94 hp Diagon Alley

The reason for such a risk. said Fred triumphantly. "So Bagman got into big trouble with the Goblin."He borrowed a lot of gold from them.After the World Cup, they cornered him in the woods and took all the gold he had, and it wasn't enough to pay off his debts.The goblins had followed him to Hogwarts and watched him closely.He gambled and lost everything.He didn't even have two gold coins on him. "

"Oh," Gwen showed a shy and happy expression, "You compliment me too much, Fred, I don't allow you to say that about yourself. In my heart, you are as smart as George. Don't put yourself at the bottom."

Fred took a big step back as if he had received a huge shock, and pointed at Gwen tremblingly, "Georgie, how could you allow her to say that about me—"

"Come on, Fred." George impatiently reached out and waved the non-existent fly beside his ear, "Your addiction to drama is really great. But I admit that we are indeed equally smart."

Fred looked like a wounded beast, "If Angelina was here, the four of us could fight."

"Do you know how that fool is going to pay the goblin?" George asked perfunctorily, patting his brother on the shoulder and turning his head toward Gwen.

The little witch shook her head, "Stupid Bagman, if you owe money to the goblin, I'm afraid you will have to pay at least twice the price."

"Yes, he needs a lot of money—" said George.

"—he's betting on Harry, man," said Fred, "betting a lot of money on him to win the Tournament. On the goblins."

"Ha!" Gwen sneered sneeringly through her nose, "negotiate terms with the goblin." Then she added a windscreen to the open-air tower, and kept saying, "Garrick has been around since I was two years old." Tell me when I was there, that the goblins at Gringotts are smarter than the black-hearted merchants in Knockturn Alley."

"I don't have a problem with that," Fred shrugged, "but do you know what that means?"

"Bagman did sneakily try to help Harry win the game," George replied.

Only then did Gwen understand the ins and outs of the matter. "But how does knowing that help you get back all your savings?"

Fred stretched out two long fingers: "Two ways. First, we use this incident to threaten Bagman and ask him to pay back the money immediately. Second, we get on a boat with him and find a way Help Harry win the championship, and then get all the Galleons back as a matter of course."

Gwen carefully observed the expressions of the twins, and thought that they actually knew that this idea was not good, and the purpose of coming tonight was to become an annoying opponent in this small team.

"Well, I don't want to spoil the fun, you all forced me to do this." Then she began to pick on their methods, "First, Bagman probably only has a few silver Sickles and copper Knuts left, You threaten him with nothing now. The greedy goblins must have squeezed him out before you."

The Weasley brothers made an identical motion to signal Gwen to continue.

"As for the second one, I don't think he can help Harry anything. And we may not be able to help him. The third item is very mysterious, isn't it?" Gwen took out a roll of sheepskin from her bag with ease. Then write and draw on it, "Harry and Digory are both 85 points, Krum is only five points behind them, and the last one is Delacour who failed in the last project."

Fred and George also leaned over, "We can put some Weasley magic trick products on Harry, if he faces Krum in the final, just throw it over..."

"Hogwarts will be ashamed of you, throw super-strong dung eggs at your opponents." Gwen interrupted them. "Harry was very lucky to pass the first two hurdles. To be honest, he is only 14 years old, and the other contestants are all adults."

"That's why his odds are high," Fred said, propping his chin.

The three of them were silent for a while, before Gwen rubbed her forehead and said in frustration, "I can't think of any better way, my friends. The bigger threat than Bagman is the goblins who are staring at us."

"We could have robbed him after we got his Galleon—this is a robbery representing justice." Fred also rubbed his face with his hands.

"It's a pity he's a civil servant of the Ministry of Magic after all," Gwen thought with disgust that such a person should be a Director. "He knows you. It's not good for Mr. Weasley."

There was a slight sound from the stairs, and Gwen and George immediately turned around and took out their wands, confronting someone nervously.

Fred didn't understand why the two men were like startled birds, and they also poked their heads to look downstairs.The stairs were empty.Not a single person was there.

George put away his wand suspiciously, "Let's stop here for today, we have to go back to the dormitory before curfew."

"Well," Fred didn't question this decision, "unless we think of a better way, we can still implement the second plan at the moment, and it won't do us any harm."

Gwen hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded in agreement.

After returning to the Gryffindor girls' dormitory in a calm and peaceful way, and after saying goodbye to the two, Gwen began to think while crouching on the bed and writing a thesis.What would happen to Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes if the twins didn't want their savings back?George revealed more than once the plans of the two brothers to open a store belonging to them in Diagon Alley.This was Fred and George's business, and they would not want Gwen to provide financial support for no reason, and her savings were not sufficient enough to open a shop.To tell the truth, old Ollivander may be a good craftsman, but he is definitely not a successful businessman.Therefore, after counting the cost of doing business in Diagon Alley for a long time on her fingers, Gwen realized that the twins' poor 37 Galleons could do nothing.So how can she help them?

Just after Gwen denied her ideas one by one, she suddenly realized that the biggest problem facing the Weasley store was the high rent in Diagon Alley.Then Gwen jumped out of bed—Ginny sat up in fright—and threw herself at the little table to write a long letter, which she borrowed Katie's sturdy owl and sent to Garrick. past.

A few days later, at the Gryffindor table in the morning, Gwen just ate a scone with butter and jam, swallowed another fried egg, and was frowning at the toast on the plate.George put the slice of toast into his mouth with perfect naturalness, and helped her solve a big problem.

The messenger owls arrived, and Hermione looked up eagerly.She seemed to be expecting something. "I've ordered a copy of the Daily Prophet. I'm tired of knowing everything from the Slytherins now."

A gray owl flew towards Hermione.Unexpectedly, after the gray owl settled on the plate in front of her, four barn owls, a tan owl and a gray forest owl flew in immediately.

"How many purchase orders have you sent out?" said Harry, grabbing Hermione's goblet so he wouldn't be knocked over by the horde of owls.They all rushed to the front, trying to be the first to deliver the letter to her.

"What the hell, what the hell—" said Hermione, taking the letter from the gray owl and reading it. "Oops, oops!" she said angrily, her face turning red.

"What's going on?" said Ron.

"This—this is simply ridiculous—"

She slipped the letter to Harry, who saw that it was not handwriting, but what appeared to be letters cut out of Witcher's Weekly.

You are a bad girl.Harry Potter deserves better girls.Go back to your Muggle home.

"It's all these kinds of letters!" Hermione said desperately, opening the envelopes one by one, "Harry Potter deserves a girl who is a hundred times better than your kind...should put you in the green algae Let's cook it... Ouch!"

As soon as she opened the last envelope, a yellow-green liquid sprayed onto her hands, giving off a pungent gasoline smell, and immediately large yellow-yellow blisters appeared on her hands.

"Undiluted balbo tubers have pus!" said Ron.He picked up the envelope carefully and sniffed it.

"Ouch!" cried Hermione, tears welling up in her eyes.She wiped the pus off her hands with a napkin, but her fingers were covered with thick, excruciating sores that looked like they were wearing thick, bumpy gloves.

"What's going on here?" Gwen asked looking at the farce on the dinner table, "Who did Hermione offend?"

"I warned her!" said Ron. "I warned her not to mess with Rita Skeeter! Look at this..." He read aloud another letter from Hermione: "I was in " Read in Wizard Weekly that you're toying with Harry Potter's affections, that boy has suffered so much, just wait, I'll just find a big envelope and send you a spell next time. Gosh, You really have to be careful."

"That's why I never subscribe to Wizards Weekly," Gwen wrinkled her nose in disgust, as if smelling something disgusting, "they don't have a single word of truth out of their mouths—believability is more important than that." Higher."

Hermione clutched her horribly swollen hands, "You're probably the only person in school who hasn't read that article, Gwen. Thank you so much..."

"Stop talking, Hermione, you have to go to Madam Pomfrey quickly." Gwen couldn't stand it anymore.

"Ron and I will explain the situation to Professor Sprout..." Harry also said hastily.

For the next week, Hermione continued to receive malicious letters, although she heeded Hagrid's advice not to open them