard by Angelina during training?" Amy silently doubted.

After Fred and George saw Amy, even though it was so difficult to walk, they still insisted on walking over and standing in front of Amy, complaining fiercely about Angelina's horrific "oppression" of all the team members.

"Angelina is so cruel!" Fred said.

"No leave is allowed even if you have a fever!" George said.

Just as she was talking, Amy saw Angelina standing behind them.

"Amy, just stand still!" Angelina smiled charmingly and stretched her hands to Fred and George's ears.

"Hey, don't!" Amy stretched out her hands as much as she could, hugging their heads to protect them, and the most important thing was to protect their ears.

Just as Angelina showed a helpless expression and wanted to say something, she heard a whistle.

Ron finally had the opportunity to make fun of Fred and George, so why did he miss it? He immediately said: "Didn't you see Umbridge's new rule? The distance between boys and girls must not be less than eight inches!"

Then, everyone present turned their attention and watched how Amy hugged her from left to right.

"Isn't it okay if she doesn't see her?" Angelina was also speechless about this rule. She shook her head and walked aside, determined not to disturb them.

Amy also quickly let go of Fred and George, her face a little red.

George was a little discouraged: "Do boys and girls have to be more than eight inches apart? We are adults, and we still care about so much!"

Fred was sneering: "What eight inches? Negative distance is already normal!"

"Negative..." Amy was just surprised by this way of expression, probably thinking how could there be a negative distance. But as soon as the first syllable was spoken, he suddenly understood. Then his face became even redder, and he even raised his fist and hit Fred.

However, Fred actually laughed at the fist and said with a playful face: "Isn't it entirely up to the boss's wife to decide how far away from us we are?"

George also looked at Amy's red face and smiled at her like Fred: "Anyway, where the pink toad can't see, any distance is normal!"

"Stop talking!" Amy stomped her feet and shouted in a low voice. Her face was hot and her eyes were looking around for fear of being heard too much.

Angelina was wiping the rain off her waterproof glasses when she suddenly sighed: "It would be great if Amy could help us train! I have never seen a chaser as agile as her! She is simply... elusive. !”

"But I've been banned!" Amy said, secretly complaining - nonsense, it cost two thousand gold coins, and the skill points bought were basically added to agility, can you not be invisible?

Ron couldn't help but panic: "If Amy is asked to be the chaser and choose the goalkeeper, then I will definitely lose the election!"

Angelina nodded firmly: "Then none of them will be qualified! I'm not sure if anyone can block her ball."

Amy didn't comment on this. If she really wanted to say it, she would only have a few infuriating words - you can't even see when I passed by, how can you stop me? The eyes can see, but the brain can’t keep up! Even if my brain catches up, my speed can’t keep up!

No wonder Professor Snape insisted on banning her, it was so buggy and irritating.

Amy sometimes even considers that if she is not banned and is lucky enough to join the national team, she can buy several thousand more gold coins for skill points, increase her agility, and create an aura that will kill people even if they kill them.

Fred quietly pulled Amy aside and asked her quietly: "Boss lady, you are an excellent potion student! George and I want to know if you have any way to quickly eliminate pustules?"

Amy frowned slightly: "Who has a pustule?" She looked at the faces of everyone within a ten-meter radius, but she didn't see anyone with a pustule.

"It's just that... it grows in some places that are not usually exposed..." George said hesitantly, looking a little hard to say.

"A place that won't be exposed?" Amy frowned and thought carefully, then suddenly realized: "Oh! Shingles!"

Fred and George were stunned for a moment: "Does this have a special name?"

Then I heard Amy waving her hands and saying, "No need to treat that! Just wait until it rots away on its own!"

"It's rotten?" Fred suddenly felt a lot of pain and asked, "How long will it take for it to rot?"

Cautious George asked one more question: "When you say 'rotted', do you mean that the pustules rotted away on their own? Or... they rotted away together?"

"Of course they rotted together!" Amy raised her eyebrows and said so well-founded: "People with this kind of disease basically have immoral private lives. Letting their things rot can bring benefits. There are so many women in the world! So, no need to treat it! Just wait until it rots!"

Fred was dumbfounded and couldn't help blurting out: "Then what will you use in the future?"

"I use..." The moment Amy opened her mouth, she seemed to know who had the pustule in that place...

George began to admit his mistake to her in a low voice: "Amy, we are not immoral in our private lives. We grew up after eating fever candy."

"That candy works wonders!" said Fred.

"After eating, my body temperature went up immediately!" George also nodded.

"But there's a big pustule——"

"——We haven't found a way to eliminate it yet!"

Amy's eyes were dull, and she sighed silently in her heart, these two people are really experimenting with their lives! It simply embodies the spirit and consciousness of Shennong who tasted hundreds of herbs!

By the way, how did Shennong die? ? ?

Fred lowered his voice and said as if admitting his mistake: "We originally wanted to pretend to have a fever to avoid today's training!"

George also looked regretful: "But Angelina is not fooled at all!"

Amy spread her hands: "So, you just brought it upon yourself?"

Fred sighed softly: "Normally it's okay, but now I have to train on a broom, it's just..."

George said helplessly: "When I ride on the broom, it feels like..."

Well, Amy can even imagine how they feel.

Fred said with a painful expression: "During training...a few of mine seemed to have been squeezed."

George also had a look of pain on his face: "Mine don't, but they feel so swollen... They seem to be getting bigger."

"Uh...hehehehe..." Amy felt that her expression management was almost out of control, and she suddenly understood the reason why these two people suddenly became bow-legged.

"Okay, let me help you think of a solution." Although Amy said this, she still felt that she should see the appearance of those pustules with her own eyes and test whether the pus inside was different from other thick water. Only if they are different can we prescribe the right medicine?

But...how to look at this? What should I say?

"This... looks like a pustule..." Amy's face was getting redder and redder, and she was too embarrassed to continue talking, so she was so confused that she scratched her head and ears.

Fred grabbed Amy's hand affectionately, stared into her eyes silently, and said, "Boss lady, based on our current level of development, I think I don't mind being looked at by you!"

George quickly grabbed Amy's other hand and said affectionately: "I don't mind either! Sooner or later, it will be yours anyway!"

"But I mind!" Amy felt all the blood in her body rushing to her head. She gritted her teeth and suppressed her tone, and growled: "Let go! Stay away!"

Fred looked at her and kept laughing. After letting go of her hand, he said to George: "Forget it, don't leave a bad impression on her!"

George also nodded and said: "That's right! What if you are no longer interested in us?"

"You..." Amy's face turned red to the point of bleeding. She raised her fists and punched each other a few times. She continued to growl in a low tone: "Can you please stop discussing this kind of thing in front of me?"

Fred and George raised their hands to block the fluttering fist, while laughing and not dodging at all.