94 Diagon Alley

None. "Gwen looked tangled, "That's what I'm most angry about, nothing!" "

"Are you sure?" No one but Harry was so surprised, so the boy with glasses had to ask himself, "He might be hiding—"

"First, I almost rubbed his arm red," said Gwen annoyed, "Second, I don't think You-Know-Who will allow his minions to hide their identities. So although I'm angry , and hates Malfoy, but he's - at least now - not a Death Eater."

Speaking of this, Gwen remembered Snape's warning that he asked himself to forget everything that happened that day, so Gwen must keep his mouth tightly shut from now on and hide the conversation with him. Since Harry also overheard most of the Slytherin conversations, the discussion just now was not his responsibility. And as long as the fake wand's secret was never leaked, Malfoy's identity was the only information Gwen could share with his friends.

"I think we can reach a consensus that Malfoy must be up to something," Gwen concluded hastily.

"And Snape knew it," said Ron.

The secret meeting was interrupted by the presence of Sirius before the children could continue arguing about Snape's suspicions. He was holding a goblin's neck between **** in disgust, complaining to Harry that he had just been bitten on the ankle by it.

"Did you knock it out, Sirius?" Harry asked, taking the unconscious ugly thing.

"Stunning Charm, of course," Sirius looked at him reproachfully, as if he had asked what a rude question, "every student should be proficient at using it before going to Hogwarts. Stun spell."

Other people in the room stared at the ceiling silently, not wanting to talk to the genius boy Blake. As Fred and Sirius discuss how to entertain the unwelcome "guest", George and Ron begin to question Gwen.

"Tell me," Ron closed his eyes and began to imagine, "how did you catch Malfoy?"

Gwen patted George on the shoulder, "The perfume bottle from the Weasley Joke Store, plus the powerful calming potion stolen from the Medical Wing." She gestured dancingly, "I just sprayed Twice and he fainted."

"Then how did you punish him? To avenge Katie." George knew Gwen well enough to know the bad thoughts in her head.

"A nightmare spell, ancient, but very effective." Gwen hesitated a little, describing Malfoy's performance, including his pale face, twitching body and inside out Scary dreams.

Ron put his hand on his stomach contentedly, as if he had just had a big meal and was thinking about it with his eyes closed.

George looked worriedly at Gwen, then whispered, "You pity him?"

Gwen shook her head quickly, but realized that she could not disguise herself in front of George, so the two of them left the Burrow tacitly and walked towards the garden.

The cold wind in the evening made Gwen wake up suddenly, and George picked up his scarf from the door and wrapped it around her.

"I don't like Malfoy at all," Gwen said. "He bullies the students, speaks ill of the Weasleys, and only finds Daddy when something goes wrong. friends."

George took her hand and listened silently.

"But I made him dream about the worst thing," Gwen stammered, "that's him yelling don't hurt them. You see, George, even the most annoying guy There are people to protect."

"Do you think Malfoy is afraid of the mysterious man hurting his family?" George was a little surprised. In his opinion, Malfoy should be an ungrateful bad boy who enjoys the care of his parents and is ungrateful; Like Dad, he worshipped Voldemort's power and pure blood from the bottom of his heart.

"I think so," Gwen said, "It's not exactly good magic, to be honest, and I'm not very proficient at old spells. So that night I dreamed of his Frightened, You-Know-Who killed his parents in front of him."

George stopped, hugged Gwen tightly for a while, and then said slowly in her ear, "Did he remind you of Garrick? Gwen."

"He made me think a lot." Gwen said sullenly, buried in George's arms, "I admit for a moment that he was just like me, worried about his family. . If Garrick's life is threatened, am I going to do anything to save him? Even if I need to do something I don't want to do..."

"We'll do everything we can to save him," George stroked the back of Gwen's head, "us. But we also know that some things must never be done, at least you won't do it to save Garrick Hurting other innocent people. It's a different choice for you and him."

"But you'd be hard-pressed to say he's completely wrong." Gwen sighed, "That's what confuses me. I thought Malfoy was going to be the exact opposite of us, and it turned out Find out he loves his family as much as Weasley. I'm dizzy, George."

George took Gwen's face in his hands and kissed her gently. "What a complex animal wizards are. We can always find similarities in others, but we can never fully understand them."

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"You're right." Gwen looked into George's sparkling eyes, "I'll never be true friends with Malfoy, but until he's completely bad, according to Deng According to Bridore, he is still a pure soul."

"And my advice, ma'am," said George, putting his arm around her shoulder. "Don't mind that brat, Harry said he'd tell Dumbledore anyway. Take it easy. Last school year, hey, Fred and I want to open a branch in Hogsmeade. Don't tell anyone, it's a surprise."

"I didn't know your business was so prosperous." Gwen was horrified, "Hogsmeade stores aren't cheap either."

"We want to buy Joko's storefront." George said happily, "He doesn't dare to open a store now. Then the students can have some fun during school."

Gwen shook his head, "I know of at least eight girls this year who are going to use your products to give Harry a love potion."

George looked even happier, "Yeah, Wonder Witch is our very profitable franchise." Then he touched Gwen's cold fingers and said go back. "Because at dinner we two—"

"What are we going to do?" Gwen raised his head sharply, almost knocking George's chin.

"We both have to tell everyone the good news." He ran his fingernails across Gwen's ring finger, which was wearing a sparkling engagement ring.

The Weasleys sat with their guests in the living room, and Ginny had decorated the room so colorfully with flowers that it was as if a paper flower had exploded. Only Sirius, Fred, Harry and Ron know that the little angel on top of the Christmas tree is actually a garden goblin. It was the one who had been stunned by Sirius, painted gold, tucked into a little tutu, with a pair of tiny wings glued to its back, and glared at them from the top of the tree. It was the ugliest angel Gwen had ever seen, with a bald head like a potato and hairy feet.

They all had to listen to Mrs. Weasley's favorite singer Cedina Warbeck's Christmas radio, her singing melodiously streaming from the big wooden radio. Fleur seemed to find Cedina very boring, talking loudly in the corner, and Mrs. Weasley frowned and kept using her wand to adjust the volume at the beginning, making Cedina sing louder and louder. Under the cover of a particularly jazzy tune, "A Pot of Hot Love," Fred, George, Gwen and Ginny play crackling cards. Ron's eyes kept stealing glances at Bill and Fleur, as if trying to learn some tricks. Lupin, looking particularly haggard, sat by the fireplace, staring into the depths of the fire, as if he could not hear Cedina.

【Oh, come and stir my soup.

If you do it properly, I will make a fiery love and accompany you warmly tonight. 】

"We danced to this music when we were eighteen!" Mrs. Weasley wiped her eyes with the yarn in her hand. "Do you remember, Arthur?"

"Huh?" said Mr. Weasley, dozing off while peeling the tangerine, "Oh yeah...what a tune..."

He tried to sit up a little, turning his head to look at Harry sitting next to him. The two began to talk in low voices.

Cedina has started singing "You Hooked My Heart With Your Magic". At this time Lupin, with his back to the fire, joined them in their conversation.

[…Now that you have torn it apart please give me back my heart! 】

Cetina ended her singing with a long high note, loud applause came from the radio, and Mrs. Weasley clapped excitedly.

"It's over?" Fleur exclaimed, "Thank goodness, it sounds ugly—"

"How about a drink?" Mr. Weasley jumped up and asked, "Who wants eggnog?"

Everyone next, including Fleur, had eggnog handed out by Mr. Weasley. Gwen had just blown up a pile of cards and stopped playing, pretending to be interested in studying the magic radio, when George didn't know what to see on the Weasleys clock, and suddenly stood up and pulled Gwen away. . In her ear, she said, "I have to hurry up, otherwise today's good show will be staged by someone else."

The tall red-haired wizard tapped the wine glass with a small spoon and cleared his throat, "Family, friends, and not even family or friends... People, I have a problem. announced."

Everyone in the living room looked at him and Gwen.

Gwen thought that George would use rhetoric and long pages like Dumbledore, but he just put it down