94 hp Diagon Alley

What—" Gwen asked, panting heavily, pointing her wand at the regained "Harry".

"Mince pies," the boy answered hoarsely, before pointing his wand at Gwen as well. "Who did Harry save in the Triwizard Tournament?"

Gwen was stunned for a moment, wondering if this was also a question of connection codes? "Uh... Ron, Fleur's little sister." She honestly answered the hostage in the second game.

"And me, I'm Cedric." Fake Harry put down his wand, nodded at Gwen, and immediately checked Mad-Eye's injuries.

No wonder, Gwen understood now.He was good enough on the broom, and the way he swooped at Mad-Eye just now was the signature Hufflepuff Quidditch tactic.Fortunately, it was him, Digory was far more reliable than Mundungus.

"Don't look here," Gwen's heart was still pounding, "go to the wand shop first." She and Cedric, who was already a little out of shape, helped Moody, who was blown unconscious, back to a safe place .

"You guys arrived a little late," Gwen looked at the broken tin in his pocket, "you have already missed the port key."

"We were surrounded by Death Eaters as soon as we set off," said Cedric, who took off his glasses. "They seemed to know that we were going to transfer Harry tonight."

Gwen looked worriedly at the protective layer of silver light in the sky, "If the mysterious person decides to destroy the magic of the Order of the Phoenix, we only have 10 minutes at most."

"He probably won't come," Cedric said, cleaning Moody's wounds with simple magic. "The bad news is that they may have found the real Harry. We have to go to the headquarters and find a way to help them. Yes The safe house in Corner Lane has been breached, you must come with us."

"I still have a spare Portkey," Gwen rummaged through the ashes of the antique fireplace with a poker with a hook on the end, and found the broken porcelain that Mrs. Weasley secretly gave her. place on the counter.Then he dug out a bottle of Bai Xian from his bag and threw it to Cedric. "The white fresh essence that is barely usable. There are no other potions here. There are still 2 minutes before the second batch of door keys can be opened."

Without saying a word, Cedric poured the whole bottle of essence on Moody's chest, which was blown out of a hole.Gwen turned her head away to look away, her temples were throbbing and hurting again, which made her unable to calm down—is her George all right?

"We can go." Two minutes was extremely long, and as soon as the door key was turned on, Gwen strode to the bench, lifted Moody, who was limp, and the three of them put their hands on the small tile, and turned back. Outside the courtyard of the Burrow.

Through the bright yellow light from the window, Gwen saw several people standing in the room.

Kingsley and Lupine came out to greet them, both wands pointing at Cedric, who had just recovered.

"Albus Dumbledore's last words to us?"

"'Harry is our best hope. Trust him,'" Cedric said.

Kingsley turned his wand on Gwen again, and Lupine asked, "What's my name on the map?"

"Moonface," said Gwen quickly, "for Merlin's sake, Mad-Eye is dying—"

"Give him to us." Lupine took Moody from her hand and answered Cedric's test smoothly.

"There's actually no need to check on me," Cedric said, "compared to the fact that I was suddenly assigned this task an hour ago."

"Well, well!" said Kingsley, putting his wand back into his robes, "but someone has mutinied! They know it, they know it's tonight!"

"It seems so," Lupine replied, "but it seems they didn't know there would be seven Harrys."

"That's not much better," said Gwen in a nasty voice. "You-Know-Who's killing curse is almost on the top of Moody's head. Who else is back? Professor."

"Everyone is back, you are the last ones," said Lupine.

"I have to go back to Downing Street. I should have been there an hour ago. Since you are still safe...I'm back, goodbye." Kingsley said with a final glance at the sky.

Gwen let out a long sigh of relief, and several people walked into the door of the hut.

"...It was a bit of a delay, we missed the first batch of portkeys. At least Harry arrived safely--" She watched the circle of people around the sofa suddenly become silent, and then used a somewhat inappropriate high-pitched voice Ask: "Who's lying there? Who's on the couch."

Ginny looked up at her with sad eyes, tears streaming down her pretty face.Fred wouldn't even stand up, and the expectant voice didn't answer her right away.

A sense of foreboding hung over Gwen.She rushed to the sofa.

George's face was white, his brows were tightly frowned, his eyes were closed and he was crooked on the sofa. One side of his head and neck were covered with bright red and shocking blood.

"How is he?" Gwen wanted to touch George's face, but was afraid of touching his wound, "I have some white blood...how did he bleed so much...George...George..."

"He lost an ear," said Lupine.

"I lost one..." Gwen repeated tremblingly.

"Snape did it," said Lupine. "He slipped his hood off in the chase. Snape was always good at the Unseen Curse. I wish I had hit him with fire, but with George wounded, I had to hold him up on the broom as best I could. , he lost a lot of blood."

Mrs. Weasley was busy checking Mad-Eye's wound, and turned her head to Gwen firmly: "I can't let it grow back, it was removed by black magic. But the luck of the misfortune... He's still alive."

Gwen took George's hand, and Fred opened the crystal bottle of distilled spirits, dabbed it on the bloody handkerchief, dabbed on his brother's wound.

"It doesn't matter, this way there will be no scars, he is still handsome." Fred said hoarsely

"Now everyone can tell you apart from Fred, dear," said Gwen, fighting back tears.

"You told him the same bad joke," said Fred.

"I said 'hole listening'." George opened his eyes weakly, pointing to his original left ear—now a big, clear hole—"Look...I have a hole."

Gwen couldn't hold back her tears anymore, and the sobs turned into wails: "I really want to punch you, George, it's about time-you're still joking-and I think it's a good joke !"

"Forgive me for not being able to kiss you now," said George, "I'm a little out of balance."

"Shut up, you are the biggest fool in the world." Fred pressed the wound with a handkerchief, and together with Gwen, who was crying hard, wrapped half of his head with gauze and tied a braid. bows.

Fred held up a small mirror for George to see, and they started laughing as soon as they said Umbridge's name in unison.

"We almost thought Mad-Eye was dead," Bill said, watching his brothers and shaking his head, turning to the others, and Fleur nodded, the tears on her cheeks glistening in the light from the kitchen window, "We had barely broken through the encirclement when it happened. Mad-Eye and Seid were near us, also flying north, and Voldemort - he could fly - went right after them. Voldemort's spell fell on them attack, and somehow Mad-Eye fell backwards, and then Seid fell off the broom—and we watched, helpless, with half a dozen people chasing us—”

"Moody used the blasting spell at the last moment." Cedric looked at the unconscious Mad-Eye and said worriedly, "I was farther away, but his whole body was directly exposed to the shock wave..."

"Don't worry," Mr. and Mrs. Weasley mummified Moody. "He needs to rest for a while. It's dangerous, but Mad-Eye can survive it."

Bill went to the sideboard and brought out a bottle of Fire and some glasses.

"Here," he waved his wand, causing a dozen glasses filled with wine to fly into the hands of everyone in the room, and then he raised the glasses high himself, "To all members of the Order of the Phoenix, survive."

"To the survival of all members of the Order of the Phoenix." Everyone said in unison, toasting and drinking.

"To the Order of the Phoenix—" Hagrid hiccupped, a beat behind the others, like an echo.

The firewhiskey seared Gwen's throat, seeming to drive away the pain and sorrow, and brought her back to the burning feeling, something akin to courage.

"So Mundungus really disappeared?" said Lupine, draining his glass in one gulp.

The atmosphere changed immediately.Everyone looked at Lupine nervously.Everyone wanted him to go on and a little bit afraid of what they were going to hear.

"I know what you're thinking," Bill said. "I had that question on the way back here, too, because they seemed to know we were coming, didn't they? But it couldn't be Mundungus who was the informer. They didn't Knowing that there will be seven Harrys, we confuse them as soon as we show up. Maybe you've forgotten that Mundungus came up with the double idea, why didn't he tell them the most important thing? I think Dunger was nervous at the time, that's all. He didn't want to come, Mad-Eye forced him, and he had to face the threat of You-Know-Who with Moody - he was terrified, so he hid gone."

"You-Know-Who did exactly what Mad-Eye expected," sobbed Tonks, who had always been close to Moody, was his best friend at the Ministry, and was well looked after by him. "Mad-Eye said, God