94 hp Diagon Alley

Back at his pompous table, with his back turned to Gwen, he poured a cup of tea, and asked in a guttural sweet voice, "A cup of tea, Miss Ollivander. Would you like some spoonfuls of sugar?"

"I don't think I need tea, Professor. If nothing else..."

"I insist that you need it." Umbridge's tone became menacing and melodious, and she held a delicate teacup and placed it heavily in front of her. "Drink it."

Gwen frowned and stared at the cup of black tea with an unknown amount of sugar added, without moving.

Umbridge returned to his seat and waited.After a long silence, she said briskly, "You haven't had a drink yet!"

Gwen could only raise the teacup to her lips, just sticking to her lips, without even taking a sip.She licked the remaining tea on her lips—sweet enough that the tip of her tongue felt bitter.

Umbridge laughed even wider. "Very well," she whispered, "very well. So..." She leaned forward a little. "Did you take Dumbledore's orders to spread these rumours?"

"No." Before Gwen's brain could react, she found herself speaking.

"Drink it up, drink it up," she said, still smiling, "you're very close to the Weasleys, they're Potter's friends. Now, let's stop playing children's games. I know What are you planning. Tell me, Ollivander, what are you doing for Harry Potter?"

"I sent him a Christmas present." No more, Gwen!Her heart was screaming. "I joined the Quidditch team as a substitute." Gwen's breathing began to become short, as if she was about to roll her eyes and faint on the carpet in a second.

Umbridge snorted, dissatisfied with her answer. "Then, please tell me if it is a trick of Fred Weasley and George Weasley that the students are falling ill in class."

Gwen's temples suddenly began to tingle with electricity, and it brought her clarity back to the realization that whatever Umbridge was trying to do, the overly sweet tea was no good.

"I don't know what you're talking about, professor." After she finished speaking, she seemed to stagger, fell off the stool, and poured a whole cup of tea on the robe.

Umbridge's patience was completely lost. She no longer pretended to be false, and directly asked Gwen to copy ten times on the parchment hysterically: "I am full of lies." Because Gwen spread suspicious documents that threatened the safety of the Ministry of Magic without authorization.

By the eighth time, there was a pale wound on the back of Gwen's hand, with blood oozing faintly.

"I don't understand, Professor. I didn't tell a lie," Gwen said, biting her lip.

"I'm afraid you'll have to copy it five more times." Umbridge marked the students' work with her pink and gold-studded quill.

"I'm a little strange, Professor, is this black magic?" When No. 12 times, Gwen couldn't help the anger and humiliation in her heart, and threatened, "If the parents know that I have been insulted like this at school."

"You should be grateful, Ollivander." Umbridge's delicate voice came, and she was not afraid at all, "If you let me be caught carrying "The Quibbler", according to Education Order No. 20, I can I will fire you immediately."

"But you have no proof, and I'm being harmed by magic. If this scar won't go away..." Gwen's voice rose.She felt that the Gryffindor qualities in her were catalyzing her, they were brave, they were also rebellious.When unjust oppression is imposed on them, Gryffindor will only resist more strongly.

"Then you should take it as a lesson for life—because you're such a liar—"

Boom!The floor in the office shook.Umbridge lurched sideways, clutching the table for support, a shocked expression on her face.

"Why—?" She stared at the door.Outside the office, Gwen heard people screaming.

"Go back, Ollivander!" Umbridge yelled, rushing out of the office with his stubby wand raised. "Ah!" Then she let out a scream and a drowning grunt.

It's clear at a glance.There was chaos outside the door.Someone (Gwen immediately thought who it was) had turned an entire hallway into a swamp.Poor Umbridge fell into the mud as soon as she opened the door. Filch threw a picture on the wall from a distance, and she managed to climb up, covered in stinking mud.The portrait in the painting was swearing loudly, and he had never been treated so rudely in the hundreds of years he had lived at Hogwarts.Umbridge and Filch tried every means to clear the swamp, but without success.

Gwen had seen enough, she bent down deeply with a smile, threw Umbridge's beloved footstool unceremoniously to the edge of the swamp, then stepped on it lightly, and stepped over it with one step.She watched the little pink, fuzzy footstool sink into the swamp, and ran happily along the edge of the corridor to a door not far away, which she knew was hidden behind a tapestry.Slipped in and found George and Fred hiding behind the door, shaking with stifled laughter as Umbridge and Filch yelled.

"Brilliant," said Gwen softly, grinning. "It's amazing. Toads/toads should be in the mud."

George flipped over Gwen's left hand, which was ripped open and bleeding.His body trembled more and more, but now it was trembling with anger.

"How dare she do this to you?" George roared, pulling Gwen out.

"Don't confront her, George." Gwen stood still, "She's just waiting for you to come, especially after receiving the gift from the swamp."

George stopped and looked back at Gwen. "I'm going to take you back to get Mortra rat juice, that's the most important thing right now."

Gwen showed a moved expression. If Fred wasn't on the side, she really wanted to bite her boyfriend. He cared so much for her, like a heroic knight, saving herself from the old witch.

At this moment another knight shouted in a fuss: "Hey! Have you fallen into the water? Your robe is soaked, Gwen!"

Only then did Gwen remember that there was another important matter, "I'm sorry, George, there is a more important matter in front of me. Can you get me a crystal bottle?"

The twins carried strange things on them all the time, and George found a small empty bottle in a blink of an eye.

Gwen picked up the corner of the robe, pointed it at the mouth of the bottle, twisted his hands, and drips of black tea were poured into the bottle.Then she took off her gown in disgust and draped it over her hands, made sure George was covered with the cork, and then swayed pretentiously into George's arms.

"I'm hurt, you have to help me go back."

Fred endured and endured, swallowing a series of sarcastic words for the sake of No. 93 Diagon Alley.Suppressing the discomfort, Gwen twittered and praised the brothers' swamp.

"Genius, portable swamp—what a great idea." Gwen closed her eyes. "I will never forget the way Umbridge climbed up. Let me relive it for a while."

"After you were punished inhumanely by her?" George was a little annoyed, "Even after what potion she might have given you according to your description?"

"On the bright side," Fred said, overtaking them both, "now that Umbridge can no longer invite students to her office for tea—"

"—unless she learns how to swim in the swamp first," Gwen snickered, picking up Fred's words before George.

The Prelude to the Informant and the Famous Debut

Gwen probably had some guesses about what was added to Umbridge's black tea last time, but she didn't dare to make a conclusion for the time being.One, according to her deduction, it is difficult to prove the existence of Veritaserum at her current level, after all, this potion is colorless and tasteless.She also found it hard to believe that a professor - who was also the Deputy Minister of Magic - would use such a torture potion on an underage student.

If there was one person Gwen could turn to, it was Professor Snape, who was teaching her Advanced Potions.But Gwen felt his conscience and thought for a long time, thinking that the possibility of getting help from him was about as good as the eye of a needle, so he reluctantly hid the crystal bottle deep in the cabinet, and added a freezing spell, to avoid destruction of evidence.

It's just that everyone felt that Gwen was very straightforward that night.When Ginny was discussing Harry's emotional story with her late at night, Gwen was uncharacteristically, and instead of comforting Ginny, said directly: "I think he is a silly boy who doesn't understand love at all. I suggest you consider developing with him next year. Ginny. Now his heart is as dry as an elf's overbaked bread."

Ginny stared at Gwen in surprise with her beautiful eyes: "You said the day before yesterday that he treated me differently from others."

"Honestly, Ginny. You're his best friend's sister, and he probably never even thought about dating you." Gwen said while shaking her head, trying to hint at Ginny that she couldn't help herself now. Quick impulse. "On the contrary, I think Michael Corner is to you..."

Katie rushed to Gwen's bed and covered her mouth.

"She's got a fever and she's talking nonsense," Katie swore to Ginny.

The red-haired witch looked at Gwen suspiciously.The latter is acquiescing to Katie to bury herself in the quilt to prevent her from telling more unpleasant truths.

"Okay," Ginny didn't feel too sad, as if she thought it through better than anyone else. "I wanted to tell you that Hagrid sent Crookshanks and Gouzi back..."

The two cats disappeared weeks before Christmas.

"...and four kittens," said Ginny, "but they're all at Hermione's now."

Gwen