94 Diagon Alley

Conjecture - he might ban the sale of wands to half-blood or hemp wizards so everyone can't use magic. said George solemnly. "What will you do then?" "

"When the time comes, my boyfriend who hates oppression and resists will tell me some special channels." Gwenguang imagined that he felt a little cold, "If there is such a day, we should almost Got into a fight with them."

George blew the hair that covered his eyes, "I hope You-Know-Who isn't so boring. I think he might be because of the last Triwizard Tournament and Harry's wand - you remember Harry saying Have you been?"

"Oh," Gwen covered her face in frustration, "Damn twin core." In Gwen's opinion, this was originally a final weapon that Harry would not lose to Voldemort, probably The Dark Lord thought so too, so he chose a wand expert to help him with that hurdle.

That night, Tonks reappeared at Ollivander's front door and chased away George, who was trying to stay overnight.

"Boy, I live here at night." Tonks' gray hair startled George, "Please tell Molly, I can't go to the Burrow recently. Guest." She turned to Gwen again, "Don't worry, Mad-Eye will be patrolling the neighborhood."

"I thought Lupin—" Gwen was a little puzzled, but she really didn't want to sleep alone in an empty wand shop.

"He hasn't come back, but the other 'guardian' has come back." Tonks said cryptically. "Dumbledore wants us to observe Diagon Alley for a week. If there are any hidden dangers, I'm afraid Ollivander will have to temporarily close."

At night, Tonks insisted on putting a camp bed in Gwen's bedroom, and she seemed used to living in such a humble place. Gwen wanted to put all the quilts in the house on her, lest the springs slap her bones.

"You take me for the Princess and the Pea in the Muggle fairy tale." Tonks said, touching the thick mattress.

It was late at night, and Gwen lay in bed looking at the old ceiling on which she drew several astrological charts from her astronomy class. There is a dark constellation in the middle south of the southern constellation Grus and north of the constellation Cuckoo. Garrick painted it for Gwen as he passed by one day, "You forgot the phoenix, Gwen. They regenerate from the ashes of their own cremation. In the southern hemisphere, every spring night, people can see this phoenix. The king of birds leads the cuckoo, the peacock, the swallow and the crane to fly in the night sky."

Gwen blinked, rolled over and said, "Tonks, can I join the Order of the Phoenix when I'm an adult?"

Tonks didn't know what she was thinking, and she didn't sleep. "I think so, Gwen. Fred and George plan to do the same, but Molly doesn't seem to allow..."

"I'll be an adult in a month," Gwen said. "I don't think a guardian can stop me at that time."

It took Tonxton a moment to recover, "But you were still in school, Gwen."

"Yeah," said Gwen sullenly, pulling the quilt over his head, "Voldemort doesn't care if we're students or not. I can ask them to give me something I can do at Hogwarts. Task."

Tonks stopped talking, she certainly did not believe that the Phoenix Society put an ungraduated student in danger.

Gwen was still tossing and turning in the quilt. She felt that too much had happened this year. Last summer Voldemort returned, and in the fall they had a professor even scarier than the Death Eaters. Her boyfriend dropped out of Hogwarts this year, and then she and her friends battled Voldemort's lackeys at the Ministry of Magic, and Harry somehow lost his godfather. Now that Garrick has been kidnapped, he is too old to eat or live well, and could be tortured by the Unforgivable Curse at any time. And her only hope was in that old Malfoy, who slipped like a loach. Gwen knew without a second thought that if the old Malfoys were threatened by Voldemort, Garrick would be the first person he gave up.

If these are the pains that must be experienced growing up, Gwen hopes to stay in the fifth grade forever.

But like she told George, she didn't have time to be sad. Ollivanders may seem like a small wand shop, but in some ways, they're also a big part of the wizarding world. Once the wizards see that even Ollivander's wand shop is under the control of You-Know-Who, how can they expect the residents to fight it with hope? If Hogwarts is the reassurance of the wizarding world, and the colorful joke shops in the bleak Diagon Alley are a dose of heartbeat, then Ollivander before school is the best timely rain for young wizards.

No matter how insecure Gwen is about her wand learning, it turns out that when pushed into position, she has to do her best to be Ollivander's boss.

It took almost a day for Diagon Alley to spread the news of Ollivander's disappearance, so much so that Gwen received condolences from her neighbors for days in a row. Until Florin also disappeared across the street, and the windows of the ice cream shop were boarded up. Most of the shops in Diagon Alley closed one by one.

"Florin is such a good man." Gwen had just sent off a customer, perhaps because she was not skilled in business, every little customer had to try at least ten wands in the store to be accepted. The most suitable choice. She complained to George, who was leaning against the door, "I'm so bad, if it's Garrick, five wands at most, he'll find out what suits the guest. I even misremembered the lady's wand core just now—"

"Parents are thankful to see Ollivander still opening the door." George pulled a squashed loaf from his arms, "Also, I agree, Florin is such a good man. "

Gwen waved him in, it was noon with no other customers. She closed the door tightly and put up a temporary rest sign. "You don't need to come here every day, George. I can see how thriving your business is, and Fred will be mad at you."

"It was he who persuaded me to stay with you." George helped put away the wands he just took out. "He is also very worried about you."

Gwen smiled reassuringly, thinking of Florin's disappearance again. "I really don't understand, Death Eaters are interested in ice cream too?"

George shrugged and poured a little milk into Gwen's tea, "We went home for dinner yesterday and Bill said Florin probably knew something that shouldn't have been a secret—alas, That Hibiscus is also at home."

"Florin has no interest in anything other than researching the quirky flavors of ice cream—except for goofy adventures and unsolved mysteries." Gwen cut the apple in half and stuffed it into George's hand." When I was a kid, I always listened to him tell stories to the little wizards in his shop, the fountain of good luck, the Philosopher's Stone, and all kinds of treasures."

George and Gwen looked at each other and thought each other's thoughts were ridiculous. Simply leave it behind and talk about Harry and Sirius through the protective magic set up by Dumbledore.

"Ron said two Mondays, Dumbledore picked up Harry from Little Whinging."

"In person?" Gwen was a little surprised, "I thought it was the same as last time—"

"In person, and frightened the Muggles." George smiled gleefully. "Ron said Dumbledore asked Harry to help persuade a retired old teacher to come back to work. The man was Horace Slughorn."

"Hope he's a little more real than Lockhart and Umbridge." Gwen forked an apple, "Can you believe it? Something to learn from Lupin, Crouch and Harry. But why is Fleur at your house?"

"She and Bill are deep in love that pleases each other and disgusts others." George seemed to choke. "They're engaged." After that, he stared at Gwen. .

"It's fast enough. No wonder Molly gave up trying to persuade Tonks to be a guest." Gwen was unaware.

"You should listen to your mother's comments, 'It's all because of the mysterious man's return, everyone is in a panic, and there is a sense of precariousness, so things that should have taken time to think about are all in a hurry. I made a decision when I was busy. That was the last time You-Know-Who was in power, people eloped everywhere—', in fact she eloped with her father,' but your father and I are a natural pair, so what else do you need to wait for? ?'" George took the offensive further.

"Then the sticky phlegm that Ginny said in the telescopic ear that day..." Gwen thought this gossip was very interesting.

"It's her." George looked back regretfully, "Ginny doesn't like her very much—no one in the family likes her now."

"Probably because she's French." Gwen imagined a table of beautiful witches with red hair mixed with long silver hair, asking Bill to help her in English with a **** French accent Hand a fish soup, and kiss every Weasley on the cheek, and probably every Englishman will be annoyed.

"Stop being rude, Gwen. If you spend a few days with her, you won't be able to stand it..."

"Why should I get along with her?" Gwen retorted subconsciously.

George seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand, and his face turned red. He let out a long sigh, "Even Hermione lives in the Burrow."

"That's nice," Gwen said politely. "It looks like they'll be shopping for school supplies in a few days, maybe with Harry?"

George stood up abruptly and knocked off the books of the wand shop, his neck turning red, "You know what, Gwen, I'd better go now, or I might get angry Say something that hurts you."

Then he ran back to Weasley's Witchcraft and Wizardry angrily. dinner