94 hp Diagon Alley

She slammed the door behind her, and hung up a "Closed Business" sign.

"He must have found out." George rubbed his shoulder. "Oh, I strained my shoulder trying to whisper to Hagrid."

Gwen turned her head and rolled her eyes, then pressed George on the bench, stood behind him, and squeezed his stiff shoulders. "I'm really curious, what did you 'bribe' Hagrid with?"

George sighed, "The eggs of the Witchbird, a pair - old Chuck at the Leaky Cauldron, who smuggled magical animals out of Africa, sold us a male and a female -"

"Then who can say for sure? After all, they are just two eggs." Gwen felt that George and Fred had been fooled.

"We are very skeptical about this too, Fred and I are going to use their feathers to make boutique quills, including automatic inkjet, spell check, quick answer..."

"Give this to Ron for Christmas," Gwen put her arms around George's back and whispered into his ear.

"But for 'emergency,'" George turned his head slightly, biting the word, "we won't be able to find a good wagbird feather before Christmas."

Gwen bit his ear angrily, "Stop pretending, you and Fred can't be at a disadvantage. How many eggs are there in the warehouse? One pair? Two pairs?"

"Actually, there are three pairs." George raised his eyebrows triumphantly, "but I accidentally gave Hagrid the most expensive lime-green witchbird." He immediately showed a heartbroken look.

"I can exchange information with you. Don't you want to know where Harry and the others sneaked off?" Gwen let go of George and walked around to him.Just as he was about to refuse, he said quickly, "They followed Draco Malfoy to Borgin-Bock's Magic Shop in Knockturn Alley."

George gritted his teeth, "This news is of no value at all. I didn't agree to an exchange." Then he tapped his temples with his fingers, "Let me think..."

"You cunning weasel," Gwen said angrily, "Malfoy ordered something, probably a dark magic object."

"I'm a successful businessman, Gwen. As for Malfoy, I don't like that you pay too much attention to him, and Knockturn Alley is full of dark magic shops. Your news is not surprising." At this time, the retractable ears in George's pocket Started yelling.

"George! Damn it! Come back quickly, we're going to be crazy - if anyone dares to steal something, it's not just Garen who will have to pay by then - help me take care of Gwen." Fred's voice was far away It was heard from afar, and there was a lot of voices in the joke shop, and he really didn't sound relaxed.

George threw his head back and sighed, "There's never a moment of peace. Remember you owe me a favor, ma'am." Then he kissed Gwen on the corner of the mouth quickly, and Apparated back to Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes.

Ollivander's Wand Shop welcomed the third batch of unexpected customers today, and it was after Gwen locked the doors and windows.

The way they come out is also very dramatic.First there was a crisp explosion, and Snape with black hair and black robe appeared on the first floor out of thin air.He glanced at Gwen, whose jaw dropped in shock and pointed his wand at him, snorted coldly, and went straight to the fireplace in the shop without saying a word of greeting.

Just after he uttered a third impatient click, there was a bang, and Dumbledore strode out of the green flames again.

"Nice night, eh?" He patted the ashes off his long beard, making Gwen realize that it might be time for her to clean her fireplace.

Snape was disgruntled, "My time is precious, Dumbledore, especially during the holidays - or am I getting it wrong? Hogwarts staff aren't allowed to take their holidays lightly?"

"I'm sorry, Severus. But we have to come when Ollivander is resting." Dumbledore was not at all annoyed, and even joked, "Fortunately, people's interest in wands is far less than joke goods High, or we'd have to sacrifice sleep time—did I mention that I'm feeling old lately."

Gwen felt that the headmaster was more energetic than this young man, except perhaps for his blackened finger.In the stagnant, even somewhat frozen air, Gwen broke the silence: "Good evening, Professor, Headmaster."

"Good evening, Gwen," Dumbledore said mildly, and shuffled two couches.Thankfully, Gwen was still struggling with how to entertain them just now, so Professor Snape and Dumbledore couldn't be squeezed together on the same bench.She also has a Potions class at the start of term.

Dumbledore drew a slender twig from his pocket and handed it to Gwen.Little Ollivander took it subconsciously.

"Birch." She looked at the pattern, and then sniffed it under her nose. "It's a very old tree, but it's a very fresh branch." She looked back at the magic calendar on the wall, yesterday was Wednesday , with a big circle drawn on it. "It's the Wednesday before the full moon, and if there's a Bowtruckle living in the tree, it's a good quality wand material."

Dumbledore clapped his hands gracefully. "That's right, Miss Ollivander. That deserves two points for Gryffindor."

Snape cleared his throat impatiently and muttered "no points for holidays", trying to avoid the headmaster's tirade.

"Long story short," Dumbledore agreed, "we need you to make a wand."

Gwen nearly threw the branch to the ground with a shake of her hand.

"Be careful, Ollivander," Snape said quizzically. "We only have one eligible log, and if you break it clumsily, I don't mind taking fifty points off Gryffindor."

"No point deductions for holidays," Gwen muttered, and then explained to Dumbledore, regardless of Snape's skinny eyes, "Headmaster, I've never made a decent wand—Garrick didn't even make a wand." Not to put me on the cabinet—he said my work was blasphemy to Ollivander."

Snape looked a little happier.

But Dumbledore just waved, "We don't need a great wand, Gwen. We need a special wand." Then he looked at Snape, who reluctantly pulled out his own A well-kept birch wand.

Gwen couldn't believe her guess, "You want me to make one..."

Dumbledore just nodded slowly, and then Gwen quickly warmed up, and the three of them seemed to be wrapped in a warm and bright fireball.The great White Wizard said in a soft voice, "Listen, Gwen. You need to make a wand that looks exactly like Severus' wand, and it doesn't even have to be a real wand. We need it to be able to..." Dumbledore looked at Professor Snape worriedly, his expression was serious, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"I need it to glow green," said Dumbledore.

Gwen didn't quite understand, "You mean the fluorescent light?"

"No," the headmaster with the white beard shook his head, "we need it to emit a green light when casting a spell." He looked straight into the depths of Gwen's heart through the half-moon glasses, and then seemed to encourage blinked.

In Gwen's impression, a spell that emits green light is not a good thing. She was lucky enough to see it once in the fifth grade Defense Against the Dark Arts. In addition, there is the notorious contact information of the Death Eaters.

She swallowed her saliva and did not express her true thoughts, but asked a new question, "What about the core of the staff? Professor..."

"Ah," Dumbledore seemed to be waiting for her to ask, and first handed Snape's wand to Gwen, and after she confirmed it, he pulled out a feather from his pocket. "Look, I happen to have a Fox feather."

Gwen looked at the feather for a long time before saying, "Professor, this is not a phoenix tail feather." Frankly speaking, it felt like a feather plucked from the wing of Dumbledore's phoenix.

Dumbledore also said regretfully: "In fact, for many years, Fawkes refused to provide tail feathers again. I think it thinks that only two wizards can control that kind of core."

This is probably the reason why the wise old man let go - no one can make a decent wand out of a phoenix feather.

"I can't stay here for too long." Snape, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly opened his mouth, and Gwen almost thought that he and the sofa were perfectly integrated. "There's a goddamn bedbug in my house."

Gwen thought her Potions professor had "I want to kill bugs a hundred times a day" determination and disgust written all over her face.But then the gloomy professor gave her instructions, "Look carefully, Ollivander. I can't leave my wand with you, you still have 10 minutes."

"I think Miss Ollivander will take at least two weeks to finish." Dumbledore thought.

"I can't go out anymore," Snape said. "Ollivander can take the new wand on the train and find a way to give it to me at school."

Dumbledore thought it was a good idea, so he kept silent, leaving Gwen a quiet space.

Gwen concentrated on observing Professor Snape's wand, "thirteen and a half inches long, not easy to bend." Then she observed the appearance of the wand millimeter by millimeter, and found it in Garrick's workshop. He drew a piece of soft clay, carefully stamped his wand on it, and wrote and drew on the parchment with a pencil. Ten minutes later, she returned the wand, which had been wiped clean with a polishing cloth, to the horrified Potions Master.

"I might need some help, Professor," she said to Dumbledore and Snape. "George Weasley and Fred Weasley are experts at making fake wands."