94 hp Diagon Alley

Guess - he might ban the sale of wands to half-blood or double-breed wizards, so people can't use magic. said George gravely. "And what will you do then?" "

"At that time, my boyfriend who hates oppression and stands up to fight will tell me some special channels." Gwen felt a little cold just by imagining, "If such a day really happens, we should almost have a fight with them."

George blew on the hair that covered his eyes. "I hope You-Know-Who isn't so boring. I think he might be because of the last Triwizard Tournament and Harry's wand—remember what Harry said?"

"Oh," Gwen covered her face dejectedly, "Damn twin wand cores." In Gwen's opinion, this was originally the ultimate weapon that Harry would not lose to Voldemort, and the Dark Lord probably thought so, So he turned to a wand expert to help him with this obstacle.

That night, Tonks reappeared at Ollivander's front door and chased away George, who was trying to stay overnight.

"Boy, I live here at night." Tonks's gray hair startled George, "Please tell Molly for me, I can't visit the Burrow these days." She turned her head and said Gwen said, "Don't worry, Mad-Eye is patrolling the neighborhood too."

"I thought Lupine—" Gwen was a little puzzled, but she really didn't want to sleep alone in an empty wand shop.

"He hasn't returned yet, but another 'guardian' has." Tonks said cryptically. "Dumbledore wants us to observe in Diagon Alley for a week. If there are any hidden dangers, I'm afraid Ollivander will have to temporarily suspend business."

At night, Tonks insisted on a camp bed in Gwen's bedroom, which she seemed used to living in.Gwen wanted to put all the quilts in the house for her, for fear that the springs would bite her bones.

"You take me for the Princess and the Pea from a Muggle fairy tale." Tonks said, touching the thick mattress.

It was late at night, and Gwen was lying on the bed looking at the old ceiling, on which she drew several star charts learned in astronomy class.There is a dark constellation in the middle, south of the southern sky constellation Antares, and north of Rhododendron.Garrick helped Gwen draw it one day when he was passing by, "You forgot the phoenix, Gwen. They can regenerate from the ashes of their own cremation. In the southern hemisphere, every spring night, people can see this hundred birds." The king of birds leads cuckoos, peacocks, swallows and cranes to fly in the night sky."

Gwen blinked, turned over and said, "Tonks, can I join the Order of the Phoenix when I come of age?"

Tonks didn't know what to think, and she didn't sleep. "I think so, Gwen. Fred and George are planning to do so, but Molly doesn't seem to allow it yet..."

"I'm going to be an adult in a month," Gwen said. "I don't think there's a guardian who can stop me then."

It took Donkston a moment to recover, "But you were still in school, Gwen."

"Yeah," Gwen said dully, pulling the quilt over her head, "Voldemort doesn't care if we're students or not. I can ask them to give me some tasks that I can do at Hogwarts."

Tonks stopped talking. Of course she didn't believe that the Order of the Phoenix put a non-graduating student in danger.

Gwen was still tossing and turning under the covers.She felt that too many things had happened this year.Last summer Voldemort came back, and in autumn they ushered in a professor who was more terrifying than Death Eaters.This year her boyfriend dropped out of Hogwarts, and then she and her friends fought Voldemort's lackeys at the Ministry of Magic, and Harry somehow lost his godfather.Now Garrick has been taken captive. He is old, he can't eat well, he can't live well, and he may be tortured by the Unforgivable Curse at any time.And her only hope was pinned on that old Malfoy who was as slippery as a loach.Gwen didn't need to use his brain to know that once the old Malfoy family was threatened by Voldemort, Garrick would definitely be the first one he gave up on.

If these are the pains that must be experienced growing up, Gwen hopes that she can stay before the fifth grade forever.

But like she told George, she didn't have time for grief.Ollivanders may seem like a small wand shop, but in some ways, they are also an important member of the wizarding world.Once the wizards see that even Ollivander's wand shop is controlled by the You-Know-Who side, how can the residents be expected to fight him?If Hogwarts is the reassurance of the wizarding world, and the colorful joke shops in the dim Diagon Alley are a booster, then Ollivander before school starts is the best timely rain for little wizards.

No matter how insecure Gwen was about her wand knowledge, it turned out she had to do her best to be Ollivander's boss when pushed into position.

It took Diagon Alley almost a day for the news of the old Ollivander's disappearance to spread, so that Gwen received condolences from neighbors for several days in a row.Until Florin was missing down the street too, and the windows of the ice cream shop were boarded up.Most of the shops in Diagon Alley closed one by one.

"Florin is such a good person." Gwen just sent away a customer, perhaps because she was not skilled in business, every little customer had to try at least ten wands in the store to be selected by the most suitable one.She complained to George, who was leaning against the door, "I'm too bad. If it's Garrick, five wands at most, he'll find out what suits the guest. I even misremembered that lady's wand core just now—"

"The parents are thankful to see that Ollivander is still open." George took out a flattened bread from his arms. "Also, I agree, Florin is such a good person."

Gwen waved him in, it was noon and there were no other guests.She closed the door tightly, and put up the temporary rest sign. "You don't have to come here every day, George. I can see how good your business is, and Fred will be mad at you."

"It was he who persuaded me to stay with you." George helped put away the few wands he took out just now. "He is also very worried about you."

Gwen smiled reassuringly, remembering Florin's disappearance again. "I don't understand. Death Eaters are also interested in ice cream?"

George shrugged his shoulders and poured some fragrant milk into Gwen's tea, "We went home for dinner yesterday, and Bill said that Florin might know something that he shouldn't know—oh, that hibiscus is also at home."

"Florin's got no interest in anything but quirky flavors of ice cream—other than silly adventures and unsolved mysteries." Gwen sliced ​​an apple in half and stuffed it into George's hand. "When I was little I always listened to He tells stories to little wizards in his shop, the fountain of luck, the Philosopher's stone, and all kinds of treasures."

George and Gwen looked at each other, and both felt that each other's ideas were really ridiculous.Simply forget about it, and talk about Harry and Sirius with the help of the protective magic set by Dumbledore.

"Ron said two Mondays, and Dumbledore picked up Harry from Whinging."

"Personally?" Gwen was a little surprised, "I thought it was the same as last time—"

"Personally, and frightened those Muggles." George smiled gloatingly. "Ron said Dumbledore asked Harry to help convince a retired old teacher to come back to work. His name was Horace Slughorn."

"I hope he has more real talents than Lockhart and Umbridge." Gwen forked an apple, "Can you believe it? All these years, my Defense Against the Dark Arts is only from Lupine, Crouch and Harry Leigh learned something. But why is Fleur in your house?"

"She and Bill are deeply in a love that pleases each other and disgusts others." George seemed to choke, "They're engaged." After speaking, he stared at Gwen with burning eyes.

"That's fast enough. No wonder Molly gave up trying to persuade Tonks to be a guest." Gwen didn't realize it.

"You should listen to your mother's comment, 'It's all because the mysterious man has returned, and everyone is in panic, and there is a feeling of precarity. Therefore, things that need time to think about are all made in a hurry. The last time That's how it was when You-Know-Who was in power, and people eloped everywhere—', in fact she eloped with her dad, too, 'but your dad and I were made for each other, so what are you waiting for?'" George went on the offensive .

"So the phlegm that Ginny said in Stretch's ear that day..." Gwen found this gossip very interesting.

"That's her." George looked back a little regretfully, "Ginny doesn't like her very much—no one in the family likes her now."

"Probably because she's French." Gwen imagined a beautiful witch with long silver hair mixed with red hair at a table, and she asked Bill to pass her a fish soup in English with a sexy French accent, and kissed Every Weasley cheek, and presumably all Englishmen, would be annoyed.

"Don't be sarcastic, Gwen. If you spend a few days with her, you won't be able to bear it..."

"Why should I get along with her?" Gwen retorted subconsciously.

George seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand, and his face turned red.He let out a long breath, "Even Hermione is living in the Burrow."

"That's great," Gwen said politely. "It looks like they'll be shopping for back-to-school supplies in a few days, maybe Harry?"

George stood up suddenly, knocking out the wand shop's ledger, his neck was red, "You know what, Gwen, I'd better go now, or I might say something that hurt you out of anger."

Then he ran back to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes angrily.dinner