94 hp Diagon Alley

Zhi smiled and held Gwen's waist and spun around a few times. Her long skirt bloomed like the villain on the cake just now, "My honor, Miss Wand."

Gwen took another ring from the box and put it on George, and they sat side by side on the bench, giggling smirkingly at each other's left hands.The dark clouds outside the window seemed to have nothing to do with them.

I promise that it gets better.

I promise everything will be fine.

It really does.

Really.

A few days later, it was Gwen's return to school.Tonks said early on that they would meet at Hogwarts. If it wasn't for knowing that they already had a new professor named Slughorn, Gwen almost thought that Tonks would teach them Defense Against the Dark Arts this year.She put a heavy lock on Ollivander's wand shop and made sure every door and window was enchanted.After chatting with George for a while, he reached out to stop the elusive Knight bus with his luggage.

"Are you sure you don't need me to take you to the station?" George asked reluctantly.

"If you want to be taken to Hogwarts in my suitcase." Gwen gestured to open the suitcase, and Fred snapped the open suitcase shut quickly.

"Don't worry, Gwen. I'll keep an eye on him," Fred said with a wink.

"Actually, I would prefer you to help me watch the wand shop." Gwen said with some concern, "When I leave, there will be no one patrolling around here, and Diagon Alley is almost closed except for you—yourselves Be careful too."

The twins shook hands together to show they didn't care.

Stan Thorpak, the conductor of the Knights bus, was different from the usual, urging Gwen fiercely.

She could only hug Fred, and then kissed George—"I'll say it again, Hogwarts isn't as much fun without you guys."

"True." George nodded pretentiously.

"Honestly." Fred felt sorry for himself in the mirror.

Gwen bumps into the Weasleys, Harry and, of course, Hermione at King's Cross.Harry was on the platform convincing Mr Weasley.As she approached, dragging her luggage, she heard their strange conversation.

Mr. Weasley seemed taken aback.He paused, then said, "Harry, I don't believe You-Know-Who would let a sixteen-year-old—"

"Does anyone really know what You-Know-Who will and won't do?" Harry asked angrily, "Mr. Something needs to be fixed, and Borgin needs to be threatened to fix it for him, and that thing is probably dark magic-related, and dangerous, isn't it?"

"Honestly, I'm not sure, Harry," said Mr. Weasley slowly, "you know, Lucius. After Malfoy was arrested, we searched his house and took everything that might be dangerous. Copy away."

"I think you're probably missing something," said Harry stubbornly.

"Yeah, maybe," said Mr. Weasley, but Gwen could sense that Mr. Weasley was putting him off.

A whistle came from behind.Almost everyone is on the train and the doors are closing.

"You've got to hurry up," said Mr. Weasley, at which point Mrs. Weasley called out, "Harry, hurry up!"

Harry rushed over quickly, and Mrs. Weasley helped him carry the suitcase onto the train.

"Well, dear, you and Sirius are coming to spend Christmas with us, this has been discussed with Dumbledore, so we will meet again soon." Mrs. Weasley said through the car window , at this moment Harry slammed the door shut and the train started, "Take care of yourself—be good—"

It took Gwen so long to say goodbye to the twins that she almost missed the train.She could only greet Mr. and Mrs. Weasley hastily, then called Harry and threw her suitcase in.Harry was staggered by the sudden onslaught of heavy weapons, and managed to regain his footing.Then Gwen managed to squeeze into the car before the door closed and apologized repeatedly.

She waved to Mrs Weasley outside the window, regretting that she hadn't thanked her just now - for the birthday cake.But Mrs. Weasley on the platform opened her mouth into a big O shape, Gwen noticed the ring on her hand, covered her face and hid aside until the train turned a corner and Mrs. Weasley could no longer be seen up.

Gwen saw that Harry didn't go to find Hermione and Ron, and then remembered that they should still be in the prefect's car.Luckily Ginny was over there in the corridor, talking to some friends.Harry Potter, who has attracted much attention, dragged the box and walked towards her.

People stared at him unabashedly as he approached.Some people even put their faces on the glass windows of the carriage in order to take a look at him.Gwen had heard something in the Daily Prophet about Harry being the "savior of the world," and thought to herself that he was going to have to endure a lot more staring and staring at him this term.

Harry patted Ginny on the shoulder. "Want to find a car?"

"I can't, Harry, I promised to wait for Gwen." Ginny said cheerfully, "See you later."

"Okay." Harry's expression showed a strange melancholy.

Gwen, the person involved, felt baffled. She squeezed between Ginny and Katie, "Why don't we sit with Harry?" Then she whispered to Ginny, "Help him, those girls will eat him up!" gone."

Katie gave Ginny a look, and a group of fourth-year girls were whispering and giggling through the glass window.

Gwen thought it was a bit funny, this scene was exactly the same as when Sirius appeared in the Hogwarts Great Hall back then.

Fortunately, someone rescued them.

"Hey, Harry!" A familiar voice came from behind.

"Neville!" Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to see a round-faced boy struggling to come forward.

"Hello, Harry," said a rapunzel behind Neville, her large eyes looking foggy.

"Luna, hello, how are you?"

"Very good, thank you," Luna said.She pressed a magazine to her chest, and the bold characters on the cover announced that there was a free pair of demon-proof glasses inside.

"Let's go find a seat," said Harry, and together the six of them pushed past the stunned students and down the aisle.Finally, they found an empty carriage and got into it quickly.

"They're even staring at us," Neville said, referring to Luna and himself, "because we're with you!"

"They were staring at you because you were at the Ministry," said Harry, lifting the suitcase and stuffing it into the luggage rack. "Our little adventure was all in the Daily Prophet. You must have seen it."

"Yeah, I thought Granny would be mad if I made such a show," said Neville. "I didn't expect her to be very happy, saying that I was finally worthy of being my father's son. She also bought me a new wand Well, look!"

He drew his wand and handed it to Harry.

"Cherry wood, unicorn hair," he said triumphantly, "we think it was the last wand Ollivander sold, and he disappeared the next day—oh! Sorry, Gwen!"

It was only then that Neville noticed that Gwen had followed them into a box, and his face was about to turn red.

Gwen smiled at him, "Very rare wood, the wand made of cherry wood has a magical power that only a wizard with a strong enough heart can control. My grandfather is very satisfied with this work."

Neville looked much better, but he didn't seem happy because of Gwen's compliment, but rather because she was not hurt by it.

"Are we still having D.A. conventions this year, Harry?" asked Luna, who was removing a pair of brightly colored glasses from the middle of The Quibbler.

"Now that you've got rid of Umbridge, there's no point in doing it, is there?" said Harry, sitting down.Neville had been hit hard on the head when he crawled out from under the seat as he was trying to catch his escaped pet toad.He looked very disappointed.

"I love D.A. conventions! I've learned a lot with you!"

"I love those parties too," Luna said calmly. "It's like being with friends."

Luna often said some of these uncomfortable things, and everyone couldn't help but feel a mixture of sympathy and embarrassment.Before Harry could answer, however, there was a commotion outside the carriage.The group of fourth-grade girls pushed and shoved each other.

"Go and ask him!"

"No, you go!"

"Let me go!"

One of them, a bold-looking girl, pushed the door and came in. She had big black eyes, a protruding chin, and long black hair.

"Hello, Harry, I'm Romilda, Romilda Vane," she said confidently. "Why don't you come and sit in our carriage? You can't afford to sit with them." She lowered her voice. said the voice, but on purpose to be overheard, and pointed to Neville's ass that was exposed when he got under the seat again to grab Lyfe, and Luna, who had now put on her free pair of glasses, It looks like a colorful, deranged owl.And ignored the three senior witches on the other side.

"They're my friends," said Harry coldly.

"Oh," said the girl, looking very surprised, "oh, well."

Then she stepped back, closing the sliding door behind her.Both Gwen and Katie were a little upset. They looked at each other and decided to give this group of ignorant girls a little something.