94 hp Diagon Alley

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Gwen pushed Aberforth and Dobby back to the second floor of the Pig's Head Bar, the sun outside the window had already come out, and the early morning birds began to chirp.With the acquiescence of the old store manager, Gwen placed Dobby on the sofa in her room, gave him a thin blanket, and plunged into the middle of the dog and Crookshanks, closing her eyes and falling asleep.

When Gwen opened his eyes again, the sun had already set.The Pig's Head Bar was closed all day, and the small house was pitch black. Dobby's long nose had snot bubbled from sleep, and the dog's tail smacked Gwen's belly intermittently.The ring on the ring finger was a little hot.

A little... hot?

Gwen sat up with a jerk, and quickly kissed her fingers.But it's too late.

Following two crackling sounds, two bandaged monsters appeared outside the door of the Pig's Head Bar, knocking on the door.

Gwen wailed in her heart, stepped on her slippers and went downstairs.She pointed at the direction behind the door with her wand, lowered her voice and said, "The door will not be opened today."

"We just want a butterbeer." A relieved voice came from outside the door. "It's getting cold at night. Don't shut out hungry and cold guests, pretty girl."

Gwen swears that she actually heard her worried boyfriend outside the door, and it definitely didn't open the door because of the other person's word "pretty girl".

"Okay, come in."

After the two tall and thin wizards entered the room, she locked the lock again, and only then lit the lights of the bar.

"I'm worried." George snorted angrily. "The bar hasn't been opened all day, and the ring hasn't responded—"

"I was sleeping." Gwen was a little embarrassed. "Last night a few of us stayed up all night—Dobby hadn't had a rest in a week."

"I told you, if one night I find that my ring is not hot, I will immediately apparate to Hogsmeade." George stretched out his hand angrily to signal Gwen.The girl could only hold George's hand to say hello, and hurriedly brought out two glasses of butterbeer to entertain them.

"Dobby?" Fred pricked up his ears, interrupting the couple's flirting. "It's here too?"

"Leave it alone, and don't bother Aberforth," said Gwen. "They're all exhausted."

"Since you can sleep soundly," George pulled Gwen over, took out a handkerchief and wiped a piece of dust from her forehead, "I guess the mission of the Order of the Phoenix has been successfully completed?"

Gwen yawned a little, "It can't be said to be smooth, but it's enough for me to relax for a while."

"Great." Fred pulled out a strange-shaped vest from under the cloak.It was two pieces of black and ink-like leather on the front and back, sewn with poor stitches on an old pajamas. "Looks like we all have good news."

"That's a funny thing," said Gwen, grinning. "You look like a big turtle now, Fred."

"Look, the little witch who can only play tricks." Fred straightened his back, posing an elegant posture of a wizard dueling, and beckoned to George.

George also stood up, walked across from Fred, held out his wand, and cleared his throat.

"Wait a minute," Gwen quickly stood among them, "Are you going to experiment on yourself?"

"Get out of the way, Gwen." Fred said eagerly, "We've already finished our experiments, and now we're here to show you off."

"I can't believe it—" Gwen raised her voice, "in case you hurt yourself—George!"

George said gruffly, "Only Fred wears it, and I've been the bad wizard who put the spell on him."

"After you've already lost an ear?" said Fred with a cheeky grin. "Don't be silly. I can't let my brother do something dangerous."

"I'm about to cry." Gwen looked at the two boys viciously, "How touching—one has no ears, the other has no tail..." Before Gwen's lecture was over, a red light shot straight from George's wand It hit Fred's abdomen straight, and Fred didn't move. The spell disappeared instantly as if it had been absorbed by the black leather surface.

"...Don't do this again in the future." Gwen could only swallow the great truth in her mouth, and dryly persuaded her. "Well, I'm ashamed and proud of you, gentlemen."

"We still need more Voldebats." George looked at the vest eagerly, "One Voldebat was only stripped of one piece of clothing by us in the end—"

"—that's too skinny, the damned hunchback Brancard charged us a lot of money," said Fred cursingly. "We have to buy as many big Voldebats as possible."

"I would love to help you." Gwen shrugged, "but there are too few wizards smuggling magical creatures to and from the tropics."

"Actually, I have a better idea." George winked at Fred.The two sat next to Gwen, one on the left and the other on the right.

"You know, Gwen, we've had a lot less money since the joke shop closed," said Fred mildly.

"Take all my money, just please don't talk to me like that." Gwen begged, scratching her goosebumps.

"No," George shook his head. "On the contrary, we're going to sell you something."

"To be precise, it was sold to Hogwarts students through you." Fred showed his gloomy white teeth.Gwen quickly turned to look at George, and it turned out that he also looked like a vampire.

"I don't understand, what if the students can't come to Hogsmeade?" Gwen swallowed. "It's anyone's guess what the future policy will be."

"Isn't there a secret passage in the cellar of Honeydukes?" said Fred nonchalantly.

"What if the Death Eaters want to seal the secret passage?" Gwen retorted subconsciously.

George and Fred exchanged a look, then spoke slowly.

"What made you think--" George said.

"—the secret passages at Hogwarts will be sealed—" Fred continued.

"—is my guess right? Some people have dirt on their hair, dust on their faces, listless during the day—"

"—Actually, they are secretly digging secret passages?"

Gwen stood up from the stool suddenly, "You can't...you can't say these things to me just because you two want to run away from school all day..."

"Come on, Gwen." Fred folded his arms. "George said your arms are getting stronger."

"I never said—don't listen to his nonsense, Gwen, you're slim." George bowed his head and coughed. "For your boyfriend's sake..."

"My boyfriend with big arms?" Gwen bared her teeth and protested at George.

"For your stupid boyfriend's sake, do you think we can sell joke merchandise to Hogwarts students?" George held Gwen's face and whispered to her, "We'll just The merchandise is delivered to the back door of the bar."

"I think it is possible." Gwen held back for a long time, and finally said angrily, "but I don't think I have the ability to persuade Aberforth."

"You will." Fred clapped his hands in satisfaction. "After all, he has never had such an obedient clerk."

Different from the fiery celebration atmosphere in Hogsmeade, in the distant forest, the three once close partners had disagreements for the first time.

"Did you hear, Hermione, the goblin said that the Gryffindor sword that Snape kept in Gringotts was a fake—" Harry exclaimed.

"—and put the real one... where?" Hermione couldn't figure it out.

They stared at each other, and Harry felt the answer hanging in the air above their heads, so close but out of reach.Why didn't Dumbledore tell him?Or told, but Harry didn't realize it at the time?

"Think!" whispered Hermione. "Think! Where would Dumbledore put it?"

"Not at Hogwarts," said Harry, pacing again.

"Where in Hogsmeade?" Hermione wondered.

"Screaming Shack?" said Harry. "Nobody goes there."

"But Snape knows how to get in, isn't that a little risky?"

"Dumbledore trusted Snape," Harry reminded her.

"Not trusting enough to tell him the sword has been dropped," said Hermione.

"Yeah, you're right!" said Harry, all the more relieved at the thought of Dumbledore's reservations about Snape's trust, no matter how weak, "will he, then, take the sword?" Hiding away from Hogsmeade? What do you think, Ron? Ron?"

Harry turned his head, confused for a moment, thinking that Ron had left the tent, and then he found Ron lying in the shadow of the lower bunk, like a stone.

"Oh, remember me?" he said.

"what?"

Ron snorted and stared at the top bunk.

"You two continue to talk, don't let me disturb your interest."

Confused, Harry looked at Hermione for help.But she shook her head, clearly as bewildered as he was.

"What's wrong?" Harry said.

"Problem? No problem," said Ron, still refusing to look at Harry. "At least in your opinion."

There was a clatter of rain on the canvas overhead.

"Well, you obviously have a problem," Harry said, "let's talk it out, okay?"

Ron swung his long legs off the edge of the bed and sat up.He seemed to be in a very bad condition, and he didn't know what medicine he had taken wrongly.

"Okay, I'll just spit it out. Don't expect me to be bouncing around in the tent, isn't that just another damn thing to find? Just add it to what you don't know."

"I don't know?" said Harry. "I don't know?"

Pat, Pat, Pat: The rain is getting heavier and heavier.Hitting on the leaf-covered banks all around, gurgling in the dark