[HP] Amy Lee sleepwalks through Hogwarts

"Field..." Amy's hair almost stood up, and she didn't know what to say for a moment. She looked around as if she wanted to find someone to help her.

Fred was heckling: "Hey, your boyfriend is here!"

Amy was so anxious that she shouted at him: "No! I don't have a boyfriend!"

Hearing this, Fred and George were still laughing, but their expressions were weird, as if they were going to play tricks on others next second, and they didn't know who was going to be unlucky.

Field's expression also changed. He lowered his eyes slightly and weighed the thick book in his hand. When he raised his head again, his expression softened.

Amy was afraid of being teased like this again. The longer the time passed, the harder it would be to explain clearly. So she turned to face Field again and said quickly: "Field, I must make it clear to you! I..."

"Don't talk about this yet!" Field interrupted her promptly, raised the thick book in his hand, shook it at Amy, and said, "I have been flipping through the book these days, and today I finally Found something! Amy, these are all related to you!"

Amy was stunned for a moment, curious: "What has something to do with me?" She was led off the rhythm so easily.

Field opened the thick book in front of her, pointed to the content on it and said: "Cast a spell with your mind!"

The words were spoken loudly, and several people nearby heard it, and most of them became extremely surprised.

Amy seemed to understand: "What do you mean?"

Field explained patiently: "It means that you don't have to borrow a wand, or even recite a spell, to release magic!"

"Well..." Amy still didn't know why, she was a little confused, but couldn't express it.

Field smiled at her, closed the thick book, and still reached out to Amy's back as usual, hooked his hand on the back of her heart, and pushed her forward. He said: "Find a quiet place and I will tell you slowly! After I finish telling you, maybe you can fly on a broom right away!"

"Oh..." Amy had no objection to this. She didn't want to fail the next flight test again. Everyone else was practicing Quidditch in the flying class, but she was the only one squatting down and looking up.

Seeing the two people walking out of the auditorium together, Hermione said to the people next to her: "Field has defeated her!"

Ron was chewing on the chicken leg and asked vaguely: "Are you jealous?"

Hermione rolled her eyes, ignored him, and walked out of the auditorium angrily.

Fred laughed at his silly brother from the side: "Ron, you shouldn't say such things to girls!"

George was also snickering: "Ron doesn't seem to regard Hermione as a girl at all!"

Ron didn't want them to say that, so he retorted: "You seem to understand girls very well!"

Fred pursed his lips and shrugged: "We don't care!" Then he turned to discuss with George: "For ten Nats, I bet Amy will dump Field in less than ten days!"

George nodded: "I bet it won't last more than five days!"

Neville was a little frightened: "You are betting in school? Isn't this against school rules?"

George disagreed: "They won't find out!"

"But we all heard it!" Neville was even more frightened and turned his head to see if he had been noticed by the professors.

Ron's mouth was still full of chicken drumsticks and he said vaguely: "Give up, Neville! They are more difficult to deal with than Bludgers. Don't expect them to abide by the rules like normal people."

Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, said that the Weasley twins were the batters responsible for hitting the Bludgers with sticks, but they were "bludgers" themselves and were particularly difficult to control.

There are five drawers in Fitch's room for disciplinary records, one for each of the four houses, and one for the Weasley twins. Who in the right mind could do such a thing?

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Field took Amy directly to the flying lesson field, still holding a broom.

Amy looked at the broom placed on the ground without hesitation: "Field, I think you should know that I have never succeeded in letting the broom fly into my hand once!"

"No! You have succeeded a long time ago!" Field said with certainty: "When you took the first flying lesson, you already let the broom fly into your hands."

Amy's face showed confusion: "But it exploded immediately?"

Field nodded, but still said: "But the broom has obeyed your instructions and flew into your hand. As for why it exploded... Amy, you made it explode! Because you didn't want to fly!"

"Uh..." Amy always felt that Field said something right, but she didn't want to admit it so quickly: "I've already gone to take flying lessons! Why do you say I 'don't want to fly'?"

"You're afraid of heights!" Field finally got to the point.

"Uh...right." Amy finally admitted.

Field smiled helplessly: "This is the most common mental illness among Muggles. It also appears among wizards. But later they learned to fly, so the symptoms gradually disappeared! Just because you are afraid of heights, you don't want to If you want to ride a broom to fly high in the sky, maybe you are not able to accept the flying style of riding a broom. Because you are deeply influenced by the culture of your original country, you think there is a more elegant way of flying, so you reject the appearance of riding a broom."

He was right!

Amy was simply stunned, Field was absolutely right!

She is afraid of heights, so she doesn't want to fly too high. She, a person who has seen flying with a sword and flying in the clouds on TV, would be willing to fly on a broom? So every time she hopes the broom will explode at the critical moment...and then the broom really explodes...

The one she saw exploded one time was the one Malfoy was riding.

Only when Fred grabbed him on a broom and took him flying, he kept praying that the broom wouldn't explode...

Seeing her expression, Field knew that he had hit the mark, and he couldn't help but feel proud. He continued: "Actually, your 'mind power' is very strong. You can control the broom as you wish, and you can even use various spells easily. The magic wand is not very useful in your hand!"

Amy sounded very happy, but she always felt that she was being blown too much, so she quickly calmed herself down and didn't get too carried away. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if that wasn't the case?

"Come on, try it!" Field grabbed her hand at some point, brought her to the broom, and encouraged softly: "You can control it, so you can use any method to let it fly with you."

"Really?" Amy still didn't quite believe it, and instead of riding up in a polite manner, she imitated the posture of flying with a sword, stepping on the broom handle with two feet in tandem. After waiting for a while, the broom didn't move, so I couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Look! It still doesn't work!"

Field continued to encourage: "Try to use your telekinesis to make it fly! Concentrate!"

"Concentrate?" Amy tried to close her eyes, thinking silently: take off... take off... take off...

Suddenly I felt my fingers loosen, and when I opened my eyes, I realized that I was really flying, and I was flying on a broom. Because he was taller than Field, he let go of his hand...