94 hp Diagon Alley

Gotta focus on upgrading the Weasley Defense products. "

The time to evacuate the Burrow was very tight, and the Weasleys and their guests were ready to go on the evening of the day Dobby heard the news.Gwen didn't bring any luggage at all when she came, and she used all Ginny's things these days.The kind red-haired witch gave Gwen some of her clothes, and Mrs. Weasley wanted to pack a big box of pies for her. She didn't know until George reminded her that Gwen was going to the Pig's Head pub, which served food and drink. give up.

"You should bring your own cup, though," said Ginny. "Professor Flitwick reminded us before."

Gwen hurriedly took a clean glass from the cupboard.

"Give me a goodnight kiss every night, okay." George held Gwen's face in his hands, squeezing her mouth out of shape.

Gwen couldn't speak, so she punched her with her left hand, showing him the gleaming ruby ​​ring.

"That's right, if one night I find that my ring isn't hot, I'll immediately Apparate to Hogsmeade." George threatened her viciously. "You know what I'm going to do."

Gwen nodded like a chicken pecking rice.Fred coughed vigorously beside them for a long time, and finally made the inseparable two people notice the big family in the living room.

"Two portkeys." Bill pointed to the old candlesticks and bristle brushes on the dining table. "To Shell Cottage and Aunt Muriel's. Thank goodness Gwen used to go to the Hog's Head."

"Yes, I apparated there myself." Gwen lifted her luggage.

Mad-Eye couldn't bear the whirling farewell ceremony, and urged everyone to leave quickly.So when the large troops successfully evacuated by touching the port keys, Gwen looked at the empty Burrow alone.

"Knox." Turning off all the lights, Gwen Apparated in the dim twilight to the bar at the Hog's Head.

Fortunately, the change in the new regime appears to have affected Hogsmeade's business as well.At this time, there was no one in the Pig's Head Bar.

The barkeep flashed sideways through a back door.He was the same grumpy-looking old man he had been in Gwen's sixth-year DA assembly, with a mass of long gray hair and a beard, tall and thin, and bright, piercing blue eyes.

He looks a lot like Dumbledore.Gwen was belatedly aware of their brother's connection.

"Hi, I'm Gwendoline Ollivander." She greeted her boss with a smirk.

Surprisingly, Aberforth doesn't seem to be actively offering Gwen a job, so he seems reluctant.

"Follow me." He waved his hand and asked Gwen to follow him to the second floor.The second floor of the Pig's Head Bar is a hotel. The manager with the white beard opened a door and walked in first.

After Gwen put away his luggage and took a look at the room, which was as dirty as the attic of Weasley's house, he spoke again.

"You don't fit in here." He gestured at Gwen's neat attire with his chin. "If you're going to work here well, you have to find a way to change yourself."

Gwen thought about the customers who covered their faces tightly, and the centuries of dirt accumulated on the bar floor, and simply pulled out a Ginny robe from the suitcase, wrapped herself from head to toe, And deliberately left Mrs. Weasley's ironed cloth crumpled and dusty.

Perhaps Gwen's attitude pleased the old store manager, and he went on to say things to Gwen such as locking doors and windows at night, not chatting with customers, where is the butterbeer keg, and most importantly, her real job.

"I was hoping he'd give me a stronger wizard." Aberforth stared at Gwen's beard and slender arms.

"Actually, I'm quite strong." Harry's evaluation of her - a Muggle shot putter - popped into Gwen's mind again.

"I hope." He turned the sign hanging on the bar door to the closed side, bolted the door, and hung thick black cloth on each window.To Gwen, the Hog's Head is about as scary as the Shrieking Shack these days.Finally he led Gwen to a room at the end of the corridor on the second floor.

After entering the room, the old man's eyes turned to the portrait of a girl on the mantelpiece, which was in fact the only one in the room.He said to the portrait: "We are ready." The girl in the blue skirt holding the book smiled innocently and shyly, and turned around, and the portrait opened like a door, revealing a dark hole.

Aberforth hands Gwen a shovel. "Hope you're used to staying up late."

Gwen stared at the hole dumbfounded: "Dig it by hand? Mr. Dumbledore, we are wizards."

"Magic will leave a mark." The tall, gray-bearded store manager said, "And my customers here are mixed. So we have to dig at least ten meters before we can use magic."

Dubiously, Gwen glanced back at the portrait, but the girl still responded to her with a pure smile.It seemed that Gwen's questioning just now was rude and stupid.

So despite her doubts, Gwen still raised the shovel and dug the secret passage in one fell swoop.

"Where does this secret passage lead to, sir?" Gwen, who was sweating profusely after digging for a while, couldn't help asking the question again.

"Somewhere in Hogwarts." Aberforth was much faster than her, and this 100-year-old man was frighteningly healthy.

"Somewhere?" Gwen's suspicion that had just been suppressed rose again, "But Hogwarts has at least seven secret passages leading to the outside."

"In order to prepare for the worst, Hogwarts has to open a secret back door to the Order of the Phoenix." The old store manager stopped moving.

"What does this mean? Is the school unsafe?" Gwen looked into the wall with some concern.

Aberforth looked at the girl in front of him like a fool, "You don't think My-Know-Who will let go of the best shortcut to control the wizarding world, do you?"

Gwen couldn't keep her mouth shut. In her mind, Voldemort and the school had nothing to do with each other.A snake-faced black wizard standing on the principal's podium and instilling ideas above pure blood to the students?

But after thinking about it, the mind control of the children is an efficient and fundamental method.

"He still kept Snape, didn't he?" Aberforth spat the dust out of his mouth with a pooh. "Think about it, how would the Death Eaters run Hogwarts? Sing it to the children." A Christmas carol?"

The hairs on the back of Gwen's neck were standing on end, not to mention Death Eaters, and it was enough for her to revisit the short year of Umbridge's ruling school for a whole day.Thinking of this, Gwen raised the shovel and dug the wall harder than before.

"But how do we know the direction of the secret passage?" Gwen asked.

"That house-elf, Dobby," Aberforth pointed casually into the wall, "it's digging somewhere in the castle towards Hogsmeade, we just have to follow its lead—but where Before, we first successfully dug through the thickness of ten meters."

"Are you sure?" Gwen couldn't stop talking, "First of all, this is the second floor, and we didn't dig a tunnel. Besides, I've seen the exterior of this house, and the walls can't be that thick."

"Ask less questions and do more." Aberforth, who looks very similar to the principal, obviously doesn't have such a good temper. "Just do your work. You will have an answer when the time comes."

I feel like a Muggle, Gwen shook her head while touching her sore upper arm, and could only continue to dig secrets diligently.

On their third night at Diggory Mansion, Harry, Hermione, and Ron were now able to calmly analyze how to destroy them, even though they had no clue as to where the other Horcruxes were.

"About the Horcrux stuff," said Hermione, "the more I read, the more horrible it gets. I can't believe he got six. The book warns that splitting your soul makes your soul very unstable." , and that's just making a Horcrux!"

Harry remembered that Dumbledore had said that Voldemort had gone beyond "general evil".

"Is there a way to make myself whole again?" Ron asked.

"Yes," said Hermione with a dry smile, "but it was excruciatingly painful."

"Why? How to do it?" Harry asked.

"Confession," said Hermione, "you have to really feel what you've done. There's a note in the book that it seems the pain can destroy you. I don't think You-Know-Who intends to do that, do you?"

"Yes," said Ron ahead of Harry, "does the book say how to destroy a Horcrux?"

"Say," said Hermione, flipping through the crunchy old book in the pouch as if examining rotting entrails, "the book reminds Dark wizards that the spells on Horcruxes must be very It needs to be strong. From what I've read, what Harry did with Riddle's diary is one of the few absolutely reliable ways to destroy a Horcrux."

"What, stabbing it with basilisk fangs?" Harry asked.

"Well, well, it's a good thing we have so many basilisk fangs," said Ron, "I wonder what to do with them."

"It doesn't have to be the fangs of the basilisk," said Hermione patiently. "It has to be something so destructive that the Horcrux can never be repaired. There is only one antidote for the fangs of the basilisk, and that's extremely rare." -"

"—Tears of the Phoenix," said Harry, nodding.

"Exactly," said Hermione, "our problem is that there are very few things as destructive as basilisk fangs, and they are very dangerous to carry around. This problem must be solved, because the horcruxes are shredded and smashed. , crushed into powder will not work. You must make it impossible to restore it by magic."

"But, even if we destroy what it lives in," said Ron, "why can't the soul fragments inside it come out and live in it?"