94 hp Diagon Alley

A very nice environment. "

"That's because you don't know what good things there are, but we think Harry likes it." The twins smiled and opened the curtains.The London sunshine suddenly came in from outside the window, Gwen was dazzled blindly, and then was covered in a group of buzzing vixen.

"For Merlin's sake, can't you give your prank talent a break!" Gwen said angrily, and quickly cast a freezing spell, and then Fred and George put the frozen pranks on their hands like nothing happened. Hu Meizi grabbed them one by one and stuffed them into the bag.

"Great, this house has provided us with a lot of raw materials," said Fred contentedly, and then he smiled slyly. "Brother, I really want to see what lives in the walls."

"I am willing too," George took two steps towards the wall with ill intentions.

Before Gwen could stop them, a hoarse and harsh voice like a bullfrog came in from outside the door.

"Stop it. Curious little bastard, spoiling my mistress's house. Oh, my poor mistress, if she knew, if she knew what kind of scum they put into her house, she would tell old Cleary What did Che say. Oh, what a shame, Mudbloods, werewolves, liars and thieves, poor old Kreacher, what can he do?"

"Hello, Kreacher," said Fred loudly, closing the door behind him hard.

The house-elf froze instantly, no longer muttering words, but a very obvious but suspicious look of surprise.

"Kreacher didn't see the young master just now," he said, turning and bowing to Fred.With his face still turned to the carpet, he said again in a voice quite audible: "It's the old bastard's nasty little brat."

"Excuse me?" said George, "I didn't catch that last sentence."

"Kreacher didn't say anything," said the elf, bowing again to George, and then said in a soft but clear voice, "these are his twin brothers, a pair of queer little wild pups."

"So," Gwen looked at the elf in front of her in a little surprise—forgive her for never seeing such a sloppy guy—the elves in Hogwarts are all white and clean, but it, except for the waist Around him was a dirty rag, like a loincloth that men in tropical countries use to cover their bodies.It looked very old, and it seemed to have more skin than its body needed, and although its head was bald like all house-elves, there were a lot of white hair growing out of its big bat-like ears.The eyes were bloodshot and watery and gray, and the fleshy nose was so large that it was almost like a pig's nose. "This is Kreacher? The angel sent by Mother Sirius?" Gwen remembered how Ron described it not long ago.

"That's right," said George, suppressing a laugh and disgust, "it's exactly like Mrs. Black, more like her own son than Sirius."

"...spoiling the noble old Black house, if my mistress knew, oh how she would cry. There's a new girl here, and Kreacher doesn't know her name. What's she doing here? Kreacher doesn't know?"

"Kreacher, this is Gwendoline Ollivander." Fred introduced, and then whispered to Gwen, "Listen to what nickname it will give you, I guess it is also a pure-blooded scum."

"But I'm not pureblood," Gwen explained seriously. "Garrick's mother was Muggle-born."

Surprisingly, the weird little elf just raised those light-colored eyes and glanced at Gwen, bowed perfunctorily, and then stood there without saying a word, staring at the twins Forbid them to do anything to damage "its dear mistress's house."

"What's that?" Gwen asked George. "I don't even deserve a nickname? It just ignores me."

The twins also looked a bit shocked. "Come on, Gwen, this is the most polite Kreacher has been in two weeks. I'd rather he ignore us."

Under the supervision of the home care elves, the three of them could only honestly clean the room on the fourth floor, and Gwen was also dragged to sort out the mail order from the Weasley joke store.

When she was overwhelmed by the dazzling array of goods and snowflake orders, Gwen couldn't help regretting that she had agreed to the principal's invitation.

"I wish I hadn't come," she said to her boyfriend with a sad face. "You're using me like a coolie."

Fred fooled her with the packaging, "You can enjoy all Weasley's joke merchandise for free for life, and the other person who has this kind of treatment is—"

"Who is it?" Gwen exaggeratedly poked her ears out and asked, she guessed it might be the mysterious patron.

"It's George," said Fred firmly.

Disappointed Gwen looked at George, "Can't I enjoy your inventions for free for life if I don't work for you?"

George was sweating coldly, and a slash flew at his brother, "Stop kidding, Gwen. Don't you help because you love me?"

"I'd rather play wizard chess with Kreacher than stay in the same room with you!" Fred said angrily.

Two eyes watched him eagerly to go out.But halfway through, Fred suddenly turned back.

"Guess what?" He showed his cynical look again, "I don't intend to make it easy for you." Then he sat down and continued to pack while whistling.

On the weekend of the third week of summer vacation, an unexpected person appeared on the dinner table of NO.12 in Grimmauld Square.

"Cedric!" Hermione screamed in terror as soon as she entered the dining room.

"Hello." The handsome Hufflepuff wizard touched his nose shyly. Mad-Eye was sitting on his left, and his senior sister Tonks was on his right.

Several Gryffindors immediately gathered around the table and chattered around the table.

"Are you okay? Are you all recovered?"

"Do you remember what happened?"

"Why are you here?"

"Honey, would you like stew or beef?"

The last sentence was obviously asked by Mrs. Weasley, and she kindly drove away a group of children, "Sit in your seats."

After the fiery scene calmed down a bit, Digory finally explained to everyone.

"Thanks to Madam Pomfrey, I'm much better." His eyes looked very dark, "I also remember what happened that night, if it wasn't for Harry, I might have died."

The students at the dining table all sank when they heard this, and felt a little chilly.

Seeing this, Cedric hurriedly continued, "Professor Moody helped me a lot. He found several prescriptions to deal with spell damage. Fortunately, after graduation, Principal Dumbledore invited me to join the Order of the Phoenix." , I also found a job at the Ministry of Magic."

"He's a trainee Auror!" Tonks said enthusiastically. Her hair was also violet today, and she looked in a good mood.

Ron opened his mouth wide, "Cool!"

On the contrary, Digory felt a little embarrassed, "Oh, originally I wanted to devote myself to the work of the Order of the Phoenix. You know, after going through that incident, I had to fight against the mysterious man. And the Ministry of Magic..." He was vague, But everyone understood what he meant, "It was the principal who convinced me. After all, if the Ministry of Magic is full of people like..., then our chances of winning will be even lower. And Professor Moody is willing to be my mentor, train some proud Ro's skills."

"Not bad boy." Mad-Eye said in a rough guttural voice, "The combat ability, stealth and tracking scores will also be good, at least much better than Nymphadora."

"Don't call me Nymphadora!" Tonks' hair turned red, "although I've always been clumsy."

There was a snort from Lupine at the far end of the table, and Gwen felt him sniggering behind the bowl.

"Cedric is great." After dinner, Ron revealed the admiration he had when he talked about Krum back then. "He's a full member of the Order of the Phoenix and a trainee Auror. I bet he'll pass the exam." , after all, both he and Harry are the champions of the Triwizard Tournament."

"You're not bad, Ronald." Hermione comforted him solemnly. "We should all join the Order of the Phoenix after graduation. Of course, the premise is that your NEWT score passes."

"Don't talk nonsense," Ron blew his nose and stared at his eyes, "but no one ever told me that joining the Order of the Phoenix depends on my grades!"

Ginny sat on the other side of the sofa, "Then you can look at the group of people who meet every day, Auror, the professor, and Bill, he has twelve OWLs certificates."

Ron looked a little depressed, when the window was slapped, it was a familiar snowy owl——Hedwig.The pretty owl flew straight at Ron, and the red-haired kid opened the letter like a foe, and was miserable.

"My conscience is on the line," he said. "Harry isn't having a good time - he says he's rummaging through the trash cans for Muggle newspapers just to get a little bit of You-Know-Who. I don't know anything. Can't tell him, can't even write to him very often. Dumbledore didn't want too many owls flying around the Square, thinking that would look suspicious."

Seeing that Ron didn't intend to reply, Hedwig looked at him reproachfully with her big round amber eyes.Then he pecked Ron's hand so hard that he jumped up with a cry of pain. Seeing that he was about to run away, Hedwig chased and pecked him all over the room.

I ran into Dumbledore who came to the meeting, and Snape who was holding a long parchment report.The head of Slytherin with a gloomy face unceremoniously restrained Hedwig, and then