94 hp Diagon Alley

His uninjured hand let go of the broom and reached out to grab it hard.There was a bang, a splash, and Harry fell into the mud and rolled off the broom.His arms hung there at a very odd angle.

"Win - he caught the Snitch, let's go Hermione, Ron, let's go and see Harry!" Gwen jumped on the spot excitedly.

Harry was lying in the middle of the field, the rain splashing on his face.His friends and teammates leaned over him in a circle.Brothers Fred and George Weasley were desperately trying to squeeze the wild Bludger into the box.Bludger still struggled ferociously.

"Stand back," said Lockhart, rolling up the sleeves of his emerald green suit. "I happen to know a spell that heals broken bones instantly."

"Don't—" Harry said weakly, but Lockhart was already twirling his wand.A second later, he aimed his wand at Harry's arm.

"No—!" Gwen covered her mouth to keep the scream from leaking out of her hand, what useful spell could this idiot do?

"Ha," said Lockhart, "yes, yes, it happens sometimes. But the point is, the bones are joined. That's something to keep in mind. Now, Harry, stroll Go to the hospital - oh, Miss Ollivander, Mr Weasley, Miss Granger, can you accompany him Madam Pomfrey can - er - fix you again."

Harry stood up, protruding from his sleeve like a thick, flesh-colored rubber glove.Lockhart hadn't set Harry's bones properly.He removed all the bones.

After Harry listened to Madam Pomfrey's nagging three times and drank a whole big glass of Bone Spirit.Gwen left space for the three of them, and went to find her friends.

"Hey, Gwen. Tell us, what joke is Lockhart making this time?" The muddy twins waiting on the road carried Gwen back to the tower half supported and half vacated.

"He kindly took all the bones out of his arm to give Harry an extra day off. Ah, and if scolding Lockhart once a day gets me a point, I promise I'll turn myself into a full O by the end of the term." Health." On the way, Gwen did not forget to clean up the two batters one by one.

"So how's your progress, gentlemen." Gwen returned to the lounge and lit the fireplace with her wand. "I hope you got some useful news from Ron."

The twins looked at each other, and Fred shrugged, "It's strange, they don't study the secret room, but are very interested in potions. George and I found that Hermione was leading two boys to brew a very advanced potion." , at least I haven't learned..."

"...don't look at us like that, Gwen, I checked the textbook - yes I did the Potions book - we really didn't learn it."

"Well," Gwen could only sigh, "last year the first graders saved the school. This year they're in second grade and are making potions for at least fifth grade. I'm ashamed of myself, gentlemen." She pulled out a piece of parchment. "But it can't be said that there is no progress. For example, a very outrageous idea, there is a Medusa in our school..."

"Ha!" The twins let out an earth-shattering burst of laughter, "A Medusa?" Fred rubbed his stomach, "You're a wizard, Gwen. Medusa is just a legend, maybe in Lockhart's You see in the novel, how could there be at Hogwarts, 'a Medusa'?"

Even George, who has always been tolerant, disagreed this time. "I think there must be a wizard involved. After all, Medusa can't open the door of the secret room, and won't write on the wall with blood."

"Well, well, if you all think so. Maybe we'll go see Harry tomorrow and get something out of them."

The next morning, Fred and George, who were carrying the toilet seat, and Gwen, who was ten meters away from them, saw a statue in the medical wing. It was the kid who liked to hold up the camera. He was also petrified.

"What's going on? It's a student this time?" Gwen almost crushed Harry's newly grown bones again.

"Colin Creevey, poor boy. He 'happens' to be Muggle-born," said Fred, frowning.

"Colin was brought in in the middle of the night last night by Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall. The film in his camera was melted. Professor McGonagall guessed that he might have sneaked in to see me. He ran into the attacker on the way. Wanted to take a picture." Harry was a little uncomfortable, feeling sorry for what had happened to the boy, especially Colin because of himself.

"Don't think too much, Harry." Gwen reassured, "At least this time it can be proved that you have nothing to do with the last incident. You are lying on a bed in the hospital wing, and you can't even lift your wand with your right hand." But we Gotta figure out what melted the film of a magic camera, she thought.

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Something is wrong, Gwen thought.The amount of information in the past two weeks has been too much, and she has to clear her brain and sort out her thoughts.

A cat is petrified and the Chamber of Secrets is opened.

First grader Colin Creevey was attacked and petrified.

Ginny and Colin are friends. The little girl seems to be frightened. Recently, she can't sleep well at night, tossing and turning on the bed.Gwen persuaded her to go to the medical wing to get some sleeping potions, but Ginny was still pale and black-eyed.

To make matters worse, Gwen told Fred and George about it.It turned out that the two brothers, who were not doing enough but were not doing well, took turns to amuse Ginny by jumping out from behind the statue in feathers or mangy all over to please her.Gwen felt that this was clearly a disservice.

Ginny must have some little secret.But Gwen has always reserved due respect for things that shouldn't be curious.Although Ginny is a cute little witch, Gwen is her brother's friend. This status is a bit scary for an 11-year-old girl, and they are not really girl friends.Especially Gwen always felt that Ginny's secret had something to do with Percy, which made her lose interest in it.

Hogwarts is in a state of panic right now, and everyone is chattering behind their teachers' backs, exchanging amulets, exorcisms, and other gadgets to protect themselves.The practice quickly spread across the school, and Neville Longbottom bought a large stinking onion, a pointed amethyst and a rotting salamander tail.

Gwen catches the exhausted Weasley twins after Quidditch practice together.Regardless of how quickly they had turned into a puddle of mud, Gwen dragged them forcefully to a corner of the lounge.

"I can't stand it anymore, gentlemen." The little witch's eyes were frighteningly bright in the dark room, like a cat peeping at the enemy, "If someone is going to make money, why can't it be us? At least our products will be better than onions and garlic Use it, right?"

Fred and George looked at each other and sat up straight. "Happy to oblige, Miss Ollivander."

Gwen nodded gracefully like an aged hag, "During your training - I can't stand Wood - he dragged all my best friends to the Quidditch pitch - I mean , I went to the library to check the information." She added quietly, "I referred to Hermione's book list, although it is very effective, but this girl reads more books every week than I drink pumpkin juice. "

Fred and George felt that the conversation was going to be long tonight, so they both took off their robes, and George brought out the sandwiches and cakes he had just stolen from the kitchen.Gwen took advantage of the situation and conjured another pot of tea.

The long piece of brown paper full of words reappeared, recording the immature little ideas of the twins Gwen and Wen on it.

"...It can be divided into several situations. If it is the petrification spell, the upper grades can of course use defensive spells, but how can the lower grades protect themselves. Maybe they can make a helmet, or something smaller. Add a rebound spell on it, simple The petrification spell can definitely be rebounded, but black magic is too difficult." Gwen pointed to the crooked first explanation.

"What if it's a potion or a poison? I've heard that Professor Spoutlaw's mandrake can bring petrified wizards back to life. Does this herb have a preventive effect?"

"Mandrakes..." Fred was a little excited, "Why don't everyone hold a pot of Mandrakes, and kill them when they encounter enemies!"

"Kill one thousand enemies, destroy eight hundred." Gwen twitched the corner of her mouth. "Maybe this idea is a bit hasty, but I agree with your thinking, Fred. Sometimes blindly defending is not good, and attacking is also a good means of protection."

"Before you have more dangerous ideas, why not talk about Medusa, Gwen." George rationally stopped Gwen's brainstorming, and tapped on the third item on the parchment.

"Oh, I haven't finished this one yet. I was just thinking, if it's really this kind of magical creature that will turn into petrification at a glance, the best way is not to look at it."

The three of them were lost in thought, and Fred thought for a while with his smart little brain, "It's hard, if there is such a guy standing in front of me, whether it's out of curiosity or to save his life, people will always subconsciously Look over."

"Indeed," George pinched his forehead, "and it's definitely not a good idea to close your eyes and pretend to be dead. I mean, any creature that would petrify at a glance would certainly not stand there waiting for you Down. Worse, they will attack."

Gwen sighed, "I would rather believe what you said now, that there are no such dangerous creatures in Hogwarts."

"Be more open, Gwen." Fred made a gesture to pat Gwen on the shoulder vigorously, but she dodged it nimbly.