94 hp Diagon Alley

Rampage!I'm pretty sure Garrick on the second floor heard it, he almost fell out of bed.George, my grandpa is very old! "

"But we love your gift." Fred rarely said sweet words to Gwen, "You are my best friend."

"Uh...you are my good friend too." Gwen rolled her eyes, cautiously not adding any qualifying words.

"I'm intimidated, Gwen." George snatched the telescoping ear. "A lease for 93 Diagon Alley—at an astonishingly low price?"

"Thanks to Ollivander," said Gwen cheerfully, "thanks to the wand shop that has been in Diagon Alley for hundreds of years. It took me a while to find a store in a good location, although it was a bit run-down - no way , Diagon Alley is full of old houses. And it has been vacant for several years. The old landlord wants to move to Spain with his son and family, saying that the sunshine in Barcelona is suitable for retirement. He originally planned to sell it directly, but the recent rumors are not good... ...you know...in fact, many people believe..." Gwen swallowed her thoughts on the return of the mysterious man, "In short, in the end, relying on old Garrick's friendship with him, he is willing to pay a fair price Lease the shop to - 'young businessmen with a bright future'."

"It's not just a fair price—" said Fred enthusiastically.

"—and it's a whole small building." George also trembled his lips.

"The premise is that you are interested." Gwen restrained the excited boys, "The place is shabby, comparable to a wand shop. If you really want to open a shop there, it will take a lot of time and money. Garen takes care of it."

"I hope we get there in time," said Fred and George with one voice.

Gwen, who returned to school after Christmas, was warmly welcomed by the Weasley twins.It is specifically manifested in the way Fred looks at her—as if a parent has seen a child who has been ignorant for many years suddenly grow up overnight.Gwen stomped on him for that.

During dinner, members of DA kept coming to ask Harry hopefully if he wanted to have a party tonight.In fact, Gwen asked too, she was looking forward to the Patronus Charm lesson so much.

"For the sake of the books you received from Sirius and Lupine," Gwen begged Harry earnestly, "save us. I'm already in sixth grade, and Umbridge asked us to take out one of the textbooks before the holidays." Copy the passage four times. I hope she will give me a magic quill, so that every word I copy will be engraved on her face."

"I didn't know you hated a professor so much, good boy Gwen," said Ron, fussing.

"If she counts as a professor, I can teach first-year Potions tomorrow." Gwen rolled her eyes.

"Ollivander, hand in an eighteen-inch long essay, and hand in a copy of the reading notes of "Powerful Potion" before the next class." Snape's gloomy voice came from above Gwen's head, almost A Slytherin was trying to hold back a laugh.

"But it's a forbidden | book, Professor." Gwen didn't need to look back now to know what was going on, and she found that her sense of danger was not helping the Potions Professor at all.

"You have my approval, then," Snape said word for word.He raised his feet to go, paused, and Gwen felt his cold eyes meet Harry's.

"The good news is," she reassured George, "I don't have to be locked up." Gwen tried to shake some uncomfortable illustrations from her mind: a person seemed to be turned inside out, There's a witch with arms sprouting out of her head - all from The Mighty Potion.

"The bad news is that we can't have a party tonight. I need to - make up potions." Harry squeezed his face in pain.

The members who heard the news left disappointed.Only Gwen looked at Harry with a surprised expression.

"You're kidding, Harry," said Gwen solemnly.

"I'm not kidding," Harry said, listlessly, "because my Potions grades were really bad, everyone would think so, wouldn't they? Think I'm stupid—"

"You misunderstood," Gwen quickly waved his hand, "I mean, even if your potion grades were as bad as Crabbe and Goyle—or Krall and Goyle—professor Snape would not I will be willing to teach you."

Ron and Hermione looked very much in agreement, while Katie slapped Gwen on the thigh and advised her not to mess with two more papers for herself.

"I hate to say it, Gwen," said Harry despondently, "but I did have Snape for me tonight."

Gwen had struggled to hand in the extras assigned by Professor Snape early Friday morning.She thought her complexion was bad enough after two nights, but the potions professor in the basement looked even scarier.

When Gwen arrived at the auditorium, she found that Harry's face was also as pale as if he had been soaked in water for three days and three nights.

Turning her head around, she probably guessed what was going on.Looking at Harry apologetically, "Your potions lessons must have been tough."

Before Harry could rant, Hermione was on the front page of the Daily Prophet, screaming suddenly, and everyone around her was looking at her.

"What's the matter?" Harry and Ron asked together.

She spread the newspaper on the table and pointed to the ten black-and-white photos that filled the front page, with the faces of nine wizards and a witch, some laughing silently, some haughtily tapping the border with their fingers.Each photo has a name and the crime of being imprisoned in Azkaban.

Antonin Dolohov, a wizard with a long, pale, twisted face who sneered at Harry, brutally murdered Gideon and Fabian Prewett.

August Rookwood, a greasy-haired, pockmarked man leaning against the border with a tired expression, revealed the secrets of the Ministry of Magic to the mysterious man.

As for the witch, almost all eyes were drawn to her, her long black hair was disheveled in the photo, her eyes were staring under thick eyelids, and there was a haughty, contemptuous smile on her thin lips.Like Sirius, she still retains some traces of her beauty, but something—perhaps Azkaban—has taken most of her beauty away.

Bellatrix Lestrange, tortured and permanently disabled Frank and Alice Longbottom.

There is also a name that everyone is familiar with, Peter Pettigrew.

Hermione opened the newspaper and began to read the reports. The other students didn't seem panicked, and almost no one was talking about the horrific front-page news.They were still chatting about homework, Quidditch, and who knows what, and there were ten more Death Eaters on the other side of the wall, adding to Voldemort's power.There was another scene at the staff table: Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were talking closely, and both of them had very serious faces.Professor Sprout leaned the Daily Prophet against the ketchup bottle and read the first edition intently, holding his spoon in the air and not even noticing that the egg yolk dripped onto his lap.Across the table, Professor Umbridge was slurping her porridge, her toad/toad eyes not searching the hall for misbehaving students for the first time.She ate with a frown, casting vicious glances now and then in the direction of Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron seemed more concerned about the bizarre death of another Ministry of Magic official in the newspaper.Gwen whispered to George and Fred, "A wizard with a bit of a brain should understand that the escape from Azkaban actually proves that Harry and Dumbledore were right."

The twins nodded, and then Fred sneered, "Let's guess, will Umbridge still be able to whitewash this time?"

The deputy minister once again proved to them the lower limit of his shamelessness.

The morning after the Azkaban escape was reported, a new notice was posted on the college bulletin board: The Hogwarts High Inquisitor has ordered teachers to forbid teachers to provide students with any information not related to the subjects they teach.

The above regulations comply with the "No. 20 No. [-] Education Order".

Signed: Senior Inquisitor Dolores Jane Umbridge

This latest decree has sparked a lot of jokes among students.Lee Jordan points out to Umbridge that under the new law she cannot blame Fred and George for playing Crackle and Blast in the back of the classroom.

"Crackling cards have nothing to do with Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor! That's information that has nothing to do with your subject!"

When Gwen saw Lee again, the back of his hand was bloody, and Harry was suggesting that he use a bit of Mortra rat juice.

Gwen thought the break from Azkaban would make Umbridge calm down a bit, that she would be ashamed of the blunder that had slipped under her dear Fudge's nose.However, the incident only seemed to drive her crazier to keep Hogwarts life in her hands.She seemed determined to fire at least one person in the near future, it was just a matter of Trelawney or Hagrid going first.

"Are you going to Hogsmeade this weekend?" Gwen asked on the date.

"Fred and I need to buy some necessary raw materials." George curled Gwen's long hair with his fingers,

"Don't let me catch you apparating to Diagon Alley," Gwen warned. "Ten Death Eaters are wandering outside. Even if you want to open a shop, don't pick this time to make a fuss."

George didn't answer her, "Are you going?"

"I can't go to Hogsmeade, Angelina's going to practice all day, as if it's going to work - Ron says we're the worst team he's ever seen. You haven't seen Sloper and Kirk, It stinks worse than me." She sighed heavily, and whined in George's ear, "Every time I let Kirk pass me a Bludger, he just hit the tip of my broom. "

Later that day, Harry and Hermione, returning from Hogsmeade, barely caught up