94 Diagon Alley

Everything, they never tire, never talk about ordinary things. They are dismissive of the mundane, but their desire to burn, like the mythical giant yellow Roman candle, to explode, to glow blue in the blast like a planetary bashing, is astonishing. "

Gwen understands why he is attracted to George Weasley and why he is so fascinated by him. Some girls like to save bad boys, and she is like a child waiting for surprises in the dark night, obsessively chasing dazzling fireworks.

"Good," Gwen said to himself, "I believe now that little wizards are the most precious hope."

After three days in the school hospital, Gwen reluctantly "recovered", and Professor McGonagall didn't seem to agree with some of her tactics, but the serious dean assured Gwen Umbridge couldn't hurt her any more. The witch, with her tightly combed hair, also regretfully informed Gwen: "As the tablecloth is public property of Hogwarts, we must return it to the elves."

However, Gwen saw a banner on the bulletin board in Gryffindor Tower, the original gold letter was sprinkled with sparkling gold powder, exuding a warm and bright light - "Hogwarts forever Precious and free". Gwen tugged twice and found that the banner had been permanently attached to the old wall of the castle, just like Mrs. Black in Grimmauld Place.

Katie and Ginny warmly welcomed Gwen back to the girls' dormitory, and Angelina also visited her, in passing to remind Gwen that if he is well, Gryffindor and Slytherin Quidditch The finals need her.

The story of Fred and George flying to freedom was retold countless times over the next few days, and Gwen dared to say it would soon become part of the Hogwarts saga . A week later, even the witnesses at the scene were somewhat convinced that they had seen the twins swooping down on Umbridge on their broomsticks, hurling a few large dung bombs at her, and swooping out of the gate. As a direct consequence of their departure, the rhetoric of intending to emulate them has risen. It's common to hear students say things like, "Seriously, sometimes I just want to hop on my broomstick and get out of this shit." Or, "One more class like this and I might have to Be a Weasley."

No one will forget Fred and George anytime soon. First, they didn't say how to eliminate the few swamps that now filled the castle. Filch gritted his teeth in anger, and took on the task of carrying the students across the swamp in a punt to the classroom. Gwen believed that teachers like McGonagall and Flitwick could wipe out the surviving swish-boom fireworks in the swamp and castle in the blink of an eye, but they seemed more than happy to watch Umbridge go to waste.

The second is the two large broomstick-shaped holes in the door of Umbridge's office, which were smashed by Fred and George's swept to meet their master again. Filch fitted her with a new door and moved Harry's Firebolt/Arrow into the basement, rumor has it that Umbridge has placed an armed troll security guard over the Firebolt/Arrow . However, her troubles are far from over.

Inspired by the role models of Fred and George, a large number of students are now competing fiercely for the newly vacant seat of the troublemaker. Despite the new door, someone managed to sneak a sniffle with a long, furry nose into Umbridge's office. It messed up the office at once, looking for shiny things, and jumping on Umbridge, trying to bite off a few rings from her stubby fingers. Dung bombs and stink bombs were thrown down the hallway one after another, and it became the new fashion for the students to chant a head-bubble spell to themselves after class, to ensure they had their own fresh air, but it also made them look weird. It's like turning a goldfish bowl upside down on your head.

Felch was walking around the corridor with a whip in his hand, eager to catch those troublemakers, but the problem is, there are too many of them right now, and he doesn't know which way to turn Find the direction. The Investigative Action Team tries to help him, but something strange happens to their members. Warrington of the Slytherin Quidditch team is said to have been admitted to the school hospital with a horrific skin disease that looked like he was covered in cornflakes. Pansy Parkinson grew horns over the next few days and missed all the lessons.

Now, it's pretty clear how much quick-acting candy Fred and George sold before leaving Hogwarts. No sooner had Umbridge entered his classroom than the students in it all passed out, vomited, developed severe fevers, or spewed nosebleeds from both nostrils. She screamed in exasperation, trying to find the source of these mysterious illnesses, but the students insisted that she had "Umbridge Syndrome," and the original patient Gwen was also proved to be reasonable. After shutting down four classes in a row and still unable to discover their secrets, she conceded defeat and allowed the bleeding, fainting and vomiting students to leave her classroom in droves.

But even those students who use escaping candy are no match for Peeves, the master trickster, who seems to have taken Fred's parting words to heart. With a shrill laugh, he flew across the school, overturned tables, and burst out of the blackboard, toppling statues and vases; on two occasions he locked Mrs Norris in a suit of armor while the furious janitor took it When rescued, it was still screaming loudly. Peeves smashed lanterns, extinguished candles, juggled with burning torches over the heads of screaming students, pushed neatly stacked piles of parchment into the fire or out the window; he also unplugged the bathroom All the taps, soaking the entire third floor, and throwing a pack of tarantulas in the middle of the auditorium at breakfast time. Whenever he wanted to pause, he would spend hours closely behind Umbridge, laughing loudly whenever she spoke.

Except for Filch, no one on the faculty seemed to actively help Umbridge. In fact, a week after Fred and George left, Harry claimed to have seen Professor McGonagall pass by Peeves, who was determined to unscrew a chandelier, and Harry could Swear, he himself heard Professor McGonagall say to the mischievous Peeves from the corner of his mouth: "It should be screwed the other way."

"Alas, I never want to graduate." Gwen said in a dismayed voice after listening to Harry's description, and then quietly advertised to the students around him, "Look at the new products in the Weasley Joke Store. , they imported stealth smoke/fog/bombs from Peru - neither the fluorescent flicker nor the blazing flame can penetrate."

"Can we use it on the court?" Ron nibbled at the drumstick with a scowl.

"First of all, it's a foul. Also, Ronald, has your little brain thought that Gryffindor players will also be disturbed?" Hermione took a deep breath, Said to Ron patiently.

"I mean, I can't be any worse, can I?" Ron said solemnly to Harry and Hermione. "There's nothing to lose now, right?"

"Don't worry, Ron." Gwen tapped Ron's shoulder with a trembling hand. "I promise you, this is the first and last time I've played Quidditch—maybe Malfoy would like to write me a song." Then she was almost dragged off the field by Katie and Ginny.

"You know," she said after a while, as Hermione and Harry walked to the court with the excited crowd, "I don't think Fred and George are around, Ron maybe Could be nicer. The two of them never encouraged him much."

Luna Lovegood walked in front of them, crouched above her head with a live lion cub. It's actually a Crookshanks kitty with a mighty curl around his neck. She calmly walked past a group of giggling and pointing Slytherins, "Hi Harry, Hermione. I'm sorry Cho lost the last game, I had a majestic eagle. "

Harry didn't forget this, but he just grunted.

They found their seats at the top of the stand. It was a cloudless day, Ron couldn't find better weather than this, and Harry found himself holding out a glimmer of hope that Ron wouldn't give the Slytherins another chance to sing enthusiastically in unison "Weasley is our king".

Lee Jordan is still the commentator, and he's been downcast since Fred and George left. He called out the players' names as the two teams scurried onto the field, but not as much as he used to be.

Gwen was so nervous that she could hardly breathe, especially her uniform was a little tight, Katie had to squeeze Gwen's neck over and over to persuade her to relax. After Mrs. Hooch's whistle, all the team members stepped on the ground and flew into the sky.

"They took off!" Lee said, "Eck got the Quaffle right away, he replaced the sick Monta as Chaser - heard that the big guy had a brain injury, he flashed Johnson, he dodges Bale, he dodges Spinnet, he goes straight for goal! He's going to shoot—and—then—" Lee scolded loudly, "and he scored. "

Gwen whimpered on the broom, and as expected, the Slytherins from the other side of the stand began to chant: "That little idiot Weasley, he can't take a ball. block…"

But her attention is quickly drawn to the rampaging Bludgers on the court, and the troll-like Crabbe and Goyle are trying to attack Ginny. Malfoy with blond hair on the other side flies up to view