94 hp Diagon Alley

A good wizard is willing to give up his life, just for an illusory and beautiful future.

"One day you will understand. Gwen, all the things you worry and fear now, will pass."

Look at how cunning he is, Gwen thought, he won't even say "it'll work out".It's just "in the past" and anything goes.Death, defeat, war, will pass away.But is a fluffy "past" the best result they can wait for?

"I remember Professor Snape once advising you not to delve into it, and to forget everything related to it." Dumbledore stretched out a hand, holding a wand gracefully.

"Did he suggest that you use Forget-A-Back for me by the way?" Gwen asked resignedly.

"I don't think that's a good idea." Dumbledore smirked under the cover of his beard, "but I want you to keep silent until a certain time."

Gwen looked nervously at the headmaster's hand holding the wand, "I consider myself a pretty good keeper of secrets, and I will never betray you."

The portrait shows Phineas exhaling from his nose, mocking Gwen openly.

"But we not only need to conceal the enemy, but also keep silent to our own people." Dumbledore rarely showed a trace of sadness on his face.

"I don't understand," said Gwen, "however the plan ends, I can't even do justice to my friends about Professor Snape?"

"Professor Snape and I are ready." He repeated what he had just said with a smile.Then he didn't open his mouth again, just moved his wand slightly.Gwen felt that her tongue was entangled by a thin thread, and it was rolled back into her throat. She almost couldn't breathe, but fortunately, this sad feeling disappeared quickly.Gwen clutched her neck and retched, trying to refute Dumbledore's point again.

She wanted to ask Dumbledore if he was lucky enough not to die, where would he hide?What should Hogwarts do?What about the Order of the Phoenix?But as long as she thought about the plan involving the fake wand, she couldn't say a word.

Gwen bared her teeth four times and stuck out her tongue twice, all in failure.

She was very upset, said goodbye to Dumbledore behind the table who made a thinking gesture again, and was about to leave.

"One last word, Gwen," said Dumbledore gently, "Seinzum Tode."

Gwen didn't understand German, so she didn't understand what the old headmaster said.He just nodded hastily and walked down the stairs.The door of the headmaster's office was closed, and Dumbledore inside was exactly the same as when Gwen first came in, with his hands folded in front of his mouth, thinking about something.It was as if no one had come, as if a serious conversation had never occurred.

Gwen didn't know at this time that this sentence was the last sentence they heard before they lost Hogwarts' greatest headmaster.

Shenfeng Wuying

Gwen, who left the principal's office, did not expect a familiar figure waiting for her beside the gargoyle.

"You can't stay at the door," the livelier statue said to him.

"I'm going to wait for my girlfriend here." George replied bluntly, leaning on it.

"Shut up, you bad student, do you have to kiss around here?" Another stone statue with a serious expression said angrily.

"If you don't peek... ah, here she comes." George straightened up, and the two ugly animals wailed.Without waiting for Gwen to react, George directly put his arm around her shoulders and walked around to the old date place.

"Why are you here?" Gwen felt her throat burning, "I thought you'd be with Ron."

"He just woke up once." George looked carefully at Gwen's red nose and wet eyelashes. "The whole room was full of family members with him, but my good brother just opened his mouth and asked where Hermione was."

"Hopefully they can take this opportunity to make up," Gwen said absently.

George crossed his arms in dissatisfaction, "What's the matter with you? You ran to the principal's office in a hurry?"

"How did you find me?" Gwen was a little surprised.

"Traded 26 super stinky dung eggs with Peeves for your position." George said, "I wanted to ask Harry to look at the Marauder's Map, but he and Hermione left to make room for Mom and Dad .”

Gwen unobtrusively pulled back George's dragon leather jacket to see where he'd stashed a prodigious amount of dung eggs.

"Don't move," George grabbed Gwen's little hand, "tell me what's wrong with you?"

"I want to tell the truth," Gwen sighed, then pointed to her mouth, "but I can't. Do you understand, George. I can't."

"What does this mean?" George frowned his good-looking brows, "Can you tell me first, did you find out who poisoned Ron?"

Gwen thought it was a question she could answer, and prepared to call Malfoy by name.As a result, George's eyes widened, because a few gold threads suddenly appeared on Gwen's tongue, and it was tightly fastened, and then the teeth were tightly fastened.

After struggling two or three times, Gwen gave up, and she even tried a few cryptic adjectives, but they were all suppressed by Dumbledore's magic.

Gwen slumped her shoulders and shook her head helplessly at George.

"Wow," said George, who hadn't recovered from the shock. This was magic that they had never seen before. "It looks like you've been silenced."

"Sealing in the true sense." Gwen said with a bitter face, "so don't ask me, dear. I can't say anything until I find the flaw in this spell."

"I guess you can't tell me who did it either." George looked suspiciously at the principal's office.

He was answered by a whine from Gwen, and a funny look covering her mouth.

"So are you safe at Hogwarts?" George asked worriedly.

Gwen hesitated, finding herself unhindered.So he replied sincerely, "Maybe there used to be, but probably not now."

"Then," George wiped Gwen's lips lightly with his thumb, "I don't think this magic is a bad thing for now."

Gwen felt a little irritable, "I'm like a canary kept alive in a cage."

I have to admit that George's brief company made Gwen feel a lot better.Although one of them is worried about Ron, the other is falling into the pessimistic premonition of the end of the magic world.

"Remember that you can find me at any time." George touched the stretchy ears on his chest before separating from Gwen, "Anything, Gwen, anything. I will come to you as soon as possible."

For the next week, Gwen racked her brains to think of ways to take advantage of the tongue-locking charm, but with no inspiration, she did what she was doing more and more when she was at a loss: reading various On the one hand, she hopes to pass the final NEWTs exam, and on the other hand, she hopes to find some clues from it. In her opinion, Dumbledore's life and death are directly linked to Garrick.Let Gwen believe in Malfoy without the constraints of Dumbledore, it is better to let her believe in Kreacher, at least the elf is very loyal to the Black family in its heart.

On Sunday night, as Gwen yawned back to Gryffindor Tower, she ran into the Saviors' trio who were still awake by the fireside in the common room.Ron had recovered and was discharged from the hospital, and he had finally formally rejected Lavender's courtship - which caused the enthusiastic girl to bend her silver fork in front of many sixth graders.But his relationship with Hermione has entered an ambiguous, warming state.

Harry was now staring at his matted black hair as he flipped through his Potions book.

"You won't find it," Hermione asserted Sunday night.

"Stop it, Hermione," said Harry, "if it weren't for the prince, Ron wouldn't be sitting here now."

"He will, as long as you listened carefully to Snape's lectures in your first year," said Hermione disapprovingly.

Harry ignored her, he had just noticed a spell written in the blank space (Shenfeng Wusha!), and there were three interesting words "to the enemy" below it.He was itching to try it, but he thought it best not to try it in front of Hermione, so he secretly folded the corner of the page.

Ron was agonizingly writing a particularly difficult thesis for Snape.Harry and Hermione were done.Harry waited for the low score because he didn't agree with Snape on the best way to deal with the dementors.But Harry didn't care, getting Slughorn's memory was all that mattered to him now.

"I'm telling you, that stupid prince won't help you, Harry!" said Hermione, her voice getting louder. "There's only one way to force someone to do what you want them to do, and that's the Imperius Curse." , but that's illegal—"

"Well, I know, thanks," said Harry, looking at the book without looking up, "that's why I was looking for something different. Dumbledore said Veritaserum didn't work, but there might be something else, the potion." or spells..."

"Your method is wrong," said Hermione. "Dumbledore said that only you can get that memory, which must mean that you can persuade Slughorn and others cannot. It is not to give him a potion." problem, then anyone would—”

"Good evening, good to see you all so refreshed." Gwen yawned and sat next to Hermione. "Did I hear someone trying to drug? After Ron was poisoned?"

"Did you hear that? Harry, Slughorn will only be more cautious after what happened." Hermione chased after the victory.

"How do you write 'provocation'?" Ron asked, staring at the parchment and shaking the quill vigorously, "it can't be 'peach provocation'—