94 hp Diagon Alley

Coffin, calling his little master's name over and over again.

Sirius stretched out his hand, covered the boy's face, and withdrew his hand again as if electrocuted.

"I haven't seen him for more than twenty years..." said Sirius, with terrible sadness on his face, "Harry, there are two people who have always been young in my mind, and one is James. , and the other is my younger brother."

"He's brave," said Harry finally, opening his mouth. "Clever too, he may have been the first to discover Voldemort's plans."

"Yes, yes." Sirius responded subconsciously, "I misjudged many people and paid a painful price. Everything is my fault..."

"It's over, Sirius," said Harry, walking over to pat his godfather on the shoulder.Then he said to the out of breath elf, "Take Regulus back, will you?"

"Yes, Kreacher." Sirius blinked his dark gray eyes, and a few glistening tears slid into his beard. "We can take him home now."

Reluctantly restoring the stadium to its original state, Gwen first went to the owl shed to catch a chubby messenger, and wrote a letter to Garrick, who was still staying at Aunt Muriel's house, to report her safety.Then Apparated to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

It was the first time that this hospital was so crowded. Visitors who consulted about ward numbers and floors, therapists in dark green robes were busy shuttling through the crowd, and countless family members were anxiously pacing outside the ward.

"Excuse me, where is Fred Weasley hospitalized?" The dusty Gwen found a table marked "Information Office" in the reception area. The wall behind the table was covered with notices and posters. On the left side of the desk, there is a large sign indicating the division of departments on each floor.

A wizard busy with sticking his wand in his head was dealing with several people at once.

"Spell damage is on the fifth floor, go up the stairs on the right - got stung by an acromantula? Second floor. No, I can't tell you where Severus Snape is, and I don't want to know where you are Which newspaper." The wizard finally looked back at Gwen, "Which Weasley are you looking for?"

"A family of redheads." Gwen decided to give him a hint.

"First floor, Utensil Accident Department." A note flew by his hand, he looked down, and said to Gwen.

After thanking them, Gwen squeezed out of the crowd at the information desk, turned left and right in the hospital, and finally found them.

After Gwen and the others greeted each other, seeing that Fred was fast asleep, she leaned aside and asked Ginny, "Why did they put Fred in the Artifacts Accident Department? It wasn't because the cauldron exploded or the broom collided."

"Because the fifth floor was full of people, and the therapist said that Fred was affected by the explosion, so he was hospitalized here." Ginny said. "Have you found his ear?"

"Unfortunately," Gwen whispered, "the house-elves said they didn't see the left ear in the castle, but Dobby swears that Peeves hid it."

The corners of Ginny's mouth twitched, not to worry about Peeves' unique collecting habit. "Mad-Eye just came to have a look and said he knew a good craftsman who could make Fred a wooden ear."

George joined them in the conversation. "I declined on Fred's behalf. He's going to be mad if he wakes up with a wooden ear in his head."

"He's all right anyway, right?" Gwen asked.

"He'll be fine." George smiled easily for the first time in two days. "Just wait and see, he's going to start complaining about Percy soon."

"Percy has become too clingy." Ginny looked away from the hospital bed, Percy was holding Fred's hand, and Mrs. Weasley shook her head in relief. "I don't know which one I like more, the former? Or the present?"

"He looks like a Weasley," Gwen concluded for her. "Now I finally see what Percy really looks like under the mask of top student."

On the third day after the war, the order of the magical world gradually began to operate in an orderly manner.

Hogwarts will start a new term in September and welcome back all students who missed their studies because of Voldemort and the Death Eaters.

Not surprisingly, both Hermione and Ginny were determined to bring their Hogwarts studies to a perfect end.

Gwen spent a day cleaning up the dusty Ollivander's wand shop, which, she said, could feed a brood of vixens.Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes also reopened, and Fred recovered with astonishing speed, and was rushed out of the hospital by therapists soon after.He and George have been rolling out new gadgets inspired by the mysterious man without a break.

For a time, almost every child in a wizarding family had their own doll with a bald head and no nose that made a hey hey laugh.

On the day she and George picked Fred out of the hospital, Gwen slipped up to the second floor.She touched an unremarkable ward, and sure enough, she found the Potions professor angrily reading the newspaper.

"Good morning, Professor." She patted on the door of the ward, and mouthed Snape's dark face inside the glass window.

Snape turned his gaze back to the newspaper, ignoring his former student.

Gwen knocked on the door again, and the professor who hated people really cast a spell on the door of the ward.

Just when she was about to call a therapist, the people inside let her in too much trouble.

"You look so good." Gwen said nonsense without changing his face and heartbeat, and put a small basket on the table next to the hospital bed. "Mrs Weasley made you a whole bunch of pies."

"With all due respect, Ollivander. The poor patient in front of you needs some quiet, private time, instead of self-righteous sympathy and interruption." Snape snorted coldly.

"I must also say that St. Mungo's Hospital has given you enough care." Gwen opened the window a crack, allowing sunlight to shine into the gloomy ward. "They didn't disclose any information about you to the outside world, and it took us a lot of effort to find you."

Snape snapped and tossed the newspaper aside.

Gwen glanced at it curiously and almost laughed out loud. "The Daily Prophet? What an absurd inference, it actually says you and Harry's mother..."

Snape's face became even more frightening.

"Anyway, Rita Skeeter's fiction also has an advantage. Professor Snape has become the most painful finger for many housewives." Gwen held up her little finger with a suppressed smile and said, "Weasley Madame and several parents of the students are trying to introduce you to a beautiful witch."

"If you want me to see Merlin earlier, you can go out now." The potions professor hissed, "You have achieved your goal."

"No, Professor," Gwen said. "On the contrary, I'm here to remind you kindly. The Order of the Phoenix plans to throw a celebration party after you leave the hospital, and at least three ladies will come with good intentions."

Severus Snape's mind was racing.

"I want them to know that the therapist has allowed me to leave in three weeks," he said slowly.

"Well, they'll know." Gwen took one last look at the eye-catching report in the Daily Prophet, and left the ward under the murderous gaze of her former Potions professor.

"What did he say?" George leaned against the wall, letting Gwen take his arm.

"Three weeks." Gwen answered honestly.

"Then we have to tell mom that Snape will slip away within half a month at most." George said after thinking for a while. "They're moving faster."

From the bottom of her heart, Gwen felt that the old and cunning Professor Snape could not be caught by witches so easily, but she didn't want to be hated by a Slytherin, so she decided to keep silent about it.

"Back to Diagon Alley?" She changed the topic and said, "I have a surprise for you."

Gwen and George Apparated back to the familiar Diagon Alley, but neither of them headed for their respective shops.

"I've been preparing for a long time," Gwen said, "emptying my little coffers—and part of Garrick's savings."

She took George to a building next to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.

"I bought this place, George." Gwen pointed to the dilapidated small building in front of him and said, "94 Diagon Alley."

George looked a little excited, his eyes kept jumping between the joke shop and the small building, and occasionally looked at the wand shop across the street.

"Don't you understand?" Gwen looked at him and reacted a little anxiously, "There is a yard behind this small building—"

"I want to hear you tell me yourself, Gwen." George grinned. "Because No. 94 used to be a store."

"Not anymore," said Gwen, "because I'm going to make a big difference. The first floor will be Ollivander—"

"What?" cried George.

"—to make Ollivander's Wand Care Shop," Gwen insisted. "I'm not a very good wandmaker yet, but I can repair and maintain wands. Post-war wizards desperately need such a place. "

"Looks like Garrick has a few more years to go." George thought of Mr. Ollivander sympathetically. "Or maybe he's perfectly happy with the decision."

"It's best not to let old Garrick make too many new wands until I learn his wand craft thoroughly." Gwen nodded, "Believe me, if everyone comes with broken wands, he will definitely Hurry up and forget food and sleep."

"Go on, Gwen." George squeezed Gwen's fingers.

"As for the second and third floors, sir." Gwen pinched back, "Excuse me, do you want to live here with me?"

"Of course!" George picked up Gwen and turned around, causing the customers who lined up at the door of the joke store to turn back frequently. "I would - but this time you