94 hp Diagon Alley

Aunt Muriel raised her crutches and exhaled from her nose, "I look younger than him now—the little guy who was taken away from my own house."

"Now we know something." Fred elbowed George. "Muriel is older than old Ollivander."

"Maybe not too big." George nodded with a smile.

Bill took off his cloak and greeted everyone.Only then did Gwen learn that Harry had stayed in Shell Cottage for a few days, and he and Dobby had saved Ollivander—and Luna, who had helped a lot in the dungeon.

"How can I repay them?" Gwen wiped her snot with George's little handkerchief, and hiccupped for the second time. "They saved my only family."

"Looks like I'm not the only one in the family right now," said a frail Ollivander, staring at the twin rings on Gwen and George.

"Oh," Gwen laughed through her tears, "you missed a few things, but not a lot—George insisted on waiting for you to come back before the wedding."

"Of course." Garrick patted Gwen's hand, "I do have to slow down for a while and practice dancing."

"Now we know Harry, Ron and Hermione are safe," said George.

"And they obviously have some ulterior secret." Fred pointed out the truth sharply.

"I almost forgot." Ollivander patted his head and took out a frayed velvet case. "Beautiful Mrs. Weasley asked me to give it back to Muriel."

"Finally something good happened." The old lady became more excited, "I thought they were embezzled."

Bill gave an ugly smile and turned to make faces at the twins.

"I've got to go back." Bill put on his cloak. "They're all with me, so I better not be away too long."

After saying goodbye to the eldest son of the Weasley family, Gwen helped Garrick arrange a small clean and bright room-for which she promised to get Aunt Muriel the good wine hidden by the manager of the Pig's Head Bar, To thank her for her kindness.

"I don't sleep well every night." Gwen sat next to Garrick. "Although Dumbledore promised you are safe, I am still worried."

Old Ollivander hugged his little granddaughter, "The dungeon is not a good place to live, but Mrs. Malfoy did find ways to make my life better. Blankets, potions—but she can't make it too obvious. I mean , the Malfoy family is almost living on the tip of a knife."

"Who can blame this?" Gwen said quickly, thinking that after all they had completed the "contract" with Dumbledore, "I shouldn't say that, they also did something good."

"You can't blame them." Garrick said with a shudder, "You-Know-Who...is really scary."

"It's all right now," Gwen said reassuringly. "You just have to stay here and take care of yourself. Mrs. Weasley's pies are delicious."

"Actually, I still have one more thing to do." Ollivander looked at the small skylight above the room, and a Hippogriff flying over at an unknown time stretched out a sharp claw from the roof , with a red, golden feather tied on it.

"What's this?" Gwen climbed up the chair, poked her head through the skylight, and untied the feather.Buckbeak shook his claws, circled a few times in the air and flew away.

Gwen handed the feather to Garrick, "Phoenix's tail feather? Fox's? Are you going to make a third core?"

"The fourth, Gwen." Garrick admired the beautiful tail feathers cherishedly. "There was another one before Harry Potter and You-Know-Who - but it was quickly replaced by a better wand."

"Better than the wand you made?" Gwen was a little surprised, "Garrick, I have been born for 18 years, and I have never seen you so humble."

"Yes... yes..." Ollivander the wand expert said perfunctorily, stroking the tail feather over and over again as if fascinated. "Gwen, next time you come, bring me a branch from Diagon Alley. Ask for the best rowan branch."

"Rowanwood?" Gwen rubbed her nose, wondering which wizard needed the wand in her head.

"Rowan wood, you need a branch that is old enough." Ollivander sang, immersed in his own world, "In my experience, any defensive spell cast with this wand is indestructible. Usually Rowan wands are not in the possession of dark wizards, and indeed, none of the wands I have sold has gone astray. Rowan fits best in the hands of a sane mind and a pure heart, but don't be fooled by it. despises this wand for its virtues, as it is an extremely competitive opponent in a duel."

"Garrick, wake up." Gwen waved her hand in front of his eyes, "You're still sick."

"Yeah." Ollivander opened his silver eyes, "I remember, in the secret compartment of the studio, do you remember? All my good things are hidden there."

"I'll bring it as soon as possible, but it will take at least two or three days," Gwen said, "but you have to swear you won't stay up all night making wands."

"Hurry up, hurry up," Garrick said. "We've got to hurry up and get it to him."

Who the hell lost his wand.Gwen wrinkled her nose and couldn't help complaining.

The Gringotts Heist and the Headmaster's Arrangement

Harry became Teddy Remus Lupine's godfather.

The news that Lupine brought seemed to make them both forget themselves and temporarily free them from their trappings: the news of new birth was heartening.Only the goblin seemed indifferent to the sudden festive atmosphere, and soon slipped back to the bedroom where he now lived alone.Harry thought he was the only one noticing, when suddenly he caught Bill's eyes on the goblin as he went up the stairs.

"Godfather, Harry!" said Bill, as they helped clear the table and walked into the kitchen together. "What an honor! Congratulations!"

Harry put down his empty glass, and Bill closed the door behind him, separating the others who were still talking loudly.Even though Lupine was gone, they continued to celebrate.

"Harry, I actually wanted to speak to you alone. There are too many people in the cabin to find such an opportunity."

Bill hesitated. "Harry, what are you and Griphook planning."

It was a statement, not a question, and Harry didn't have to deny it.He just looked at Bill, waiting for what to say.

"I know goblins," Bill said, "and I've been working for Gringotts since I left Hogwarts. If there can be friendship between wizards and goblins, I have goblin friends—or at least, I know very well." I like the goblin too." Bill hesitated again, "Harry, what do you want from Griphook, and what do you promise to give it in return?"

"I can't tell you that," Harry said, "I'm sorry, Bill."

The kitchen door opened, and Fu Rong wanted to come in with more empty wine glasses.

"Wait a minute," Bill told her, "just a minute."

She backed out and he closed the door again.

"Then I have to say," Bill went on, "that if you make any agreement with Griphook. Especially if that agreement involves treasure, you must be very careful. Goblin concepts of ownership, remuneration, and compensation are different from human ones." .”

Harry felt uneasy, like a little snake churning inside him.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"We're talking about another creature," Bill said. "Wizards and goblins have had conflicts over the centuries—you can read that from the history of magic. Both sides were at fault, and I would never Saying that wizards are innocent. Some goblins, however, think - perhaps the goblins at Gringotts are more likely to think that wizards can't be trusted when gold and treasures are involved, and that wizards don't respect goblins' ownership."

"I respect—" said Harry, but Bill shook his head.

"You don't understand, Harry, no one does unless one has lived with a goblin. For a goblin, the rightful owner of any thing is its maker, not its buyer. Anything a goblin makes , in the eyes of the goblins, they should all belong to them."

"But if it's bought—"

"—the goblins will think it was rented by the payer. The hardest thing for them to accept is that things made by goblins go from wizard to wizard. You see the look on his face when the tiara is passed under Griphook's nose. It Very dissatisfied. I believe Griphook will be like the extremists of his kind, thinking that after the original purchaser dies, the thing should be returned to the goblin. They think we are so used to possessing things made by goblins, and passed from wizard to wizard And not paying any more is no better than stealing."

Harry now had an ominous feeling that he suspected Bill had guessed something more.

"What I'm saying," said Bill, putting his hand to the kitchen door, "is that you have to be very careful about making promises to goblins, Harry. Breaking a promise to a goblin is more dangerous than breaking into Gringotts."

"Okay," said Harry, and Bill opened the door. "Okay. Thanks. I'll keep that in mind."

As he followed Bill back into the group, Harry suddenly had a strange idea, no doubt brought on by drinking.He felt that to Ted Lupine Jr. he was becoming as reckless a godfather as Sirius Black.

Although Harry would miss Bill, Fleur, Luna, and Dean, not to mention the comforts of home he'd enjoyed these past few weeks, he still looked forward to escaping the confines of Shell Cottage.He was tired of always making sure he and Ron and Hermione couldn't be heard talking, tired of shutting themselves up in small, dark bedrooms.Especially since he wanted to get rid of Griphook.