School farewell.In the world's best magic school, she spent seven good years, and Gwen felt a little sore.She didn't sit in the same box with Ron and Ginny this time, but got together with her graduate friends.They recall a time in first grade, when even the ceiling of the Great Hall could keep them awake at night with excitement.

The train moves as fast as campus life. After waving goodbye to friends on the platform, everyone leaves in all directions, and everyone will start a new chapter in life.

George is waiting for her at the station.

"We have to hurry back to the wand shop." George took Gwen's small suitcase, let her hold his arm, and found a corner without Muggles. "A friend wants to see you in ten minutes."

"What friend?" Before Gwen finished speaking, she was pulled by her navel by a force, and Apparated in Ollivander's Wand Shop.

Their arrival caused dust to rise in the wand shop that had been empty for a semester. The two sneezed seven or eight times in succession before tidying up the shop while laughing and waving their wands.

"I said earlier that you should leave me a key." George's housework magic was very authentic, and the spiders packed their bags and moved overnight under his command.

"You're too busy," Gwen said, pressing against the wand boxes piled up to the ceiling. "If I ever find you another job, Fred will throw me into the cauldron mercilessly."

"I think that's it. They're all informal people. Can you make a pot of tea, Gwen? They'll be there in five minutes." George looked at the still gray floor with satisfaction, pushing Gwen to the cramped kitchenette.

"Even if it's entertaining friends, it's too hasty..." She muttered, cleaning the teapot in a hurry, and took out the tea from the beautiful iron box.

With two crackles, two wizards appeared out of nowhere in the cramped wand shop.

"Good afternoon, Remus, Mad-Eye." George greeted them very skillfully.

Gwen came out with the tea tray and almost dropped the sugar bowl on the floor.

Because there was no table, the few people who had just met at the funeral could only drink tea around the counter.

"Tonks told us you once wanted to join the Order of the Phoenix," said Lupine mildly, looking as though he had been able to digest Dumbledore's affairs.

"Ever?" Gwen's teacup was placed on the porcelain saucer, making a crisp sound, "I want to join now too."

Moody looked at the young witch undisguisedly with his magic eyes again, "The Order of the Phoenix should indeed expand its team, but to me, quality is more important than quantity."

Gwen blushed a little as she graded herself in her head.Combat magic—bad, quick wit—no match for George next door, mentality—she's a joke to Moody.

"I may not be the best, but I will try to help everyone as much as I can," she stammered.

"Then let's simplify the process." Moody walked around the shop on wooden legs, "After all, the headquarters has changed places..."

"Why?" Gwen wondered.

"Because since the death of Dumbledore the Secret Keeper, everyone who Dumbledore revealed to him has become a Secret Keeper." Moody quickly answered her, completely ignoring Gwen's suspicious eyes.

That's a good question, Gwen thought. Since Dumbledore was still alive, there must be other reasons why Moody had to give up Grimmauld Place as his headquarters.

"There were about twenty of us, which greatly weakened the power of the Fidelity Charm. A Death Eater has twenty times the chance of getting a secret out of someone's mouth. So we can't count on keeping it a secret for long. That includes running away. Snape..." said Lupine.

"It's fairly safe here. I don't understand why a wand shop has so many weird defensive spells, but," Moody had already walked to the back door of the shop, and turned his eyes to look at the second floor. "We can think of this as a safe house."

Gwen looked at George questioningly, and he blinked for Gwen to listen.

"The boy is very dangerous now, we can't let him live back in the old headquarters." Moody sat down on the bench and explained, "Until he comes of age, he must stay honestly with his aunt. Dumbledore used to give that The house has taken a lot of protective measures."

Gwen looked at the yellowed calendar on the wall, "It's only a few days away, and he will be 17 soon."

"We can't say much here." Lupine looked out the window warily. "Today is an interview—or an invitation, maybe next time we meet at the new headquarters, we can talk it over."

"Got to go." Mad-Eye tapped his wand on the bench.Without giving Gwen a chance to say goodbye, the two of them disappeared with a whoosh.

"Wow," George exclaimed, looking at the once again empty wand shop, "you have to admit, they're pretty cool."

"They're in a hurry too." Gwen sent the teacups into the sink, "Did you join in too, honey?"

"Yeah, this time Mom won't stop us anymore." George continued to clean up a few fish that slipped through the web, "Fred and I did a lot of things for them, and they were all trivial things. But next time We can be part of that big operation."

Gwen sighed and looked at the lifeless house across the street, "I hope we can get back to our old life soon, and Diagon Alley won't be so lively anymore."

George pinched her cheek from behind and grinned, "Big mistake, Gwen. As long as Weasley's Wizard Wheezes is open, Diagon Alley will be the happiest place in the wizarding world."

A few days later, Fred and George locked the door of the joke shop early and walked shoulder to shoulder to the wand shop.

"Mom invited you to dinner." George whispered, turning over the open sign with his backhand. "Good friends are all here."

"How do we get there?" Gwen asked in a low voice, "Apparate outside the village?"

"I'm afraid not." George used his wand to fly a broken can out of Fred's briefcase. "Use the portkey."

"There are still three minutes, hurry up." Fred looked at his pocket watch, "I'll count one, two, three, hand—"

Gwen hurriedly put her hand on the can, and the whole figure was washed down the water pipe, and she appeared in the living room of the Burrow a few minutes later.

Lupine held up his wand and asked the twins a few questions to confirm their identities, then turned to Gwen and asked, "What's the best mousetrap cover?"

Gwen was stunned for a second, remembering her gizmo in fourth grade: "Uh... "The Monster Book of Monsters"?"

"It's her." Lupine put away his wand. "By the way, Peter Pettigrew and Lucius Malfoy are both out of prison. Welcome to the new headquarters, Gwen."

Gwen put on a stiff smile and walked to the kitchen, which was full of people.

Mundungus put his legs on the dining table, and Mrs. Weasley was staring at him in disgust. Seeing Gwen, she immediately changed her expression and hugged her enthusiastically: "I told them you are too young to be an adult. It's been a year, but Mad-Eye said you insisted on joining..."

"Yes, ma'am. I'd love to do something." Gwen was breathless in her warm and soft embrace, but she became less nervous.

"Explosions, plane crashes, he takes pleasure in killing Muggles..." Mr. Weasley shook his head and sighed.

"And the fog created by the dementors - Dumbledore has long reminded the Ministry of Magic that dementors are not trustworthy." Cedric answered with a frown.

"It sucks, and my business sucks too." Mundungus looked around furiously, and greeted Gwen overly enthusiastically: "Aha! Ollivander, how is your business recently?"

Gwen was a little surprised that he talked to himself, "No order has been made. Not a single little wizard has come to buy a wand this year."

"Tsk tsk," Mundungus said with a look of heartache, "the current situation is turbulent."

With two clicks, Mad-Eye knocked hard on the floor with one of his wooden legs. Gwen saw George's eyelids twitch, and peeped distressedly to see if there was a hole in the floor.

"Stop whining about your purse, boneless reptile," said Moody. "We've got to make a quick decision."

"What decision?" Gwen asked George in a low voice.

"Escort Harry," George answered her quickly.

"...Need a foolproof method. And transfer that family of Muggles..." Mad-Eye continued.

"As soon as he turns 17, on the night of the 30th, we will act," Dedalo Diggle suggested.

"Perhaps the Auror Office could be involved..." said Hestia Jones.

"Absolutely not." Kingsley, who had been silent all this time, retorted firmly in his steady voice. "The Ministry of Magic is no longer safe." He looked at Tonks and Cedric with complicated eyes, "Dawlish has been a little weird recently."

"Thicknesse - the newly appointed Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement - has also made a big fuss and caused us a lot of trouble. He has made a lot of things illegal, and he will go to jail if caught." Cedric Explain to the confused crowd, "The Floo network and Apparition in Little Whinging are strictly controlled, and he doesn't even allow us to put a portkey there directly, saying that it is to protect Harry."

"Nonsense," Tonks sneered, "all he's doing is actually preventing Harry from getting out of there safely."

"Actually, we can pass the fake news of Operation 30 to Dawlish." Bill, who had almost recovered his health, pondered for a moment and came up with an idea, "But in fact, we need to transfer Harry earlier."

"Saturday is a good time," said Lupine, looking at the lunar calendar, "but one must be careful."

Everyone was silent, trying to find a foolproof solution

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