94 hp Diagon Alley

Ron was still looking at Harry in horror. "Man, you need to talk to Gwen. About your wand, or Mr. Ollivander."

"You're doubting Ollivander's position again, Ronald!" said Hermione, crossing her arms.

"Not exactly," Ron retorted without haste, "it was her grandpa after all - being tortured by You-Know-Who, I mean, as friends, we should tell Gwen - and reasonably suspect Ollivander What secrets have been told to the mysterious man."

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Inside the hut, Lupine and Tonks settled the seriously injured Moody.Fred and Bill also helped George back to the twins' old room on the third floor.

"You need to get a good night's sleep now." Gwen helped George tuck the blanket, and put a cup of hot herbal tea on his bedside. "You're bleeding too much."

"Don't worry, I'll watch over him tonight." Fred kicked all their once dangerous experimental products under the bed, and several vixen were frightened and flew out.

"I'll take your class tomorrow." Gwen said to Fred, then touched George's hot face with her hand, and kissed his lips lightly, "I'll help Mrs. Weasley see the potion —Mad-Eye also needs to be taken care of." Then he closed the door lightly.

She had just helped Mrs. Weasley chop the ginger root and peppermint when she was called away by Ron and Hermione, who were sneaking around the kitchen door.

"What happened?" Gwen wiped the stinging juice off her fingertips with a handkerchief, and looked at the three inexplicable people—Harry was holding his forehead and breathing.

"Um... I think I saw Mr. Ollivander," said Harry, straight to the point.

The handkerchief fell on the ground, and Gwen had no time to pick it up: "Tonight? Where? Did you see him on the road?"

"No," Hermione hurriedly let Harry, who was pressing the scar, sit down first, and then hurriedly explained to Gwen: "It's his scar that hurts again, just like before, this time Harry saw the mysterious man and Ollivander's conversation. Just now."

"Is he okay?" Gwen asked, pinching Harry's arm firmly, she couldn't take any more bad news tonight.

"Not - well - I mean," said Harry, gathering his words, "he looks haggard, and Voldemort has been torturing him."

"But he was alive just now, wasn't he!" Gwen shook Harry excitedly, because she hadn't been able to take the family tree with her because of the sudden incident. "What happened tonight won't make him..."

"Yes," said Harry. "That's why we're looking for you. Gwen, Mr. Ollivander is fine. Voldemort seems to have some reason for not wanting to kill him."

"I see," relieved Gwen reluctantly licked the corners of his lips towards several friends, "Thank you for telling me that the situation is critical now, and the best news is to be alive. As for your question, Harry, Maybe I can hear you talk about the conversation between You-Know-Who and Garrick."

Harry hesitated, but recounted the reasons for Voldemort's anger. "He's angry because even though he used Lucius Malfoy's wand, he couldn't kill me."

"Then he already knows about the brother's wand." Gwen pondered for a moment, then turned to Harry and asked, "Are you sure you didn't use magic? It was really the wand itself—"

Harry showed Gwen the wand directly, "I'm sure I didn't have time to cast the spell."

Gwen carefully polished the famous wand for a long while, holly wood, phoenix feather, soft and flexible.Then she hesitated, "Remind me, when was the last time I touched your wand?"

"I can't remember," said Harry, "it must have been many years ago - maybe after the Quidditch World Cup?"

"My memory is not very good." Gwen looked at Harry's wand carefully as if he had discovered something remarkable, "but either you have made rapid progress in the past few years and have become one of the greatest wizards. Or you My wand somehow absorbed other powers."

"I'm not throwing cold water on you, buddy," said Ron, suddenly brightened up, also staring at the holly branch, "but I think we can skip the first possibility and focus on the latter."

"I can feel that this wand has two forces." Gwen tapped the tip of the wand lightly with her fingertips, and then withdrew her hand as if she had been scalded. "One is the magic of the wand itself and Harry working together, and the other is so powerful that I can't even feel how that power enters the wand."

"Maybe it's when Dumbledore gave you extra lessons..." Hermione said cautiously.Harry immediately shook his head and retorted. He knew best what Dumbledore was teaching, and it was definitely not about giving him any secret weapons or magical powers.

But the other three people present obviously agreed with this conjecture, especially Gwen.

"It makes sense." Her eyes were bright, "This must be Dumbledore's protective magic, no wonder the mysterious man can't hurt you - not to mention Lucius' broken stick! Don't put on that expression, Harry, Dumbledore can do amazing things, he thinks more about three moves than we do."

"Can this power last forever?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"I'm afraid not." Gwen came back to her senses. "As I said, the wand is just a medium. The real power always comes from the wizard himself."

"That's probably why Voldemort kept old Ollivander." Ron commented pertinently, "Because his snake head must still be trying to find a shortcut to break the 'curse' of the wand."

"I can't tell." Hermione shook her head. "I always feel that Mr. Ollivander has other more valuable information."

"I can't help you with this..." Gwen got up from the sofa and said to the others apologetically, "...I have no clue at all. The only thing that is certain is that Dumbledore has already made arrangements for Garrick. Garrick The day Ke spits out his secret may also be the time for our final battle."

"Fortunately, Voldemort isn't the only one looking for power." Hermione said firmly, grabbing Ron and Harry's hands.

George regained his vitality the next day. It is said that because he slept well, he met Harry and Ginny who had a "good conversation" when he got up early in the morning and brushed his teeth, and said good morning to them kindly.

"What does it mean to have a good time?" asked Gwen, who was helping him change his bandages.

"He was talking about exchanging slobber," said Fred impatiently, holding a small bowl of sticky potion. "Don't be so cautious, Gwen. You seem to treat George like a treasure."

"Of course I have to be careful." Gwen took the potion from Fred's hand and applied it on the wound a little bit, "If my boyfriend's beauty is damaged because of this, and I am ranked behind you, I will regret it for the rest of my life .”

"Can I duel with her?" Fred looked seriously at George, who was pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed. "I've wanted to do this for a long time. Let's have a duel between wizards."

"Forgive me," Gwen lightly rejected the proposal, "George, interrupting someone's date is not a good thing."

The red-haired wizard yawned, "Ginny said Harry broke up with her, and you saw how sad she was. So technically I didn't interrupt their date—they're not a couple anymore."

Then several people discussed Harry's recent state of mind.

"Understandably, he doesn't want to implicate anyone anymore." Fred shrugged. "But we both know that's impossible."

"Voldemort doesn't care about this." George's fleshy wound was itching, but Gwen held his hand immobile. "Our family has long been traitors to pure-blood wizards, including you, Gwen."

"I'm not even a pure-blood wizard," Gwen said nonchalantly. "Come on, I think Ron, Harry, and Hermione are planning to find something."

"Obviously," said the twins in unison, "Hogwarts without Dumbledore is not worthy of their attachment."

Well, the last time Hogwarts left the school, the duo dropped out in high profile.

"Mum has already tricked us." Fred said, rummaging through something, without looking back. "She's trying to figure out what they're going to do when they drop out of Hogwarts—of course we don't." Know."

"And we think this is the safest option." George sat up from the bed, "If none of us know where Harry is going, then the Death Eaters will have no way of finding him."

"Okay, I promise I won't ask them about their plans." Gwen swore, putting her hands on her chest.

From then on, everyone was so busy preparing for the wedding that they barely had time to think, except for Mad-Eye, who had just opened his eyes and couldn't move - himself unhappy because he couldn't get up and fight the Death Eaters right away - — Everyone else is happy that he's getting better.After two days of endlessly scrubbing the cutlery, color-matching the presents, ribbons and flowers, and clearing the garden of gnomes, the kids also helped Mrs Weasley bake up a huge pile of pancakes.

Mrs. Weasley tried every means to keep the three Saviors from meeting each other, always assigning them different tasks.But this actually created a good opportunity for Ron.

"Puff-puff-puff-"

After Gwen spread out the last pancake, a red head emerged from the corner.After confirming that Mrs. Weasley hadn't given her any more work, Gwen happily followed Ron up the attic.

"Your voice is so loud that the goblins in the garden can hear it clearly." Gwen commented on his performance just now.

"Come on, you're frying something in a pan! I have to be louder," Ron muttered.