94 hp Diagon Alley

From a message from Aberforth Dumbledore. The elf recited slowly, afraid that he might miss a word, "This is what his brother Albus Dumbledore left him before. "

Everyone in the room took a deep breath, and Molly squeezed Arthur's hand tightly.Gwen glanced at Moody nervously, and found that the other side looked calm, and there was no surprise at all.He exchanged glances with George again, not knowing what Dumbledore was up to.

"When the headquarters is no longer safe, everyone should move out as soon as possible. My suggestion is..." The elf stammered a little, "Oh...that's right...Bill knows where his family should be hiding."

Everyone looked at the eldest Weasley son, who nodded heavily and made a soothing gesture to the others.

"We'll talk about that later."

"Second sentence, when the Ministry of Magic is out of control, the shops in Diagon Alley cannot continue to operate." Dobby shook his head and said in an old man's tone, "If this day really happens unfortunately, I have already done it for little Olivan. De provided a letter of recommendation…”

Now everyone's eyes fell on Gwen again, and she herself pointed at herself in disbelief.

"...she could go to work at the Hog's Head, which would certainly help us."

Everyone immediately lost interest in the profession.Even Gwen couldn't figure out what to do in that shabby pub in Hogsmeade.

"Fred Weasley and George Weasley, I hope they can use their wonderful talents to continue to study their great inventions."

"Are you thinking like me, man?" Fred grinned and nudged George.

"During our fourth year," George recalled fondly, "that was the first time we made money and the only time Dumbledore praised our inventions." He put his arms around Fred and Gwen shoulder, "Guess what, I already think this is going to be a great idea."

"As for Miss Weasley," Dobby turned to Ginny, looking at her with big watery eyes, "I still sincerely hope that she can finish her studies at Hogwarts."

Ginny's eyes were already red, and she nodded vigorously with her lips pursed, not looking at her parents' worried expressions at all.

"The last word is a message from Cedric Diggory," said Dobby, changing his tone, trembling with excitement, "that Harry Potter and his friends have been safely transferred to Safe house."

There was chaos in the narrow room, Fred, George and Gwen were clapping and cheering, Fleur rested her head gently on her groom's shoulder, Ginny and Mrs Weasley embraced, Arthur had to help his wife Taking out the handkerchief, Mad-Eye leaned on his crutches and nodded his head. Even the ghoul clapped his hands for no reason.

"Great..." Mrs. Weasley wiped her tears with a handkerchief, "They are all well. I didn't sleep well last night... And Dumbledore left a message for the children - oh!" She was flushed from crying, and Ginny had to pat her mother on the back to comfort her.

Dobby looked at the room with tears in his eyes, and blew his nose on his tea towel.Then he winked at Moody and said in a mosquito-like voice, "It's good to know you're all right. That's what old friends say."

Mad-Eye snorted through his broken nose, signaling the elf to hurry back.Then with a crackle, Dobby, like his surprise debut, disappeared into the Burrow's sixth floor.

"Okay." Moody's crutches tapped the floor. "We can't wait too long. Now that you have a way out, get ready now, and I should go back to my house—"

"What are you talking about?" Bill said. "There's no way we're going to let you go back by yourself. You're still badly injured." Then he announced his plan to the others, like every reliable lord in the Order.

"Fleur and I will move to Shell Cottage. No one knew about this place before. Maybe it can be used as a safe house for other members of the Order of the Phoenix." He looked at the bride with some regret, and the beautiful French girl kissed him on the cheek, "Dad Mum, Fred, and George are going to live at Aunt Muriel's. The Death Eaters didn't find that place when Harry was transferred last time."

"What?" "Does it have to be there?" The twins made dissatisfied voices.

"Aunt Muriel's house also has a lot of rooms." Mr. Weasley agreed with this plan very much, "Mad-Eye can be with us—you don't intend to disturb the young couple, do you?" Luo joked, forcing Moody to agree to live with them temporarily.

"For now," he insisted, "as soon as I can walk."

"Where's Gwen?" George asked.

"Of course she's coming with us," said Ginny.

"Actually," Gwen hesitated, "I think I should stay in the Hog's Head, there must be a room there."

"Are my ears broken?" George moved his remaining ear to Gwen, and Fred did not forget to add "It's really broken", "You don't live with your fiancé, but Go live in a messy bar?"

"She's right." Mad-Eye interrupted George loudly in a hoarse guttural voice, "If Ollivander goes back and forth between Muriel's and the Hog's Head every day, one day you will be discovered by You-Know-Who and Death Eaters. Then we'd lose another safehouse. Aberforth's pub is a better choice instead. Be vigilant! Always be vigilant!"

George looked like he had a lot to say, but Gwen grabbed two of his fingers in his backhand and barely held him down.

"What do you think?" Gwen asked, sitting on the circular rug in the twins' bedroom, "about Dumbledore's 'last words'."

"He's implying that we'll continue to develop the anti-spell hat, the anti-spell cloak, and the anti-spell gloves." Fred spread out a huge suitcase, the same one he used to use when he went to school.

"If the props can block the curses of the Death Eaters, the Order of the Phoenix will have a greater chance of winning." George pointed to the wardrobe with his wand and said "Packing", and each piece of clothing jumped neatly into the suitcase.

"Don't sell to a stranger this time," Gwen said, dragging George's other suitcase into the middle of the room.

"Where's the Hog's Head Bar? Another secret base of the Order of the Phoenix?" Fred threw many "semi-finished products" of his and George's magic props into the box. "I haven't heard much about Aberforth..."

"Dad said he used to be a member of the Order of the Phoenix, but he never came to the headquarters for a meeting, did he?" George took out a thick stack of parchment, a habit he picked up when he was with Gwen, Fanciful ideas must be written down in notes.

"Anyway, he's Dumbledore's younger brother." Gwen swiftly hid a few small boxes of quick-acting skipping class candy in her pocket, and cast a traceless stretching spell on the mountain of suitcases. "And Dobby, it's an elf hired by Hogwarts, we all think it's believable, don't we?"

Fred and George shrugged.

Gwen was most annoyed that they couldn't find a reason to refute herself, so she pretended nothing happened.Wrinkling his nose, he walked away with a few more decoy bombs.When Fred glanced at her from the corner of her eye, the girl said without shame: "Oh, I feel so sorry for the Hogwarts students. They won't be able to buy such good products this school year."

"As for that." Fred put his hands on his hips.

"We always have a way to make the Weasley joke shop's prank merchandise sell well at Hogwarts." George folded his arms and raised his eyebrows at Gwen confidently.

"Don't tell me." Gwen waved his hand, "I don't want to get involved in your great achievements. Just the new job at the strange bar is enough to annoy me."

George looked at his brother at this time, and Fred impatiently dug out a few more items from under the bed, calling out, "I'll be out right away. Can't you be patient?"

Under George's fiery gaze, Fred, who couldn't bear the pressure, quickly packed his luggage. He grabbed his own suitcase, stepped on George's toes, and left the bedroom on the third floor aggressively. .

George sat back on his little bed and patted the position beside him.Gwen immediately sat down obediently.

"It's all frustrating to me." George habitually rested his chin on the top of Gwen's head, "We're going to be apart...don't know how long."

Gwen wrapped her arms around George's waist, "We have no other choice."

"What makes me even more frustrated is that I know that even if we stay together, we can't be sure that we can protect you." He pointed to his left ear and said mockingly.

"I'm very grateful." Gwen sniffed the familiar soap smell of the Weasley family, "but I don't want to hold you back. Although neither of us is very good at Defense Against the Dark Arts."

The two couldn't help but laugh when they thought of each other's ugly grades in that class.Then fell into an excruciating silence.

"I wish I had worked harder in school." Gwen was planning to have a good chat with George for the first time since that incident. Ni's reaction is fast."

"Fred and I are not on good terms." George said dryly, "Defensive and offensive magic... We should have spent some time researching and researching practical magic spells back then. But at least we still have a reliable backing..."

"Honey, we can't count on him." Gwen held George tighter. "Harry said he drank a lot of deadly poison that day... look at the way the wizarding world is now, it's a mess. I miss him." The situation is far worse than we imagined.”

"Well," said George, "for our safety, I