94 hp Diagon Alley

. George shivered holding Fred's head.

Now it was Gwen's turn to be dumbfounded, "Three doors for one person?" She clenched her fists and made a cracking sound, "Am I dreaming? I heard that Bill and Percy won twelve excellent certificates. Min can go to the exam now and pass at least six. George Weasley and Fred Weasley, I will keep an eye on you this year."

The two older boys on the couch wailed: "Did Mommy pull her hair out and drink Polyjuice Potion, where is our smart and cute little sister Gwen!"

Without raising her head, Gwen said, "I don't have such an unworthy son as you." She tapped on a thick stack of books, "Now, let's make a perfect plan."

When Ron and the others returned to the dormitory, their jaws were almost taken off by the sight in front of them.Fred and George were sitting in front of the fireplace, looking pale at the list in each other's hands.

"Well, you'll look at astronomy, protection of magical creatures and charms."

"I'll look at yours, Transfiguration, History of Magic, Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Wait a minute, there's another herbal science, which I've given to you George, and you only have a theoretical course on History of Magic."

"Are you kidding, herbalism and magical creatures can be reviewed together, come and see."

"Gentlemen," said Gwen, pacing behind them with her wand, "if it feels unfair, I'd like to add another Potions class."

"No, no, dear Gwen," Fred patted George on the shoulder vigorously, "George said he would!" Then he whispered to his brother with a wink, "I'm going out with Angelina, bro, you Sacrifice once for me."

George gave him an elbow calmly, "Shut up, Fred, just say one more word and I promise you will contract Potions."

Ron finally retracted his chin, "G...Gwen, are you going to teach them the content of the OWLs exam?"

Gwen gave Ron a bright smile: "Of course not! I'm only in the fourth grade, how can I know the fifth grade?" Then she stroked the twins' hair eeriely, "I just supervise them to complete their review tasks every day, Then expect them to use telepathy to get twice the result with half the effort to get the certificate."

Ron suddenly felt that Hermione was a gentle and good friend.

The third worry:

Gouzi fell in love with Crookshanks.Like every male cat in heat, he flatters his beloved girl.From then on, it was difficult to see the big fat cat in Gwen's dormitory.Gwen observed several times, and Crookshanks was indeed a noble lady, she walked the catwalk in the corridor reservedly.And that huge white ball of hair was always running around behind her, wheezing.

"Like a fool." She defined the behavior in her mind.

"Why can't the dog impress Crookshanks' heart?" Gwen caught Hermione, who had been seeing her head and tail lately, at a dinner.

"Leave me alone, Gwen." Hermione looked devastated. "Everyone is asking me about Crookshanks. Ron has had a few fights with me about this, saying my cat eats He killed his rat. Now when he can't find his own rat, he blames me for not looking good at my cat. Even you come to ask me about Crookshanks' relationship news, God, I can't take it anymore. "

"Okay, okay." Gwen patted her arm reassuringly, "Maybe I can help you find Scabbers, Fred and George know that no Hogwarts mouse escapes the palm of my hand." I'm better at this than Mrs. Norris." Seeing Hermione calm down, "Perhaps when the mouse is found, the dog can have a good date with Crookshanks. Ron won't quarrel with you again Yeah, he's such an ignorant bad boy."

"Ron is as stupid as a dog." She defined it again in her heart.

The fourth worry:

How can the boastful Gwen catch Ron's mouse.

She decided to chat with her partners first.Of course, by measuring how much their beautiful red hair has grown.

"One inch," Gwen said, putting away the tape measure. "That's great, gentlemen. Now we can discuss how to keep Scabbers alive in a castle this big."

"Thank you, dear Gwen." Fred saluted exaggeratedly, "What a kind decision you are willing to let it live."

George also pretended to help his brother up, "Although we don't think it's necessary to go all out to catch a mouse that can only eat and sleep."

Gwen squinted and satirized them, "Will Ron's big brothers pay for him a new mouse? I think, they will be able to go to Hogsmeade in a few weeks, just in time..."

"Make a mouse cage, Gwen," the twins said tacitly.

Perhaps a charmed rat cage was a good idea, something Gwen had brought up as well.

Thus, Gwen, who was promoted to the fourth grade, experienced for the first time what it means to be involuntary when she grows up. In addition to attending class, she completes her and Katie's homework every day, supervises the Weasley brothers to review in the library, and observes from time to time The emotional life of a dog.Busy, too busy.

And Ron's on-and-off relationship with Hermione was still messing with her.

Until the Quidditch match on the day of the storm, at least a hundred dementors attacked Harry amidst the rumbling thunder.The boy fell hard from fifty feet.

"What happened?" Harry asked hoarsely when he woke up from a coma on the hospital wing bed.

"You fell," said Fred, "it must have been - then - fifty feet."

"We thought you were dead," Arya said, shaking.Hermione let out a low screech, her eyes congested with blood. "But that match," said Harry, "what happened to it, can we play it again?"

"Diggory caught the Snitch," said George, "just after you fell. He didn't understand what happened. When he looked back and saw you fell to the ground, he was going to call off the match. Wanted a rematch. But they won fair and squarely.. Even Wood admitted that."

"Where's Wood?" said Harry, suddenly realizing that Wood wasn't there.

"It's still raining," Fred said. "We think he's going to drown himself."

"Don't worry about him, Harry." Gwen stuck her head out from the visiting crowd, she also looked wet, "Katie is going to drown with him."

Harry buried his face between his knees and grabbed his hair with his hands.Fred grabbed Harry by the shoulders and shook him roughly. "Well, Harry, you've always caught the Snitch before." "There's always a miss," said George. "The game isn't over," Fred said.

"Don't blame yourself, Harry. You're still our best Seeker." The team was gone, leaving trails of mud behind.Madam Pomfrey closed the door behind them, looking unhappy.

Fred and George wanted to make Harry happy, so kindly Gwen offered to work with them.

"You've been with us like our shadow lately, Gwen," Fred pointed out sharply.

"It's Wood's fault," Gwen admitted bluntly. "Now I understand that Katie is not going to marry Quidditch, she is going to marry your captain."

Fred and George couldn't figure it out with their crude wizard heads: "Wood? He's in love with a Quaffle and he's not in love with a girl."

"I'd rather I was wrong, or the rain gave them a high fever together," Gwen pouted, "but I'm sure Wood wouldn't have kissed a Quaffle, would I?"

"He might—what? You said he kissed Katie..." Fred almost jumped up.

"...the back of Merlin's head." Even George had to admit that he had misread the wooden Quidditch captain.

"Okay, don't act like a first grader. Gentlemen, you canceled today's review task to make Harry feel better." Gwen tapped her forehead with her wand, "I think he needs it most now." What I want to do is go to Hogsmeade with my friends. Especially the last time before Christmas."

"Good idea." George nodded. "Fred and I can make him a nice Christmas present." Then he gave his brother a look.

The other party successfully received and was eager to try.

Gwen, who was confused, couldn't help asking, "What gift? I thought you just need to tell him a secret passage. I heard that Harry has an invisibility cloak."

"Naive, Gwen." Fred raised his chin, "There is an Eastern proverb, giving him a fish is worse than giving him a fishing net."

"I thought it was better to teach a man to fish than to teach him how to fish." Gwen interrupted his inappropriate academic showing off.

"That's what it means. George and I will give him the secret of our success." Fred proudly made a decision.

Afterwards, Gwen, who learned about this treasure, almost ran to death in front of Filch's office. She pinched the twins by their necks and asked why they didn't show her the Marauder's Map.

"What a perfect, powerful, intelligent magical item! Four years! We've known each other for four years! You ditched me for an imp with glasses - a fine inventor!" she tweeted. The howling of the soul.

The boys who don't know anything have to double review the OWLs to extinguish the anger of their friends.

George still has a long, long way to go

Gwen's fourth-year inventions started when Hagrid asked for a few rat cages, although the new Professor of Conservation of Magical Creatures made it clear that she had these cages meant for stingers, not rat cages.

So Fred and George