94 hp Diagon Alley

Weight loss exercise.There are also the legendary four Mrs. Hogwarts Iron Blood, Mrs. Pince in the library, Mrs. Pomfrey in the medical wing, Mrs. Hodge, the Quidditch referee, and Filch's cat, Mrs. Norris, who is elusive. .It is said that these ladies are not to be messed with.

Gwen was keenly aware that they didn't talk about the secrets of Gryffindor, and why Mrs. Loris was more powerful than her master Filch.With a thirst for knowledge, she finally asked.

The twins looked at each other tacitly, "Everything is fine in Gryffindor, we are positive, brave and loyal. It's just that there are some informality..." "...that is, the degree of 'occasionally' violating a few school rules."

Gwen suspects that she saw two big scorers.

"As for Filch, I think he's a little obsessed with us." Fred winked at George, who accepted the wink and wrinkled his nose: "After all, it's hard to find someone in school who is so obsessed with catching us...uh …man."

Gwen was sure she saw the two big scorers.

Mr Mischief

The Hogwarts Express slowly arrived at the station. Gwen changed into her robes, said goodbye to the two Mr. Weasleys, and eagerly jumped onto the boat prepared for the first-year students.With her are Cormac McLaggen, Katie Bell and a girl with an oriental face, Cho Chang.Several children greeted each other and began to share information.

"Hagrid looks sixteen feet tall," said Cormac. "Will he teach us a lesson?"

Gwen shook her head, "As far as I know, Hagrid is the keykeeper and gamekeeper. I can't think of any lessons he can teach." Then she pointed to the head with her fingers: "You know, Hogwarts sometimes Professors will be sent to pick up little wizards to prepare school supplies in Diagon Alley. I have met several professors in the store, and they are all very nice. Professor McGonagall is a little serious, Professor Flitwick is very knowledgeable, and Professor Sprout looks Like a kind lady. But I haven't met the head of Slytherin yet..."

Katie laughed. "I guess it's because new students in this house don't need teachers to accompany them. I can't even think of a Muggle-born Slytherin. Get up, we're here!"

Boat house, entrance hall, auditorium, main tower... (special thanks to Frog Daosheng)

The first-year students began the sorting ceremony led by Professor McGonagall in emerald green robes.A crumpled hat opened its mouth and sang a song.Gwen didn't even listen carefully to the content of the lyrics. She was full of thoughts about how the hat was enchanted. The old Mr. Gryffindor had been gone for hundreds of years and could still be used for sorting.In the next second, she fell into deep doubts again, whether there would be errors in this old sorting system that was about to fall apart.

When she came back to her senses, she was already sitting on a chair, and the Sorting Hat was complaining dissatisfiedly that the little boy in the first grade dared to doubt her superior magic power, how bold!

"Bold? Gryffindor!"

Gwendoline Ollivander, who was forced to be sorted into Gryffindor because of her extraordinary courage to question the relics of the founder of the school.

Gwen ran to sit down next to the cheering and applauding Weasley twins, and was shocked to find that there was another boy with the same red hair but sitting straight and tightly pursing his mouth, who looked older than Fred and George.

"George, is this Mr. Weasley too?" Gwen asked, elbowing his right side.

"Of course, this is Percy, the pride of the Weasley family." George replied vaguely, chewing on a chicken leg.

He looks good at school, Gwen thought, and the twins would get goosebumps just imagining that exacting pedantic look on their faces.

Both Gwen and Katie were assigned to Gryffindors, and even the beds were next to each other.The first-year students don't need to choose their own courses, so the two little girls are together almost from morning till night.The courses at Hogwarts are very interesting, and Gwen is immersed in the spell class Transfiguration class. After all, for an 11-year-old wizard, a class that can wave a wand is a good class.

With anticipation for the mysterious Slytherin headmaster, she ushered in her first potions class.The basement was cold and damp, and there were a bunch of strange stuffed animals in glass jars along the wall.Equally gloomy was Professor Snape, who had black hair, black eyes and black robes, making his complexion even paler.

"...I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death..." His gloomy voice recalled in the silent basement.

"Cool." Gwen commented softly, and made up her mind to study potions well.You must know that the predecessor of potions is alchemy. If you can use potions on wands or other magic items, it will definitely produce incredible effects.

After two long classes passed, Gwen realized that the biggest obstacle to her Potions study was enduring Professor Snape's hostility towards Gryffindor and his behavior of buckling everywhere.He is even like a big walking popsicle, bringing more coolness to the already cold basement.

Katie shook her arms, "I can foresee my potion grade at the end of the semester."

Gwen patted her on the shoulder, "We need to learn to be as quiet as chickens in Potions class, and most importantly, not to make mistakes. If we work harder, maybe we can make no mistakes even if the professor floats around."

The two little girls left the Potions classroom, and walking a little further was Filch's office, the janitor. Now there was no one in the corridor, and everyone seemed to say "get out of class is over" from Professor Snape's mouth. He fled in an instant.

Just as Katie put one foot forward to take the short cut back to the common room, Gwen grabbed her.Just for a split second, her temples were electrified and numb again, and her intuition told her that going this way would not be a good thing.He just dragged Katie all the way back to the eighth floor.

Two seconds later, two red heads poked out from behind a mural.

"It's a pity, I almost came over." Fred pursed his mouth.

"I'm sure we weren't found. Why did she suddenly change directions?" George also patted his thigh.

At this moment, Filch was coming out of the office, and the two hurried back behind the mural.The poor old janitor was hit on the head by a dung egg as soon as he opened the office door. He jumped up and down, shouting and rushing to the corridor to find the culprit.Then he was entertained by a big gift bag of dung eggs cast with a confusion spell.After he went to the bathroom to clean up in a panic, the twins came out of the secret passage with their shoulders draped over their shoulders.

"Don't worry about it, brother, this is what we have prepared for Mr. Filch anyway."

"Obviously he enjoyed it."

Miss Gwen successfully evades pranks 1.

One month into school, Gwen has already adapted to the study life at Hogwarts.She wrote to Mr. Ollivander that she was doing well in her practical classes and that she liked the professors.But History of Magic was such a boring subject that she couldn't help herself from dozing off in class.She also looked at many students' wands. The good news is that the students have taken good care of their wands, and there are many interesting and special wands among them. Most of these owners have very similar characteristics to the wands themselves.Gwen still worried in the letter that if this continues, their wands will affect sales because of their high quality.She wanted to suggest that Mr. Ollivander refer to the marketing strategies shared by her Muggle-born classmates, make some limited edition wands, or promote fake news such as "changing a batch of wands every five years to ensure the health of wizards".

But she considered that she might lose this precious relationship between grandparents and grandchildren, and finally crossed out this passage vigorously.

At the end of the letter, Gwen also complained that the floors of Gryffindor’s dormitory were too high, and the stairs in Hogwarts had their own ideas, so that he walked a lot of wrong roads, climbing up and down dozens of floors every day stairs.

"I don't understand, we know how to do magic, why do we have to make ourselves so tired. Greg, I promise you, I have to invent some props this semester, my knees say I don't want to climb stairs anymore."

After sending the owl away, Gwen felt that it was necessary to chat with the Weasley brothers who had been at Hogwarts for less than two years, but who could swim every day and night under Filch's nose.

"Good morning, Fred and George." Gwen sat down next to them with a plate, and got herself a glass of pumpkin juice. "I want to ask if there is any way you can get rid of the damn 8 flights of stairs"

"Good morning Miss Wand, I thought the freshmen would appreciate the ever-changing charm of the Hogwarts stairs." Fred asked her to help pass the bacon with a smile.

"No, Mr. Mischief. I might even say I hate them." Gwen forked a piece of mushroom viciously.

"I think it's difficult." George held his chin and pondered carefully. "Hogwarts can't apparate, and you can't ride a broom inside the castle."

Their friend Lee Jordan joined the conversation, "Hey, do you know the Muggle elevator, it's an iron box that can go up and down dozens of feet."

Gwen's eyes widened, "Did you hear that? Even Muggles can figure out a way not to climb the stairs!" She read the term "iron box" carefully. "I think this is a very good idea. If I also make a box that can send me directly from the first floor to the eighth floor, then I can sleep an extra 20 minutes a day."

The twins patted each other on the thigh, "We don't know what to say, Miss Wand." "You may be sent to the sky by your own invention..." "Or your short legs take 20 minutes to go upstairs Go downstairs."

After finishing speaking, the two of them were serious, "But we support your unconstrained ideas..." "If you are going to start the experiment, please call us together (to watch the fun)."

Gwen drank a glass of pumpkin juice and watched the two clowns roll their eyes, "Come on gentlemen, do you know that you look like two Percy's now?"