94 hp Diagon Alley

Clothes, walked into the common room, and stopped abruptly not far from Harry and the others.

"What are you guys doing?" he said.

"What does this have to do with you?" Harry growled. "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

"I was just worried, didn't know you—" Ron broke off, shrugging, "It's nothing. I'm going back to sleep.

"You just want to sneak around, don't you?" Harry cried.In fact, he also understood that Ron didn't know what he had accidentally disturbed. He knew that Ron didn't do it on purpose, but he didn't care about anything—at this moment, he felt that everything about Ron was so annoying, from head to toe. , including the bare inches of his ankle under his pajama pants.

"I'm sorry," said Ron, his face flushed with anger, "I should understand that you don't want to be disturbed. Well, I'll step aside and you go on to the next interview in front of them."

Gwen didn't know what was going on between them, but the two, who had been so affectionately together last week, were so arguing now that Harry didn't even want him to know that Sirius was here.

The considerate George—at this time Gwen began to feel that he was considerate again—stepped forward quickly and hooked Ron's neck. He was barefoot and wearing some thin pajamas, looking dull.

"Come on, little Ronnie, let's go back." He turned and winked at Gwen, "Your good brother has something to say to you."

Gwen didn't want to stay any longer, it seemed that Sirius was going to teach Harry how to use the eye sickness spell, and George had already left, so she didn't need to suffer from the cold in the lounge.

Gwen got up and lit the fireplace with her wand to make the fire grow bigger.

"Don't be angry, Harry. Ron will figure it out." Gwen had a little more confidence in Mr. Weasley, "I'm sorry we bothered you." She looked at Sirius apologetically, "I think I have Need to remind you again, I hope I'm overthinking it. I think Professor Moody is a little weird. If you say he's the best Auror, he's a little too aggressive in his teaching methods." Maybe Leigh could have a good discussion with his godfather, "Also, his wand is weird, it doesn't look like his own wand..."

After hearing this, Sirius stood up abruptly, staring at Gwen with scorching eyes, like a beast.

"I hope I'm wrong. After all, the Marauder's Map told me that he is indeed Alastor Moody, in his office on the third floor." Gwen stammered. She already regretted accusing the professor, " But I don't feel very well, Harry, as I did last time in the Chamber of Secrets - very badly."

Sirius withdrew his suspicious gaze and said to Harry, "Leave this to me and Dumbledore, Harry. What you have to do now is to survive until Tuesday night - from the claws of the dragon."

Gwen nodded to the two of them and went back to the dormitory.

By the time Gwen lay back on the bed, roommates Katie and Ginny were already asleep.She tried to remember what had happened tonight, and of course it wasn't Mibu Mebo or Snape.It was George by the lake, and she couldn't get George's shining eyes and determined gaze out of her mind.Then there was that long kiss.

Thinking of this, Gwen lightly took out a jelly from the snack box next to the bed, and sucked it in.

"It's not right." She shook her head, "It seems that I can only study it with George tomorrow."

At this moment, a clumsy figure jumped onto the bed and nearly broke Gwen's leg.

"Goofy!" Gwen scolded in a low voice, "Where did you go!"

The fat white cat wagged its tail triumphantly, then turned its belly to show Gwen.

She took out a tattered note from inside:

"May you have me in your dreams.

Good night, my little girlfriend. "

Alas, Gwen sighed contentedly, the boy that people love and hate.

Bagman's Secret and Winky's Secret

Bagman's Secret and Winky's Secret

Gwen finally returned to the Gryffindor table a week later, causing Katie and Ginny to look back at her frequently.Even Fred rubbed his eyes when he saw Gwen.

"Guess what?" George sat pompously next to Gwen, "I picked this up on the way here?" And he stuffed something quickly into her arms.

Gwen was still a little sleepy, and she was about to enjoy a rare full English meal, so she picked up the thing that George had picked up.

"A flower?" Gwen tilted her head.

It was a flower as red as his hair. Gwen couldn't name it, so she lowered her head and sniffed it.At this time, the petals suddenly opened, and inside was a small flower demon the size of a fingernail. It raised its head vigorously to look at Gwen, pulled off its hat to salute, and then said loudly: "Ma'am! You look very beautiful today!"

Gwen blushed, hurriedly gathered the petals back and put them away carefully, then patted George's thigh with a bit of condemnation, and whispered, "You are really flattering."

Ron's jaw was almost on the floor, and Hermione might be able to use the eyeball she had dropped under the table to help find it.

Fred, on the other hand, looked calm, and only George knew he was stomping on his own feet.

"Sorry, buddy," George whispered triumphantly, "I'm having breakfast with my girlfriend. You can get your foot off the—oooo!"

Fred had already gritted his teeth and shot Gwen with an eye knife, "You bad witch, you stole my dear Georgie from me."

"If I were you, Fred," Gwen gracefully sliced ​​open a mushroom, motioning him to look across the table, "would tell Angelina which Weasley you were first—or she might turn you down next time." Date invitation from - I assure you, she was glaring at me just now."

George poured Gwen a glass of pumpkin juice solemnly, "Honey, you can call me Fred if you want."

Gwen couldn't stand it now, and she held an apple backhanded to George, "Don't do that, George. Your brother is about to throw up."

After class, Gwen found George who was waiting for her at the door at a glance.

"Ah," she exclaimed happily, "that's great! I was just looking for you?" Then she turned around, not seeing Fred's red head, "Aren't you together? I want to talk Mr. Bagman's business."

George's face collapsed, and at this moment Fred appeared out of nowhere.

"There's an empty classroom on the third floor," he said impatiently. "George will tell you exactly what happened."

Gwen thought Fred looked like a guy who made a small report and stayed to watch the fun.

The three of them found the secret and empty classroom, and Gwen cast a sound-proof spell in a decent manner.

"Actually," George began with difficulty, "Fred and I bet against Bagman at the Quidditch World Cup. We bet Ireland would win, but Krum would catch the Snitch."

Gwen, who had no interest in Quidditch, didn't realize what this meant.

"You lost?" she asked.

Fred rolled his eyes: "For Merlin's sake, you're the girlfriend of Hogwarts' second best batsman—"

George cut him off immediately: "—everybody knows I'm the best hitter. No, Gwen, we won—"

"—at good odds," said Fred disapprovingly, "but the fool paid us leprechaun gold, which he picked up from the mascot of Ireland."

"The leprechaun's gold coin? What's the matter?" Gwen's mood fluctuated like a Muggle roller coaster, tossed by the twists and turns of the plot.

"Nevertheless," said Fred impatiently, "the gold disappeared, didn't it? By the next morning, not even the shadow!"

"So we're going to write him a letter and tell him he's made a mistake, and maybe he'll give us the money back," said George languidly, noticing that Gwen's lips had tightened—a sign of anger. .

"How much did you press?"

"We have thirty-seven Galleons, fifteen Sickles, three Knuts, and a fake wand." Fred counted on his fingers.

Gwen's chair creaked. "This is just too much—"

George pulled her off quickly and reassured, "Don't be mad at us, Gwen." She must have shared her mother's aversion to gambling.

Gwen gave him a strange look: "Why am I angry with you? I mean Bagman—it's too much, isn't this a lie to a child?" She began to curse him: "He's still a Ministry of Magic sportsman. Director of the Sports Department? Gambling in public? Isn't that illegal? What if he fixes the game?"

Then she glared at the two Weasleys angrily: "If I ask you, you're not so smart! You two are underage, and he could have reneged on that - too young to gamble - in the end You won't get a single Nat."

Gwen stood up and paced. "I don't think writing a letter helps either."

Fred looked mortified, and George whispered beside him, "I told you, it would look like we were blaming him."

"Because he's such a complete bastard!" exclaimed Gwen. "He can deny it and ignore it. And you fell into the trap foolishly - even though your good luck made you guess the result of the game!"

Fred kicked the legs of the table impatiently, "Then what can we do? Gwen, all our net worth has been invested!"

Gwen gritted his teeth with hatred, trying to calm himself down, and asked a question: "He is an official of the Ministry of Magic, why would he take such a big risk to lie to your Garen? His salary should be enough for him to squander, right? Or Said he only lied to you? or all