94 hp Diagon Alley

Ni cares more about when Harry will be taken back to Grimmauld Place.Gwen asked them at a loss, who else was in the house besides them, and what they discussed in their daily meetings.

"If only we knew," said Hermione defiantly. "The adults have been guarding us."

Mrs. Weasley shouted downstairs that it was time for dinner, and the six of them could only walk down the stairs full of curiosity.

On the way, Ginny also reminded Gwen to speak in a low voice and not to touch things randomly, "Otherwise you will have a chance to chat with Sirius' mother."

"Sounds good." Gwen weighed his words, at least this is his territory.

But the other five people stopped and looked at Gwen with the eyes of a troll, "Trust me, you will never like it."

They went down the stairs and through a door into the basement kitchen.

It was almost as dark here as in the foyer above, a cavernous and deep room surrounded by rough stone walls.Most of the light comes from a large fireplace at the far end of the room.Because of the meeting, the room was filled with many chairs, and in the middle was a long wooden table, on which were scattered parchment scrolls, goblets, and empty wine bottles.Mr. Weasley and his eldest son, Bill, were sitting across the table, their heads together, talking in low voices.

Gwen saw a lot of familiar faces, besides the Weasleys, there was also a worried-looking Lupine at the table, their poor professor Moody from last semester, and a flashing black shadow.

Gwen rubbed her eyes, "It's too dark, I thought I saw Professor Snape just now."

"You read that right." George said heavily, "He's also from the Order of the Phoenix."

"Then why doesn't he stay for dinner?" Gwen asked curiously.

Ron showed the look of looking at the troll again, "The focus of your attention is not to doubt his position, but whether he eats dinner or not?"

"Oh," Gwen greeted Mr. Weasley with a smile, "Is this strange? Otherwise Dumbledore wouldn't have let him into the house."

Hermione glared at Ron and answered Gwen's question, "Professor Snape never stays to dine with us."

"Because no one can eat dinner with his face," Fred concluded.

At dinner, Gwen met Auror Tonks through Ginny's introduction, and she didn't like being called her name very much.Tonks morphed her nose while eating, to the amusement of Hermione and Ginny.Every time she closed her eyes tightly, showing a painful expression, her nose suddenly swelled like a bird's beak, which looked like Snape's nose, and then retracted, becoming the size of a spherical mushroom, Then a bunch of nose hairs popped out of each nostril.This was apparently a regular mealtime entertainment, as soon Hermione and Ginny were asking her to conjure up their favorite noses.

"Conjure a pig's nose, Tonks."

Gwen raised her head, and for a split second, "I thought Crabbe or Goyle was sitting across from me!" Then Gwen wished she could be next to Tonks with the plate, and she was deeply fascinated.

"Is Transfiguration Magus right? Tonks." Gwen habitually picked up a few pieces of stew for George, urging him to eat more cauliflower, while closely following Tonks' movements with eager eyes. "Your Transfiguration must be fantastic."

Tonks had a big grin with his pig nose and pretty violet hair. "Natural. In Auror training, I got top marks for concealment and camouflage without studying at all."

Gwen sighed admiringly, staring at Tonks all through dinner. "If I have this ability, I don't have to worry about the OWLs results."

As if to confirm Gwen's unfortunate prediction, a strange owl brought Gwen's report card at breakfast the next day.

It was just the Weasleys, Hermione, Gwen and Lupine at the dinner table.The others seemed to have gone their separate ways after dinner yesterday, and Lupine was due to leave in the afternoon.

Gwen took the envelope from the owl's feet, and announced loudly, "Good friends, next year I won't be able to take Potions class. As you know, Professor Snape only accepts students with O grades to improve." class."

"I thought you liked him," said Fred with a huge fried egg in his mouth.

"If he can get me out of detention," Gwen explained, "and he can't be satisfied with anyone in Potions class. To be honest, Professor Snape's face is almost full of—you guys They're all offending me with my IQ."

Then she opened the envelope and looked at her grades one by one.George also poked his head over, and Mrs. Weasley seemed to stretch out her ears in front of the stove.

"You actually got a certificate in ancient runes!" George's eyes widened.

"Just A's, I don't think I'm going to take this class anymore. NEWT is too hard," Gwen said.

"Charms, Transfiguration, and History of Magic are all O." Fred also looked at Gwen's report card, "Seriously? Gwen? History of Magic?"

"I've memorized it for half a year," Gwen said proudly. "Katie said that I was chanting the name of the goblin in my dreams. The three courses are excellent, and I am satisfied." Then she was about to start counting how many certificates she had obtained.

George suddenly raised his head and looked at his girlfriend with sympathetic eyes. "Gwen, take care."

"What are you talking about, one, two... nine certificates, not surprising, I only got a P in the divination class." Then she seemed to see something unbelievable, her hands trembled, and the report card fell on the dining table .

Hermione took it curiously, "You got O in Potions! Gwen."

The subject was already unconscious and couldn't control his brain, "This is impossible! I never got an O in the final exam of the Potions semester at Hogwarts!"

At this time, a gloomy and deep voice slid over like a cello, "Obviously, the Wizarding Examinations Administration doesn't know the actual level of the students, and they are always too lenient."

Gwen almost fell to her knees in the dining room. "teach...professor..."

Snape didn't even look at her, but Bill and Lupine raised their chins at the snickering Mr. Weasley, "Dumbledore is here for a meeting." Then he left with his robe fluttering.

Gwen collapsed on the chair and asked George, "Tell me, George, how many people are in the NEWTs potion class."

Fred snapped his fingers and answered: "Four Ravenclaws, four Slytherins, three Gryffindors and one Hufflepuff."

Gwen wailed, "I have a hunch that I will be expelled from the potions professor in sixth grade because of mental retardation, or sold as potion ingredients for making him angry."

"Miss Ollivander, how many Knuts do you think you are worth?" A familiar annoying voice flew in from outside the door.

At the long dining table, except for Hermione, everyone looked at Gwen with the solemn expression of attending a funeral.

Gwen, a reckless man from Gryffindor.

Harry's advance guard

During the third week of summer vacation, Gwen joined the Order of the Phoenix's reserve team--as the kids called themselves, of course--the cleaning squad.Mrs. Weasley changed her warm and enthusiastic image in front of outsiders, and drastically assigned tasks to everyone.

"Look, I'll have to talk to Sirius when he comes back, Harry will be depressed if he stays here!" Mrs. Weasley complained softly as she walked through Black's old house.

"Trust me, Mum. Harry's really depressed in a Muggle house, can't we pick him up now? Fred and George can—" Ron asked, sticking his head out.

"Absolutely not!" Molly yelled suddenly, waking up several restless residents in the house, and there were rustling sounds in the walls, "Ronald Weasley, if I find you and your Brothers have any—no, if you dare to step out of the house, I will expel you from Hogwarts!"

Ron shrank his head and ran away.

"Now, Fred, George, and Gwen." Mrs. Weasley arranged the work, flicking her wand. "You are in charge of all the bedrooms on the fourth floor. Don't look like that, Fred, or George."

The twins and Gwen walked up the third floor step by step under Molly's gaze.

"Ron, Hermione, Ginny. You three clean the bedrooms on the second and third floors, including behind the curtains and under the beds. Don't touch the living room, it needs Mad-Eye to check and clean."

"Of course I'm not going to the living room, it's full of weird dark magic objects," Ron whispered to Hermione.

"You don't have to worry about the girls' rooms," said Hermione. "You just have to tidy up Harry's bedroom, and when he comes, you can just lie down and don't have to think about anything."

"I'm so envious of you guys." Gwen sighed holding a rag, "I'm only a year old."

"Don't be so sad, Gwen." Fred was commanding a broom to rampage across the room, "We're covering you, you can use your magic with impunity."

"I'd better be more cautious," Gwen said awkwardly, "There are a bunch of Aurors and professors downstairs at any time. Last time I just said a bad word, I was caught on the spot by Professor Snape. If it wasn't for the holiday now, I might just be caught giving Toad a pimple."

George also didn't look very interested, "Merlin, if he still puts you in confinement next term—this will be my last year at Hogwarts."

"Stop, you two disgusting bastards." Fred stepped forward and stood between them. "No hugging, no kissing, no flirting. I'm going to watch you work now!"

"That's clean enough." Gwen touched his conscience and said, "I must admit that Sirius created Harry's