94 hp Diagon Alley

If people are kept in the dark, you will really become a big fool! "

"Leave him alone, Hermione, he should be resting," said Ron, placing the last two Thunderbolt cards on top of the castle, and with a bang, the whole castle exploded, scorching his eyebrows.

"It's very pretty, Ron . . . it matches your gown really well," said Fred and George.

They sat down at Harry, Ron and Hermione's table, and Ron stroked his brow, examining the extent of his burns.

"Ron, can we borrow Piggy?" George asked.

"No, it's out delivering mail," said Ron. "What?"

"Because George wanted to invite him to the ball," said Fred sarcastically.Gwen wrinkled her nose. Are owls better than me?

"Because we've got a letter to send, you big stupid fool," said George.

"Who do you two write to, huh?" said Ron.

"Don't mind your own business, Ron, or I'll burn your nose too," said Fred, threatening Ron with a wave of his wand. "Why... you guys haven't found a date yet?"

"No," said Ron.

"I said, buddy, you'd better hurry up, or you'll be picking out all the good girls," Fred said.

"So who are you going with?" said Ron.

"Angelina," Fred replied without thinking, without embarrassment.

"What?" Ron asked in surprise. "You already invited her?"

"Good question," said Fred.He turned his head and called across the common room, "Hello, Angelina!"

Angelina was chatting with Alicia Spinnet by the fire when she heard the shout and looked over at Fred.

"What's the matter?" she asked aloud.

"Will you go to the dance with me?"

Angelina looked at Fred with weighing eyes.

"Okay," she said, and then turned to talk to Aliya again, with a small smile on her face.

"That's it," Fred said to Harry and Ron, looking ostentatiously at George, "it's a piece of cake."

Gwen is not calm now.She decided to show George some color.

At breakfast the next day, Gwen deliberately didn't sit with George, choosing to squeeze between Katie and Ginny.

"Hi, Ollivander." The dark-haired boy from Ravenclaw came over.

"Hi, Kona." Gwen smiled politely.

"May I invite you to the Yule Ball?" he asked.

Gwen squinted at George, who was poking his head over the dining table, "I'm sorry..."

"...She has promised me." A voice came.

It's Katie.

Michael Kona walked away dejectedly. In his opinion, the reason for the refusal was a bit blunt.

Hufflepuff's Zacharias Smith also came over, "Gwen, is that true? You want to dance with Belle?" He smiled wickedly: "Seriously, two girls dance How decent—why don't you come with me?" He gave a greasy wink.

Gwen, disgusted, took Katie's arm. "I don't think there's anything wrong with either of the girls, Mr. Smith. In fact, I'm sure we both dance well."

"Don't worry, I'm definitely better than him." Katie snorted disdainfully.

That guy was so ashamed that he couldn't hold back his face, kicked the stool and left in a very shameless manner.

Katie sighed, "I'll forget it," she looked Gwen up and down, "what's the matter with you? You didn't agree to other people's invitations, and you used me as a shield?"

Gwen is not confident now, "I thought it was time for George to invite me, and now it seems that he has a better chance of pairing up with the owl."

"Oh," Katie sighed, "guess the game, the one who loses will start dancing tonight."

Fortunately, within a day, Gwen successfully resolved her partner problem.

After another eccentric Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Gwen was dragged down a secret passage by George.

"Hey." George smiled foolishly.

"What?" Gwen said angrily.In the day that she and George had distanced themselves, nearly ten boys had asked her out.

"Hey." George smiled foolishly again.

"If you're just laughing here, I don't have time to accompany you." Gwen raised her legs and was about to leave.Trapped by George with both hands.

"If I don't do something else, my girlfriend's going to be dancing with the crooks—or her roommate." George blinked his bright eyes.He took out a small box from his pocket.

"You know," Gwen wanted to stomp on his foot angrily, "do you think I have to go to the dance with you!" Then her voice stopped abruptly.

For George opened the little box, and in it lay two white moonstones, glowing silver in the dark secret passage.

"I think they match your eyes," said George, stroking the corner of Gwen's brow with his finger. Half the money from selling canary biscuits went to buy it."

Gwen threw herself into his arms with emotion, her voice trembling, "You just need to ask, why don't I go with you? Why spend so much Galleons!"

George was so hurt by her bump, "I have to give my girl the best, even though it's just a pair of small earrings. This is our first public appearance!"

Gwen chuckled in the hollow of his shoulder. "We make an appearance at the Gryffindor table every day."

"So," George put the box into Gwen's hand, and asked, holding up her little face, "Miss Ollivander, would you like to be my dance partner?"

"Okay." Gwen agreed reluctantly, "but I have to change the color of the dress, Mr. Weasley. Your little surprise is really unexpected."

After the two came out of the secret passage with dust and cobwebs on their heads, there was a crackling sound, and an elf appeared out of thin air.

"Dobby!" Gwen screamed, and looked around. "Why are you here?"

The big-eared elf bowed, "Dobby's been watching for two weeks! Dobby knows..."

Gwen could only push Dobby into the secret passage, and then explained to George: "Someone went to Professor Snape's private storage room to steal potion materials. I don't think it was you, nor Harry..."

"...That would be very suspicious." George said, then looked at the elf.

"Professor Moody!" it said tremblingly. "Dobby was almost discovered by him! But Dobby hid quickly, and Dobby went back to the kitchen!"

Gwen's eyes widened. "Are you sure, Dobby? That Professor Moody with the wooden leg and the fake eye?"

Dobby tugged at his ears, as if Gwen asked another question, and he would crash into the wall of the secret passage.

"Moody?" George was also surprised now. He had always admired Mad-Eye. "What's the use of him stealing Snape's medicine? Setting a trap in the office?"

Gwen didn't answer, she thanked the elf, and then pulled out a Nat from the robe, "Take it, Dobby. This is a tip from the wizards-thanks for your help, and the rest will be up to you." us."

Dobby refused to accept anything, until Gwen told it that this is the treatment that every paid employee should enjoy, and it happily hid the copper nuts in the socks.Then a snap of the fingers and gone.

"My brain is like a mess." Gwen smiled wryly. "I thought the thief might kill Harry."

"Many people wanted to kill him, but Moody..." George shook his head, "Harry said that the first project used the Coming Charm, which was Moody's inspiration for him."

Gwen also knew that except for herself, everyone else at Hogwarts had a good impression of this Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and maybe a Slytherin Malfoy should be removed.

"But he doesn't have a good relationship with Snape." George also admitted, "I thought the old bat was robbed of his beloved teaching position, but he always seems to avoid Moody."

"That's right," Gwen recalled Moody's performance in the last ferret incident, "They've known each other before. But that's even weirder, there's no need for him to sneak into Snape's office."

"Seriously, Gwen." George was a little puzzled, "Since Harry is not affected, why do you have to worry about who stole Snape's medicine? Let him find out."

"Okay," Gwen shrugged, "I'll tell the professor about the elf at most." She frowned again at this point, "George, I forgot to mention. It was another elf half a month ago Saw the thief--Winky--he used to be Mr. Crouch's elf."

"Crouch?" George said seriously, "Then it's the elf who is believed to have launched the Dark Mark in the World Cup?"

Gwen was also stunned, "I don't remember—it was the elf from the Ministry of Magic's Director of International Cooperation who was suspected of launching the Dark Mark." Then she shook her head, becoming even more confused: "It saw the thief, But it won't say anything. It punishes me as soon as I ask it." Gwen was silent for a moment, asking her resourceful boyfriend.

"Do you think there might be two thieves?"

"They're all interested in the old bat's disgusting potion?" George snorted. "I don't think it's very likely."

Gwen forced herself to think of the names on the Marauder's Map again, and she had trouble equating the old-fashioned Mr. Crouch with the eccentric Moody.

Seeing this, George squeezed Gwen's face, "I can ask Dad about Mr. Crouch, he's in the Ministry, and he knows a lot more than us." He seemed to feel that the hand felt good, and he pinched the other side face, "at least you can't go to sneeze tonight