94 hp Diagon Alley

Laugh out loud.

While Gwen was busy laughing, she didn't forget to call Colin to quickly record this beautiful picture. She would use this photo to laugh at the twins for a lifetime.

"I warned you," said a low, amused voice, and everyone turned to see Professor Dumbledore coming out of the Great Hall.He looked at Fred and George with a twinkle in his eye, "I suggest you both go to Madam Pomfrey. She is already nursing Miss Fawcett in Ravenclaw and Sarah in Hufflepuff." Mr. Mers, and they are also determined to age themselves a little. But I must say, their beards are far less handsome than yours."

Fred and George left for the hospital, accompanied by Gwen, still laughing and laughing.The student who was sent to the medical wing later—he even drank the aging potion that the twins sold him at a high price—brought them new news about their enrollment.

"Slytherin's big sloth went in, and Hufflepuff's Digory, though he probably wouldn't risk his good looks in my opinion."

"And what about our house?" Gwen asked, pulling out some of George's white beard.

"Angelina did it."

She was a tall dark girl who played Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team.A year older than Gwen, a classmate of the twins.

"Ah, I'm so glad! The witch of Gryffindor signed up, and I really hope she succeeds," said Gwen, "but is she of age?"

"Her birthday was last week." Fred snorted.

"No wonder." Gwen nodded. "Do you have a toothache, Fred?"

Fred had a frustrated look on his face.

Madam Pomfrey quickly got rid of the twins' white beards, allowing them to appear at the dinner table in style before the Halloween dinner.

When they entered the candlelit auditorium, it was nearly full.The Goblet of Fire has been moved.It now stood in front of Dumbledore's empty chair on the staff table.

"I wish it was Angelina." Fred was commenting on George and Gwen as Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat down.

"Me too!" said Hermione, holding her breath. "Ah, we'll find out soon!"

Halloween dinners seem to be taking a lot longer than usual.Finally, the golden plate was restored to its original spotless state.

"Well, the Goblet is about to decide," said Dumbledore, drawing out his wand and giving it a broad swip.Immediately, except for those candles in the jack-o-lantern, all the other candles were extinguished, and the auditorium suddenly fell into a semi-dark state.The Goblet of Fire now emitted a dazzling light, brighter than anything else in the entire auditorium, and the blue-white flames bursting out with sparks were almost dazzling.Everyone is watching, waiting...

A flame from the goblet shot into the air, and from it flew a piece of charred parchment—everyone in the auditorium held their breath.

"The Champion of Durmstrang," said Dumbledore, with clear force, "is Viktor Krum."

"No surprise at all!" Ron yelled, as applause and cheers swept the auditorium.

After a few seconds, the flames turned red again.Pushed by the flames, the second piece of parchment jumped out of the cup.

"The champion of Beauxbatons," said Dumbledore, "is Fleur Delacour!"

It's her, Gwen glanced at the girl who looked like a Veela, curled her lips unhappily.Then I prayed for Angelina in my heart, hoping that she could defeat the spirit of Beauxbaton's beautiful girl in the game.

At this moment, the Goblet of Fire turned red again, sparks splattered, and the tongue of fire soared high into the air, and Dumbledore drew a third parchment from the tip of the tongue.

"Hero of Hogwarts," he cried, "is Cedric Diggory!"

The cheers from the nearby table were deafening.Every Hufflepuff was jumping up and down, screaming and stomping.Katie has gone to comfort her teammate Angelina, although in Gwen's opinion, the strong and brave Gryffindor girl doesn't need comfort at all.

Dumbledore was concluding his speech when suddenly the flame in the goblet turned red again.Sparks crackled and splashed out.A long tongue of flame suddenly jumped into the air, and another piece of parchment was lifted out of it.

Dumbledore seemed to subconsciously stretch out a slender hand and grab the parchment.He held it far away, staring at the name written on it.There was a long silence, Dumbledore stared at the note in his hand, and everyone in the auditorium stared at Dumbledore.Then, Dumbledore cleared his throat and read aloud—

"Harry Potter."

After the four warriors left, Gwen and other students were asked to return to their dormitories.She would have gone to ask the twins about Bagman now, but they were clearly still disturbed by the news of the fourth note.

Until a long time later, Harry returned to the common room.

The sudden noise in his ears made Harry nearly fall backwards.Then, he was dragged into the common room by about a dozen hands, facing all the Gryffindor students.They were all screaming and cheering and whistling.

"You should have told us you signed up!" Fred yelled.He looked half exasperated, half agitated.

"How did you get by without growing a beard?" George shouted.

"I didn't," said Harry, "I don't know how-"

Then Angelina swooped in front of him, "Oh, if it can't be me, at least one of Gryffindor—"

"You can avenge Diggory for the last Quidditch match, Harry!" shrieked Katie, who was also a Gryffindor Chaser.

"We've got something to eat, Harry, come and have some—"

"I'm not hungry, I ate enough at the banquet—"

But no one wants to hear him say he's not hungry, no one wants to hear him say he didn't put his name in the goblet, no one seems to notice that he's not in the mood to celebrate it... Lee Jordan doesn't know what A Gryffindor house flag billowed from the ground and insisted on wrapping it around Harry like a cloak.There was no way Harry could get away, and every time he tried to sneak up the stairs leading to the dormitory, the crowd closed in on him and surrounded him, forcing him to drink another butterbeer or stuffing biscuits and peanuts into his hands. Here... everyone wants to know how he did it, how he cheated Dumbledore's age line and put his name in the goblet...

"I don't know," he said over and over, "I don't know what's going on."

But everyone ignored it at all, as if he didn't say anything.

"I'm tired!" he roared, at last, when he could bear it no longer, after about half an hour. "No, seriously, Fred—I want to go to bed—"

Finally he got rid of the crowd and hurried upstairs to the dormitory.

Seeing that the protagonist was not there, the students in the common room disbanded on the spot.

"Let's go," said Gwen, although he was happy for Harry, but he was obviously not too excited. "Let's find a place to have a good talk. What have you been hiding from me lately?" Then she looked around again, "Where did Ron go? He didn't participate in the celebration?"

After hearing this, Fred slipped out of the lounge, "I'm going to see our little brother."

And George ran up the stairs of the boys' dormitory with long legs.

Gwen felt that she was in a very impetuous mood today, and she didn't intend to endure the Weasley brothers who fled, so she picked up her robe and trotted after him.

When she got into the twins and Lee Jordan's dormitory, George happened to be alone in the room.

"So you want to talk here?" Gwen raised her eyebrows. "I don't care. Tell me, George, why are you writing to the Director of Sports at the Ministry of Magic? And why is he avoiding you?"

"...Maybe we want to find a job with him after graduation?" George said defensively with his hands folded on his chest.

"Do you think I'm a fool like Crabbe and Goyle?" Gwen was a little annoyed. "Is there anything you can't tell me?"

"Gwen, it's nothing serious. Fred and I can handle it. We're a year older than you." George said angrily.

"It's nothing serious? You've been selling new products like crazy recently. After class, the two of you always don't know where to hide. George, you won't cause any serious trouble." Gwen was a little sad and worried She stepped forward so hard that her head was almost on the red-haired boy's chin.

At this moment, there was a sudden rush of heavy footsteps towards the door of the dormitory, and Gwen was shocked.The center of gravity of the body was unstable, and he fell on George at once. Fortunately, the Gryffindor Quidditch player was strong and flexible, and grabbed Gwen's wrist, and the two fell onto George's soft bed.

He jerked the drapery over his four-poster bed and pulled his thin quilt over them both.The footsteps had come to the door, and it slammed open. It was Fred.

Gwen breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to sit up on the bed to greet him, but George held her firmly.He wasn't going to give Gwen the chance to extract any information from his brother.

Fred called out, "George? Are you there? I didn't find Ron outside."

George made a muffled sound from under the quilt: "Then why don't you visit his dormitory?"

Thank goodness Fred felt a little bit wise when he heard this.