94 hp Diagon Alley

It is. ”

"There's nothing like a wedding in peacetime, George. But I'm still afraid it's too cold in March."

George bared his teeth threateningly at her, "If we slow down, you won't be able to invite a bridesmaid!"

Gwen scratched her nose, thinking of Katie, who had become Mrs. Wood, Ginny, who had a hot fight with Harry, and Hermione, who Ron kept chanting. "You're right, it can't be delayed any longer."

"Snape actually sent a gift!" George was so frightened that he almost threw the inconspicuous little package away.

"Because I also sent him a bottle of good wine." Gwen said indifferently, "By the way, congratulations to his resignation application being rejected again."

"After what happened, I'm not surprised at all that he offered to resign to Professor McGonagall." George shrugged, "White Essence. Why did he send us this?"

Gwen looked at the good potion and laughed, "You know, George. Professor Snape is quite humorous sometimes."

"You'd better not say that at the dinner table at night," George showed an elusive smile, "Sirius is still a little at a loss when he hears Snape's name."

"Will he bring Ms. Burns with him?" Gwen was a little surprised. "To be honest, I thought Harry would spend the holiday with them."

"They left after the turkey, and Sirius said Kreacher insisted they go back to Grimmauld Place for bake pudding."

"Then Tonks will definitely find a way to bring little Teddy to join. The whole family except Lupine loves Black's baked pudding."

"I really like that quirky little guy." George shook his head intoxicated.

"Because he blew up his own crib?"

"No, Gwen. Because he blew up his crib and got pink hair."

"I get it, he takes pleasure in his prank." Gwen nodded, worried about how troublesome their future child would be. "It's time, let's go to the opposite side."

Two young wizards changed their clothes, took a huge bread and a few eggs, crossed the road in Diagon Alley, and knocked on the door of the wand shop.

"Merry Christmas, Garrick." Gwen hugged her elderly grandpa. "You should be out in the sun today."

"Merry Christmas, children," Garrick said, and with a wave of his hand behind his back, he hid the sawdust and cores from his workbench.

"Gwen baked new bread, and you'd like some fried eggs, Garrick." George put the bread on the table, cutting the toast himself with a pocket knife.

"One, but please fry me two slices of bacon." Mr. Ollivander glanced at his little granddaughter with silvery eyes.

"It's a holiday today, and I won't stop you." Gwen knew what the old man was thinking without looking back.

Garrick added a piece of wood to the fireplace with brisk steps, "Fortunately, it's Little Weasley's turn to make breakfast today."

"Hey!" Gwen, who was making tea, raised her eyebrows, "George is indeed good at cooking, but were you mocking me just now?"

Garrick picked his ears, pretended not to hear, and happily tended his fireplace.

"Don't be angry with your grandpa, dear." George directed three plates floating in the air, and kissed Gwen on the cheek. "Your talent lies elsewhere."

After breakfast, Garrick put on his dragonskin hat with great care, and took out the fire whiskey sent by Aberforth.Appeared in the living room of the Burrow with two young juniors.

"Here they come!" Mr. Weasley caught sight of the guests first. "Welcome, welcome, Mr. Ollivander."

He led Garrick to the living room, which was larger than before, and asked him to sit on the sofa for a while.

"Thank you, Merlin, for arriving so early." Mrs. Weasley hurried out of the kitchen, hugging her son and his fiancée warmly. "George, go and chop the onion. Don't roll your eyes, there's a mountain of cabbages waiting for Fred."

"Merry Christmas, Mrs. Weasley." Gwen looked at George's back and chuckled, "We all like this year's sweaters."

"You look great in it." Mrs. Weasley looked at her with satisfaction. "Thank you for the gifts, my dear. There are too many people in the family, and a set of tea sets of sufficient quantity is a great help. Pets are obsessed."

"I guess it must be a new item in George and Fred's store," Gwen thought for a while. "Muggle gadgets, which look like little eggs that have broken their shells, have been very popular recently."

"That's it, that's it." Mrs. Weasley entered the kitchen with her arms around Gwen, passing George who was leisurely chopping onions by the sink. "Come and taste it for me, Gwen, this is the mulled wine of the year, you can't make a mistake."

"Merry Christmas, family—" Another tall, red-haired wizard emerged from the green-lit fireplace. "Hi, Mom. I promise to come back next year with my girlfriend."

"You've got to get rid of that pile of cabbages before that, buddy." George and his twin high-fived.

"I can't believe it," Fred squeezed his hand vigorously. "I live next door to you, and today is Christmas—you didn't ask me to go out with you."

"I thought you would invite Angelina?" Gwen asked, holding a glass of warm red wine.

"She's going to spend the holidays with her family." Fred touched his nose and said coyly, "Well, I didn't write to her last week, and I pissed her off a bit."

"Hope you picked a thoughtful Christmas present." Gwen shrugged.

"Mom, I want a glass of mulled wine too." Fred yelled into the kitchen, "to soothe my wounded heart, I'm the only one in the family who came back—"

"—I hope you're not implying me." Charlie's tanned face emerged from the fireplace. "Because I came here by myself."

"You don't count." Fred and George said in unison, "You only love your dragon."

"Does this mean that Percy also entertained guests?" Gwen was a little curious, and added a stick of cinnamon to the red wine pot.

"He's too good to be true now." George finished off the onions and was helping Fred wash the cabbage. "He goes home for dinner every week."

"He and Audrey are also making rapid progress." Fred smirked, "We are working hard to get married before you."

The Burrow welcomed guests one after another.Harry and Ron went to King's Cross to pick up their girlfriends, complaining about the impersonal overtime at the Auror office.Several people were still discussing the need for a Muggle driver's license when they entered the room.

"I don't need that, Hermione. Just a little Confusion Charm..."

"You can't just use magic on Muggles, Ronald. Not to mention just to park the car—"

"Dad never used a driver's license when he drove us to school." Ron's nose was a little red from the cold, and he hugged everyone before Hermione's lecture hit.

"How's Hogwarts, girls." Gwen took Hermione and Ginny to decorate the Christmas tree, which they were very good at.

"As good as ever." Hermione magically cut out a bunch of golden dancing figures and made them circle around the tall fir trees. "Professor Dumbledore and Professor Slughorn retired completely, and before they left, they worked together to trick Professor Snape back into the position of headmaster - I hate to admit it, but Potions class is as tough as ever."

"Neville is applying to be a teaching assistant in herbalism." Ginny managed to get a few bouncing snowmen to hang on the tree. "Professor Sprout is overjoyed, finally someone can take her class."

"The students will like him." Gwen threw out the ugly goblin that George and Fred had caught with disgust. She couldn't stand the goblin dressed as an angel anymore. "They would make Neville tell the story of him beheading Nagini over and over again."

"Speaking of which!" Ginny covered her mouth and smiled, "A junior student asked Professor Snape and the savior's mother the story in Potions class."

"Merlin's beard—"

"How dare he—"

Hermione and Gwen both cried out.

"In the end he was fined a whole year of detention in school."

"Poor kid." Hermione sighed.

"Paid the price for his recklessness and ignorance." Gwen also sighed, "Let me guess, Gryffindor?"

Ginny gave her a look, and all three witches knew that this was indeed the way a lion cub behaved.

Sirius and Amelia Bones also knocked on the front door.They also bring Kreacher's signature French Onion Soup.

"It should have been retired a long time ago," Ms. Burns said. "It's very inhuman to have such an old elf serve a wizard."

Gwen saw a look of deep approval on Hermione's face.

"It would be more inhumane to deprive him of a cause he loves," said Sirius. "Remember Kreacher's dream?"

The members of the Order of the Phoenix present all thought of the decorations in Grimmauld Square, and tacitly believed that this was not a good topic suitable for the festive atmosphere.

"And you need it." Sirius changed the red wine in front of Amelia Bones for a cup of hot milk. "Kreacher is good at taking care of children."

"My God!" the witches began to scream again, and Mrs. Weasley, keenly hearing something, rushed out of the kitchen.

"Did you mention—the child?"

Ms. Burns's dignified face was a little flushed. "We—we were going to tell everyone after dinner. Sirius always messes up plans."

"Good news never comes early." Mr. Ollivander