94 hp Diagon Alley

The twins found Defense Against the Dark Arts textbooks in one of their schoolbags, "Quick! Before I'm manipulated by him to do stupid things, teach me how to resist the Imperius Curse."

Fred and George touched their noses in embarrassment. "It's hard. None of us can resist."

By the time she took this class in fifth grade, Gwen hadn't figured out how to resist.So she could only carefully observe every classmate who was cast a spell and Moody who used the spell lightly over and over again.

Hardly anyone is immune to the Unforgivable Curse, although the professor claims he employs the gentlest of methods - "compared to a dark wizard with a child's wand".

Gwen, who had just been manipulated to learn how a monkey climbed a tree, got down from the bookcase with hands and feet, and finally realized what the sense of disobedience this class brought to her.

Something was wrong with his wand.Gwen judged with knowledge of holiday cramming.Moody's wand didn't match him, and he was a little uncomfortable with it.Perhaps he did show mercy to his students, but it could also be that he was unable to use the wand to its full potential.But this is not obvious. If you use other wizards' wands casually, the advanced transformation spell cast on Malfoy last time will hardly succeed...

"Often, when a wand is won, its allegiance changes."

Gwen remembered what Garrick had said to herself.It all makes sense then, that if someone beats Moody, there's a good chance he'll get the wand and sneak into Hogwarts some other way.More plausible evidence is that the slight mismatch in the wand might be due to the fact that the wizard who is using it now is a Dark wizard - and Moody is an Auror, and the Ministry of Magic forbids them from using the Unforgivable Curses anyway.Reminiscent of the riots of the Quidditch World Cup and the Dark Mark, Gwen had a terrifying thought.

She stopped Harry in the common room, rubbing his forehead, as he had just returned from the owl coop, apparently posting a letter to his godfather.

"Harry, I'm sorry, but I wonder if you have the Marauder's Map?"

The boy with glasses froze for a moment, then rubbed his scar, "Ah, of course. Sirius and Lupine helped me improve it during the holidays, as everyone discussed before. We used different colors of parchment under each name Classified..."

Gwen anxiously pulled him directly to the corner, "Can you lend me a look? Harry, right now."

Although Harry felt that Gwen was a little nervous, he still kindly went upstairs to get the parchment.

"I solemnly swear that I have no good intentions." Harry pointed at the parchment with his wand, and a map of Hogwarts emerged.

Gwen saw that the students of the four colleges were distinguished by red, green, blue and yellow, and all the professors' names were golden, and Filch's name was really followed by three big exclamation marks.

"If it's someone outside the school," Harry adjusted his glasses and added, "as long as he has ever registered at Hogwarts, he will use white parchment and white footprints. Padfoot and moon face tossed for two days, But I have to say, it does work for hiding from the professor."

Gwen nodded, and then she looked at the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher's office on the third floor.Alastor Moody's name was quietly floating there, shining with golden light.

She breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the current professor was indeed Moody himself.Lupine and Sirius are talented enough to warrant the effectiveness of the map.Then the previous conjecture should be just his own stereotype, maybe Moody is such a neurotic and terrifying wizard.

"Why are you staring at Moody?" Harry wondered.

"I just thought he was scary," Gwen explained casually.

Harry didn't find it strange either, after all, Moody's fake eyes and scarred face were indeed a bit scary.But he still had two good words for the professor: "He's pretty good, Gwen. He taught us a lot of spells. Last time Neville was frightened by his Cruciatus Curse, and he even left Neville to talk after class." gone."

"Well," although Harry's words did not reassure Gwen, she trusted the map. "If he treats you well, then there's probably nothing to worry about." Anyway, the bad guys would attack the Savior first, and Gwen felt relieved.

Goblet of Fire and Lover's Kiss

On a day at the end of October, there was a joyous mood of anticipation in the air.In the classroom, no one was paying attention to the lectures. Everyone thought that the people from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were coming tonight.The castle appears to be undergoing a thorough cleaning.Several grimy portraits were scrubbed clean, much to the displeasure of those scrubbed.They sat huddled in the picture frame, muttering sullenly, and grinning in pain every time they touched the new pink tender flesh on their faces.The armor suddenly became shiny and no longer creaked when it moved.

When Gwen went downstairs to breakfast, she found that the Great Hall had been decorated overnight.Harry, Ron and Hermione sat down at the Gryffindor table, next to Fred and George.This time the two twins avoided the crowd abnormally, discussing something in a low voice.Ron led the way towards them.

"It's not very pleasant, I admit," said George to Fred despondently, "but if he doesn't talk to us face to face, we'll have to mail him the letter. Or put it straight into his hands. He can't hide from us forever."

"Who's avoiding you?" said Ron, sitting down next to them.

"Hope you'll stay out of our way," said Fred, seeming annoyed to be interrupted.

"What's not pleasant?" Ron asked George.

"With a silly meddling brother like you," said George.

Regardless of the resistance on the twins' faces, Gwen abruptly sat next to them.

"Even if I spend ten hours a day reviewing OWLs and two hours worrying about exams and new professors, I can see that you have something on your mind." Gwen said while spreading jam on a slice of bread. "And it doesn't seem to have anything to do with... aging potions...." Gwen vaguely skipped the name of the potion.

To her surprise, Fred's words were almost on the verge of his mouth this time, and George stuffed them back with the bread in Gwen's hand.

"It's nothing, Gwen," George replied, avoiding her eyes.

Then the twins quickly wiped off the breakfast on their plates and fled in desperation.

"Why didn't we tell Gwen? She has a lot of weird ideas in her mind, maybe she can help us get Galleon back." Fred was a little angry.

But George looked more agitated, the kind of look that is more often seen on his twin brother's face, which made things seem more serious. "We can't get her involved - she's sure to give us her own money in the end - how can I use her money..."

Fred crossed his arms, and asked bluntly, "What if it's someone else's money? Or do you just can't bear to use your little girlfriend's private money for business?"

George calmed down after hearing this, and persuaded: "Listen to me, Fred. We can make a few more new products, and the Triwizard Tournament will bring a lot of business opportunities. We also need to send that old bastard Letter, Jin Gallon who tricked him will come back—"

Fred disagreed: "With candy and fake wands, we can't save a decent amount of capital in three years."

George was afraid that he would tell Gwen right now, so he hurriedly said, "There's that perfume, we've already researched it, haven't we? There will be a Christmas ball this year, and the witches will need it."

Fred gave George a deep look, and finally gave in. "Okay, brother." Then he patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, "But you know in your heart that Gwen will be angry with you for this." He said to himself again, "Then I can compare you Find a girlfriend first. There's nothing wrong with that, if you insist."

Gwen was indeed very concerned about what the twins were doing, especially when they were more quiet than ever.But that night, the high-profile Beauxbatons and Durmstrang arrived amid much anticipation.A huge powder-blue carriage flew towards them.It was as big as a house, and it flew in the air by twelve winged horses, silver-maned horses, each as big as an elephant.Slowly descending the golden spiral staircase was a tall lady - nearly as tall as Hagrid.

About a dozen or so boys and girls got out of the carriage and were standing behind Madame Maxime.Judging from their appearance, they were all about eighteen or nineteen years old, and they were all trembling slightly.This was not surprising, for their robes seemed to be of fine silk, and neither wore a cloak.

After a while, the surface of the Black Lake suddenly became no longer calm.There was a commotion under the water in the middle of the lake, huge splashes rose from the surface, and waves crashed against the wet shore—then, right in the middle of the lake, a great whirlpool appeared, as if a huge plug had suddenly emerged from the bottom of the lake. Pulled out... Slowly, majestically, the great ship emerged from the water, shining brightly in the moonlight.It was eerie, skeletal, as if it were the wreck of a freshly salvaged ship, and the portholes shone with dim, misty lights that looked like ghostly eyes.At last, with a splash and splash, the ship emerged fully, bobbing on the choppy water, and began to drive towards the shore.The people in the boat were coming ashore, and they were all about the size of Crabbe and Goyle... because they all wore a kind of fur cloak with matted fur.But the one who led them to the castle