94 hp Diagon Alley

This situation is something I didn't expect. "

Both George and Gwen were dumbfounded, "They've been like this since your third grade—"

"But Crookshanks—" Hermione blushed suddenly, and Ron cheered up beside her, "Crookshanks is pregnant!"

Gwen's brain felt like it was hit hard, "Pregnancy?! I mean, this is really unexpected good news." She stood up and was going to open Crookshanks' belly to see what was going on. As soon as she stretched her hand over, the dog The son gave her a harsh sound.

"It's killing me!" Gwen was furious. "It's killing me for its girlfriend!"

"Ha," said Fred gleefully, "you understand how I feel now, Gwen."

"We have to talk," said Hermione forcefully.

When Mrs. Weasley was about to enter the kitchen, she heard faint voices from inside.

Gwen: "What can we do? We're going back to Hogwarts soon."

George: "But we have to be responsible for... raising them..."

Gwen: "I don't know, I'm a little nervous...this is my first...pregnancy..."

Hermione: "Of course we'll help."

George: "They might be born at Hogwarts anyway, we've got to keep it a secret..."

Mrs. Weasley flung the door open, and the old wooden door creaked|groaned. She looked reproachfully at George, then at Gwen, who was frozen in place, with loving eyes.

"Oh, my child," Mrs. Weasley put her arms around Gwen gently, as if she were a fragile doll made of porcelain, "don't be afraid, George is responsible of course!" After giving George a look, the red-haired boy turned his head and opened his mouth wide.

"I can take care of you if you want, Gwen. I'm very experienced." Mrs. Weasley said softly, not to scare her, and glanced at her belly from time to time.

Gwen blushed so much that she was about to steam—"Wei, Mrs. Weasley, I think you may have misunderstood..."

The kitchen erupted in deafening laughter, so loud that Harry, Ginny, Sirius, and even Kreacher all came running to watch.

Among them, Fred was particularly serious. He collapsed on the floor, pounded the ground with his fists, and shouted for Merlin to save him.

George gritted his teeth and said to his mother, "There's nothing wrong with Gwen, Mom, Crookshanks is pregnant."

Mrs. Weasley had a look of realization on her face, and finally turned her gaze from Gwen's belly to the ginger cat licking gracefully at the dinner table.

The few people who arrived late realized what had happened, and a second wave of laughter broke out.

Gwen had never been through anything so embarrassing, and she felt blushing dripping blood, and Tonks' luck charm wasn't working at all.George slapped the table to his feet, then took Gwen's hand and apparated upstairs.

To be honest, Gwen felt that the way the two of them looked at each other was even more awkward.

Especially at dinner when she heard Bill reassure George, "Don't worry, George, I've always had doubts about my date of birth."

As soon as Gwen closed her eyes at night in bed, she and George lived in the Burrow, followed by a bunch of dolls with red heads and runny noses in her mind.

Hell, Gwen thought, she'd fallen into a warm trap called a Weasley and couldn't get out.

Fortunately, they will be back at Hogwarts soon, and Gwen won't have to accept the daily jokes from the grown-ups.

After the students rushed onto the platform with their luggage, Mrs. Weasley whispered to Gwen as she hugged her, "I'm sorry, Gwen. But you know, Arthur and I both like you."

Before Gwen could speak, she was pushed onto the train, and Mrs. Weasley waved at her reluctantly.Fred and George ran into Ginny, who was pulling Harry, and Neville, who couldn't find a vacant space, and finally squeezed into a compartment.

"Hello, Luna," Ginny said, "can we take these seats?"

The girl sitting by the window looked up.She had wild, waist-length blond hair, and very light eyebrows, and she actually had her wand stuck behind her left ear just to be on the safe side, or because she was wearing a string of butterbeer corks. Necklaces made of stuffed stuffing, or because she accidentally held the magazine upside down while she was reading it.Her eyes flicked past Neville and landed on Harry.She nodded.

"Thank you," Ginny said, smiling slightly at her.

The boys put some large suitcases and Hedwig's cage on the luggage rack and sat down.Gwen and Ginny were holding the dog and Crookshanks respectively, and the kitten was solemnly entrusted to Gwen by Hermione—Hermione and Ron were in the prefect's compartment.

"Have you had a good summer, Luna?" Ginny asked.

"Yeah," Luna said vaguely, her eyes still fixed on Harry, "Yeah, I had a good time. You're Harry Potter," she added.

"I know that," said Harry.

Neville chuckled.Luna turned her pale eyes to him.

"I do not know who you are."

"I'm a little guy," Neville said quickly.

"No, it's not," said Ginny sharply. "Neville Longbottom—this is Luna Lovegood. Luna's at my level, but in Ravenclaw."

"Extraordinary intelligence is a man's greatest wealth." Luna said in a singing voice.She held up the upside-down magazine to cover her face, and said nothing.Harry and Neville looked at each other with raised eyebrows.Ginny fought back a giggle.The train rattled on, taking them into the open countryside.It was a queer, capricious day indeed.For a while, the car was full of sunshine, and for a while, the sky was gloomy and cloudy.

Gwen hasn't been talking to George lately because she's always been a little uncomfortable.She had dreamed for several days that she and George had many children-she felt that she was not very dignified for the 16-year-old little witch, and she was embarrassed to let George know her fantasy, in case he Don't you have the will to move forward with yourself on the road of life in the future?

Thanks to Ravenclaw, Gwen immediately found a good way to pass the time. "I've seen this magazine," she said to Luna. "Garrick is a regular reader—it talks about several strange magical creatures."

Luna's large eyes peeked out from behind the Quibbler. "Are you Ollivander?" her ethereal voice asked.

Gwen smiled at her, then turned to Harry and said, "Let me tell you, Harry. The Quibbler is worth a lot more than the Daily Prophet, but you have to get a taste of their real irony from the articles." —at least they dare to tell the truth."

Harry didn't quite understand, so he asked Luna to borrow the magazine.

"Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge, when he was elected Minister five years ago, denied that he had any intention of taking over the Gringotts Wizarding Bank. Fudge always insisted that he only wanted to work 'in peace' with our gold keeper. Is that so? Sources in close contact with the Ministry of Magic recently revealed that Fudge's strongest ambition is to control the Goblin's gold reserves, and that he won't hesitate to use force if necessary.' It wouldn't be the first time, either. ',' said a Ministry insider, 'his friends call him Cornelius Fudge the Goblin-Slayer. I wish you could hear what he said when he thought no one was around. Oh, he's always talking about his Those goblins that were killed. Those who were thrown into the water and drowned, those who were thrown from upstairs, those who were poisoned to death, and those who were made into pies and baked??'”

Harry's expression told Gwen that he couldn't understand the content of this magazine at all, so the kind witch decided to give him a word or two.

"The Quibbler is one of the few newspapers that believes You-Know-Who has really returned, and suggests that the Ministry of Magic is covering up the truth."

"My father was a magazine editor." Luna's voice was suddenly less tranceless, and she seemed pleased that someone understood their point of view.

At this moment, Ron and Hermione groped over from the prefect's car, "I'm starving." Ron said as he stuffed the piglet next to Hedwig, grabbed a chocolate frog from Harry's hand, and sat down on it. In the seat next to Harry.He tore off the wrapping paper, bit off the frog's head, then fell back on the chair and closed his eyes, as if the morning had worn him out.

"Well, every fifth year in each house has two prefects," said Hermione, looking particularly unhappy when she sat down, "a boy and a girl." "Guess who's the Slytherin prefect?" said Ron, eyes still closed.

"Malfoy," Harry replied without thinking, trusting that his worst fears would be confirmed. "Yeah," said Ron wretchedly, stuffing the frog's body into his mouth before taking another. "And that utter cow Pansy Parkinson," said Hermione tartly, "how can she be a prefect when she's dumber than a concussed troll??"

"We should be patrolling the aisles once in a while," Ron said to Harry and Neville. "If someone is doing something bad, we can punish them. I want to catch Crabbe and Goyle right away. What's the matter??"

"We're going to agree with you for the first time," said Fred and George. "Give them some color."

"You shouldn't be abusing your position, Ron!" said Hermione sternly.

"I'm going to punish Goyle for writing sentences. It will kill him. He hates writing." Ron said happily.He lowered his voice, imitating Goyle's hoarse voice, and crumpled his face into a ball