[HP Fred] I was the school belle at Hogwarts

It was a sunny afternoon on the day of the incident, and the excitement of the upcoming Halloween event had not subsided. On the way to the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, everyone chatted in small groups about the gossip of the two magic schools.

After Professor Moody's teaching, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class became more and more difficult. He is keen to introduce young wizards to the cruel field of black magic while still in school.

Professor Moody's magic eye moved erratically and announced, "Starting today, I will take turns casting the Imperius Curse on you, so that you can experience its power and learn to resist it."

The air in the classroom suddenly became quiet.

"But - you said it was illegal, Professor," Hermione said hesitantly.

Hearing this, Modi's magic eyes turned to Hermione, staring at her without blinking and teasing, "If you would rather experience it in a more painful way in the future, helplessly let others cast a spell on you and then completely manipulate you, you You can go."

Hermione shut her mouth in embarrassment, and no young wizard raised any objection to Professor Moody's plan. After all, it seemed that he was really doing it for their own good.

Professor Moody looked at the list and began to call students one by one to resist the Imperius Curse.

Parvati Patil did 20 frog hops in the classroom, Lavender Brown imitated the sound and shape of a sparrow, Pansy Parkinson had to massage Ron Weasley, and Blaise Zabini stood on the podium and sang the school song.

Every student who has been cursed does strange and ridiculous things according to Moody's instructions, but no student can resist it. They can only wait for Moody to lift the spell before they can return to normal.

Moody was not satisfied with the performance of these students, "It seems that I have to pick a few good students to set an example for you." As he said that, his magic eye turned to Sigrid who was hiding in the Slytherin team.

"Stuart, it's your turn!" Moody called out her name.

The surrounding Slytherins made way for her, and the few wizards blocking her could only look helpless. Sigrid had to walk to the open space in the middle, holding the wand in her sleeve tightly. Confront Moody.

"Let's see if your soul-stealing technique is better or mine." Moody pointed at Sigrid teasingly and chanted "Soul Out of Body."

Sigrid was hit by the spell before she understood what the old man meant by his crazy words. Her last reaction was "As expected of an Auror, it was too fast."

Being under the Imperius Curse was a wonderful feeling. Sigrid felt like she was about to fly. All the thoughts and worries in her heart were gently brushed away, leaving only vague and traceless happiness. Standing there, she felt very relaxed, just vaguely aware that everyone was looking at her.

Then, she heard Moody's voice echoing in her empty mind, "Seducing him...conquering him..." Sigrid unconsciously walked to the desk against the wall and sat on it, leaning her upper body back lazily. She leaned her head against the wall and sat on the desk with her long legs crossed, her lower legs still hanging in the air.

"Seducing him...conquering him..." The voice in his mind became clearer and clearer. Sigrid searched the crowd for her target to conquer.

Found it, it's him! Sigrid licked her lips with the tip of her tongue contentedly and raised the corners of her mouth. Then one hand pulled all the long hair from one side to the other side from behind the ear, revealing the sexy lines of the jaw and neck, and looked sideways at him across the crowd.

"No, why do you want to seduce him?" Suddenly another voice came from her head, reminding her, "Sigrid, you really look like a despicable bitch for doing that." Sigrid frowned, her eyes filled with confusion. Beginning to show confusion.

Sigrid, who was addicted to the spiritual world, couldn't hear it. Moody was commenting in a bad way, "Oh, she resisted, which is great!" Seeing that many wizards on the field were still staring at her infatuatedly, he simply raised his wand and continued. Applying magic, while teasing, "I know, you bad boys still want to watch."

Sigrid's struggle stopped, and the voice in her mind that made her seduce and conquer became more determined. Sigrid felt that she was in great pain at this moment, her eyes were covered with mist, and she looked like she was about to cry.

Sigrid leaned on the table, her left hand unconsciously tangled in the curly hair in her hand, her right index finger slightly hooked forward, and she said casually, "Come here, Mr. Longbottom."

Draco, who had regained consciousness, mustered up the courage to stop him, but was stopped by Pansy. "Don't go, haven't you learned enough? Moody doesn't dare to do anything to her!"

Susie looked at Theodore Nott for help. After all, although he kept a low profile, he still had a good relationship with Sigrid. Theodore gave her a calm look and quietly withdrew from the crowd and left the classroom. He had no choice but to find the dean.

She was so frightened by Sigrid's name that she was at a loss for words, "Professor...Professor, please...please stop, she is crying..."

Yes, when she said those ambiguous words, a tear slipped from her eyes, adding a touch of weakness to her already beautiful and sexy appearance.

Many wizards at the scene couldn't help but gasp. She was so beautiful at this moment! She has loose curly hair and plump lips that are sexy. Even if she is wearing an ordinary school uniform robe, you can guess that the lines hidden inside are all perfectly curved. The two calves exposed from under the skirt have well-proportioned lines and distinct ankle joints. They overlap and sway in front of you, tempting you to pick them up.

Although I knew that such unreasonable peeking was immoral, I couldn't help but want to take another look.

"Good girl, your beauty is your most deadly weapon!"

"Yes, that's it! As long as you wave, there will be a large group of wizards waiting for you to dispatch!"

Moody turned a deaf ear to Na Wei's stop, focused his eyes on the struggling little witch, and said excitedly. He looked at this girl with admiration. She was really great. She was so tempting. She made people want to surrender and destroy her. If she could be given to her master, she would definitely be reused.

"That's enough, Professor Moody, stop torturing her!" Potter took a step forward. Hermione and Suzy also hurried to Sigrid's direction and helped her, who was unconscious, to sit on a stool.

Ron turned to glare at the Gryffindor wizard who was still staring at her in a daze, and shouted angrily, "What are you looking at? Is it so beautiful?"

On the Slytherin side, Draco and Blaise also reacted and began to interrupt the prying eyes.

Moody saw that everyone began to look away, so he raised his wand and lifted the Imperius Curse.

Suddenly, Sigrid found that the empty and echoing feeling in her mind disappeared, and the memories of just now came up clearly bit by bit.

God, what did she do? ——She actually seduced her classmates in full public view! ! !

"Expelliarmus" Sigrid stood up and quickly cast out a spell. Professor Moody nimbly stepped back a few steps to dodge, licking his lips in appreciation, "Twenty points for Miss Stewart, your disarming spell is much better than the graduates who came to the Ministry of Magic for internship."

Sigrid, who missed the sneak attack, put away her schoolbag and left the classroom without looking back. With a "bang", the door closed heavily, leaving behind a group of classmates who looked at her back and did not recover, and the professor who smiled even more happily.

This was the first time that she skipped class in front of the professor. Sigrid began to regain her senses. She warned herself not to be angry or cry, it was useless, she had to do something. So she went to the infirmary.

At the end of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class that afternoon, it was reported that "Snake Flower" Sigrid had suffered psychological trauma and was in a very poor mental condition due to the "Imperius Curse" tortured many times by Professor Moody. Madam Pomfrey was brewing a potion, and she was likely to be transferred to St. Mungo's' Curse Injury Unit for further treatment.

The news came from the fourth-year Slytherin, and the Gryffindors who were in class did not refute their words. So, after dinner, almost all Hogwarts students knew about it.

Volint Lestrange, who was supposed to be eating in the cafeteria, was currently staying at Sigrid's bedside. The beautiful school beauty curled up on the hospital bed, looking at him with only red and bloodshot eyes, aggrieved and helpless.

He blames himself very much now, because he feels that he is very responsible for what happened to Sigrid today and for signing his joint application. Professor Moody must be corporally punishing Sigrid in disguise.

"I'm sorry, Sigrid, we will drive him out, I promise," Volint Lestrange solemnly promised. He already had an idea in mind - strike. The entire Slytherin strike went on strike, and I believe no one will hesitate to join now. The right time, right place, and "public figure" Sigrid is another victim. This is the best chance to drive Moody away.

Volint explained his plan, and when he saw Sigrid just looking at the end of the bed with red eyes and no objection, he took his leave and left.

When she walked to the door, her response came from behind, "Prefect Wallint, I don't want anyone to disturb me."

Wallint nodded and asked two fifth-grade students to help guard the door of the infirmary, preventing other gossips, curious students, or students who really care from visiting.

After Wallint left, Sigrid stretched out her curled body, sat back on the hospital bed, picked up the name tag and left a message to Fred. She was fine and asked him to come back to her at night after curfew.

Although her eyes were still red, swollen and bloodshot from crying, she could no longer find the trace of grievance she had when she saw Volint just now, and she was as calm as if she was staying out of it.

She opened the forum, and as expected there were a lot of messages about her.

"I used to look down on her because she was too pretentious, but it wasn't until today that I realized she is really a beauty!"

"If 'Snake Flower' hooks her finger at me, I will definitely be willing to kneel down and kiss her feet."

"If you see today's 'Snake Flower', the photos from the exclusive interview in the school newspaper will no longer satisfy you."

"That's how she should be to deserve her sex appeal!"

"Help, I suspect that 'Snake Flower' has cast a soul-stealing curse on me!"

"Merlin's underwear, why am I not a fourth year? Why am I not from the Snake House or the Lion House? I want to see it too!"

……

She opened them almost masochistically and looked at every comment inside. Say to yourself in your heart, just get used to it, you don't need to care about other people's opinions, you only need to care about whether the skirt on your body is dirty.

As expected, after dinner, Dean Snape, Vice-Principal McGonagall and Principal Dumbledore, who had received news one after another, all came to the infirmary to see her.

Unfortunately, no matter what they said, she just looked lost and pitiful. In the end, they could only let her recover and recover as soon as possible.

(It’s a good habit to read words!)