94 hp Diagon Alley

The boiling of aging agent.

"I can help you get some ingredients," Gwen said, looking at the potion formula, "armadillo bile, unicorn horn, I remember Garrick has a jar of ground horn. The rest you have to do yourself Think of ways to."

"That would help a lot," said Fred cheerfully. "Perhaps we can borrow a little from Snape's private storeroom."

Gwen just shrugged, but George asked fussily, "What's the matter? You never allowed us to have such dangerous ideas before."

The fifth-year witch smiled resolutely, "I can be sure that I won't have to take Potions class next year - Professor Snape only accepts students who have achieved 'excellent' OWLs into the advanced class - and I have never been in the final exam Got an O in it!"

"I remember you had O for several tests and homework." Katie was a little puzzled.

"Yes!" Gwen continued cheerfully, "but when it comes to final exams, I always fall short, and I've had an E for four years in a row!" Then she added in a low voice, "Besides, I kicked the professor last year. I thought it would be good if OWLs allowed me to take the exam, maybe Melinto dreamed it for him.” Finally, Gwen looked at her schedule and sighed contentedly: “Perfect course, this year I Get through it peacefully and honestly - it would be better if the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was still Lupine."

After a morning of classes, Gwen walked from the ancient rune classroom to the foyer alone, which was crowded with people waiting in line for dinner.As soon as Gwen stood at the end of the line, a harsh voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"Weasley! Hello, Weasley!"

It was Malfoy, overjoyed about something, yelling like hell at Ron, who was a little ahead of the line.

"What?" Ron asked angrily.

"Your dad's in the papers, Weasley!" said Malfoy - waving a copy of the Daily Prophet, speaking loudly so everyone in the hall could hear, " Listen to this!"

"There's a new mess in the Ministry of Magic:

It seems the Ministry of Magic's troubles are not over yet, writes our special correspondent Rita Skeeter.The Ministry of Magic has been under fire recently for failing to effectively maintain order at the Quidditch World Cup and for still failing to explain the disappearance of one of its witching officials.The Ministry of Magic was thrown into a new embarrassment yesterday by the bizarre behavior of Arnold Weasley of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Division. "

Malfoy recited in cadence. "Come to think of it, Weasley, they didn't even get your father's name right. He's pretty much a nobody, isn't he?" he said aloud gloatingly, and went on reading aloud.

"Arnold Weasley, who was accused of owning a flying car two years ago, was embroiled in an altercation with several Muggle enforcers yesterday over an extremely offensive mass of rubbish bins. Way Mr. Sly seems to have risen to aid Mad-Eye Moody, who was an Auror. When Mr. Weasley rushed to Mr. Moody's heavily guarded residence, he found that Mr. Moody had another false alarm and mistakenly sent A false alarm. Mr. Weasley had to alter the memories of several police officers to get away from them. But when asked by the Daily Prophet why he involved the Ministry of Magic in this senseless, And Mr Weasley refuses to answer when it comes to potentially difficult matters."

"There's another picture, Weasley!" said Malfoy, turning the newspaper over and holding it up. "A picture of your parents standing in front of your house—you call this a house, too." If your mother could lose a little weight, she'd look about right, wouldn't she?"

Ron was shaking with anger.Everyone in the hall looked at him.Gwen thought of Mrs. Weasley, who was always smiling and had a warm embrace, and felt her throat was on fire.

"Go away, Malfoy," said Harry, "don't be mad, Ron..."

"Oh, by the way, Potter, you lived with them this summer, didn't you?" Malfoy said sarcastically, "Then please tell me, is his mother really that fat, or is the photo a bit distorted?" ?”

"And your mother, Malfoy?" said Harry—he and Hermione grabbed Ron by the back of his robes to keep him from leaping at Malfoy—"look at that look on her face, like She's got shit under her nose! Does she always look that way, or is it because she's with you?"

Malfoy's pale face turned slightly red. "How dare you insult my mother, Potter."

boom!

Several people screamed—Harry felt something white-hot brush his cheek—and he reached into his robes for his wand, but before he could touch it, there was another loud bang.boom!

It was Gwen who couldn't resist holding out her wand. "What are you doing, Malfoy? You insulted someone's family and then turned on someone in the back?" She deflected Malfoy's jinx with an Armor Charm.

"Oh? What does it have to do with you? Ollivander's crazy woman—you're only left with an old man who can't walk and you, a bad girl. Do you want to marry one of the Weasley children, Have a few more cubs, so as to continue your dirty lineage?" Malfoy raised his chin and said disdainfully.

The next second Gwen clenched his wand and kicked him in the shin bone.Malfoy hugged his legs and rolled into a ball with a cry, and Gwen stepped on his robe quickly, making him unable to get up for a while.

"I said, if your family doesn't educate you, then you deserve to be taught at school." Gwen condescendingly scorned the boy, and then the wand only thought of the two fat henchmen who were about to move. "Don't move, you fools. Malfoy, I want you to apologize to the Weasleys immediately, or I'll send them the copy of "Toadstool Book" that smashed the eyes of both of you and your son right now, so that I can't stop. They're hanging on the wall." Then she saw Colin watching from the crowd and called out his name. "What are you waiting for? Take a picture of the young master of Slytherin, yes, this is the angle."

Seeing that Colin clicked and took several pictures, and Ron, who was howling with anger, calmed down for a while, Gwen turned to find the little wizard with the camera, and was going to ask him to develop a few more pictures—all posted to the Hogwarts bulletin board.Waiting for Malfoy's apology by the way.

At this time, Malfoy on the ground almost bounced, and he uttered a curse at a speed that no one else could see, and wiped Gwen's scalp.Another loud bang, bang!Then a roar echoed in the hall.

"Oh, no, boy!" Professor Moody limped down the marble stairs.With his wand in hand, he pointed at a snow-white ferret, which was shivering on the flagstone floor where Malfoy had been standing.

There was an eerie silence in the hall.No one dared to move except Moody.Moody turned to look at Harry—at least, his normal eye was looking at Harry, and the other eye was drilled into his head, and Gwen felt it was staring at her.

"Did he hurt you?" Moody asked angrily, his voice low and hoarse.

"No," said Harry, "he just cast a spell on Gwen, but I happened to be standing in that direction..."

Well, Gwen thought.It turned out that the new professor was out to save Harry.

"Don't touch it!" Moody yelled.Thumbs up, pointing over the shoulder to Crabbe, who was about to pick up the ferret, but froze in place.Moody's roving eye seemed to have the power to see behind the head.

"I don't believe in that!" roared Moody, pointing his wand again at the ferret, who rose ten feet in the air, fell to the ground with a thud, and went up again. "I don't like people who attack people in the back," said Moody gruffly--as the ferret jumped higher and higher, screaming in pain. Cowardly behavior..."

The stoat leapt into the air, flailing its legs and tail desperately.

The Slytherin students were frightened and angry, and no professor was allowed to use such methods on students—

"I think he's got a long memory." Surprisingly, that line came from Gwen.She was watching Moody and Malfoy anxiously.Merlin, she definitely wasn't pleading for that stinky little brat, it's just that she felt too bad for the new professor.Whether it's a warning from his brain, or his outrageous behavior at the moment.

She stopped Moody, who was still playing with the ferret, again, "Professor! I think Mr. Malfoy has a long memory. We've settled our conflict—you can't treat a student like this."

Moody laughed without looking back, "Miss Ollivander, are you sympathizing with an enemy?"

"We are not enemies," Gwen loathed his words. "Hogwarts students have never been enemies, Professor. If I am dissatisfied with him, then we will solve it ourselves. And you just attacked him in the back, according to your statement — dirty, vile, cowardly action." Gwen waved his wand, and a moment later, with a loud crack, Draco Malfoy was back again.He lay huddled on the flagstones, his smooth, blond hair hanging over his now dazzlingly red face.After a while, he stood up, trembling.

"My God!" cried Professor McGonagall, hurrying down the stairs.Gwen thanked her for arriving in time, otherwise she would have