94 hp Diagon Alley

Sheng smiled and sat across from them, "Gwen, we have a new customer."

"I'm still troubled that Lupine made you godfather to his son without my knowledge," Sirius said to Harry. "Now the trouble is, who will be my boy's godfather?"

Harry smiled goofyly, seemingly overwhelmed by the good news about Sirius.

"Both of you are pure-blood wizards," said Hermione. "Why would a child need a godfather?"

"It's a fad, Hermione," said Sirius playfully. "If other people's children have godfathers, mine must have one too. Besides, there's no such thing as pure-blood wizards these days, miss."

Perhaps it was the benefits brought about by Voldemort's downfall, no one talks about pure blood and half blood every day.

"Isn't Lupine a good choice off the shelf?" Fred asked.

Ms. Burns beckoned him hastily from under the table.

As expected, Sirius began to retort: ​​"He is my niece's husband, theoretically the same generation as my children." But everyone could see that he was complaining because of Lupine's quick footsteps.

Harry couldn't help but said, "In theory, Teddy and I are of the same generation."

"Do you know how we can solve this problem?" George said secretly to Gwen.

"Don't—" said Gwen, "don't—"

"Well," George blinked at her and cleared his throat, "Snape might be a good candidate."

The air freezes.

"I mean, he's a professor at Hogwarts, a classmate of yours, and he doesn't have any weird relatives." George continued, "What else, yes, he happens to be a high-profile hero."

Sirius' expression froze in place, he seemed to want to curse a little bit, and unconsciously considered that old enemy he hated so much.

"Stop talking nonsense, Sirius." His wife handed him a full glass of wine. "It's Christmas and we're guests of the friendly Weasleys."

Sirius drank the wine in front of him and walked away. "I'm going outside to see the goblins."

"What about Little Black's godfather—" Fred fanned the flames from behind.

"Remus, it's him." The handsome wizard's voice came from afar.

"You two bastards." Mrs. Weasley came over with a large plate of cream stew, and struck Fred and George over the heads with her wand.

"Imagine Old Bat's Gryffindor godson," Ron said to Harry, getting Hermione's eye for the impolite address. "To make matters worse, his last name is Blake."

"It's no big deal," Harry wiped his eyes with a smile, "he's protected a Gryffindor named Potter for many years."

Ms. Bones had to remind them that she was from Hufflepuff and try to stop the strange visions of the two immature wizards.

"Snape hates children," Ginny and Gwen discussed. "He's not going to be anyone's godfather."

"I advise you to be careful with your words, Ginny." Gwen shared the tableware with the others, "Maybe Harry has such a plan."

Ginny's face turned a little pale, and she glanced nervously at her savior boyfriend, hesitating whether to change her Christmas wish.

"Let's go, let's go!" Mrs. Weasley manipulated a huge plate of turkey, beckoning to the others. "It's time for the banquet, family."

"Merry Christmas." Mr. Weasley raised his glass.

"Merry Christmas." The wizards at the Burrow table raised their glasses.

And this is just an ordinary, lively and warm Christmas in their future life.

In case you're curious, a Scottish owl flew over from Nurmengard that day and threw a pair of woolen socks into the house.

94 Diagon Alley

"Is your wand repaired?" Gwen let go of her hands wrapped around George's neck and looked at Harry with some surprise.

The person involved just got out from under the invisibility cloak, and hurriedly put one hand behind his back. "Yes... yes."

"May I know how to do it?" Gwen said carefully, she didn't want to make Harry feel uncomfortable.

"Actually," Harry hesitated for a moment, taking out the Elder Wand that was hidden behind his back. "Because of it."

Gwen knew she probably looked like the goblin at Gringotts, but she couldn't help her salivation for the fabled wand.After a moment, George patted her on the back.

Gwen managed to recover, shook her head, and pushed Harry's hand away, "As a friend, I beg you to keep him away from me—"

"Oh, I thought you'd want to see it." Harry twirled the Elder Wand, and the dangerous movement of his fingers made Gwen and Ron, who came after him, startled.

"Don't—I mean, don't let other wizards know that there is such a good thing—" Gwen squeezed her throat, feeling her breath coming shortly, "Otherwise Ollivander won't be able to sell another one in the future." A new wand!"

"Gwen means that everyone will go to Potter's house and ask him to fix their broken wand." George joked, "Please, Harry, put it away, my girlfriend is going to pass out."

After saying goodbye to the Saviors, Gwen and George returned to the Great Hall.

"For Merlin's sake, where have you all been?" Mrs. Weasley resumed her usual enthusiasm, "Professor McGonagall has arranged tasks for everyone."

Seeing that George's face was about to collapse, Fred, whimpering, raised an arm.Percy hurriedly explained, "Half of the people will transfer the wounded to St. Mungo's, and the rest can stay to clean up the battlefield."

"I'll take you there, buddy." George lifted Fred up immediately, careful not to touch his fragile ribs.

"You guys go first," Gwen said to the Weasleys, looking at the professors with broken expressions, "I'll come soon and meet you at the hospital. Fred, you will be fine, and you are now As handsome as George."

"Don't lie, bad girl, even if I lose an ear, I'm still the prettiest kid in the Weasley family." Fred squeezed a string of words through his teeth, and was pressed on a simple sheet by his brothers. on a stretcher, walked a little further away and Apparated.

Gwen turned to Professor McGonagall, who was explaining something to the house-elves.

"professor."

"...when we've cleared the rocks, you can clean up... What's the matter, Ollivander?"

"Is there anything I can do?"

"You showed up just in time - we couldn't keep the families of the casualties in the castle to help - Oliver Wood and Katie Bell went to the Quidditch pitch and the Death Eaters messed it up, you can Go and help them. Thank goodness, Filch, that's half the castle gate, put it there, and Felius will figure it out."

Gwen hurried away from the dean who was so busy that the soles of his feet were about to spark, and ran to the Quidditch pitch.What she said was right, the once spectacular arena was now in a mess, with several giant goals lying crookedly on the ground.

Gwen swore she saw Wood standing lonely in the middle of the field.This reminded her of the time when Gryffindor lost the House Cup in her sixth grade, and Wood, the captain, wanted to drown herself in the heavy rain.

"How long is your husband going to be sad?" Gwen walked up to her good friend Katie.

"Leave him alone," Katie said without turning her head. "This is Oliver's best memory. Let him be sad for a while. Let's go do our job."

"Okay, I'll fix the stands for Slytherin and Ravenclaw." Gwen shrugged.

"Leave me the rest of the stands," Katie said, waving her wand and yelling not far away. "Ollie, you'd better hurry up and fix the goal and the post."

"There's still the lawn." The tall Wood said in a muffled voice, but he also began to move, "The turf needs to be re-paved, otherwise the players will be in trouble if they fall."

"He means that players who fall on the ground will be injured and cannot get up immediately to continue the game." Katie said secretly.

Gwen climbed to the top of the stands, chanted the Restoration Charm, and the pieces of wood lined up to return to their original places.

It was already dawn, and the sun was already hanging on the spire of Hogwarts Castle.The wounded in the Great Hall had left one after another, and Hagrid and his little brother were carrying the giant spiders and other creatures that died in the battle, and the kind gamekeeper wanted to bury them properly.The gate of Hogwarts Castle was reinstalled by Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout was taking care of her poor greenhouse that was trampled by giants, and Professor Slughorn repaired the collapsed outer wall with swift movements. It was as if he had done the same thing countless times.

Gwen saw Harry by accident—she thought the boy had left school long ago to hide himself.But then he appeared beside the Black Lake, where there was a white marble tomb.On closer inspection, Sirius and Kreacher are also nearby.

Harry knew where to find his godfather.He also felt that he should go to him.

When he came to Dumbledore's fake tomb, Sirius was still hesitant to open the coffin.So Harry decided to help him, just like Sirius guided him in "King's Cross Station".

He shook his wand lightly, and the white marble coffin that had been split by Voldemort slowly opened.Unlike what he remembered, it was no longer Dumbledore's "corpse" lying there, but a handsome boy with a pale face and black hair.

Sirius seemed to have difficulty controlling his emotions, and he knelt beside the coffin as if he had fallen.

Kreacher was so sad that he couldn't help himself, and his whole body was about to fall into the stone.