94 hp Diagon Alley

One question, did Fred and George feed you their new invention? "

Gwen shut her mouth tightly.Hermione shrugged and left, but before she left, Hermione gave them one last hard look, shoved Fred's clipboard and the paper bag of flower candies into his arms, and strode back In front of her chair by the fire.

Gwen returned to George with drooping shoulders, and she said seriously to the twins, "I have an idea, not to discuss, but to inform you."

Fred looked impatient, and George panicked.

"You can continue to experiment without the sight of our new prefect." Gwen said, "The premise is that you give the students something to eat first, let me try it first."

Fred cheered, George gritted his teeth and stared at Gwen, as if he hated a fool who got goodwill but didn't know what to do.

Gwen bravely raised her chin to meet his gaze, and suddenly smiled after a while.

"George, amazing discovery, the way you look at me is exactly the way Professor Snape looks at Harry."

But the twins' experiments were soon interrupted by Quidditch training.Fred's girlfriend, Angelina, was the undisputed new captain of Gryffindor, and in support of her, Fred became the most active player on the team.

One day, Gwen heard a rain-soaked Harry say to Ron, "I think we'd better go to Puddlemere United to check if Oliver Wood passed away during training because his soul seems to be Attached to Angelina."

No wonder, Gwen thought, Katie had been sending Wood more and more letters lately.And Fred often has doubts about his love.

After thinking and thinking, Gwen patted Fred on the shoulder while writing his Transfiguration paper at night, "Don't worry, buddy. Wood is doing well at Puddlemere United, and Katie said he has become an official goalkeeper. .”

Fred had no idea what she was talking about.

Gwen felt that there must be some mysterious gene in the Weasley family, the whole family was on the Quidditch team - now even Ron had been selected as a keeper.As a witch who doesn't know much about wizards' favorite sport, Gwen can't help admiring this string of red-headed athletes.Including Ginny, because Katie said Ginny was most likely a gifted Chaser.

So tonight, except for Harry who was still being locked up by Umbridge, everyone else was congratulating Ron.By the time Harry came back late, most of the people had gone back to bed, except for Fred and George, who were still picking up empty Butterbeer bottles at Lee Jordan, and Ron and Hermione seemed to be waiting for Harry.

Gwen saw Ron grab Harry's arm and pull the back of Harry's hand up to his eyes.He stared blankly for a moment, then released Harry with a look of nausea.

"I remember you saying she just punished you for writing sentences?"

Harry hesitated, then said a few words to Ron.

"That old hag!" Ron whispered in disgust. "She's not normal! Go talk to McGonagall about it!"

Gwen also felt that something was wrong and rushed directly to them. "What's wrong?"

Harry continued to hide his arm, as if Gwen wouldn't notice that way.Ron also blushed and hesitated, he didn't know whether he should tell Gwen.

However, the girl in front of them was Gryffindor's female classmate after all. Gwen pulled up Harry's sleeves, and then saw a bunch of red scars, and a line of words was deeply embedded in the skin.

I can't lie.

She grimaced in disbelief, then cast a few simple spells that would heal the wound - nothing worked.

"Who did this? Umbridge? This is your detention?" Gwen replied with a trembling voice. She couldn't believe that the Ministry of Magic official who looked like a human being would do this to a child. thing.

Harry jerked his hand back, and described in detail what had happened to him during the past few days in Umbridge's office.

Ron still felt disgusted after hearing it the second time. "Parents will be pissed—"

"Obviously," said Harry sullenly, "I don't have parents."

"But you've got Sirius," said Gwen angrily. "Just think, Harry, if he'd known about it, he'd have skinned that old boar alive!"

Gwen couldn't help looking into Scar's eyes again and again, and said: "This is not a normal punishment, I don't know if it violates the school rules. She is hurting you, Harry. Not only did she leave you a wound, but she also hurt you." Shame on you—I can't tell a lie? Merlin knows who is the one who tells a lot of lies?" Gwen was gasping for breath.

Hermione, who had been watching them, came over at this moment, and she saw the back of Harry's hand at a glance, and let out a scream.Then tearfully tried one spell after another.

"Don't worry about it, Hermione." Harry shook his hand, "Gwen has already tried, and it didn't work."

Gwen looked at Hermione, "We can only count on you, Hermione. I hope you can memorize all the school rules—"

"You should have told Dumbledore!" Hermione cried. "This is black magic!"

"No." Harry said flatly. "He has too many things to think about," Harry said, but that wasn't the real reason.He didn't want to ask Dumbledore for help, because Dumbledore hadn't spoken to him once since June.

"Then you have to tell Sirius!" Gwen said, "or we can tell him for you." After she finished speaking, her face became hot, and she looked at Hermione quietly.Just a few days ago, she thought it was so insidious to tell the parents about it...

"Well, I can write to him." Harry took a step back.

"Harry, you can't talk about things like that in your letters!" said Hermione, looking alarmed. "You don't remember, Moody told us to be careful when writing letters! We can't guarantee that owls won't be cut off again." Walk!"

"Okay, okay, I'll think of another way." He dragged his tired feet towards the stairs of the boys' dormitory.

Fred and George had given up their childish and pleasant boyish games, and they waited for Gwen to come back and asked what had happened.

Gwen didn't hide that, in fact, Harry had only to grab a knife from the Gryffindor table and half the class would know what was going on.

"Guess what I thought?" Gwen said to the twins. "Last year I had OWLs, so I wasted a lot of time. This year I have to work on some useful gizmos."

The twins looked at each other nervously for a moment, "Like?"

"For example, a communicator that is convenient for conveying information?" Gwen said, holding her cheek, "Fred, don't hide it, and give me some stretchy ears to play with."

The hand in Fred's arms tightened suddenly, and in his brother's good-natured smile, he handed over two retractable ears.

A day or two later, Gwen hissed in pain when she was bumped into the shoulder by a furious Harry in the hallway.

"Sorry, Gwen." Harry looked back.

"What's going on, Harry?" Gwen also looked at the corridor behind him, but there was no one there.

"Oh," Harry said to Gwen, "Hermione checked the school regulations for several days and couldn't find a clause that would perfectly move to Umbridge. So I just sent a letter to Sirius." He briefly described After listening to the content of the letter, Gwen felt that it was perfect.

"Dear Cold:

Hope you are doing well, the first week back here has been terrible, I'm so glad it's finally the weekend.

We have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Umbridge.She's almost as good as your mother.I am writing to you today because what I wrote to you about last summer happened again last night, while I was in detention at Umbridge.

We all miss our oldest friend and hope he will be back soon.

Please reply as soon as possible.

Good luck. "

"Then what are you hiding?" Gwen didn't understand.

Harry scratched his terrible hair, "Filch got the news from somewhere - that I want to order dung eggs. He insisted on me handing over the letter, and Ginny happened to be at the owl shed, she helped me I lied and told Filch that I had finished posting the letter. We were going to post it after he had left, but Filch came back and caught us right away."

Gwen twitched after hearing this, "Where is Ginny now?"

Harry looked back worriedly again, "She said I would never be sent to confinement again, so she tried something to hold Filch back. I think she's coming soon."

Before the words were finished, Ginny trotted over amidst the noise of chickens flying and dogs jumping, and Gwen quickly pulled them into the nearest secret passage.

Out of breath, Ginny smiled at Gwen, showing her white teeth, "Decoy bombs and screaming balls, Fred and George's new products, it looks like—" She stuck her head out to look into the smoky Corridor, "—not too mature yet."

Gwen wanted to cry, "Who the hell told Filch that you wanted to order the big shit?"

"The question is not who told him, but that he wants to read Harry's letter." Ginny put away her smile. "Look, the Death Eaters and the Ministry of Magic are watching you, Harry."

Harry gave a smile that was uglier than crying.

Gwen looked left at Harry and right at Ginny, and a not-so-bad idea came to her mind.

"I'll go out first to see where Filch is. If you don't hear my signal, you can go back to the lounge in 10 minutes." She waved them goodbye.

After Gwen left the secret passage, Harry felt that the collar of his shirt was a little too tight.

"It's kind of stuffy, isn't it?" Harry rubbed his nose.

Ginny lowered her eyes, "Yeah