94 hp Diagon Alley

Another step faster than me. "

Gwen thought her fiancé might be hinting at her reckless courtship.

"The problem is," she hurriedly pulled George closer to the small building, so as not to be laughed at by the guests, "I don't have any poor Nats left."

"We need to decorate this place, dear." George said, looking at the dust, cobwebs, and strange creatures nesting in the small building. "Don't worry, leave it to me. I have a pocket full of gold Long."

Gwen was not polite at all, "Well, I want a nice big sofa, and a balcony where I can drink tea - we need at least three or four bedrooms, if friends come to visit -"

"——I assure you, Dad taught me how to build a building long ago." George tapped his temple with his index finger, trying to get Gwen's imagination into his mind.

"Except for the garden. I want to tend the little garden myself," Gwen said. "Do you want me to catch some Burrow goblins?"

George shivered in disgust, "I don't have any plans for now."

"We both have to work, maybe hire a house-elf." Gwen began to worry. "Honey, we're going to be poor for a while."

George held Gwen in his arms, stroked her hair soothingly, and said through gritted teeth, "Fred and I still have at least 34 ideas about Voldemort."

Under the guidance of Arthur Weasley, George's progress in building the building was extremely fast.

That September, the day the Hogwarts Express left King's Cross.Gwen and George moved into their new home at 94 Diagon Alley.

"I'm wearing my best clothes." Gwen stood nervously outside the door. This dilapidated small building has completely changed its appearance now.Unlike the crooked Burrow, No. 94 is a beautiful red brick house.The signboard on the first floor is stamped with golden Ollivander, and the second and third floors are wonderfully scattered, which contrasts with the joke shop next to it. "Although I've been able to see it across the way, this house is really wonderful, George."

"Come in, charming lady." The tall Weasley accepted her compliment, blowing his hair, and opened the door for her.

"A big counter," exclaimed Gwen, "and I can finally be a respectable boss—not crouching behind a cramped desk."

"And some pleasant little decorations." George clapped his hands, and a few reluctant Cornish elves pulled back the drapes.

Gwen snorted, and George Weasley hung a fake wand from his shop on the cabinet.These props that have the same shape as the wand change their appearance from time to time, some are Muggle rubber ducks, some are holly trees full of small red fruits, and some are shining silver-white stars.

"I've always admired your humor." Gwen couldn't help but admire, "and it's very aesthetic."

"Don't be surprised too early, good girl, come and have a look on the second floor." George pushed her upstairs.

"Are you kidding!" Gwen stomped her feet happily. "Have you brought the Burrow's living room and dining room into our home?"

"I like that you call this our home," said George, puffing out his chest proudly, "but it's just that I put it as it is—I think we can agree that there's no more cozy living room than The Burrow, yes. ?"

"Of course!" Gwen said, "You also prepared a big sofa for me! Gouzi and Crookshanks can sleep here all afternoon!"

"Speaking of sleeping, I think you should take a look at our bedroom." George rolled his eyes, coaxing and coaxing her into the bedroom while Gwen was still immersed in joy.

"Fine windows." Gwen paced the room excitedly, "a dresser - Ginny would envy me - you've thought of everything, George, there's no better boyfriend .”

"Did you see this bed, Gwen." George quietly closed the door, walked to the bed and sat down, patted the place beside him to signal Gwen to come over.

"Of course, a large, soft bed."

"This reminds me of an unexpected date in the boys' dormitory in Gryffindor." George waved his wand, the curtains fell, and several candlesticks that had been prepared in the room lit up warmly. "What a great time."

Gradually realizing that something was wrong, Gwen swallowed.

"Except for one thing, I've been thinking about it all the time." George's wand didn't stop, and an old record player in the corner sang lazily. "You are always one step ahead of me."

"You know, as a Gryffindor, it's my habit to take the initiative." Gwen felt a little stiffness in her back, and George's hand was wandering.

"Indeed, I can't blame you. So this time I decided to take the initiative." George rolled over and pressed down.The wand in his hand began to wave maliciously.

The ribbon on Gwen's beautiful new dress was slowly undoing itself.

"Ah! Magic!" said George, intoxicated and cheerful.

"Ah, magic..." Gwen gritted her teeth and said viciously.

"I love you, Miss Wand." George said softly in his ear.

"I love you too, Mr. Mischief."

Now, the storybook about them may close.On this piece of parchment, which is full of traces of magic, there is still the last sentence written.

Mischief never ends.

The mischief never ends.

[Enter with caution! Confessions of Astoria Greengrass

My name is Astoria Greengrass.When I was almost 17 years old, I learned a secret about myself.It was also on that day that I decided to make my own portrait.

Frankly, it was kind of weird to see myself in the frame.The girl in the portrait has blond curly hair, long eyelashes, and a pair of cute dimples when she smiles.

After watching it for a while, I came to the conclusion: I am really a lovely witch, especially compared to my sister.

As all wizards know, those portraits that seem to have independent minds are subjected to magical input day in and day out.So I gradually got used to sitting in front of the portrait every day and talking to myself.

In my limited life, I have been extremely curious about one question.

Does Draco Malfoy love me?

The answer is obvious, since most people know that Malfoy only loves himself.But as someone who has lived with him for almost 20 years, he still gives me a little bit of fantasy sometimes.That's why I keep asking myself this question over and over again.

Guys, please stop thinking about it.I am not a witch obsessed with unreal love.I just have a little obsession with things that I can't figure out, really, only a little bit.

We can start with my adult summer.

It has been more than a year since the Second Wizarding War, and those pure-blood families who are on the wrong team are gradually showing a rising trend.Boring parties are the best proof.

My sister and I have very different views on the last war.In my opinion, Voldemort's thinking is fundamentally rotten - I mean treating pure blood wizards differently from non-pure blood wizards.But in Daphne's view, the Second Wizarding War was a humiliating defeat of pure-blood wizards, only because the defeated side had a stupid leader.

Sometimes I think Daphne's mind is like You-Know-Who's, the size of an almond.But I am very tolerant to her, because my parents have been too strict with my sister since childhood.

That morning, she stuffed me into a gown with troll-like brute force.Honestly, I'm a slender girl, but I suspect the waist of that gown is for someone without viscera.

"Do we have to torture each other?" I couldn't help but say. "You've tried three times, Daphne, there's no way I'm going to get it on."

"Don't talk, hold your breath." She said angrily, "Today's guests are all important. There are Rozier, Shacklebolt, Longbottom, Slughorn, and—Malfoy!"

I probably gasped so hard that she managed to tie the skirt.

"It's amazing." I took a long time to make my voice, "The guests we entertain include both sides."

Daphne's complexion is no better than mine.I didn't want to provoke her, but I sat carefully beside her and fixed her hair.Because I am a gentle and considerate little sister.

"You don't need to be nervous, Duffy. You can pick the most handsome one out there."

She snorted again angrily, slapped my hand away, and picked out a suitable lipstick for me.

I know what to expect today.Mom and Dad have already started urging Daphne, she must choose an excellent husband as soon as possible, of course, must be pure blood.The glory of Greengrass was crushed on a little girl.

There's no way out for Daphne, because I'm obviously not the kid who can take on the heavy responsibility.I feel sorry for her, but I can't blame my parents.Because I was able to enjoy a comfortable life and the so-called "noble" status, all thanks to the sacrifices of generations of wizards in the family.

You see, what's so good about being a pure-blood wizard?

But Daphne doesn't need to worry, because I have already thought of a candidate for her - Draco Malfoy.

There is no one more suitable than him.The Malfoy family used some means to act as Dumbledore's internal support under the nose of the Dark Lord, and now they have the endorsement of the savior Potter.But in a year, Lucius Malfoy started to manage the brand new Ministry of Magic again.How ironic, as long as he is on the right side in the end, no one will remember the little blemish of the past.They are still magnificent