94 hp Diagon Alley

K, I know your eyes are pretty good. "Gwen bit the quill, then spat out her hair, "As you can see, I'm doing my homework for the holidays. "

Then the old man shook his head and walked away, muttering from time to time: "The child has grown up."

As soon as he was gone, Gwen pulled another sheet from under the parchment, a goofy smile on her face.

"Dear George,

Hope all goes well with your business.I've heard Gringotts has been looking for Bagman, but I don't think there's much chance of finding him.Anyway, feel free to reach out to me if you need any help.

I wrote Cho a letter, you know, she's been very upset about Digory.I heard that her mother works in the Ministry, and Mrs. Zhang doesn't allow her to comment on anything about the match that day and the mysterious man at home - Merlin, I can't tell who is our enemy now - the Ministry of Magic or that person.I bet the Weasleys aren't like that, that's outrageous.Anyway, Qiu wrote me back. The good news is that Diggory woke up yesterday, and I heard that he was only a little weak, but he didn't suffer any other injuries.

My housework magic is really terrible, Merlin, I can make decent magic props, but why the vegetables I cut are not the same size - but today Garrick finally didn't hurt his stomach.Please give my hats off to Molly, she is a great witch.If I visit again this year during the holidays, I will definitely not forget to bring a gift from Wenju.I was so rude last time.

We haven't seen each other for a week, I miss you so much.

Hi Fred,

I wish you all the best.

Love you Gwen. "

In just half a day, Ollivander's owl flapped its wings and flew back, much faster than before.You know, it's not a short flight from Devon to London.

"Dear Gwen,

Fred and I are doing great tricks, and we even invented a few new ones that we can't wait to show you.We all know that you are willing to help us with all your might, but we don't worry so much about money now.There was a well-intentioned mystery investor -- sorry I can't name him -- who gave us a big investment.

As for the Ministry of Magic, your guess is correct.Daddy and we both trust Harry, except maybe Percy, and we can talk about him in person.It's good news that Cedric is fine, and I think we can tell Harry to stop worrying.Well, Ron just saw this sentence, and he has already gone to write to Harry.

Believe me Gwen, you're a better cook than some elves, I swear by Fred's best sheets.But I have to warn you, don't go from the fireplace to the Burrow in a reckless way.Our whole family lives in another place now, and the head of this place—I’m going to call him a crooked nose—has very strict control, so we can’t write letters at will, and we can’t invite you to be a guest at will.But this house is so cool, I wish you could be here, we can catch foxes together.

To be precise, we haven't seen each other for eight days, and I miss you very much.My mother has been asking me if I'm in love recently, do you want me to tell her?

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Hi Ollivander,

I'm fine.

love you george and

Stranger Fred. "

Gwen's heart was sour and sweet when she saw the reply. The sour thing was that she didn't know where George had gone. The description in a few lines and the setting of secrecy made Gwen scratch her heart.The sweet thing is that a big lip print flew out from the envelope, and there was a very explosive "chirp".Although she may have accidentally provoked Fred.

In the second week of summer vacation, Gwen and George still maintained the frequency of one letter a day.And George is still not allowed to disclose any information, and Gwen can only judge that they live not too far from London.Because the owl doesn't look tired.But Garrick did not know why he went out several times, and Gwen once heard him call out the Hogwarts headmaster's office in front of the fireplace.After coming back, the old man always looked heavy, and then sat quietly beside Gwen and observed her.

By the end of the second week, Garrick said he wanted to talk to Gwen.The naive witch thought that grandpa was going to talk to her about the relationship, but she didn't expect that the topic of that day would take a long time for Gwen to digest.

Mr Ollivander described how his children - Gwen's parents and aunt - were killed in the last wizarding war.In fact, the story could be told in a few sentences.In that crazy age, many ordinary people like them died because of the mysterious man and his minions.They didn't have time to say anything, they didn't have time to make portraits, they were still very young.Death is always so sudden and never considers people's feelings. Garrick had breakfast with them that morning and sent them out. In the afternoon, he lost his son, daughter, and daughter-in-law at the same time.

Then Garrick opened his mouth with difficulty, "Of course I believe that person is back. So what do you think, Gwen. I can take you far away, although Hogwarts is a good school, but for the mysterious In human terms—"

"For him, there's nowhere to hide." Gwen quickly interrupted Garrick, "We can't escape, Grandpa." The half-grown witch looked seriously into Mr. Ollivander's eyes, "We Where can we go? If war breaks out one day... we shouldn't run away, even if we don't express our position or stand in line, neither the Death Eaters nor the mysterious people will let us go." She said, jumping from the chair Standing up and pacing around the cabin, trying to sort out his thoughts, he refuted Garrick, "And there is Dumbledore at Hogwarts, leaving there now I have no ability to protect myself, let alone protect you Garrick." As if thinking of something, Gwen finally squatted in front of Mr. Ollivander, looked at the aging wand master with burning eyes, and then took his hand. "The most important thing is that I can't leave. Because this is my responsibility," she said clearly, "The little wizard is a gift from Merlin. If necessary, I must stand up and fight against the mysterious person. This For you, for mom and dad, for myself, for everyone."

"But you are already the last heir of Ollivander." The old man said in a trembling voice.

"Don't be silly, Grandpa." Gwen softened her voice and rested her head on his lap, "If You-Know-Who wins in the end, what's the point of Ollivander? I don't want to make wands for Death Eaters, That wand becomes an instrument of murder."

Garrick sighed deeply, and gently brushed Gwen's hair with his rough hands, "Oh, Gryffindor."

"Actually, I'm proud of Gryffindor having such little wizards." A playful voice came from the fireplace of the wand shop, accompanied by a green firelight, a tall, lanky bearded wizard walked gracefully from inside stepped out. "I suppose Miss Ollivander has made the choice for you, old Garrick."

Gwen jumped up in fright. It was a terrible thing for the headmaster to visit her home during the holidays. She quickly thought about whether she had committed any violations of law and discipline last semester—it must have been a lot.

"Good afternoon, Dumbledore." Mr. Ollivander greeted his old friend with a wry smile. "I'm afraid so, my little granddaughter will be a total lion in a few years."

"Ah," Dumbledore comforted him cheerfully, "If you know how many wild and unconstrained inventions Miss Ollivander has had, and her keen observation skills, you will understand why I have this proposal."

"What proposal?" Gwen couldn't help interrupting their reminiscence, "Sorry, professor. I don't quite understand what you mean."

Dumbledore didn't feel offended at all, instead he made a pot of strong honey tea familiarly, and took out a small bag of colorful candies from nowhere.

"I believe Mr. Weasley must have mentioned their new residence in his letter." The white-bearded wizard took a sip of tea with satisfaction, "We'll start with the Order of the Phoenix..."

Gwen was amused at first, and it was all due to George's genius in naming—look at the headmaster's crooked nose.Halfway through the conversation, she turned serious, and even said eagerly, "I'd like to join the Order of the Phoenix, Professor." As if feeling that she wasn't showing enough, she boasted like every candidate interviewing for a job, "I'm still He's a little clever, so he's sure to be able to do something. For example, I've long thought that Aurors should each be equipped with a few pieces of protective gear..."

The kind white wizard quickly waved his hands, "You are still too young, Gwen. At least after you graduate..."

"Ahem." Ollivander, who was ignored, coughed twice. "This is all for later, Dumbledore." He gave the headmaster a wink of disapproval.

"Of course, of course." Even though he rejected Gwen's nomination, Gwen noticed that her esteemed Headmaster seemed somewhat pleased. "As for the purpose of my visit today, it is to invite you to visit the Order of the Phoenix."

Gwen hesitated for a moment, then looked at Garrick who was sitting next to him.

"I promised to do Dumbledore a little favor." Old Mr. Ollivander put down the teacup in his hand heavily, "So you have to go out for a week, and you can't stay in Diagon Alley by yourself during this period."

Only then did Gwen understand that the two old men were handing over their short-term custody rights, "Okay, then a week..."

"Until school starts," Garrick said firmly in a gentle voice, "You can have a good time with your friends."