94 hp Diagon Alley

slept together..."

"...and both of us," George commented calmly.

"What's the matter?" Gwen said without thinking, and then almost fled, got up and left with her sleeping bag in her arms. "Today, the third floor is empty in the old classroom. When Fred wakes up, come and make a cage."

George pursed his lips, and patted his stomach unsatisfied.

"What's the matter?" his brother finally couldn't help it, and repeated viciously in George's ear, "Our little George still has a - long - very - long way to go."

Empty classrooms on the third floor.

When Fred and George arrived, there was a crazy iron cage on the scene, with a layer of furry skin on the outside, a bloody mouth, and a row of piercing fangs inside, rattling with force. Kachi gnawed at the table leg.The desks and chairs in the classroom were all spared, and the perpetrator sat on the bookcase against the wall.

"I can't figure it out." Gwen spread her hands. "This beast doesn't listen to me, and it can't even use spell stop."

Fred and George had no choice but to step on the cage alone with a dark face, while the other quickly threw a dung into it.The crazy iron cage finally shut up, as if he had eaten enough.It seems that the taste of dung eggs is not good enough, so he spit up a few times.

"It's terrible," Fred wiped his sweat. "You actually took Ron's book cover alive and put it outside the cage. Oh, no wonder Mom always said, don't mess with witches."

George stretched out his hand to grab the little witch on the bookcase. Gwen seemed to want to step on the table for strength, but she slipped and fell directly on George.

She stuck her head in his chest and hit her own nose, and now two streams of nosebleeds were trickling down George's robes.

"Ah...it's the second time, Miss Gwen." George, who helped the witch up, said weakly, clutching his chest, "Three years have passed, how could you still hit my bone accurately."

Gwen frantically touched George's chest (?), and after confirming that he had no fractures, he angrily stopped the bleeding for himself, and skillfully cleaned George's robe.

Fred muttered dissatisfiedly from the side, "Anyone notice that there is a poor Weasley here? Sweet young people with nosebleeds."

Under the staring eyes of the two, Fred scratched his nose guiltily, and pointed to the quiet cage, "Okay, let me, the only person in this room who still has a shred of reason, get back to business. Gwen, your identification spell Doesn't seem to blend well with the cage's beast coat."

"Or because there is only this little mouse in the classroom." George tilted his head to Gwen. "There are only tables and chairs, and the not-so-smart mousetrap thinks that this pile of rotten wood can be eaten in its stomach."

Gwen suddenly realized, and then took a step forward, "That's right, gentlemen. I think we should improve the spells and book covers first, and then find some little guys to experiment with. Help me and Ron, I'm sorry I put his The book was torn apart."

George blushed, and made a sharp voice through his teeth: "Of course, the premise is that you have to take your feet off mine."

Gwen seemed to have just realized that she stomped on George's shoe, and covered her mouth in a contrived way, "Look what I did? I'm such a bad witch, don't you blame me, George." She blinked He blinked his wet eyes and asked sincerely.

"……Won't."

The reason for reconciliation is him?

Gwen is determined to speed up the development of the mouse cage, because she has just seen a big play in the Gryffindor common room.

That afternoon, Harry finally got back the torch, which had been checked inside and out by the professors, while Hermione was working on a long treatise on Arithmancy and a longer treatise on Muggle studies.Gwen is helping Fred recite the eighteen common plants in the herbal science exam, and at the same time supervising George to sort out the lives of the ten greatest wizards in the history of modern magic.

"Wizards live too long." George tugged at his long red hair irritably.

Just as Gwen was about to bicker out of habit, a muffled shout came from the stairs in the boys' dormitory.No one spoke in the common room, and everyone stared at the door in horror.The sound of hurried footsteps, getting louder - and then, Ron jumped into everyone's sight, with a sheet covering him.

"Look!" he growled, striding over to Hermione's desk, "Look!" he yelled, shaking the sheet in front of her.

"Ron, what—"

"Scatterers! Look! Scabbers!"

Hermione dodged Ron, completely bewildered.Harry looked at the sheet Ron was holding.There is something red on it.It looked horrible, like—"Blood!" Ron yelled through the panicked silence of the crowd. "It's dead! Do you know what else is on the floor?" "No, no," said Hermione, her voice shaking.Ron dropped something on Hermione's paper.Hermione and Harry leaned forward.Scattered over the oddly shaped, long, pointed writing are a few long ginger-yellow cat hairs.

The heartless Gwen's first thought was that luckily it wasn't Gouzi's hair. Merlin knew how worried she was that Gouzi would kill the girl he loves.

But that was the end of Ron and Hermione's friendship.

Ron was annoyed that Hermione never took Crookshanks' intentions of eating Scabbers seriously, never bothered to look closely at Crookshanks.And still pretending to think that Crookshanks is innocent at this moment, he suggested that Ron go find Scabbers under all the boys' beds.And Hermione was furious that Ron had no proof that Crookshanks ate Scabbers, that those yellow furs had probably been there since Christmas, and since Crookshanks jumped on Ron's head in that magical zoo Ron had been prejudiced against her cat since that day.

"Okay, Ron. Haven't you been saying how annoying Scabbers is," said Fred briskly, "and he's been dead for a long time, he's wasting a little bit. A quick death is probably a good thing." It's better."

"Scabbets just eats and sleeps all day long, Ron, you said that yourself," said George.

"He bit Goyle for us once!" said Ron miserably.

"It was at its best," said Fred, with a smile on his face. "Leave the scar on Goyle's finger as a permanent memory. Gwen can help you catch a new mouse."

Gwen was still at the other end of the table comforting Hermione, who felt like an old mother worrying about the dog, and the fat cat was almost out of her presence now.Hearing Fred's words, she leaned her head over to the boys in disapproval and said, "Of course I will help, but Ron, maybe Scabbers is still alive, don't be too pessimistic. The three of us," she said, pointing Referring to the twins, "I made a little gadget, and it's still a few steps away. I guarantee that there is no more powerful mouse cage in the world. As long as Scabbers appears in Hogwarts castle, I will definitely bring it to you."

Ron didn't believe that Scabbers could survive under Crook Pass at all, while Hermione frowned at Gwen's "betrayal".This made her quickly stand her ground, "I swear by the dog, the house cats - including cats and cats - are fed by the elves every day, maybe Crookshanks will run after Scabbers, but it Mustn't eat rats." Then she nudged George, cueing him to add fuel.

"What? Oh, yes, Scabbers is too old, it must not taste good..." George muttered as he gnawed on the chicken leg.

George's fire of persuasion was a bit intense, anyway, Ron and Hermione had no intention of reconciling.So Fred and George had to pull out all the stops to make the cover of the monster book fit the mouse cage perfectly, and perfect the spell for identifying small creatures.Gwen worked hard for two hours, and found the flying spell that could summon living creatures from an ancient rune spell book in the library.This primitive spell is more powerful and effective. They have just successfully received the salamander that Fred stole from the class intact and accurately in the cage. The struggling salamander was almost caught in the cage's blood Bite off the tail.

Gwen was more than satisfied, and the sound of the rat cage chanting when summoned was simply too imposing.

The Weasley twins declined to comment, but they were keen to point out some issues.

"Scabbets is a cunning mouse." Fred nodded critically at the quiet cage.

"Cunning, and flexible." George also raised his hand in agreement, "A simple confinement spell is not enough."

Gwen held her chin in thought for a moment, "Perhaps we can add some tranquilizers to the cage? Madam Pomfrey should have quite a few..."

The twins felt that Gwen wasn't bold enough, "If you want me to say, apply the water of life and death directly. That mouse can bite people. If it wants to bite the cage and escape, it can taste the feeling of lethargy."

"Gentlemen, that's the sixth grade NEWT course, and it's very complicated and error-prone." Gwen's eyes widened.

"Hermione can make Polyjuice Potion in the second grade." Fred blurted out, and was beaten by George. He showed a hurt and wronged expression.

"Of course Gwen is good too." George looked away from his brother's teary eyes.

"Thanks, George." Gwen didn't think there was a problem at all, "I'm definitely not as good as Hermione. I don't think there will be a little witch as smart as her in a few years. But I have to admit, I'm just like you, in Potions class." No talent. Maybe you have a lot more talent in potions for mischief than I do."

After being praised, Fred immediately recovered, "Then what are you waiting for, go to the medical wing to steal the tranquilizer."

An hour later, Fred, who sacrificed himself to be crazy and foolish, drank it with the help of George.