94 hp Diagon Alley

Now one person can have nine certificates! "

"That's what you thought about OWLs in your letter..." Fred grimaced.

"...Do you still have to tell us in person?" George wrinkled his nose.

Mrs. Weasley, who came over with breakfast, snorted loudly, "That's right! I don't know what you will become. You don't have any ambitions, and you just know how to get into trouble all day long..."

The twins glanced very quickly, and the tray in Mrs. Weasley's hand hugged her from left to right.

"Okay mom..."

"...let your sons save some face in front of their classmates."

The New Professor and the Triwizard Tournament

Counting the time, Gwen felt that it was time for Garrick to go home, so she stood up and brushed off the crumbs, and greeted everyone politely to say goodbye.

Mrs. Weasley was trying to stuff Gwen's robe pockets full of sandwiches, and the little witch insisted on carrying only the big fat cat and dog back.Before stepping into the fireplace, she did not forget to turn her head and shout to the twins,

"See you back at school, friends. Your new hairstyles look great!"

Fred and George proudly shook off their forced long hair, and Bill, who also had long hair, raised the corners of his mouth.Only Mrs. Weasley had a look of disapproval, and she wanted to cut these brains a long time ago.

By the time Gwen returned to the tiny Ollivander's wand shop, old Garrick had already stomped around the room several times anxiously.Seeing her coming out of the fireplace, he breathed a sigh of relief, then took the wand and slapped the little girl on the back twice.

"Do you have to run out at this time? My old heart..."

"Sorry, Garrick, I have to go see George and the others." Gwen helped the shivering old man while avoiding the wand. "So what about Dumbledore's side? Is there anything I can know?"

Garrick, who was out of breath, sat on the only bench, and after his breathing calmed down, he picked out a few things and said: "It's nothing more than those things, Fudge insists on holding that event—it's not worth a few things for him Garen's face, strengthen security, Dumbledore hopes that I can check their wands by then..."

"Speaking of wands," Gwen hesitated for a moment before telling Garrick about Harry, "The Dark Mark was conjured from Harry's wand."

Old Ollivander almost jumped up.Gwen comforted him and continued, "But I know it's definitely not Harry, he is the enemy of You-Know-Who, how could..."

"...A lot of people back then thought he was able to defeat the Dark Lord because he... was a more terrifying Dark wizard."

"No way, Grandpa," Gwen said to the old man with rare solemnity. "Harry and I were classmates for three years, and he was a straight boy. You remember his wand, holly. And I don't think he What an extraordinary talent in the Dark Arts - even though he's just about to start fourth year."

"Yes, Holly—a master who often chooses tasks that favor danger and nobleness."

"The Ministry of Magic said that an elf picked up the wand and conjured the Dark Mark, but I have seen Harry's wand, and I feel that it is a wizard, a wizard who is completely incompatible with the wand." Gwen thought of that Feeling, showing a disgusted expression again. "Grandpa, I feel very bad."

Old Ollivander put his arms around his immature granddaughter gently, "Protect yourself, Gwen. Hogwarts is a safe place, you just need to study hard this semester, prepare for OWLs, and stay away from that activity... ..."

Gwen could have sworn she wouldn't go to "the event," but she didn't think her two older friends would stick around.

It's just that Garrick seemed to be immersed in the conversation just now, and he leaned over to write a letter again—probably addressed to Dumbledore.

At noon the next day, Gwen met the Weasley twins in the car.

"Good day, Gwen." Fred stuffed a big jingling bag onto the luggage rack. "Papa was called back to the Ministry in a hurry, and Mad-Eye thinks someone has broken into his house again—you want me to tell you?" , he's too sensitive."

George also helped set up their cargo. "What did Bill just say before we got in the car? 'You guys are going to have a very interesting year, and I might take time off to watch some of...' What's the big deal this year?"

Gwen was choked by the little secret in her belly, and after enduring it, she suppressed what she wanted to say with the biscuit the twins just took out: "Don't ask me, Dumbledore will announce it tonight, Why don't you wait patiently for a while..."

Before the words fell, Gwen suddenly turned into a big canary.

"Yo—sorry, Gwen!" cried Fred, "I forgot—this is our enchanted custard—"

Fortunately, in less than a minute, Gwen took off her feathers, and when all the feathers fell off, she looked completely normal again.

She was sullen, "I'm so stupid to dare to eat what you brought out. What is this?"

"Canary biscuits!" said Fred like an exuberant salesman. "George and I invented it—seven Sicos a piece, cheap!"

Gwen picked up the other piece and observed in surprise, "Come on, Fred, don't try to scam money from me. Transfiguration? Can you deform a human body before you're in sixth grade?"

"Please pay attention, Gwen." George stroked his long hair coquettishly, "We will be sixth graders tonight. Although the biscuits can only maintain their deformation for one minute."

"If you don't open a shop in Diagon Alley, it will be a blasphemy against the talents Merlin bestowed on you." Gwen spoke highly of this.

The twins looked at each other, "We do have such an ambitious plan." Fred was about to say something when he was interrupted by George.

"But before that, we need some more competitive products." George pressed Fred's hand and said.

"Okay," Gwen said, looking at the twins suspiciously, "this is between you Weasley brothers. But don't forget, I'm willing to help with anything, anything."

While Fred was still hesitating, George opened his mouth again, "Of course, Gwen. Trust us, if necessary, we will definitely be the first to exploit you."

The Hogwarts Express finally slowed down and stopped at the dark station.The car door opened, and there was a rumble of thunder in the air.They got off the train, heads down and squinting in the pouring rain.It was raining hard and fast, as if buckets of cold water were being poured over their heads.Outside the station, a hundred horseless carriages were waiting for them.Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville hurried into one of them.Gwen pulled Katie and the twins into another car.She also teased Katie and Wood's relationship along the way.

"Oliver signed to be Puddlemere United's back-up goalkeeper," Katie said with a look like my man was such a good nympho. "He invited me to watch the World Cup with him. I also met his parents."

Gwen never thought her friend was old enough to meet her boyfriend's parents, "So soon? I mean, you've only been dating for less than a year."

Katie stared at Gwen condemningly, "How can love be measured by time?" After she finished speaking, she looked at the twins with contempt, apparently Katie couldn't tell who was which, "I'm going to be engaged to Oliver after I graduate .At that time he can definitely become a goalkeeper officially, he can propose to me after a victory..."

"Stop it, Katie," said Gwen, covering her head, she didn't want to pour cold water on her, "I'm still shocked that Wood actually talked about a relationship with my best friend, and now you tell me that you will be married after graduation. marry him!"

Katie struggled in a rare way, "Well, this is my own decision. But if I don't take the initiative, that guy will marry Goal."

"But you are only in the fifth grade, and you still have to take the OWLs!"

"Don't worry, Gwen." Katie patted her friend with the strength of her Chaser. "I've already figured out where I'm going in the future - the Department of Sports and Sports of the Ministry of Magic."

Gwen grinned in pain, "I'm going to inherit the wand shop in the future—I've long wanted to expand that little shop."

The carriage arrived at Hogwarts Castle.The few people who were about to be drowned cast a drying spell on themselves before sitting intimately at the long Gryffindor table.

"Why don't you see the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher?" said Hermione, looking over at the teachers too.

None of their Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers stayed for more than three semesters.Gwen's favorite so far is Professor Lupine, but he resigned last year.On the faculty table, there is no doubt that not a single face is new.

"Oh, come on," sighed Ron, sitting next to Harry, "I could eat a hippogriff."

During the sorting ceremony, Dennis Creevey - the younger brother of the photo-loving Creevey - was also sorted into Gryffindor, and the two brothers seemed equally enthusiastic and innocent.Gwen saw that they had the same jaw-dropping attention to Harry.

At last, after the Hogwarts dinner and signature dessert, the last crumbs were gone and the plate was clean and shiny again, when Albus Dumbledore again Stand up one at a time.The humming of voices in the hall stopped suddenly, only the beating of strong wind and heavy rain could be heard.

"Okay!" said Dumbledore, looking at everyone with a smile. "Now that we've all had our fill of food and drink, I must draw your attention again. I have a few announcements to make. Mr. Filch, the gatekeeper, wants me to tell you , this year, several more prohibited items have been added in the castle, they