94 hp Diagon Alley

He poked Ron in the side and tipped his head towards Percy, and Ron understood immediately.

"Going upstairs—we're a little tired," he said.The two squeezed toward the door on the other side of the room, which led to a spiral staircase to their bedroom. "Good night," Harry called back to Hermione, who was as sullen as Percy.

Also grimacing was Miss Ollivander, who thought she had eaten hallucinogenic mushrooms to worry about the twins, and the two worried-looking bastards were only sorry they didn't drive along.An exasperated Gwen pulled Ginny back to the girls' dormitory, leaving a group of Gryffindor heartless men to party in the common room.

The next day, Gwen's bad taste was greatly satisfied.As soon as she poured herself a full glass of milk, she heard the noise of owls flying over her head like a cloud.To be cautious, Gwen drank the milk in one gulp and cleared the table in front of her.Immediately afterwards, a big gray guy fell into Hermione's jug.Suddenly, milk and feathers splashed all over them.

"Errol!" cried Ron, pulling the wet owl out with its talons.Errol was sprawled on the table with his legs out in the air and a soggy red envelope in his mouth.

Neville said in horror that it was a Howler letter, and blocked his ears with his fingers.Sure enough, a loud noise filled the entire auditorium, shaking off the dust on the ceiling.

"Ronald Weasley!

...stolen the car, I wouldn't be surprised if they fired you, see what I do with you then.You probably never thought about how your father and I felt when we found out that the car was gone... Your father almost died of shame when he received Dumbledore's letter last night.We worked so hard to bring you up, we didn't expect you to do something like this, you and Harry almost lost their lives... It's so annoying, your dad will be censored at work, it's all your fault.If you don't follow the rules again, we will bring you back immediately!"

It was Mrs. Weasley's shout, a hundred times longer than usual, making the plates and spoons on the table rattle, and the echoes from the four stone walls were deafening.Gwen even remembered the mandrake she learned in herbal medicine class in second grade, and the impact was evident.I heard that Mrs. Weasley also wrote a letter criticizing the twins because of their 'inappropriate' holiday, which led to Harry and Ron's dangerous action.Apart from Harry and the Weasleys for this breakfast, Gwen felt that everyone else was in a good mood.

Ron's wand broke again.Gwen learned the news from Fred. It seems that in order to be more prominent than their younger brother, the twins have some outrageous little plans at the beginning of this semester.Fred also said that Ron's wand now smells like rotten eggs when he casts a spell.He borrowed some magic tape to mend the wand, but it seemed to be failing, crackling and sparking now and then.

After Transfiguration class, Ron came to Gwen pitifully, hoping that she would save his wand.It was almost broken in two, the upper end was pulled down, and only a few strands of wood were connected.Gwen's eyelids twitched.

"It's hopeless, Ron, this wand is about to turn into a Nearly Headless Nick." She carefully stuck the magic tape back on, fearing that she might tear the last bit of wood. "I'm not kidding. Not only is the branch broken, but the core is broken. The wand has suffered such damage that there is no way, as far as I know, to repair it."

Gwen returned the wand to Ron, "I'm sorry, Ron. I even advised you not to use magic indiscriminately. I don't know what the consequences of using this wand are. Maybe you should ask Percy how to behave, but May Mrs Weasley promise to buy you a new wand."

After her first Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Gwen had to keep Katie in check and keep her from doing something stupid.The girl was almost in love with her professor.

Gwen, who returned to the common room, accidentally discovered the Weasley twins who were meeting for a meeting. After confirming that they hadn't started doing bad things (without bringing themselves), Gwen sat with them and continued the meeting with peace of mind.

"I don't even know which one is worse, Professor Lockhart or Professor Quirrell." Gwen looked at a stack of textbooks resentfully, "He just smiles stupidly, and I can even see his back molars. He It also took a class time to test whether we knew what colors he liked."

"I promise you, Gwen, he does the same thing in first class every year. Come to think of it, we're all in fourth grade and reciting like befuddled witches on a love potion His experience?" George trembled three times as if he was frightened by something.

"Katie just fell in love with him, I mean, Professor Lockhart is really good looking. But we can't rely on the reflection of our teeth to blind the enemy when we are attacked. Hopefully he will teach us how to deal with hags in the future and ghouls."

"If you want to deal with ghouls, we have one upstairs," said Fred. "Aside from being a little ugly, he grunts every day. George and I were thinking about using it instead of Ron..."

"...At that time Ron would only be moaning anyway." George nodded.

Immediately, Gwen lost interest in ghouls and started talking to her research partner about something to invent this term.

"What if Professor Lockhart is a dark wizard like Quirrell? Should we do something to test him?" Gwen listed a few items on the parchment.

"Dye his hair green?" Fred glanced. "Are you a first-year Gwen? It's better than being bald."

"Dye his teeth yellow?" George also took a look. "I see. You want to turn Lockhart into a second Snape."

Gwen crossed out a few lines fiercely, "Forget it, the possibility of us encountering bad professors for two consecutive years is very low. I'd better consider a new invention."

After the second Defense Against the Dark Arts class, the Gryffindor common room.

Gwen, whose hair was messed up like a broom, brushed her hair with Katie and yelled viciously, "I take back what I said last week. Hogwarts has hired unreliable professors for two consecutive years!"

The twins watched the little witches like two monkeys catching lice with great interest, and then decided to listen carefully to what good things happened today.

"Lockhart - don't make me call him the Professor - what a embroidered pillow, Cornish elf? I haven't been afraid of a swarm of mosquitos since I was five, you should hear him say: 'Magic The most evil and terrifying thing the world has ever known'. Did he think he was dealing with Voldemort?"

Katie was ripped off two hairs by Gwen's not-so-gentle technique, and gasped, "But he cast a new spell, don't say that, Gwen."

"Okay, okay, if you call 'Peschipixi Pestnomie' a new spell, I even suspect it's a lyric, after all, it doesn't work at all, right? Ouch!" Gwen was also pulled away With two cuts of hair, she lowered her head tearfully, "I won't speak ill of him, Katie, at least in front of you."

After her lost little sister returned to the dormitory with a smile on her face, Gwen grabbed the twins like a wild dog (?) and continued what she just said.

"That toothy wizard who ran away during class asked Katie and me to help him clean up the mess. We caught a whole 46 Cornish elves - 46 of them - and Katie was Willingly, I almost vomited old blood in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Then Peeves would laugh at me, a student who was pissed to death in the classroom by the professor!"

"Relax, Gwen." George patted her on the back lightly, "Big Weasleys will avenge you. If he can teach at Hogwarts for a year in peace." Then Fred gave He gave him a half-smile look, and George pretended not to see it.

"Just hope he stops making fun of elves, I was even thinking about making a cage, and it would be better to suck all the messy things in the house straight into it!"

"Then you might cage our dear professor together," Fred said earnestly, reaching out to pinch his brother, "in case he's not as magical as a Cornish elf?"

Brats and Big Baldheads

Hogsmeade week in the third year was what Gwen was looking forward to the most. Before school started, she made an appointment with Katie to go to the Three Broomsticks to drink a cup of hot butterbeer.She also promised Fred and George to go to Zuko's joke shop together to find inspiration for this year's new invention.

Early on Saturday morning, however, the Weasley twins were dragged out of their beds by Oliver Wood, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.Even Katie is woken by Wood on a broomstick knocking on a window from outside the tower.

"This wood, actually knocked on the window of the girls' dormitory!" Katie, with her fluffy blond hair, opened the curtains and bared her teeth viciously towards the outside.

Gwen squinted and looked out the window. The pink and pale gold sky was covered with a thin layer of mist, and the sound of Wood's broom was more terrifying than the loudest owl.Ginny also opened her eyes, and Gwen felt that the nervous first-year girl was even more dazed.

"Oliver," Katie complained, "it's just dawn." "That's right," said the tall, stocky sixth grader, now with a frenzied gleam in his eyes, "this is part of our new training program. Hurry up." Hurry up, take your broomstick." Wood said eagerly, "The other teams haven't started training yet, we're going to grab first place this year..." Katie hugged her chest, signaling that she was in her pajamas and needed to change her team uniform . "Good boy," said Wood, "in a quarter of an hour