94 hp Diagon Alley

The contorted expression on Nep's thin, sallow face was astonishment.That look was beyond annoyance, it was loathing.

Gwen carefully observed Professor Snape's face—after all, this is a regular program at the beginning of the school every year—and continued to whisper to George, "Can we look forward to this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class? Professor Snape's expression is comparable to the previous two." It’s been a much more exciting year.”

George shrugged. "If you ask me, it's either very good or very bad."

"As for our second appointment," said Professor Lupine after the half-hearted applause died down.Dumbledore continued, "Well, I regret to inform you that Professor Kettleburn, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher, retired late last year. However, I am pleased to say that Rubeus Hagrid will fill his place, Hagrid has agreed to be a teacher as well as a gamekeeper."

The applause from the Gryffindor table was exceptionally loud.

"My God, I regret that I didn't take this course this year." Gwen slapped her thigh regretfully, "Hagrid is much more energetic than Professor Bourne."

Fred and George approached her, applauding, and said, "Fortunately, we'll enjoy the course in your stead."

At breakfast the next day, Draco Malfoy seemed to be telling a very interesting story to a large crowd in Slytherin House.as Harry walked by.Malfoy made a ridiculous passout, and everyone laughed.

"Ignore him," said Hermione, who was walking behind Harry.

"Hey, Potter!" screamed Pansy Parkinson, one of the Slytherin girls. "Potter! The dementors are coming, Potter! Ho ho, ho ho ho!" Harry took a seat at the table in Gryffindor Yard, next to George Weasley. "New third-year timetable," said George, handing it out. "What's the matter with you, Harry?"

"Malfoy," said Ron, sitting on George's other side.Look back at the table in the Slytherin house.George looked up just in time to see Malfoy pretending to pass out again. "That little idiot," he said calmly, "wasn't so cocky when the dementors came to the car last night. He ran into our car in fright, didn't he, Fred?" Wet," said Fred, giving Malfoy a contemptuous look.

"I'm not particularly happy myself," said George, "those dementors are horrible things..."

"It's like freezing your insides," Fred said.

"You didn't pass out, though, did you," Harry whispered.

"Forget about it, Harry," said George cheerily. "Anyway, we'll see what Malfoy looks like after the first Quidditch match."

Ron on the side winked at Gwen, picked up his wand and pointed it at Malfoy on the Slytherin table, seeing that no one was paying attention, he cast a curse softly and quickly.

Then he whispered to Gwen on the opposite side, "He came to our carriage to insult my family yesterday, hell, Gwen, is there any way to modify the spell."

Gwen swallowed the bread, "It's hard, I have to say, Ron, every time Malfoy made inappropriate comments about the Weasleys, he used very diverse words. I thought about it several times and couldn't extract the key words But since you helped Hermione..." Ron kicked Gwen's feet under the table, while sneaking a glance at Hermione, seeing that she was only paying attention to her class schedule, he signaled Gwen not to let her know This thing.

"...Well, since you've helped your friend solve a little annoying problem, why don't you ask her opinion? That lady is a master of charms."

"No!" Ron said awkwardly, pouted. "If she doesn't take care of her cat, I won't discuss it with her."

Gwen shrugged, looked back at the handsome boy with both eyebrows, and made a wish, hoping to see him lose his eyebrows this year.

Gwen had underestimated Malfoy's obsession with Harry, and the boy's proud self-cultivation.Just two days later, a fierce Hermione, Harry who comforted her, and Ron who couldn't contain his inner ecstasy appeared at the Gryffindor table for dinner.Ron called Gwen's attention behind him again as if his eyelids were twitching, and this time Hermione, who was furious, glanced at them several times.Gwen put down the pumpkin juice in her hand, turned her head back and forth, and finally, 5 minutes later, there was a scream from the Slytherin table.

Malfoy was pale, with a full, blond, gleaming eyebrow floating in his soup bowl.

Then there was Parkinson's scream, and Malfoy stroking his left (now perfectly smooth) eyebrow in a daze.He seemed to be greatly stimulated, and his whole body collapsed.

"Quiet, Parkinson." Professor Snape, who was on the teachers' table, came rolling his black robes again. "Hands down, Draco." Then he spun his wand around the boy's forehead a few times , "An off-the-table spell that restricts your language. Tell me, Draco, what you just said."

Malfoy sniffled, as if there was nothing more terrifying than losing well-groomed eyebrows, and recounted his conflict with the Gryffindor trio in detail.Professor Snape looked at Harry while listening with great interest, as if he was thinking about how long they would be confined and how many gems he would give to Gryffindor, as if Malfoy's tragic experience just gave him a small chance to adjust his life .

Until he heard the blond boy say the word "Mudblood".

He frowned in disbelief, and looked at the bald eyebrows in silence for a while.

"I think this petty spell will make your eyebrows grow tomorrow. Malfoy, as your headmaster, I have to remind you to watch your words and deeds." Then he glanced viciously again A circle of Gryffindors who lowered their heads and snickered, finally stared at Gwen, who pretended not to exist, and let out a snort from his nostrils.

Gwen swore to Merlin that in order to repay Professor Snape for letting herself go and giving Gryffindor a good opportunity to deduct points, she would use her strength to repay the professor in Potions class this semester.

gwen has a million worries

As George said, this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts class was either particularly good or terrible.For the Gryffindor students represented by Gwen, this professor is a rare good teacher with real talents in recent years, and he is very accomplished in black magic creatures.For the Slytherin students, or the head of Slytherin, they and the new professor can be regarded as sworn enemies.

The auditorium at dinner time is the best place to disseminate any news or rumors. Now Harry, who was stunned by the dementor, is no longer the protagonist of the gossip.At the Gryffindor table, there have been three days of seminars on whether Hagrid will be expelled. In the end, under Miss Granger's verbal battle, it was finally concluded that Dumbledore would do everything possible to save Hagrid. Conclusion The meeting is over.As a result, within two days, in Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Neville challenged Professor Snape's authority by himself.

Gwen heard Ron describe the scene vividly, and pulled all the muscles in his body to tell himself not to laugh, after all, Professor Snape let him off in the last jinx incident.

But none of this was Gwen's business, she had enough to worry about.

Trouble first:

Katie began to play disappearing after class, and usually came back before curfew, and claimed that she was doing Quidditch training.But Fred and George, who are also in the team, still have time to tease new inventions in different ways every day.On the contrary, I, who was frightened by the news of Azkaban's escape, became more like a law-abiding and obedient baby this semester.

After Katie sneaked back to the dormitory late at night and was caught by Ginny and Gwen on the spot and pushed down on the bed, the girl gave a relatively reasonable explanation.Oliver Wood is now in his seventh year, and this is his last year at Hogwarts.This year is his last chance to win the Quidditch Cup.Katie felt that as the weakest of the three major chasers in the Gryffindor team, it was necessary to strengthen her training intensity and get more points for the game.

Gwen raised her eyebrows, "I heard from Harry that Wood thinks you three girls are the best Chasers?"

Katie's head was almost lowered to her chest, "Aaliyah and Angelina have scored more points in previous games. If Harry catches the Snitch every game, I have to try my best before the end of the game." goal."

Gwen and Ginny looked at each other. As the second witch who knew Quidditch in the bedroom, Ginny thought Katie's argument was reasonable and convincing.So they finally let go of the tired girl.

Gwen helped Katie blindly write her divination class homework, while biting a quill, she said to Ginny: "Sooner or later, she will marry Quidditch."

The second worry:

"I said I won't help you with your homework this semester." Gwen strode across the lounge with a stack of books in his arms. "This year you will take the OWLs exam. This is the most important thing. It is more important than your new inventions and Quidditch - well, Quidditch Cup aside - is much more important."

Behind her were two tall figures, dragging their schoolbags dejectedly.

"Honestly, Gwen..."

"...we don't care about OWLs at all."

"I care," the little witch turned her head back. "Please allow me to babble again. It's called the 'Ordinary Wizarding Level Examination'. No matter how outstanding and talented you are, you won't be able to move forward without a dozen certificates in the wizarding world, gentlemen."

"A dozen?" Fred fell on his brother's lap. "George, she said a dozen!"

"We were going to pass three doors for each person.