94 hp Diagon Alley

Leave Diagon Alley free from Death Eaters.But cheating always hurts. "

Gwen shook her head, she didn't want to meet Dumbledore's eyes, for she was afraid that she would soon be impressed by the old man's sincerity and forgive him.

"Did they hurt him?" Gwen sniffled.

"No, as far as I know. Voldemort wishes to obtain some very valuable information from Ollivander." Dumbledore crossed his fingers, and one of his index fingers was dry and charred, as if the meat on it had been charred.

"Would Garrick be in danger if he didn't get the information he wanted?" Gwen thought of the female Death Eater, Bellatrix's usual trick, the terrible Cruciatus Curse.

Dumbledore did not speak. Obviously, he was unwilling to deceive his students again, but his silence was not good news.

"Once he finds out he doesn't get what he wants, or once he gets it, Garrick is useless, right?" Gwen whimpered.

This time Dumbledore didn't answer directly either, but he spoke up, "We'll bring him back before things go bad, Gwen." Seemingly feeling that the promise wasn't enough, the old man with the white beard added, "I and A 'partner' made a small deal to keep Garrick safe."

Hearing that Gwen's clenched teeth relaxed a little, she thought for a full 3 minutes.He suddenly raised his head and looked at Dumbledore, "Is he in Malfoy? Headmaster."

Dumbledore was a little surprised, his beard trembled, "Garrick once complained to me that you were too sensitive, maybe I should know you from the Crouch matter, Gwen. But I can't disclose more information."

"I see," said Gwen impatiently, "so Mr. Malfoy is indeed on our side? Do you think he can be trusted, Professor?"

Dumbledore looked straight into Gwen's silvery eyes through the half-moon lens, "Some people, I can trust wholeheartedly, and even entrust my life. Some people, compared to trust, their interests are their best friend."

"Obviously, Malfoy is the latter," Gwen said thoughtfully.

"I noticed that you are a little different from your friends," Dumbledore put on a little smile, and leaned back on the sofa, "Gwen, you don't seem to have any malice towards Professor Snape. So I Think you can trust Malfoy as well."

"That's because I have one more reference to wizards than they do—the wand." Gwen thought of Harry and Ron's evaluation of the old bat with a bit of a smile, "For example, Professor Snape, the birch tree is holy, I don't Know what the core of his wand is. But Professor, as long as he's still using that wand for a day, he can't be considered a complete villain- although I can also find dozens of Gryffindors who don't like him. Reason. On the contrary, with all due respect, Headmaster." Gwen buttoned a hole in the sofa anxiously, "I don't know much about Malfoy. According to my observation, Draco Malfoy was taught by his father to be How can I trust a little bastard who bullies his classmates all day long? Even if it’s just an ally.”

Dumbledore did not agree with Gwen's evaluation, "As the headmaster of Hogwarts, I think I have a certain understanding of the students. I assure you - this is my second guarantee - Gwen .Draco Malfoy is not like his father, he has a good soul. Forgive the experience of an old man, but it is out of trust in Draco that I agreed to this transaction."

Gwen lowered her head and thought for a long time, extremely reluctant to accept Dumbledore's words, so she could only ask the next question.

"May I keep the shop open, Professor?"

"Ah," said Dumbledore, not too surprised, "permit me to ask a question, Gwen. Will you finish your studies at Hogwarts?"

Gwen hesitated, "Of course."

"Then my answer is yes, at least before school starts." Dumbledore exchanged a cup of hot tea for Gwen, "forgive me, Hogwarts let go of two gifted students this year, so that I have to All businesses in Diagon Alley are on guard."

"Do you think if I stay here, the mysterious person will—"

"You can call him Voldemort, Gwen, his name isn't terrible."

"—well, being captured by Voldemort to threaten Garrick, like Sirius—I mean, would Ollivander be history if he said what Voldemort wanted in advance Sinner..." Gwen looked serious.

Dumbledore looked into the distance, and he looked a little sad, "After what happened with Sirius, I think Voldemort should understand that we are on our guard. The good news is, Gwen, what Voldemort wants to know is Things are not so urgent yet, so he doesn't need to arrest a little girl to threaten Garrick for the time being, and your grandfather is also a determined wizard. The most important thing is," he looked at Gwen with concern as an elder, "Garrick kind of took the initiative. So if we don't want to, no one can take you from here."

Gwen almost shed tears when she heard grandpa's name, held back and held back, and finally held her breath and said to the old principal in front of her, "I have no other questions, professor. I don't think I have the ability to keep more secrets."

With that wise, relieved look on Dumbledore's face again, he left Gwen there, and went downstairs to perform a few exceptionally complex ancient spells in the wand shop.Then disappear into the green hearth flames.

After a while, a tall boy with red hair came up and squatted in front of Gwen.

"Do you want to talk?" He tried to keep his voice soft.

Gwen shook her head numbly.

"Is there anything we can do?" George asked again.

Gwen continued to shake her head with a wry smile, "No, George. I'm going to pretend that nothing happened now, and continue to live my life step by step."

"Okay." George said cautiously, "Tonks said you didn't sleep all night, now listen to your boyfriend and go to sleep for a while." Then he didn't wait for Gwen to refuse, he directly carried Gwen back to her room In the bedroom, covered Gwen with a fluffy blanket, and stuffed the dog at her feet.He even got distracted and changed into a small soft stool and sat by Gwen's bed, which meant that she would not leave until she slept.

In fact, George was thinking too much. Gwen completely relaxed her vigilance the moment he appeared on the second floor. Now she was lying on the soft bed, her upper and lower eyelids were fighting, and within 2 minutes there was a long breathing sound. Fell asleep.

Hours later, Gwen wakes up from a nightmare.She dreamed that Voldemort was torturing Garrick with a hot iron.It was just as wet and cold today, and she went down the stairs to find George in a funny apron busy in Ollivander's shabby little kitchen.

"Hey," George noticed her, "you need something to eat."

"Did you know that's my apron?" Gwen asked, pointing to his too-short red apron with a big gold bow.

"But I have no other choice, right?" George brought her a bowl of pumpkin soup and kissed her forehead lightly.

After staring at Gwen stuffing a bowl of soup and a piece of dry bread, George waved his wand with confidence, and the dirty plates, knives and forks jumped into the sink by themselves, obediently cleaning themselves.

Gwen couldn't help being amazed. "You are more proficient in household magic than I am."

George didn't intend to let her go, so he used his bright eyes and worried expression to affect Gwen.

Gwen sighed helplessly, "I don't know how much I can tell you. In short, Garrick was taken by the Death Eaters, but he is still alive, and Dumbledore assured me that he will be safe for a while." .”

"For a while?" George raised an eyebrow, like a very angry Fred. "How to ensure his safety?"

Gwen lay on the dining table and wailed, "I want to know too..."

"Then what do you do?" George folded his hands in front of his chest. "Move to the joke store. Fred and I can at least protect you."

"Thank you for your kindness, but I have to look at the store before school starts," Gwen said guiltily.

"Stop making trouble." George almost slapped the table, "After Mr. Ollivander was kidnapped from Diagon Alley? Will Voldemort and the Death Eaters just watch the wand shop continue to operate?"

"Dumbledore said it's safe here." Gwen insisted, straightening her neck.

George's hair was flying up, "He doesn't have time for you, Gwen. He still has to protect Harry, and he has Feng—" George swallowed those words abruptly, "And I think your life is more important than anything else at the moment." All important."

"But wands—what do people do when they want to buy wands?" Gwen asked lightly.

"Go find another wandmaker," George blurted out without thinking, and immediately realized that he had fallen into a trap that Gwen had set.

"You're humiliating me, George." Gwen crossed her arms and looked at George triumphantly. "As long as there is one Ollivander left, the wands of British wizards will have to be sold from No. 1 Diagon Alley."

Then she moved the chair next to George, and wrapped his long arms around her shoulders, leaning against George's arms like a wronged and fragile beast. "Honey, why don't you think about it for me, what does the mysterious man want from my grandpa?"

"Missing any wand?" George asked sullenly. "Perhaps he wants a monopoly on wands?"

Gwen felt that this was outrageous, "It seems that there is no missing a wand, why? Do you think Voldemort does not allow little wizards to buy wands?"

"If he's related to Umbridge in any way - I'm a big fan of that