94 hp Diagon Alley

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"Try this, Gwen. A little thing we made for the holidays." Fred shoved it into Gwen's hands without any explanation.

The witch sitting opposite wrinkled her nose and hesitated for a moment, "Have you tried it yourself?"

"Of course," George said, running his fingers around his red hair, "I assure you, we're all sitting right in front of you."

Gwen looked suspiciously at the two sitting boys, "Including—"

"—including other places you can't see." George gave a bad wink.

"Okay," Gwen said resignedly, "again, I'm not interested in the rest of it. But if this sugar has any bad side effects, I promise you'll get the same punishment." And she gulped it down That melting sugar.

"It's a bit peppery, I think the taste can be adjusted, cough, it's a bit choking..."

"That's right, we were inspired by Honeydukes' peppery urchin - smoke comes out of your mouth when you eat it." Fred explained solemnly, and George also took out a booklet, watching Gwen's reaction, while Write a few strokes on it.

Gwen felt hot on the top of her head, and there was a rush of heat from the roots to the tips of her hair.Then, with a slap on the ground, flames burst into the carriage.

The poor little girl looked at the end of her burnt hair and wanted to cry without tears. She managed to grow her long hair back to the length of her shoulders, and everything below her shoulders was burnt black, and she even exuded a tempting, barbecued smell. fragrance.

"I hate you." She tried to suppress her anger.

The twins were also stunned for a few seconds, "Ah, I think this candy may have different effects on wizards and witches. By the way, the new hairstyle is nice, Gwen." George opened his mouth a few times, reluctantly explaining.

"Really?" Gwen squeezed her hand casually, and those scorched strands of hair immediately disappeared into the carriage like ashes.Now she was completely angry, "Since you guys didn't consider the importance of hair for adolescent witches - I took it for a whole vacation to keep them from being so dry - and now it's a full 4 inches shorter!" She stared fiercely Looking at the two bastards hugging their heads, they rolled their eyes and suddenly calmed down.

"I could have made you two big bald heads," she said, looking down and fiddling with her wand, while Fred flinched across the way. "But I'm not an evil black witch in a Muggle story after all, so gentlemen." Gwen flicked a piece of measuring tape from the tip of her wand, "From now on you can't cut your hair until you have grown enough 4 inches of hair, Stay with me."

Fred and George felt cold all over, and even shook uncontrollably.

After half a minute they realized that it wasn't the wicked Miss Ollivander who had given them the chills, for the train had stopped for a while.

Fredella opened the compartment door and swallowed.

"Guys, I think I saw a dementor."

Gwen thought he was joking and stood up to look out.At the far end of the carriage is a cloaked, ceiling-reaching monster.Its face is completely hidden under the hood.A hand protruded from the cloak, the hand shimmering, gray and thin and scabbed, like something dead and soaked in water to rot.That heart-numbing thing is opening the compartment door to check the students one by one.

"They can't be like this," Gwen was trembling with cold teeth, "the dementor is on the Hogwarts Express?" At this moment, she noticed a thin figure on the other side of the carriage, also dressed in slim black clothes, the only one The difference is that he looks panicked and has a pale golden head on his head.

Seeing the figure from behind Gwen, George rolled his eyes: "He must have just come back from being provocative in Harry's compartment, now it's all right, let's meet the dementor—Gwen, why did you put him Pull in?" George roared angrily, and he was stepped on by Malfoy who rushed in in a panic.

"Shut up, that disgusting thing is coming soon." Gwen pulled them back to their seats in the carriage and closed the door, and even slapped the pale Malfoy a few times.

The cloaked fellow pulled the door open with appalling fingers, and the thing under the hood, whatever it was, took a long, slow, trembling breath, as if trying to suck in nothing but air from its surroundings. of something.They all felt a chill run through their bodies, and their breath seemed to be congealed in their chests.The chill penetrated the skin and reached the chest and heart of the person.

Gwen's mind was frozen. She tried to remember the spell that would drive away the dementors, but she hadn't learned it, and who would have thought that she would encounter dementors on a train to school in peacetime?

Fortunately, that thing was not of interest to them. Perhaps these wizards really had no fear or sadness in their hearts.Come to think of it, Fred and George are like two rampaging Bludgers every day, which Bludger would be scared?Gwen usually hangs out with the two of them, doing nothing good and doing a lot of bad things. If she has any fear or sadness, it is estimated that the twins will try their best to deal with these useless thoughts in less than ten seconds.As for Malfoy, Gwen thinks that Malfoy is number one in the world and Potter is in the limelight again, and the dementors can't dig out any treasures from his poor little brain.

Gwen, who had regained his composure, cast a warming spell on the box, and broke up the chocolate crucible he had bought earlier for a few people to eat. Of course, he gave Malfoy the smallest piece of chocolate, which might barely be considered scum.

The boy with the golden head looked at Zhazi with contempt. He almost changed his face, from the shivering person just now to the proud Malfoy.Then he moved his lips, no need to think, it must be a series of sarcastic words.

"Shut up, Malfoy." Gwen gagged him quickly, "Eat or go back. Or I'll yell and make this train—the Gryffindor carriage—all I know you were almost scared to the ground just now."

Malfoy stomped the carriage as if he had suffered some great humiliation, stood up without wanting to stop for a moment, and stumbled before going out.

"Sorry," George said with a decent smile, "I was frozen by a dementor."

After the boy had almost fled, George turned his head and stared at Gwen meaningfully. "Why are you bothering with that little bastard? Gwendoline Ollivander."

Fred also crossed his legs and looked at George for a while, and Gwen for a while as if he was watching a show.

The witch felt that if she didn't answer this question well, she might be held in the carriage by two people and beaten up.

"Oh, I just think he needs a little education from the elders."

George raised his eyebrows, and seemed to be satisfied with the word elder, so he didn't bother with Gwen anymore, because 5 minutes later, the ill-fated train finally arrived at Hogwarts.

Gwen didn't know which news shocked her more. After getting out of the car, she saw Katie and Wood standing together ("Is my friend going to marry Quidditch?" she angrily said to The twins said), or Harry and Hermione were taken away by Professor McGonagall, who is said to have passed out on the train.

The Great Hall was a sea of ​​black pointed hats; every long table was filled with students, their faces glowing in the light of thousands of candles suspended in mid-air above the tables.After the sorting ceremony, Gwen saw several figures entering the auditorium.Professor McGonagall walked slowly towards her empty seat in the teachers' bench, while Harry and Hermione walked as quietly as possible in the opposite direction, to the table in Gryffindor House.People looked back at them as they walked along the back of the hall, and a few pointed at Harry.Harry and Hermione sat in the seats Ron had reserved for them.

Gwen was about to ask what they were doing when Headmaster Dumbledore stood up and spoke.

"Welcome!" said Professor Dumbledore, his beard gleaming in the light of the candles. "Welcome to Hogwarts for the new school year! I have a few words for you all, and one of them is very Seriously, I think it's better to get this out of the way before you get confused by this delicious meal..."

Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued. "After they searched the Hogwarts Express, you must all know. At present, our school is receiving a number of dementors from Azkaban. They are here to perform the official duties of the Ministry of Magic."

"He doesn't look too happy," Gwen whispered to George, who also turned his head and whispered, "Dad said Dumbledore didn't like the decision, and the dementors might have come to catch Sirius."

As a child who grew up in a wizarding family, even though Mr. Ollivander didn't want to talk about that past, Sirius Black was still the image Gwen feared when he was a child-a heinous murderer.

Then, Professor Dumbledore began to introduce the new changes of teachers. "On a more pleasing note," he continued, "I am delighted to welcome two new teachers to our ranks this year.

"The first is Professor Lupine, who graciously agreed to fill the vacancy in Defense Against the Dark Arts."

There was some sporadic, less enthusiastic applause.The only ones who applauded vigorously were the students who had been in the same compartment as him on the train, and Harry was one of them.Professor Lupine looked shabby among all the well-dressed teachers.

Potions teacher Snape kept staring at Professor Lupine along the teachers' long table.Everyone knows that he has always wanted to be the teacher of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, but even Harry, who hates Snape, is against Snape.