94 hp Diagon Alley

Talking drippingly.Harry said that Dumbledore's speech at the school leaving banquet seemed to clear away his worries at once.They were talking enthusiastically about what Dumbledore would do now to stop Voldemort from making a comeback, and they didn't stop talking until the lunch trolley arrived.

The compartment door was pulled open.

Malfoy took a step further into the compartment, surveyed them slowly, and said slowly, "Potter is Dumbledore's favorite boy again. It's remarkable."

"Get out," said Harry.

"You've lost from the start, Potter! I warned you! I told you to choose your companions more carefully, remember? It was the first day at Hogwarts when we met on the train ? I told you not to hang out with these dirty people!" He shook his head at the Weasleys and Hermione, "It's too late, Potter! The Dark Lord is back, and the first thing to die is They! First the Mudbloods and the Muggle-loving ones! Next—second step—Diggory is—”

Sooner or later, it was as if someone had set off a box of fireworks in the cubicle.The spells radiating from different directions blinded Harry with blinding light, and a series of crackling noises nearly deafened his ears.He blinked and looked down at the floor.

Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle were all lying unconscious in the doorway of the cubicle.He, Ron, and Hermione were all standing. The three of them had used their different poisons at the same time just now, and they were not the only three of them doing so.

"We want to see what the three of them are up to." Fred said solemnly, then pretended to accidentally lose his footing, and stomped Goyle hard.His wand was in his hand, and so was George, except he stepped on Malfoy on purpose.

"What an interesting effect," said George, looking down at Crabbe and Goyle. "Who used the Hairy Curse?"

"Me," said Harry.

"What a coincidence," said George cheerfully, "I used the Softfoot Charm. Seems like you can't mix the two spells. He seems to have little tentacles popping out of his face." Then he looked back at the wand, still smoking Gwen, "Honey, what spell did you use?"

"I think it's better for you not to know," Gwen shrank her head a little embarrassedly, "it's probably on Malfoy's body, where he's usually invisible, and I added a few tattoos to him."

As soon as the words fell, Ron rushed forward and tried to take off Malfoy's clothes.Gwen and Hermione quickly turned their heads, "Okay, let me tell you. I wrote on it that the Weasley family has a long history and long live Potter."

The whole cubicle laughed, although a few boys were eager to see the real thing.

In the end it was George who had only a teaspoon of sanity left: "Well, let's not leave them here, they're not pretty decorations."

Ron, Harry, and George kicked, pushed, and rolled, and got the unconscious Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle out into the hallway, then went back to the cubicle and closed the door again.

After a while, Harry made up his mind and decided to ask them about it. "So, can you tell us?" he said to George. "Who are you blackmailing?"

"Oh," said George sullenly, "that thing."

Gwen also woke up like a dream, "So you were eavesdropping that night."

"Nothing," said Fred, shaking his head impatiently. "It's no big deal. At least it doesn't matter now."

"We've given up," George said, shrugging.

But Harry, Ron, and Hermione pressed on, and finally Fred said, "Well, well, since you really want to know...it's Ludo Bagman."

The twins told three curious little minds how they were cheated by Bagman and repeatedly failed to collect debts.And the love and hatred between Bagman and the creditor goblins.

"He's betting on you in the end, man," Fred said to Harry. "Betting a lot of money on you to win the Tournament. On the goblins."

"Oh, no wonder he's always trying to help me win!" said Harry. "Well - I did win, didn't I? Can he give you your coins back?"

"Nope!" said George, shaking his head. "The Goblin was as bad as he was. They said you tied with Digory, and Bagman bet you to win big. So Bagman Had to run for his life in a hurry. As soon as the third project was over, he fled."

This episode aside, the rest of the trip was a very pleasant one.Ron invited Harry to visit the Burrow during the holidays as usual. If Sirius doesn’t pick up Harry within two weeks, the twins and Ron are willing to go to the Dursleys again to personally escort Harry, “but this time you have to call They fixed the blocked fireplace!" George complained loudly.Gwen also said that she could help, but Hermione almost wrote her disapproval on her face.

In the blink of an eye, the Hogwarts train stopped at platform nine and three-quarters.The students started to get out of the car one after another, and the aisle was once again chaotic and noisy.Ron, Hermione, and Gwen walked out of the cubicle with the suitcases in their hands, stepping over Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle with difficulty, and Gwen probably kicked them a few times, sorry.But Harry didn't move.

"Fred—George—wait a minute."

The twins turned around.Harry opened the chest and took out his Tournament winnings.

"Take it," he said, pushing the bag into George's hands.

"What?" said Fred, dumbfounded.

"Are you crazy?" said George, trying to push the bag back to Harry.

"No, I haven't," said Harry. "You guys take it and keep inventing. It's an investment in Weasley's magic tricks."

"He's really gone," said Fred in a voice almost frightened.

"Listen," said Harry firmly, "if you don't take it, I'll throw it away. I don't want it, I don't need it. But I need some laughter. We might all need some laughter. I have a It feels like we're going to need more laughs than usual soon."

"Harry," said George softly, weighing the bag of gold coins in his hand, "there are five hundred Galleons in it."

"Yeah," said Harry, laughing, "think how many canary biscuits it's worth."

The twins stared at him blankly.

"Don't ever tell your mother where the money came from... even though she's not so keen on getting you into the Ministry now, come to think of it..."

"Harry..." Fred wanted to say more, but Harry drew his wand.

"Take it," he said grimly, "or I'll cast you a curse. I know some pretty powerful spells now. Just do me a favor, okay? Get Ron another one." A dress robe, say you gave it to him."

Without waiting for another word from the twins, he left the cubicle, turned and walked across Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle.Malfoy, they were still lying on the floor, with the marks of the curse on their bodies.

Gwen waited for George on the platform, planning to say goodbye to him.But what she waited for was a guy with erratic footsteps and a dreamy expression.

Regardless of Mrs. Weasley who was a few steps away, George leaned over to give Gwen a deep hug, then kissed her three times, hard and loud.And whispered into her ear, "I want you to come to our house in the summer, too. Keep in touch, Gwen."

Gwen stared blankly at the retreating backs of the Weasleys, and then met the old Ollivander who looked at her with great interest.

Merlin, did she forget to tell Garrick her love news in the letter all year long?

summer of [-]

Gwen had to admit that when she returned to her familiar and crowded 1 Diagon Alley, You-Know-Who and his lackeys were left behind.Garrick doesn't seem to plan to go out to find new materials for his wand during this holiday, and he wants to be with Gwen wholeheartedly.

The witches who have gone through OWLs learned a few superb housework magic during the review process, so after returning home, Gwen opened up a corner in the shop with great interest, planning to cook a meal for old Mr. Ollivander himself Feast.

"I'm so touched." Garrick sat at the table with tears in his eyes, his silver eyes darting over the dishes.

Gwen herself was very embarrassed, her nose was still stained with pot bottoms, and a bunch of eyebrows disappeared suspiciously.

"Don't comfort me, Garrick," she said despondently, "this lamb chop is overcooked"—actually burnt, "and the soup is thick"—with lumps of flour in it “Even the potatoes are salty.”—with a layer of fine salt granules hanging on them. "I should stay out of the kitchen in my life."

Mr. Ollivander hurriedly gathered the plate in front of him, and ate it with relish, as if he was enjoying the best delicacies in Diagon Alley. "That's good, kid. I'm so old, what else can I do?" The old man tried his best to drink the thick soup that stuck his throat, "This is the best enjoyment for me gone."

Gwen was really worried about Garrick's health, so she bit the bullet and ate half of it. "I promise," the little witch stretched her neck and swallowed hard, swearing, "my cooking skills will definitely improve!"

For the next few days, Garrick would pass by Gwen inadvertently, trembling, and then ask abruptly, "Is your little boyfriend okay? Are you writing to him?"

"Dear Gary