94 hp Diagon Alley

Because of the stupid things I did. said George, taking Gwen's little hand and exhaling.

Gwen withdrew her hand, "Don't move, George."

George gave a wet, hurt look.

Gwen felt like she had suddenly become the heartbreaker in the show. "How can you show this expression? It seems that I bullied you?"

"Sorry, Gwen."

Again, Gwen was speechless again.

"I tried our new product the other day, a perfume with Esmeris, so I thought you were influenced..." George awkwardly tried to explain his behavior that day.

Gwen's anger seemed to have exceeded the threshold, but suddenly calmed down.She sighed softly and closed her eyes, and George felt like he had been sentenced to death in this relationship—whether it was a fledgling love or a long-standing friendship.

"George, you really can't comfort a witch," Gwen said. "Do you think I did that because of some strange potion or perfume? You don't have to explain this to me, all you have to do is tell me your truth." Then I will naturally understand what to do next..."

"I loved that kiss." George interrupted Gwen. "I loved it. I was so nervous. I didn't want it to end."

Gwen blushed a little.

Seeing this, George pursued the victory, "But I did something stupid, and I pushed you away. Trust me, Gwen, I never thought of doing that. I look like a wimp, after all, I should take the initiative."

"But you did," Gwen said muffled, "so you can't expect me to act like nothing happened."

George lowered his voice, smiled slightly, and crouched down to meet Gwen's eye level. "So I'm going to apologize in a different way."

Gwen looked into George's bright eyes, where before they would have been sly and confident, they looked different now.

"When I study my mischievous heart, I always see you, Gwen." George stroked Gwen's long, shaggy chestnut hair.

"You're right, I really don't know how to talk sweetly." George took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to confess, "But I found that I liked you yesterday, and I like you today, and I have a feeling that I will like you tomorrow."

boom--

In Gwen's mind it was as if Dr. Philip himself had lit a store's wonderful magical fireworks.Her mind was confused again.

"Then, George." She heard her own voice come out faintly. "I'm going to do something I've always wanted to do these days."

George puffed out his chest like a strong man who looked down on death, "You can hit me now!"

Gwen staggered when she heard the words, and decisively grabbed the front of George's robe and pulled it down. The boy lowered his head.

...Why is he so tall?

Gwen could only stand on tiptoe, leaning forward.

Luckily I just ate a mint.

Soft, long and sweet.

The best pudding on the Hogwarts table is nothing like a kiss.

Until a glare of light came over, the two reluctantly parted.

"Five points from Gryffindor." The light of the wand shone across Gwen and George's faces. "Ollivander, add a week of detention. Weasley - whoever you are - a week of detention, you go to Filch."

Damn it, Snape was on patrol today.

The old bat in black gave off a cold air in the night: "Now, you two idiots exchanging saliva, hurry back to the dormitory."

"Oh no." This time it was Gwen who said, her last round of labor had just ended.

"Ten points." Snape looked up and said contemptuously, "You should be thankful that I didn't deduct an extra fifty points from you just because there is still a one-minute curfew. If you don't leave again, I am willing to..."

"Good night, Professor." George grabbed Gwen's arm and ran away.

They ran into Sirius and Harry on the way back to the dormitory. The two black heads, one tall and one lower, seemed to be discussing something.

"Well," Harry said slowly, "but... are you saying Karkaroff threw my name into the Goblet of Fire? If he did it, he's a pretty good actor. He seems to be It's so pissed off about it. He's trying to keep me from playing."

"We know he's good at acting," said Sirius. "He actually persuaded the Ministry to release him, didn't he? Also, I've been keeping an eye on the Daily Prophet, Harry—"

"—not just you, but everyone in the world," Harry said distressedly.

"—I've been poring over that Skeeter woman's article last month that Moody was attacked the night before he took office at Hogwarts. Yes, I know she said it was False alarm," Sirius added hastily, seeing that Harry wanted to interject, "but I don't think so. I think someone is trying to stop Moody from coming to Hogwarts. Someone knows if he's around, they're going to do it It would be much more difficult. Also, no one is going to look into this very seriously, and Mad Eye hears someone assaulting him every day. But that doesn't mean he can't see through when there is an anomaly. Moody is the Ministry of Magic The best Auror ever."

"So... what do you mean?" Harry asked slowly. "Karkaroff wanted to kill me? But—why?"

Sirius hesitated.

"I've heard some very strange things," he said slowly. "The Death Eaters seem to be more active than usual lately. They made an appearance at the Quidditch World Cup, didn't they? The magic mark...and then—have you ever heard of the missing witch from the Ministry?"

"Bertha Jorkins?" said Harry.

"Exactly... She disappeared in Albania, where people say Voldemort's last days were left... And Jorkins knew we were about to have a Triwizard Tournament, didn't he?"

"Yeah, but...it's unlikely that she actually ran into Voldemort?" Harry asked.

"Listen, I know Bertha Jorkins," said Sirius heavily. "She was here when I was at Hogwarts, a few years above your father and me. She was a Stupid fellow. Extremely nosy, but no brains, no brains at all. It's a terrible combination of those two things, Harry. I don't think she's a person who can't be tempted, and can be easily swindled. "

"So... Voldemort may have known about the Tournament?" Harry asked. "Is that what you mean? Do you think Karkaroff may have come here on his orders?"

"I can't say for sure," said Sirius slowly, "I really can't say... From my impression of Karkaroff, unless he knew that Voldemort was strong enough to protect him, he wouldn't Will go back to him. However, whoever threw your name into the Goblet of Fire did so on purpose. I always feel that if anyone wants to kill you, and wants to make everything look If it was an accident, then this competition is really an excellent opportunity."

"From my point of view, this is a seamless plan." Harry said with a grin, "They just stand aside and let the dragon do the work."

"By the way—those dragons," said Sirius, speaking very fast now, "there's a trick, Harry. Don't be tempted to cast some stun spell—dragons are powerful, And it has very powerful magic power, it is impossible to be knocked down by a stun spell, and it takes six or seven wizards to chant the spell at the same time to subdue a dragon... But you can deal with it alone," Sirius continued, "There is a trick, you just need to Cast a simple spell. All you have to do is-"

"Sorry—" George slowly joined their conversation from behind, "I don't want to disturb Sirius' special training, but Snape is on patrol. Can you move to another place..."

"...Don't brazenly discuss game strategy in the hallway?" Gwen continued.

But they were about to go back to the common room soon, and under the cover of several people, Sirius managed to sneak in under the fat lady's nose.

Gwen doesn't want to be separated from George yet, Merlin, they have already met two elders tonight, which is enough to offend your appetite.Now they have overheard so much information again.

"So," Gwen made up her mind to be a nuisance who bothers others, "you already know that the first item is a dragon?" She pulled George to sit next to her, and now there were only a few of them in the empty room .

Harry, who was bothered by the game, and Sirius, who had the aftermath of Azkaban, didn't pay attention to the pair's little tricks.

Sirius simply judged Ollivander and Weasley's position as credible.Just continue the topic just now, "I suggest you use an 'Eye Sickness Charm', Harry, because the dragon's eyes are its weakest point."

George enthusiastically suggested that Harry transform himself into a Charmander and call it Mama.

"He's only in the fourth year," Gwen couldn't help but said, "these spells are too difficult for him - sorry Harry - because I can't use the Eye Sickness Charm, and I didn't know people could transform into magical creatures." She glared at George, who scratched her palm.

Footsteps were heard on the spiral staircase behind them.Harry stood up hastily, blocking Sirius.Dumbledore didn't allow him to roam around the school, especially in the students' dormitories.

It's Ron.He sleeps in maroon swirls