94 Diagon Alley

hp 94 Diagon Alley

Author: Pineapple West

A heroine dedicated to creating great wands and magic props;

A heroine who is committed to 100% (?) to avoid mischief and bad luck;

Meet George Weasley, a resourceful(?) daring and careful prankster for twenty years.

Miss Wand

One evening in July 1990.

One Diagon Alley, a small and run-down shop. The gold lettering on the door had been peeled off, the glass facing the street was covered in a thick layer of ash, like the perpetual fog of London, and a wand could be seen looming over the faded purple cushions in the window.

A taupe owl flapped its wings and flew into the store. The store is small, with thousands of long, narrow cartons piled from floor to ceiling in a dangerous state of impending collapse. The owl flew a few times around the cramped house and couldn't even find a place to rest. A small head emerged from under an almost old cracked counter, sharpening wood with a small silver dagger. The owl let out a shriek of disapproval, dropped a letter and fled the hut.

"Gwen," said a soft voice from upstairs, "I think you should open the letter and read it. Maybe good news."

The girl got up and patted the sawdust on her body, and slowly picked up the yellow envelope with her name written on it. On it was written in emerald green ink: Diagon Alley, Ollivander's Wand Shop, Under the Counter , by Gwendelyn Ollivander.

"You know, Garrick," Gwen smiled cheerfully, "I've always wondered how Hogwarts knew where I was, and they always seemed to deliver the letter accurately. Come."

An old man walked up to her, waved his wand and lit the lamp. "Boy, I don't think they don't even need magic. You hid under the counter almost every day cutting wood." His silver cloudy eyes blinked. "It's an Ollivander. But if you want to be tall The beautiful girl, you better come out now."

"So, can I finally have my own wand?" The girl quickly climbed the ladder and reached out to the top cardboard box, "I wanted to try this acacia wood and The wand of the dragon's heart, this wacky wood..."

"Okay, Gwen, I don't think you need acacia to prove your talent. And that's obviously not for you." The old man pulled the girl off the ladder.

"Then I can make a wand myself, and on the Wednesday before the last full moon, I found a good stick..."

"No no, boy, I have prepared a wand for you, just waiting for today. Now, follow me honestly."

Gwen obediently stood at attention immediately, followed the old man step by step, sideways through two rows of cabinets, and approached a small dark room. While still muttering, "Other little wizards can try wands, but I don't even have a chance to choose."

"Remember, it's not the wizard who chooses the wand..."

"...is the wand that chooses the wizard." The little girl raised her hands in surrender.

The old man turned around, wiped his messy silver hair nervously, poked left and right from a magic cabinet, opened a slender drawer, and carefully held a half-old Not new carton.

"Try it, Gwen."

The girl also took the wand excitedly, feeling a tingling current from her fingers to the tips of her hair, frying her black curly hair like a cloud. She waved her wand lightly, and the small dark room she had written just now suddenly lit up with a warm yellow shimmer. A few sparks emerged from the wand head, and golden and silver light spots circulated on the wall.

Mr. Ollivander laughed and exclaimed, "Great, Gwen, great!" and rubbed his eyes with his rough fingers, "You know, this is It's the twigs I got the day you were born, twelve and a quarter inches, walnut, unicorn tail hair, hard and springy. I think we've got a Chinese and determined innovator and inventor of magic."

"I was expecting a more special..."

Throw it out of your mind.

Gwen giggled twice, "I know, Grandpa. I love it."

Although Gwen, who grew up in Ollivander's wand shop, had to go through the Hogwarts school sweep of Diagon Alley every summer, this year she was one of them, and her mood was subtly different. Throughout August, she drew the calendar on a piece of parchment. On the 1st to buy textbooks, on the 5th to make a robe, on the 10th to buy a cauldron from Pattage, on the 15th remember to ask Garrick to send her a pet, on the 20th to visit the Transforming Ink Stationery Store, and on the 25th for bouncing and frolic Magic joke shop, she has to figure out a way to bring some funny products to school under the nose of the old gentleman.

On September 1st, after hugging Mr. Ollivander and saying that he would go back to Diagon Alley to spend Christmas with him, the little witch Gwen rushed into Nine Four three-thirds of the station.

Before the steaming Hogwarts Express, Gwen sweated over whether he had bought too much last month. When he was about to bite the bullet and carry his luggage, two thin, tall red heads appeared on the left and right.

"Look, this must be a freshman!"

"Seriously, kid, when you get to Hogwarts, you'll find that you don't need that much luggage."

"You just have to be careful not to get crushed by the trolls..."

"Or don't fall into the Black Lake." The two of them sang together, helped put the suitcase on the pedal, and pushed it into the corner of the compartment.

"Thank you, gentlemen." Gwen thanked the two gentlemen sincerely. "If you're not busy, I think I can get you some hissing bees from my bag."

"Of course..." "Little sister..." "To serve you with all my heart." One redhead opened the compartment door, the other pushed her inside. At that moment, Gwen had two thoughts: one, the two of them were obviously not seduced by hissing bees, but two cats who found toys; two, her temples seemed to be electrified, and suddenly a A hunch that this place should not stay for a long time.

If Gwen knew whether she was blessed or cursed, she might have a plain and beautiful campus life.

"My name is Gwendline, please call me Gwen, my name is too long." The little girl straightened her shoulder-length black hair and introduced herself while taking out candy from her bag .

"We're Fred and George Weasley." "It's second year in Gryffindor." The boy on the left opened the sugar bowl, and the eye-catching hand on the right quickly grabbed two buzzers Buzzing away bees.

"Cool." Gwen's eyes lit up, not sure if he was boasting about Gryffindor, or the boy's neat movements.

"Our whole family is Gryffindor." "Hey bro, don't say that, we don't know if little brother Ron is going to Hufflepuff..." "...or worse, like He didn't hear from Hogwarts."

"Wow, the Weasleys still have unschooled children." Gwen giggled at the thought of a litter of weasels.

"There's even two." The twins tapped wands on the struggling hissing bees, then dropped the wilted candy in their mouths.

Gwen stared at their wands for a while, "I see, I think you must be very mischievous." She said to herself, as if she were out of the world. "What an interesting, peculiar and mischievous dogwood; they have a playful nature and can perform dazzling magic. This pair of wands, which look different colors, was actually cut from the same dogwood tree one night. ' She rolled her eyes, as if recalling some important information. "Yeah, the light one looks like a shotgun, and Garrick was obsessed with Muggle movies at the time, and it belonged to George Weasley. The dark one looks like a pine cone, and I'm guessing a squirrel was eating the dogwood that night. , this one belongs to Fred Weasley."

The twins looked at each other: "Remind us to hide the wand next time you prank, Miss Wand."

"Happy, mischievous gentlemen." Gwen looked at the two identical people across from him, and indeed, the two guys who put away the wand didn't seem to have any difference in the freckles on their faces.

"Mysterious, Garrick is right, every wand is unique. Even twins who are so similar have two different wands."

"Of course, Miss Ollivander." Fred seemed to be aware of the little witch's identity, "although Mom did think about buying us a wand."

George next door hugged his brother, "But as soon as we leaked the idea of ​​going to school alone to cover each other, Mrs Weasley had to buy us two. "

"This is really..." "What a shame!" The twins laughed.

They shared lunch for the rest of the trip, and Gwen was intrigued by the Weasleys' sandwich, even if it didn't look pretty. The twins also gave her generously, and Gwen embarrassedly took out the lunch packaged from the Axe Bar. "I live with Garrick and he's not very good at living magic, so we always eat out."

"Cool!""Maybe we can go to Ollivander to work, you know I'm not saying that mom's food is bad...""We just need some freshness."

After dinner, Fred and George told Gwen some Hogwarts campus rumors. For example, Slytherin's dormitory is underground, so the students have rheumatism; Ravenclaw students are out of stock because of their love of learning and sleeplessness; Hufflepuffs because of the constant supper next to the kitchen, ghosts see Badger House students Get up early in the morning