94 hp Diagon Alley

Nep's -" She looked around cautiously, " - was about the same 'preference' for Harry. "

Gwen was sure she wasn't being heard when she spoke ill of her behind her back, but her labor assignment today was downright scary.Professor Snape seemed in a bad mood. He asked Gwen to collect [-] cockroach eggs today, mix them with leech blood, and dry them until they were half mature.

After coming out of the gloomy basement, Gwen felt that her spirit was about to collapse.

Until she met Dobby pulling Winky on the road.

"Good evening, Dobby, Winky. What are you doing?" Gwen asked, trying to overcome a nausea.

"Dobby is going to Miss Ollivander! Dobby has completed the mission of the lady!" the elf replied shrillly, bouncing around.

"Thank you, Dobby." Gwen grabbed the two elves, quickly scratched the pears, and slipped into the kitchen.

"You can call me Gwen, Dobby." Gwen looked at them gratefully. The Ollivanders never had house-elves, so she didn't think she should be called Miss. "Then can you tell me who stole Professor Snape's private stash?"

Dobby pushed Winky to Gwen: "Winky saw it! It was Winky's turn to be on duty yesterday! She saw Professor Snape's office in the middle of the night. There was a torch on, and a cabinet door was ajar! Someone was looking for something inside "

But Shining covered her eyes tightly with a tea towel, and refused to say a word.

Gwen could only pull its hand down: "Winky—who stole Snape's potion ingredients?"

Winky's mouth seemed to be under a spell, but Gwen thought it was refusing to speak.The elf immediately slammed his head on the table hard: "Bad Winky! Bad Winky!"

Gwen was taken aback, "What happened to it? Dobby? Why didn't Winky tell me?"

Dobby crossed his hips and went crazy with anger: "Winky must still be thinking about its old master! But Professor Dumbledore gave Dobby and Winky a job, and Dobby worked for Hogwarts! He was paid one Galleon a week , one day off every month, Dobby loves freedom and loves work. But Winky still can't adjust, Gwen Ollivander. Winky forgets that she's done with Mr. Crouch, she can say what she thinks now , but she couldn't do it."

"Why, can't house-elves say what they think when they comment on their former masters?" Gwen looked at the bang-bang Winky and gave it a headache.

"Oh, no, miss, absolutely not," said Dobby, looking suddenly serious. "It's a house-elf slave, sir. We keep our master's secrets, sir. We uphold the honor of the family, Never speak ill of the master."

Gwen rolled her eyes, "Xinxie, you don't have to answer my question."

The little elf's face was mixed with tears and snot, and then he reluctantly let himself go.

"You just need to tell me that the reason you don't answer my question is because you can't tell me who he is?" Gwen asked.

After a while, Shining nodded very weakly.

Gwen looked at Dobby again, "Dobby, you said Winky's old owner was Mr. Crouch?"

Dobby nodded heavily under Winky's threatening gaze.

It wasn't quite what Gwen had imagined, and she didn't believe that Mr. Crouch would come to Hogwarts on purpose - the Potions Master's office in the basement - to steal a few potion ingredients.

"Dobby," Gwen skipped over Winky this time, "please keep watching that for me when you have time, okay? When you're not on vacation."

Dobby patted his chest like he had been honored, and bowed.

Inviting a dance partner is harder than beating a dragon

Gwen was suddenly surprised to find that Hogwarts accommodated so many girls, she hadn't noticed before.Girls giggling and whispering in the corridors, girls screaming and laughing every time a guy walks by, girls exchanging ideas excitedly about what to wear on Christmas night...

Gwen couldn't help but ask Katie: "How important is the Yule Ball? How can I see that everyone is more enthusiastic than the Triwizard Tournament?"

Katie couldn't help showing a rare and strange look: "Gwen, no accident, this is the only Christmas ball that most of us had when we were in Hogwarts."

Gwen counted on her fingers for a long time, really, no wonder the students above the fourth grade chose to stay in school for Christmas.

"And from inviting the partner, to preparing the dress, and finally dancing with the partner to have a wonderful night." Katie clasped her hands with a dreamy look on her face. "The relationship between a boy and a girl—how fascinating."

Gwen looked like he had eaten a leech: "You sound like you read ten Muggle romance novels in a row last night."

"I did read a few," said Katie, tossing her hair, "but the school doesn't allow the graduates to come back—my dear Oliver wrote eight letters about it—that never happened. .”

Indeed, Katie's owl lost weight, and Gwen was also a little surprised. She always believed that if Wood had a leaderboard in his heart, the Quidditch goal, three kinds of four Quidditch balls in total, and the seven broomsticks of the whole team would ahead of girlfriends.But the fact is that this gentleman is jealous because Katie can't take him to the dance.

"Don't tell me George hasn't invited you yet." Katie blew on her bright nails. "Is he planning to invite others besides you?"

"No." Gwen curled her lips, and Ginny just came back from the outside, her face was not very good-looking.

"What's the matter? Honey." Gwen and Katie leaned over, and the three of them huddled together on Ginny's four-poster bed.

"There's a funny piece of news, and a not-so-funny piece of news," she said sullenly.

Gwen and Katie always thought that Ginny might be the most mature and stable child in the Weasley family, far stronger than her brothers.Except when she was confused by Riddle's diary in first grade, she rarely had this look.

"Ron - well - he just invited Fleur Delacour to the ball with him." Ginny started off with the first news.

Katie was trying to hold back her laughter, and Gwen was a little upset: "Why do boys like her? Because she's pretty?" Gwen was still worrying about George's veela obsession.

"He invited her anyway, in front of a bunch of people—'She looked at me like I was a sea cucumber or something. Didn't even bother to answer.' That's how Ron put it."

Gwen sympathized with him even more now.

Then Ginny's face fell, "Harry said he invited Cho Chang...".

Nobody was laughing this time, they all knew that Ginny felt a little differently about Harry.

Gwen patted Ginny's arm. "As far as I know, she's going to the ball with Diggory."

Ginny covered her face: "This makes me feel even worse, she rejected Harry."

Gwen and Katie put their arms around Ginny's shoulders, and Katie said softly, "Don't be sad, Ginny. You know, boys are so annoying."

Ginny was more mature than they had imagined, and she had no intention of crying at all.Because the next second she was angry for Hermione. "Neville invited Hermione, but Hermione has already accepted someone else's invitation."

Neither Gwen nor Katie was much surprised.

"But Ron said Hermione wouldn't be invited," she growled angrily. "These two rejected idiots - laughing at other girls!"

Gwen was also a little angry, "Ron didn't invite Hermione?"

"Believe me," said Ginny sarcastically, "he might realize at the last minute - he could have chosen to invite Hermione..."

"...and go to the prom alone." Katie mocked unceremoniously, "Ginny dear, I can invite you to the prom, and you have chosen your dress, right? Oliver can't go back to school anyway..."

Ginny was a little frustrated, "I've already promised—I promised Neville. After Hermione refused him, he invited me, I think...anyway...anyway, if I don't say yes to him, I can't go, I still You're not in fourth grade."

"Oh!" Katie covered her heart artificially, as if she had lost her love: "Gwen, my good friend, since George hasn't invited you yet, please promise me."

Annoyed by the stupidity of the Hogwarts boys, Gwen nodded, "If George doesn't invite me, I promise to dance with you."

"Thank goodness the principal didn't stipulate that the dance partner must be a man and a woman," Katie snickered. "We must dance very well."

Gwen and George have been dating for almost a month, and he still has no intention of formally inviting her, as if he has decided that Gwen's dance partner must be himself.

They bumped into Sirius and Harry on several walks, and the cynical godfather tried hard to teach Harry how to please girls - although Gwen didn't think Harry needed much, his fame attracted enough for him peach blossom.

Gwen sighed like an old man and shook his head: "Sin, he doesn't love what he likes, and he can't see what he likes."

George also sighed and shook his head in the same way: "Damn it, Ron may finally invite Ginny to dance."

Gwen is so anxious, do you still have time to care about your brother's partner?Maybe you're going to dance with Fred.

Fred happened to come to them, intending to ask Ron to borrow an owl to deliver the letter.

"I have a clue about Bagman, I just need to write to confirm it," he said.

So the three returned to the tower on the jumping machine.

Hermione was urging Harry when they entered the lounge. "But it could take weeks to solve that mystery!" said Hermione, "If everyone else knows what the next project is, you're the only one