94 Diagon Alley

What—" Gwen asked, gasping for breath, pointing at "Harry" who had regained consciousness.

"Meat pie." The boy answered in a hoarse voice, then pointed his wand at Gwen: "The Triwizard Tournament, who did Harry save?"

Gwen was stunned for a moment, thinking that this is also a problem of the connector password? "Uh... Ron, Fleur's little sister." She answered honestly to the hostage in the second game.

"And me, I'm Cedric." Fake Harry put down his wand, nodded at Gwen, and immediately checked Mad-Eye's injuries.

No wonder, Gwen now understands. He rides his broom well enough, and the way he swooped at Mad-Eye was exactly the same as the signature Hufflepuff Quidditch tactic. Fortunately, it was him, Diggory was much more reliable than Mundungus.

"Don't look here," Gwen's heart was still pounding, "Go to the wand shop first." Moody's back to safety.

"You arrived a little late," Gwen looked at the broken can in his pocket, "missed the door key."

"We were surrounded by Death Eaters as soon as we set off." Cedric said, taking off his glasses, "They seem to have known we were going to move Harry tonight."

Gwen looked worriedly at the silver-glowing protective layer in the sky, "If the mysterious man decides to destroy the magic of the Order of the Phoenix, we only have ten minutes at most."

"He's not coming," Cedric washed Moody's wound with simple magic, "the bad news is, they may have found the real Harry, we have to hurry to headquarters , and then find a way to help them. The safe house in Diagon Alley has been seen, and you have to go with us."

"I have a spare door key," Gwen rummaged through the ashes of the antique fireplace with a hook-end pluck to find Mrs. Weasley secretly Broken porcelain pieces for her, carefully placed on the counter. Then he dug out a bottle of Bai Xian from the bag and threw it to Cedric. "The barely usable white fresh essence, there are no other potions here. There are still two minutes before the second batch of door keys can be opened."

Cedric said nothing, poured the whole bottle of essence into Moody's chest, and a hole was blown out. Gwen turned her head sideways and didn't dare to look, her temple twitched and throbbed again, which made her unable to calm down - how was her George?

"We can go." Two minutes was a very long time, and as soon as the door key was opened, Gwen strode to the bench, lifted the limp Moody, and the three put their hands on On the small tile, back outside the courtyard of the Burrow.

Through the bright yellow light of the window, Gwen saw that a few people were already standing in the room.

Kingsley and Lupin went out to meet them, both wands pointed at the newly restored Cedric.

"The last words Albus Dumbledore said to us?"

"'Harry is our most precious hope. Trust him,'" Cedric said.

Kingsley turned his wand on Gwen again, and Lupin asked, "What's my name on the map?"

"Moon face." Gwen said quickly, "Looking at Merlin, Mad-Eye is dying—"

"Give him to us." Lupin took Moody from her and answered Cedric's test fluently.

"In fact, there was no need to check me at all," Cedric said, "compare I was suddenly assigned this task an hour ago."

"Okay, okay!" Kingsley said as he tucked his wand back into his robe. "But someone's betrayed! They know it, they know it's tonight!"

"It seems so," Lupin replied, "but they don't seem to know there will be seven Harrys."

"That's not much better," Gwen said sullenly. "You-Know-Who's death curse almost wiped the top of Moody's head, who's back? Professor."

"Everyone is back, you are the last to arrive," Lupin said.

"I have to go back to Downing Street. I should have been there an hour ago. Since you are still safe... Come back, see you again." Kingsley said, glancing at the sky one last time.

Gwen breathed a sigh of relief, and several people walked into the door of the hut.

"...a little delay, we missed the first door keys. At least Harry arrived safely—" She looked at the group of people around the sofa suddenly speechless, Then, in a sharp, untimely voice, he asked, "Who's lying there? Who's on the sofa."

Ginny looked up at her with sad eyes, tears streaming down her pretty face. Fred wouldn't even get up, and the voice she was expecting didn't answer her right away.

An unfortunate premonition hangs over Gwen. She rushed to the sofa.

George's face was snow-white, frowning tightly, eyes closed, and leaning on the sofa, the side of his head and neck was full of red, shocking blood.

"How is he?" Gwen wanted to touch George's face, but was afraid of touching his wound, "I have some white blood...how did he bleed so much...George...George... "

“He lost an ear,” Lupin said.

"One lost..." Gwen repeated in a shaky voice.

"Snape did it," said Lupin. "He slipped off his hood in pursuit. The Snape has always been Snape's forte. I wish I'd gotten revenge on him, but when George got hurt, I had to keep him on the broom as best I could. , he lost too much blood."

Mrs. Weasley was busy looking at Mad-Eye's wound, and turned her head to Gwen firmly: "I can't make it grow back, it was lost by black magic .But the great fortune of misfortune...he's still alive."

Gwen took George's hand, and Fred opened the crystal bottle of White Fresh Essence and dipped it on the blood-stained handkerchief, a little on his brother's wound.

"It's okay, it won't leave scars, he's still handsome." Fred said hoarsely

"Now everyone can tell the difference between you and Fred, dear." Gwen said, fighting back tears.

"You told him the exact same bad joke," Fred said.

"I said 'hole listening'." George opened his eyes weakly, pointing to his left ear - now a clear hole - "Look... I have a hole."

Gwen couldn't hold back her tears any longer and went from whimpering to howling: "I really want to punch you, George, it's about time - you're still kidding - and I I thought it was a good joke!"

"Forgive me not being able to kiss you now," George said, "I'm a little bit out of balance."

He was also tied with an exaggerated bow.

Fred held up a small mirror for George to see, and as soon as they said Umbridge's name together, they began to laugh.

"We almost thought Mad-Eye was dead," Bill looked at his brothers and shook his head, then turned to the others, Fleur nodded, and in the light of the kitchen window, she Tears glistened on his cheeks. "We had just broken through the perimeter when it happened. Mad-Eye and Cyd were right next to us, flying north, and Voldemort—he could fly—just went after them. Voldemort The spell hit them all at once, and somehow Mad-Eye fell backwards, and Cyd fell off his broom too—we watched, helpless, with six or seven men chasing us— "

"Moody used a blasting spell at the last minute." Cedric looked at the unconscious Mad-Eye and said worriedly, "I was farther away, but he was directly exposed to the Under the shock wave..."

"Don't worry," Mr. Weasley and Mrs. Weasley mummified Moody, "he needs to rest for a while, it's dangerous, but Mad-Eye can survive ."

Bill went to the sideboard and pulled out a bottle of fire whiskey and a few glasses.

"Here," he waved his wand and let a dozen filled glasses fly into the hands of everyone in the room, then raised the glasses aloft, "To all members of the Order of the Phoenix for survival."

"To the survival of all members of the Order of the Phoenix." Everyone said in unison, toasting and drinking.

"To the Order of the Phoenix—" Hagrid hiccupped, a beat slower than the others, like an echo.

Firewhiskey scorched Gwen's throat, seeming to dispel the pain and grief, making her feel in the searing again, something akin to courage.

"So, Mundungus really disappeared?" Lupin drank his glass and said.

The mood changed immediately. Everyone looked at Lupin nervously. Everyone wanted him to keep talking, and they were a little scared of what they were going to hear.

"I know what you're thinking," Bill said, "I had that question on the way back here, because they seemed to know we were coming, didn't they? But it's impossible to snitch It's Mundungus. They didn't know there would be seven Harrys, and as soon as we showed up, they confused them. Maybe you've forgotten that the idea for the stand-in came from Mundungus, why didn't he put it The most crucial point to tell them? I think Dung was nervous at the time, that's all. He didn't want to come, Mad-Eye forced him, and he had to face the menace of You-Know-Who with Moody's team - he Terrified, so I hid."

"You-Know-Who did exactly what Mad-Eye expected," Tonks sobbed, she had always been close to Moody, his best friend at the Ministry, and deeply loved his care. "Mad-Eye said, God