94 hp Diagon Alley

After a week of continuous review, I finally happily ushered in the opportunity for research and development experiments.

"Tell me, Gwen, what are you going to do?" The twins were wearing Mrs. Weasley's newly woven hats. This time, even Gwen received one, and they wore it to show off in the market that day.

"Let's think about it, this cage must actively attract mice, maybe use an advanced summoning spell? Then add a few confinement spells." Gwen bit the quill candy and scratched on the parchment that has not changed for thousands of years. come and go.

"If you're going to make it an automatic mousetrap," George said slowly, "you've got to figure out a way for the cage to recognize the creature."

"Genius, bro." Fred and George clapped their hands together. "Gwen, we just happen to know a little spell against goblins. Every time Mom asks us to do the garden..."

"...we always charm the biggest goblin out there..."

"...grab goblins by the ankles and spin them around a few times to stun them, then throw them out of the garden..."

"...those guys are so dumb that when they realize they're going goblinding, they all scurry out of their holes to see what's going on..."

Gwen dazzled as she watched the twins sing and share the Weasley goblin story, barely interrupting them to ask, "I don't understand, what does this have to do with the rat cage?"

Fred made a look of pity. "You really need to relax, Gwen. I can't hear the sound of your head racing."

"Fred is right, you should spare yourself - I'm not saying we don't want to review the OWLs - well, that spell that picks out the biggest goblins, with a slight twist, can identify the smallest things. "

Gwen withdrew her gaze from staring at George, thoughtfully, "That makes sense, George. If we can accurately identify the smallest creature in the room, then we can catch Scabbers smoothly."

Fred added, "Even if you just want to catch Scabbers, it's easier to have the cage catch the smallest magical creature in the room."

"But Ron said that Banban has nothing." Gwen was puzzled.

"It can live for 12 years is its greatest ability - under our hands." The twins looked at each other and smiled evilly.

"Okay, gentlemen." Gwen happily "disturbed" the Weasley brothers who were sleeping in the library, "The spell you taught me is done. I managed to find the smallest one in the owl shed." That, and in the presence of several wizards."

George, who opened his eyes in a daze, just woke up and saw Gwen's face appearing in front of him. He stared blankly for a full minute, until Gwen's back went numb.Fortunately, Fred woke up with a groan like an old man, which made the embarrassing scene come alive.

"... Ah, great, so what's the next step?" George sat up quickly and wiped his face and asked.

Gwen waited for a while until the goosebumps subsided before saying, "I need your help for the next step. Go and ask Ron to borrow a copy of "The Monster Book of Monsters" that I am using in the third grade."

"Why don't you borrow it yourself?" Fred unceremoniously pointed out the crux of the problem.

Gwen persuaded herself to sink down and explain well.

"Because Ron and Hermione quarreled again, yes, it was about Crookshanks and Scabbers. But the dog is pursuing Crookshanks, so as his master, I must maintain a friendly relationship with Hermione— How could I expect you boys who only have Bludgers in their heads to understand? Anyway, for the love of dogs, I can't talk to Ron in front of Hermione when Ron and Hermione are arguing, but Even if these two guys quarrel every day, they still stick together from morning to night, what kind of strange relationship is this?"

"Okay," George felt that his newly recovered brain had turned into a mess again, "then why do you want that weird book?"

Gwen pointed to her simple and unremarkable cage, "I like the book's sharp teeth and beast-like bite. I'm going to add some decoration and a little bit of danger to my mouse cage."

About an hour later, when the twins returned to the common room with the monster book tied with a rope, they found many people crowded in the corridor.

"Please let me pass." Percy's voice came from behind them, and he stepped out of the crowd with dignity. "Why are you stuck here? You all must have forgotten your password—I'm sorry, I'm the president of the Boys' Student Council—"

The crowd fell silent, from the front, so it was like a chill spreading down the corridor.They heard Percy speak, and their voices suddenly shrilled: "Someone ask Professor Dumbledore. Quick!"

"What's going on," said Gwen, who had just arrived.

Sirius invaded Gryffindor Tower and attacked the portrait of the fat lady at the door of the dormitory.

"The teachers and I will conduct a thorough search of the castle," Professor Dumbledore said to the students. At this time, Professor McGonagall and Flitwick closed all the doors of the auditorium. "For your own safety, I Thought you might have to spend the night here. I asked the prefects to stand guard at the entrance to the hall, and the Head Boys and Girls to stay in the hall and take care of it. Report to me immediately if anything happens," he added to Percy. , Percy looked proud of an important person, "Find a ghost to bring me a message."

Professor Dumbledore paused, and was about to leave the auditorium, and said: "Oh, yes, you will need..." He waved his wand casually, and the long tables flew to the edge of the auditorium, and stood against the wall; With another wave, the ground is covered with hundreds of purple sleeping bags. "Sleep well," said Professor Dumbledore, closing the door behind him as he went out.Immediately, the auditorium was buzzing with excitement: the students of Gryffindor House were busy telling other students what had just happened.

Gwen stared closely at Harry and the others, and the three little guys grabbed three sleeping bags and hid in a corner.Gwen quickly pulled the twins and Ginny to quietly occupy a place near them.

But Ginny refused to lie down with her dangerous twin brothers, and decided to squeeze between Hermione and Gwen, eavesdropping on their speculations about how Sirius got into the castle.Gwen tried her best to eavesdrop in her sleeping bag, but she didn't know if Hermione cast some kind of sound-proof spell, or they were too far away. Gwen could only hear her own heartbeat and George's long breathing next to her. .

Until he turned over and supported his head, he let out a chuckle as if he was panting.Gwen quickly tightened her sleeping bag and rolled to the left to face Ginny.

"You're like an eavesdropping mouse." A warm air flowed from Gwen's ear, and George said with a half-smile behind his back.

She gritted her teeth and retorted, "Don't call me a mouse." Then she turned over with a big movement, and knocked her head on George's chin, causing him to cry out in pain.

Percy happened to pass by, his warning eyes stayed on the two of them for a while, and then he left in a hurry, probably because he wanted to join the conversation between Dumbledore and Snape.

"You're a rude little mouse now." George hissed, rubbing his chin in his sleeping bag.

"Call me a mouse again, and I promise to punch you in the stomach." Gwen said, shaking her fist.

"Okay, okay, I think Sirius will be scared away by your threats." George reached out with a big hand and gently stroked Gwen's head, making her feel like a pet with a temper. "Good night, Gwen."

"...Good night, George." Gwen put away that untimely imagination, decided to sleep well, and tomorrow she will transform her great mousetrap.

Half asleep, she heard Fred throw up, followed by a muffled grunt, through George.

In the early morning of the next day, Gwen felt sore from sleeping on the floor, as if someone had rolled her into a sack and beat her up and down all night.

"Let me tell you, your sleeping appearance is not very good." George's voice came from far away.

Gwen struggled for a long time to get out of the sleeping bag, and then she greedily breathed in the fresh air, "Merlin, I almost drowned in the sleeping bag."

"And I almost got punched out of your head." George said in a good mood.

It was only then that Gwen noticed that she was in an extremely strange position - huddled - with her head on George's belly. Although she didn't want to admit it, she was indeed like a wild boar at the moment.

Under such circumstances, you must not lose, Gwen cheered herself up loudly in her heart.Then he rubbed George's belly carefully up and down, left and right.

"I rubbed it for you," she said, "no holes, it's soft." Then Gwen blushed, silly girl, you've embarrassed the Ollivanders, and then she He added in a hurry, "It seems that Wood hasn't trained enough, I haven't touched my abdominal muscles."

It was rare for George to be choked up by these words, and for a moment he didn't know what to say, but felt the warmth of his stomach which had been carelessly rubbed by his little hands.The hot energy went straight up his stomach, and a warm current flowed through his heart.

Don't let the little girl get the upper hand, George said to himself. "Ha, Wood is 'training' your friend recently." Merlin!what are you saying!George!He groaned inwardly, and even heard Fred laughing and laughing in disgust.

Gwen was lacking a reason to get out of the current embarrassing situation, so she quickly sat up straight, just in time to see Wood and Katie who were sleeping close together.

Then she smiled maliciously, like a primary school student who discovered an underground love affair with a classmate, "Hehehe, the two of them unexpectedly