94 hp Diagon Alley

In front of Uncle Vernon, he stopped and said cheerfully, "You should still remember me, I'm Arthur Weasley."

Harry would be shocked if Uncle Vernon didn't remember Weasley, who had nearly destroyed the entire drawing room of the Dursleys' house by himself two years ago.Sure enough, Uncle Vernon's face darkened, he stared at Mr. Weasley viciously, and didn't say a word, partly because the Dursleys were smaller than them, only one pair of two.Aunt Petunia looked frightened and embarrassed, and continued to look around, as if afraid of being seen with such a person by acquaintances.At the same time, Dudley seemed to be trying to shrink his body, to appear smaller, but his efforts were in vain.

"We thought it necessary to talk to you briefly about Harry," said Weasley, still smiling. "That's right," growled Moody, "about his treatment with you."

Uncle Vernon's beard was bristling with rage.Perhaps the bowler hat gave him the illusion that he was dealing with a man like himself, and he said to Moody, "I don't know what our family business has to do with you—"

"I think there could be several books written about what you don't know, Dursley," growled Moody.

"Stop talking so much, that's not our point," Tonks put in, her pink hair seeming to annoy Aunt Petunia more than anyone else's put together, because she closed her eyes and didn't even look at her, "The point is, if we find out that you mistreated Harry—"

"—please don't make such a mistake, we'll get the exact news," added Lupine cheerfully.

"That's right," said Mr. Weasley, "even if you don't let Harry use the - words -"

"Phone," Hermione corrected him softly.

"—yes, if we got word that Porter had been abused, no matter how abused, we would have responded," Moody said.

Uncle Vernon was puffing with anger, and his anger seemed to outweigh his fear of these eccentrics. "Are you threatening me, sir?" he said aloud, causing heads of passers-by to turn.

"Yes, I was threatening you," said Mad-Eye, as if he were especially pleased that Uncle Vernon had realized it so quickly.

"Do I look like the type to be threatened?" cried Uncle Vernon.

"Oh..." said Moody, pulling back his bowler hat to reveal his fierce, ever-moving magic eye.Uncle Vernon jumped back in fright, crashing hard into a luggage cart. "Yes, I have to say that's who you are, Dursley."

He ignored him and turned to face Harry.

"So, Potter... just call us if you need us. If we don't hear from you for three days in a row, we'll send someone..."

Aunt Petunia was whimpering pitifully, for obvious reasons, as she wondered what the neighbors would say if they saw these people walking the garden path... "Goodbye, Potter, then." Moody said, pausing for a moment to pinch Harry's shoulder with a tangled hand.

"Take care, Harry," Lupine said softly, "keep in touch. Don't worry about Sirius, me and... Kreacher... will take care of him."

"Harry, we'll get you out of here as soon as possible." Mrs. Weasley put her arms around Harry again and whispered in his ear.

"We'll see each other soon, buddy, in just two weeks," said Ron eagerly, shaking Harry's hand.

"It will be soon, Harry," said Hermione sincerely. "We promise."

Harry nodded.Seeing them standing there, beside him, somehow he couldn't think of words to tell them what it meant to him.He just smiled, waved them goodbye, and turned and walked out of the station, down the sunny street, with Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley hurrying after him.

"Let's go." Ron said to his parents and brothers, looking reluctantly at Harry's figure fading away.

"What are you talking about, Ron?" Fred grinned. "We just passed by to take a look at you, business is too busy."

"To be precise," George held Gwen's arm with his hand without luggage, "We're here to help Garrick pick Gwen back to Diagon Alley."

summer of [-]

It was still mid-July, and London was already filled with cold fog.

"This is very wrong, very abnormal..." Gwen said, twirling a shaved quill in the tip of her finger.

Old Garrick, too, has been restless lately, and he doesn't even allow Gwen to unpack the bags he brought back from school. "Because you are not allowed to visit other people's homes during the holidays."

"I told you I wouldn't," Gwen said firmly. "I'm too busy. I have to polish the wands in the shop every day, and I have to go to the Weasleys to help-hell, why do they have to put the outside The walls are painted purple and orange - and I'm going to 'sneak' at apparating!"

"Gwen, it's not a shame to pass three exams, I knew from the day you were sorted into Gryffindor—" Mr. Ollivander said with his hands behind his back, shaking his head.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa. I didn't get sorted into Ravenclaw." Gwen rolled her eyes. "But what I'm saying is, I don't need to go anywhere else this summer," she said cautiously.

Old Garrick looked worried at the mist outside the window, and it took him a while to say, "I'm not sure, Gwen. I hope to have a good time here with you, too."

Gwen frowned, feeling that things were going in a bad direction.But it's always like that with grown-ups, who want to keep their children safe in their nests, thinking it's best if they don't know the truth of the matter.She shook her head, and after arranging lunch for Garrick, she carried a large package and walked towards the other end of Diagon Alley.

The fronts of the surrounding shops were darkened and buried by notices, while the windows of Fred and George caught the eye like a pyrotechnic display.Ordinary passers-by couldn't help turning their heads to look at the window, and a few people were so shocked that they stopped in their tracks, looking obsessed.The window to the left is colorful and filled with wares, twitches, flashes, jumps and screams.

Two tall, thin, red-haired store managers were standing in the doorway, bickering.

"I should be the model," said Fred. "Obviously, I'm the more handsome of us."

"Get out of the way, buddy, your high cheekbones hurt my eyes." George attacked viciously. "My nose line is smoother. Using my face as a signboard will attract more witches."

Gwen sneered, "Gentlemen, with all due respect, there is no difference between you two." She shoved the package in George's arms firmly, "My dear, did I hear wrong? You want to attract who?"

Fred was laughing with his stomach in his arms, and forced Gwen to admit that he was better looking than his brothers.

Gwen looked at the signboard of the Weasley's Wizard Wheezes shop with a complicated face-a giant puppet head with dazzling red hair was taking off his hat to every passerby rhythmically and slowly.

"Believe me, all residents of the wizarding world can tell this is your shop at a glance. And it's conspicuous enough..."

"It's not enough." Fred squeezed his chin and looked at the window full of products, "Lack of some little humor."

"How about putting up a poster of a new product?" George weighed the package in his arms, struggling to free one hand to use his wand.A roll of paper jumped out of the shop, stretched itself, and crawled to the window by itself.

It was a huge poster, purple like those of the Ministry of Magic notices, but printed in big bright yellow letters:

[Why are you worried about the mysterious man?

you should care

Constipation Ren——

The feeling of constipation afflicts the Chinese people! 】

Gwen laughed for a long time at first, and then said with a bitter face that she suddenly lost her appetite.But she still pushed two people into the store, barely found an open space, and the three of them sat on the ground and ate the lunch brought by Gwen.

A young witch with short blond hair poked her head from behind the curtain, wearing a magenta shop robe like the twins.

"There's a customer outside who wants the cauldron of jokes, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley," she said.

"Okay, Verity, I'll be right here." Fred said immediately, patted the bread crumbs on his body and got up.And winked at George like he and Gwen were up to something bad here.

George looked at Gwen with bright eyes.

The witch of Ollivander's family had a dry mouth, and carefully took a sip of black tea from the teacup that could only bite off her nose. "So, how is Harry? Still at his Muggle uncle's?"

George laughed angrily, "It's so disappointing, it's just the two of us, and you actually ask me how other boys are doing?"

Gwen sighed, snapped her fingers and said, "It's been ten days of vacation, and I come here to play with you every day."

George secretly moved his butt towards Gwen, "You underestimate yourself. You can say that you come to help us work every day." He took a bite of Gwen's bread, his cheeks were bulging, "At least tidy up Three shelves."

Gwen dodged the fangs of the teacup again, "You're welcome, it's a great experience from 17 years of living in a wand shop. If you follow Garrick's standards, you don't even need a warehouse, just stuff them all on the shelves—"

"We don't want customers to be in danger in the store." Frey