94 hp Diagon Alley

Tch, they never tire, never say the mundane stuff.They are dismissive of the mundane, but they long to burn like giant yellow Roman candles of mythology, long to explode, glowing blue in the blast like a planet slamming, awe-inspiring. "

Gwen understood why she was attracted to George Weasley, why she was fascinated by him.Some girls like to rescue bad boys, but she is like a child waiting for surprises in the dark, chasing dazzling fireworks persistently.

"Good," said Gwen to herself, "I believe now that little wizards are the best hope."

Gwen reluctantly "healed" after three days in the school hospital, Professor McGonagall didn't seem to approve of some of her methods, but the no-nonsense dean assured Gwen that Umbridge couldn't hurt her anymore Every penny.The tightly combed witch also regretfully informed Gwen: "Since the tablecloth is the public property of Hogwarts, we must return it to the elves."

But Gwen saw a banner on the bulletin board of the Gryffindor tower, the original gold letters were sprinkled with shiny gold powder, exuding a warm and bright light-"Hogwarts is always precious and free".Gwen pulled it twice, and found that the banner had been permanently pasted, and it would be permanently pasted on the ancient wall of the castle just like Mrs. Black in Grimmauld Place.

Katie and Ginny warmly welcomed Gwen back to the girls' dormitory, and Angelina also visited her, reminding Gwen that if she is healthy, she will be needed for the Quidditch final between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

The story of Fred and George's flight to freedom was retold countless times over the next few days, and Gwen dared to say that it would soon become part of Hogwarts lore.A week later, even the eyewitnesses at the scene were somewhat convinced that they had seen the twins swoop down on Umbridge on broomsticks, hurl several dung bombs at her, and fly out of the gate.As a direct consequence of their departure, there has been an upsurge in talk of imitating them.It's not uncommon to hear students say things like, "Honestly, sometimes I just want to hop on my broomstick and get out of this place." Or, "One more class like this, and I might have to Be a Weasley for once."

Probably no one will soon forget Fred and George.First off, they don't say how to get rid of the several swamps that now fill the castle.Gritting his teeth with rage, Filch took over the task of ferrying the students across the swamp in the gondola to their classrooms.Gwen believed that teachers like McGonagall and Flitwick could eliminate the surviving whoosh-boom of the moor and castle in the blink of an eye, yet they seemed more than happy to watch Umbridge waste his efforts there.

Then there were the two large broomstick-shaped holes in Umbridge's office door, which Fred and George's Sweep had punched in as they raced to reunite with their master.Filch fitted her with a new door, and moved Harry's Firebolt/Arrow into the basement, where rumor has it that Umbridge placed an armed troll guard to guard the Firebolt/Arrow .However, her troubles were far from over.

Inspired by the example of Fred and George, there is now a large body of students vying for the newly vacated seat of troublemaker.Despite the new door, someone had managed to sneak a long, furry snuffed Niffler into Umbridge's office.It immediately made a mess of the office, looking for something shiny, and jumped on Umbridge, trying to bite off a few rings off her stubby fingers.Dung bombs and stink bombs were thrown into the corridors one after another, and it became the new fashion for students to chant bubble head curses to themselves after class, which ensured their own fresh air, but also made them look weird. It's like turning a goldfish bowl upside down on your head.

With a riding whip in his hand, Filch wandered around the corridor, eager to catch those troublemakers, but the problem was that there were so many of them right now that he didn't know which direction to look for them at all.The investigative action team wanted to help him, but strange things happened to their members.Wallington of the Slytherin Quidditch team is said to have been in the school hospital with a horrible skin disease that looked like he was covered in cornflakes.Pansy Parkinson grew horns over the next few days and missed all classes.

Now, it's pretty clear how much Fred and George had sold before they left Hogwarts.No sooner had Umbridge entered his classroom than the students in it began to pass out, vomit, develop severe fevers, or squirt nosebleeds from both nostrils.Screaming in exasperation, she tried to track down the source of these mysterious illnesses, but the students insisted on telling her that she had "Umbridge Syndrome", a guess that was justified by the original patient Gwen.After four classes of solitary confinement, unable to uncover their secrets, she had to throw in the towel, allowing bleeding, passed out, and vomiting students to leave her classroom in droves.

But even those students who used skipping candies were no match for Peeves, the master of trouble, who seemed to take Fred's parting words to heart.Shouting wild laughter, he flew across the school, overturning tables, bursting from blackboards, overturning statues and vases; It was still howling loudly when it was rescued.Peeves smashed lanterns, extinguished candles, juggled burning torches over screaming students, pushed neatly stacked parchments into the fire or out the window; All the taps, soaking the entire third floor, throwing a pack of tarantulas into the middle of the auditorium at breakfast time.Whenever he wanted to pause, he would spend hours chasing after Umbridge, laughing loudly whenever she spoke.

With the exception of Filch, no one on the staff seemed to be actively helping Umbridge.In fact, a week after Fred and George left, Harry claimed to have seen Professor McGonagall walking right by Peeves, who was trying to unscrew a chandelier that Harry could Swear, he himself heard Professor McGonagall say to the mischievous Peeves from the corner of his mouth, "Should be twisted the other way."

"Oh, I never want to graduate." Gwen said in a daze after hearing Harry's description, and then advertised to the students around her in a low voice, "Look at the new products of Weasley's joke shop, they imported stealth cigarettes from Peru /Fog/Bombs - neither fluorescent flashes nor flames can penetrate."

"Can we use it on the court?" Ron gnawed on a chicken leg with a sad face.

"First of all, it's a foul. Also, Ronald, did it occur to your little brain that Gryffindor players would be disturbed as well?" Hermione took a deep breath and said patiently to Ron.

"I mean, I can't be any worse, can I?" Ron said seriously to Harry and Hermione. "There's nothing to lose now, right?"

"Don't worry, Ron." Gwen patted Ron's shoulder with a trembling hand. "I assure you, this is the first and last time I'll play Quidditch - maybe Malfoy will write me a song." Then she was almost dragged off to the field by Katie and Ginny.

"You know," she said a little later, as Hermione and Harry walked down to the pitch with the ecstatic crowd, "I think Ron might have done a better job without Fred and George around. The two of them Never encouraged him much."

Luna Lovegood walked in front of them, with a live lion cub squatting on top of her head.It was actually a kitten of Crookshanks, with a ring of mighty curls around his neck.She walked past a group of giggling, pointing Slytherins calmly, "Hi, Harry, Hermione. It's a pity that Cho lost the last game, I had a big eagle ready. "

Harry hadn't forgotten this, but he just snorted.

They found seats at the top of the stands.It was a cloudless day, and Ron couldn't have asked for a better day, and Harry found himself hoping against hope that Ron wouldn't give the Slytherins another chance to sing in unison. "Weasley is our king".

Lee Jordan was the game commentator as usual, his head down since Fred and George left.As the two teams sprinted onto the field, he called out the players' names, but with less enthusiasm than usual.

Gwen was so nervous that she couldn't breathe, especially her team uniform was a little tight, and Katie had to pinch Gwen's neck over and over again to persuade her to relax.After Mrs. Hooch whistled, all the team members put their feet on the ground and flew into the sky.

"They took off!" said Lee. "Eck got the Quaffle right away, and he was the Chaser in place of the sick Montague—I heard the big guy had a brain injury, and he flashed Johnson, he flashed Bell, he dodged Spinnet again, and he went straight for the goal! He was going to shoot—and—and—" Lee swore loudly, "and he scored."

Gwen wailed on the broom and, as expected, the Slytherins from the other side of the stand began to chant: "That little Weasley fool, he can't block a ball..."

But her attention was quickly drawn to the rampage of Bludgers on the field, and the troll-like Crabbe and Goyle were trying to attack Ginny.Malfoy with blond hair on the other side flew to a high place to watch