94 hp Diagon Alley

Two glasses of currant rum, for me and the gentleman next to me. "

Gwen grabbed the rag, turned around, took a dusty wine bottle and two clean wine glasses, and slapped them on the bar.

Oddly enough, the other eccentric wizard looked particularly happy, especially after his companion got a bad smack with Gwen.

"Excuse me, I want to ask you something." The wizard from before talked to Gwen persistently.When Gwen stood still, he lowered his voice again, for fear that others would hear it: "We want to buy some... magical creatures from other countries."

Alarm bells rang in Gwen's heart. The more he looked at the two, the more suspicious he became, and he took a big step back. "Sorry, our shop stipulates that shop assistants are not allowed to chat with customers."

The man's companion couldn't hold back for a moment, and burst out laughing, before Gwen vaguely noticed something was wrong.

She stared at the two guests for a while, then opened the door of the small cupboard under the bar in silence, and took out two clean cups that she had brought from the Burrow.

"Mrs. Weasley will scold you to death." Gwen gritted her teeth and refilled two glasses of wine. "Use my cup."

"I declare that today is my happiest day of the year." Fred, who was watching the excitement, took a sip of his wine, and laughter kept coming out of his teeth. "One Galleon."

George, who was considered a hooligan by Gwen, angrily stuffed a gold coin to his brother. "Hmph, I assure him with confidence that you will recognize me at the first sentence I speak."

Gwen shrugged, seeing that no one was paying attention to her, she pretended to be serious about wiping the glass, and chatted with the two of them. "I never thought you'd have the guts to come out—and dress like that, like two mummies."

"You have changed a lot too." George raised his glass slightly, looking at the unkempt Gwen.

"I warn you," Gwen put her arm on the bar, motioning George to feel it, "I'm fighting you now, and I won't necessarily lose."

Fred had already finished a full glass of wine and was belching, "It's so wonderful, can you perform the show again for everyone this Christmas? At the dinner table?"

Gwen unceremoniously asked him to pay a full Galleon for the wine, and brazenly said that the price of goods is so high now, and then, under Aberforth's stare, took out the gold coin that was in her pocket, Honestly put it back in the money teapot at the bar.

"Get down to business, gentlemen. What are you buying?" Gwen turned sideways, out of sight of the other guests.

"Voltebat," whispered George through his glass. "For our invention."

"Few people go to the tropics now." Gwen frowned and thought for a long time, "But the skin of the Voldebat is a good direction-it's all because we didn't take the Protection of Magical Beasts class after the fourth grade, otherwise we would have thought of it... "

The twins glanced at each other through the bandages, thinking it was a good thing they didn't talk too much just now.If she knew how many brainstorms the two had gone through yesterday to think of this creature, Gwen would probably laugh at them for half a year.

"I'll go and ask Aberforth." Gwen picked up a purchase slip and pretended to walk towards the store manager.

Seeing what the two of them said, Fred and George didn't know what to say. The gray-bearded old store manager had a bad expression on his face, so he hesitated for a while before going over with Gwen.

"I don't like meddling with customers' transactions." His deep voice came slowly, "So I'll just tell you who you can go to, and what happens next has nothing to do with us."

"Of course." Fred readily agreed.

Aberforth pointed to a hunched wizard with his head bowed in a dark corner of the bar and said, "That old guy has smuggled a lot of magical animals, you can try your luck with him."

George glanced at it impassively, then nodded.

"Besides him, Mundungus Fletcher can always find strange things." Aberforth was even more unhappy, "but since 1975, he has been banned from entering the Pig's Head Bar for life." Said After that, he looked at the brothers in warning, "If I find out that you brought him into my bar, I promise to drive you out with a broom."

"Looks like we'd better not do business with him," Fred said to George.

"Obviously, he has a lot of 'criminal records'." George very much agrees.

After saying what he had to say, Aberforth wandered around the bar as if he had never seen them before, and returned to his designated old seat.

"It seems that you will be very busy recently." Gwen filled the empty wine glass in front of the twins and poured a full glass of brandy, indicating that the two could use it to curry favor with the hunchbacked smuggler.

"That's not all, honey." George finished his glass, the bandages on his face twitching, and Gwen figured he might be winking at her.

"Shouldn't you make the...props at hand first?" Gwen was a little surprised, her voice raised a little, and she realized that there were customers looking at the bar, so she quickly lowered her voice.

"There are several things that are very important at the moment." Fred got up and picked up his glass, "You will know soon, work."

After all, the two of them wandered into the dark corner, as if they were really drunk.

On the other hand, the night when Lupine left Digory's house angrily, the three little wizards didn't sleep well, and even Cedric couldn't go home because of some mission.Harry talked to Ron in the dark, trying to figure out what Voldemort was looking for abroad.

Before they could reach a conclusion from their discussion, Hermione in pajamas with a flustered face pushed open their door, and Ron was so frightened that he hurriedly covered himself with a blanket.

After a full ten seconds, Hermione managed to calm down before she spoke with difficulty: "Cedric's message on the fake Gallon—at least four Death Eaters surrounded us outside the door—they found this house."

"Pack your things up - put on your coat, Ron." Harry jumped out of bed, clutching his wand under the pillow, and parted the curtains to look out the door.Then something came to his mind: "Where is Cedric now?"

"He's coming from London..." Hermione frantically stuffed things into the beaded bag. "It was a message from Lupine. He just turned back and saw the Death Eaters guarding outside the hedge."

"But they can't come in, can they?" said Ron. "Cedric's the Secret Keeper, so they can't see the house."

"We can't stay here," said Harry, looking out the window at the four hooded and masked figures. "There's no point in staying here, and the others might be implicated—we'll Apparate out of the gate." .”

A raging fire suddenly ignited outside the window. For some reason, the Death Eaters seemed to be sure that Harry was in the small house at this time, and actually set fire to the hedge around the house.

"Quick—let's go!" Harry urged the other two.Ron reminded Hermione: "Bring some bread, we don't know where we're going in the next few weeks..."

The fire dyed half of the night sky red, and even the nearby Muggles were woken up.A familiar figure sprang out from the darkness. It was the emaciated Lupine, who was entangled with four Death Eaters while trying to extinguish the flames.

Cedric, who had just arrived, was stopped by the fire and looked inside the house anxiously.Soon he was also entangled by two Death Eaters.

"It's too hot," Hermione's voice trembled. "Get hold of me, Harry, Ron."

There were only charred charcoal and black smoke left in the sky, and the natural barrier of Cedric's house was wiped out in a blink of an eye. Although the Death Eaters couldn't see the house, they were only a few feet away from the three of Harry standing at the door. steps away.

Cedric and Lupine saw three people standing on the stone steps, and hurriedly led the Death Eaters away.But the superiority in the number of enemies made it hard for them to fight, and they couldn't leave for a while.

Just as Hermione closed her eyes and prepared to Apparate, a green light shot straight at Lupine's heart.

Harry subconsciously yelled "No—" Even if he just had a quarrel with that gentle elder, he must not lose him, Lupine is probably the only person left like his father now .

So Harry took a big step forward, and the Shadowless Curse directly cut the death eater's tiger's mouth, and the wand fell to the ground feebly. Lupine escaped, but his eyes looked in Harry's direction, full of despair.

The black wizard knelt on the ground and howled, clutching his bleeding hands.

"There's someone else here!" another Death Eater yelled, leaving his companion alone. "Catch them!"

Fortunately, Hermione's reaction was timely, even though Harry had one foot outside the hedge.Deciding that the Death Eaters couldn't see well in the night, she quickly grasped Ron and Harry's wrists and Apparated.

The darkness engulfed them, and the feeling of being laced up, but something was wrong... Hermione's hand seemed to be slipping from his wrist...

Harry suspected he was suffocating, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't see, the only real thing in the world was Ron's arm and Hermione's finger, but his finger was slowly slipping off...

He heard a scream, a flash of purple light, and suddenly Hermione's hands gripped him like pincers, and everything went dark.

Harry opened his eyes to a blinding field of gold and green.He didn't know what was going on, only that he seemed to be lying among the branches and twigs.He inhaled with difficulty, his lungs seemed to be compressed.He blinked and realized that the dazzling color was the morning sun streaming through the tall tree canopies.Something twitched next to his face, and he knelt on his hands, expecting to see some kind of vicious little animal, but it turned out to be Ron's feet.Harry