94 Diagon Alley

Mrs. Lay raised her tear-stained face in surprise.

"I—just said—"

"You think Bill doesn't want to marry me anymore?" Fleur demanded, "Do you think he won't love me because of these wounds?"

"No, I'm not that—"

"He won't!" Fleur said, straightening her waist and throwing back her long silver hair, "A werewolf can't stop Bill from loving me!"

"Well, yes, I believe that too," said Mrs. Weasley, "but I think maybe—considering he—he—"

"You think I don't want to marry him? Or do you hope I don't want to marry him?" Fleur said, her nose twitching, "Do I just care about his looks? I think I'm pretty alone Enough for both of us! All these scars show that my husband is brave! I'm coming!" she added aggressively, pushing Mrs Weasley away and snatching the ointment from her.

Mrs. Weasley fell on top of her husband, watching Fleur smear Bill heavily with ointment, with an odd look on her face. No one speaks. Harry didn't dare to move. Like everyone else, he was waiting for a volcano to erupt.

"Our Aunt Muriel," said Mrs. Weasley, after a long pause, "has a beautiful tiara—of goblins—and I believe I can persuade her to lend it to you in For weddings, she likes Bill, you know. That tiara would be beautiful in your hair."

"Thank you," Fleur said stiffly, "I'm sure it will be beautiful."

Suddenly, two women hugged each other and cried. Completely confused, Harry turned away, wondering if the world was crazy. Ron looked as surprised as Harry. Ginny and Gwen were also exchanging surprised looks.

"Look!" said an unnatural voice, and Tonks stared at Lupin, "she still wants to marry him, even though he's been bitten! She doesn't care !"

"It's not the same," Lupin said, barely moving his lips, suddenly nervous, "Bill isn't going to be a full werewolf. It's all—"

"But I don't care, I don't care!" Tonks said, grabbing Lupin's robe and shaking it, "I told you a million times..."

The meaning of the Patronus of Tonks and her taupe hair and the fact that she came to Dumbledore after hearing about someone being attacked by Fenrir Greyback, all of this Harry Suddenly understood. It's not Sirius that Tonks loves...

Gwen felt a sore nose and buried her head in the shoulder of George who was sitting in front of the hospital bed. Her soul was shaken too many times today. Snape's betrayal, Dumbledore's death, a potential werewolf Bill and the determined Fleur - sickness or health, she chose to spend her life with him. Finally, there is the love between Tonks and Lupin.

The cruelty and happiness in life always echo.

"I've told you a million times," Lupin said, avoiding Tonks' eyes and staring down at the floor, "I'm too old for you and too poor It's too dangerous..."

"I've been saying, your reason is ridiculous, Remus." Mrs. Weasley patted Fleur on the back and spoke to him from Fleur's shoulder.

"I'm not absurd at all," Lupin said firmly. "Tonks deserves a young and sound man who loves him."

"But she wants you," Mrs. Weasley said, smiling softly. "Besides, Remus, young and able-bodied men can't always stay that way." She was sad Pointing to her son.

"Now...it's not appropriate to discuss this," Lupin said, looking around in a panic, avoiding everyone's eyes, "Dumbledore is dead..."

"If the world had more love, Dumbledore would be happier than anyone." Professor McGonagall said briefly, when the door opened again and Hagrid entered.

The small part of his face where there was no beard and no hair was soaked with tears and swollen, and he was shaking with tears, a speckled bandanna in his hand.

"I've...I've done it, Professor," he choked, "move—move him. Moody and Diggory helped him find someone who could temporarily—sleep— The place...Professor Sprout put the children back to bed. Professor Flitwick was still lying there, but he said it would be fine in a while, and Professor Slughorn said the Ministry had been notified."

"Thank you, Hagrid," Professor McGonagall stood up immediately, turning to look at the people around Bill's bed, "I may have to meet when the Ministry of Magic arrives. See them. Hagrid, please tell the heads of the four Houses—Slughorn can represent Slytherin—that I'm going to meet them in my office right away, and I want you to come too."

Hagrid nodded, turned and walked out of the house slowly. Then Professor McGonagall looked down at Harry.

"Before I see them, I want to have a few words with you, Harry. Could you come over..."

Harry stood up, muttered to his friends, "See you later." He followed Professor McGonagall out of the ward.

The ward fell into deadly silence, except for the occasional sound of Fleur taking medicine and Mrs. Weasley's sniffling from time to time.

Gwen quietly pulled Hermione away, the wise witch's eyes swollen like walnuts.

"I...I know it's not a good time," Gwen asked hesitantly. "Hermione, did you know that when a wizard dies...magic doesn't work?"

Hermione wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and answered Gwen's question seriously, "It's very complicated. Usually, the death of a wizard does make magic invalid."

"And what about the Sorting Hat?" Gwen clenched her hand. "And those portraits—"

"They are items, Gwen." Hermione blinked, and a teardrop streamed uncontrollably, "Enchanted items don't happen when the wizard leaves. Change. But people are different, unless it's magic that's very powerful and ancient... that can survive the death of the caster."

"What if that wizard was powerful?" Gwen pressed.

"I don't think there is a difference," Hermione shook her head, "Harry said to us just now, Dumbledore... oh, forgive me..." Hermione had to stop to stabilize her emotions, " Dumbledore froze him on the Astronomy Tower, and after Snape cast the Death Charm, Harry was suddenly able to move...you see...even Dumbledore..."

"The last question," Gwen insisted on holding on to a silver lining despite the unsatisfactory answer, "Have you heard of any kind of silence— A powerful, ancient spell?"

Hermione didn't understand why Gwen asked that, but she still uttered a series of spells fluently: "Lock the tongue, the tongue-stopping spell, the daring loyalty spell...and many more, but these, As far as I know, it all dissipates with the death of the wizard."

"That's enough," Gwen said with relief, her face suddenly flushed a little, "that's all I want to know, thank you, Hermione."

George walked towards them at this time, Hermione nodded at Gwen, and returned to Ron.

"I'm sorry." Gwen said to George with his head down, "about Bill..."

"Don't be silly, that has nothing to do with you." George squeezed Gwen's finger, "and Lupin said he wouldn't turn into a real werewolf, This is already fortunate. The only regret is his handsome face-" George touched his face with a little apprehension, "Now I am rightfully the most handsome man in the Weasley family."

"You're second at best." Fred also leaned over, "Tell me, there's something you can't say, Gwen."

Gwen then performed a scene of gold thread wrapping his tongue for them, and Fred was erected by disgusting hair.

"Although you can't say it, I think it's Dumbledore's magic." George asked Gwen's eyes. The latter couldn't give him any response, but George didn't know what means he used, as if he had already got the answer.

"There is no magic without flaws," George said triumphantly to his brother, "even if Gwen can't say a word, I can see the truth in her eyes, this thing It must be Dumbledore's sealing spell."

His words reminded Gwen of his last conversation with Dumbledore, which the great old man had told her.

"Then," Fred folded his arms and raised his eyebrows, "Do you think the same as I do, man?"

"I think," said George slowly, "that we still have hope, but out of an abundance of caution, we'd better keep silent like Gwen until he shows up."

"I knew it." Fred was a little excited, "Dumbledore will never be hit by the **** old bat..." Then he closed his mouth too.

The three share a slightly uplifting secret, and they look at each other as exciting and nervous as they were planning a prank.

The excitement did not last long, and Madam Pomfrey drove the students back to the dormitory, allowing only a few Weasleys to stay in the medical wing.

As Harry expected, when he returned from Professor McGonagall's office, the common room was full of people. The common room fell silent as he climbed into the portrait hole. He saw Dean and Seamus sitting in a group of people nearby, which meant that there must be no one, or almost no one in the dorm. Harry didn't speak to anyone, didn't exchange glances with anyone, walked straight across the room and into the door leading to the boys' dormitory.

As he had hoped, Ron was waiting for him, still fully dressed, sitting