94 hp Diagon Alley

Why should I suffer more than you? "

"Perhaps those guys feel that they are more important than You-Know-Who from the bottom of their hearts... a mess..." Ginny said while wiping her nosebleeds.

"Actually, I originally wanted to attack his unspeakable parts." Fred winked at his brother, and then the two laughed wildly inappropriately.

The family members outside pushed open the door and felt relieved when they saw that they were all fine.Holding the lost and found wand together, several people cleaned up the messy banquet venue outside the house.

"A very special wedding." Fred teased Bill. "A dozen Death Eaters have witnessed your undying love."

"When you get married, I'll hire ten goblins to be your best men." Bill glanced at Fleur's face and whispered a warning to his brother. "Guaranteed to be more memorable than my wedding."

Clever George worked quietly on the sidelines, making up his mind not to dig a hole for the big things in his life.

Ever since George's ear was injured, Fleur had always looked at Gwen with the look of her kind, trying to teach her some lessons.But as soon as she spoke, an hour passed—perhaps veela time magic.

"...I'm not upset, really, even though they ruined my wedding. But Ali is safe, and Bill and I are relieved." She said in a guttural voice, again omitting the H in front of the boy's name. "You have to cheer up too, girl, your skin has been rough recently, and your hair is no longer smooth. Your boyfriend will only get better if you look radiant." She kept talking, and Bill looked Lai spent a lot of effort teaching her English, which was quite effective.

"...But Bill and I still have at least one person's beauty," she looked at Gwen sympathetically, "it's okay, you don't look that bad."

Gwen gritted her back molars and couldn't help but want to look in the mirror and see how ugly she really was.But she still took a deep breath and decided to put a good mood on the poor bride, "I've got it all sorted, do you need any help?" It would be better to stay away from here.she added in her mind.

"Oh! I forgot to deliver Mad-Eye's medicine." Fleur patted herself on the head, and although Gwen didn't want to admit it, she even looked stunningly good at this antic.

"I'll go, Mrs. Weasley probably has the potion ready." Gwen pouted and ran away.Easily find a small cauldron full of dark potion on the kitchen stove.

Knocking on the door with the potion in hand, she entered the old Auror's ward after hearing Moody snort.

"Did they use the Cruciatus Curse on you too, Professor." Gwen noticed that Moody's hands were trembling.

"Small idea." Moody turned his magic eyes, and drank the hot potion in one gulp. "Everything all right?"

"The three little ones are doing well," said Gwen cryptically, and George, who was in the garden after Lupine and Tonks had disapparated over the fence just now, swore he heard the other two crackles. "But the other members of the Order of the Phoenix are probably being followed."

Moody waved his hand, "They can all shake their tails, even Nymphadora."

"Where can they go? Everything happened so fast, I don't even know if they have enough luggage." Gwen retracted the glass, opened a slit in the window, and complained, "They can't go back to school, and they can't Stay at the Burrow—”

Moody sat up abruptly, "Headquarters!"

"Yes, as I said just now, the Burrow is not safe anymore." Gwen followed Mad-Eye's words.

"No," Moody was very anxious, "they are desperate, they will go to that place sooner or later, but not yet..."

Gwen froze for a moment, and suddenly understood what Moody meant.With nowhere to go, the first place that Harry thought of was, of course, his godfather's house - NO.12, Grimmauld Place.

"I need Cedric," said Moody. "You understand? They can't go there right now."

"Is he there, Professor?" Gwen whispered to Moody, turning. "So we changed the address of the headquarters, so you don't want the... boy to find out?"

"Cough, cough," Moody coughed violently, "Although we have set up magic in the hall, our own people can actually go in."

"I'll go find Mr. Weasley." Gwen said as she was about to go out.

"No," said Moody emphatically. "It has to be Cedric. The house must be under surveillance by now...and no one else will know. Not yet..."

Gwen stopped in her tracks, looked at Mad-Eye, who was struggling to speak, and understood that if he hadn’t been too injured to use advanced spells, he wouldn’t be talking so much to himself now—almost telling Gwen clearly, Deng Bullido is in Grimmauld Place.

"I can use the Patronus Charm," she sat back on Moody's sickbed, explaining her ability bluntly: "But I can only pass on one sentence at most, and I can't do more."

At this time, the old Auror still didn't forget to roll his eyes and dislike the education level of Hogwarts.

"Just tell him: 'The boys miss Dumbledore'."

A moment later, a silvery, plump robin flapped its wings and flew through the crack of the window, and Gwen swore she saw the look of despair on Moody's face.

Grimmauld Place at night.

The Saviours, who had just escaped from the Death Eaters at the coffee shop, apparated right into the middle of Grimmauld Place, surrounded by tall crumbling dilapidated houses.All three of them could see number 12 because the Secret-Keeper Dumbledore had told them of its existence.They ran towards the house, checking every few meters to see if anyone was being followed or watched.Running up the stone steps, Harry tapped the front door with his wand. There was a series of loud clangs of metal, and a rattle like a chain, before the door creaked open and they hurried across the threshold.

Harry closed the door behind him, and suddenly the old-fashioned gas lamps came on, their flickering lights illuminating the long hallway.The foyer was just as Harry remembered it: barely tidy, with the house-elf heads on the walls casting queer shadows on the stairs, and the long dark curtains covering the portrait of Sirius' mother.The only thing that was wrong was that the stairs to the top floor were blocked.

"I think someone has been here," whispered Hermione, pointing at it.

"Maybe it was done when the Order of the Phoenix left," Ron murmured.

"What about those jinxes they put on Snape?" Harry asked.

"Probably only works when he shows up?" Ron guessed.

But they still stood close together on the doormat, with their backs to the door, afraid to go further into the house.

"I said, we can't stand here forever," said Harry, taking a step forward.

"Severus Snape?"

Mad-Eye's voice came softly from the darkness, making all three of them jump back. "We're not Snape!" Harry said in a hoarse voice, and then something hit him like a cold wind, his tongue curled back, and he couldn't speak anymore.Before he could touch his mouth with his hands, his tongue stretched out again.

Two other people also appear to have had this unpleasant encounter.Ron made a retching sound, and Hermione stammered: "That-that must be the tongue-binding curse prepared by Mad-Eye for Snape!"

Harry took another cautious step forward.Something was moving in the shadows at the end of the hall, and before they could speak, a tall, earthy, hideous figure sprang up on the carpet.Hermione screamed, and Mrs Black shrieked: her curtains were raised.The gray figure floated toward them, faster and faster, waist-length hair and beard floating behind it, sunken cheeks, bony, hollow eye sockets.The figure, eerily familiar and horribly transformed, pointed a gaunt hand at Harry.

"No!" shouted Harry, who couldn't think of a spell though he raised his wand, "No! Not us! We didn't kill you—"

Hearing the word "kill", the figure suddenly exploded, raising a cloud of dust.Harry coughed, his eyes blurred.He looked back to see Hermione squatting on the floor by the door, her head in her arm, and Ron, shaking from head to toe, patting Hermione awkwardly on the shoulder and saying, gone..."

Dust swirled around Harry like smoke in the blue light of the gas lamps.

"Kreacher, do we have any guests?" There was a familiar lazy voice upstairs, followed by a rush of footsteps, and then a black-haired wizard protruded: "Harry—you didn't tell me You're coming back, I thought you were at Hogwarts."

Wearing a set of old but very decent dark red nightgowns, he warmly embraced Harry and greeted Ron and Hermione reservedly. "You look messed up."

With a snap of his fingers, the elderly house-elf appeared beside the umbrella stand.

"... rude guests... came to visit... my mistress's old house, with the scum Weasley and Mudblood—" it babbled and cursed in a low voice, and bowed deeply to Sirius again.

"Give us a pot of tea and perhaps some refreshments?" He lifted his chin slightly towards Ron, who nodded sharply. "Then bring more, Kreacher, thank you."

"Can we stay here overnight, Sirius?" Hermione asked, putting down her beaded pouch.

"On the second and third floors, your original rooms are empty." Sirius seemed particularly happy today.