94 Diagon Alley
Chapter 197: Festival
A message from Aberforth Dumbledore. "The elf recited slowly, for fear of saying the wrong word, "that was what his brother Albus Dumbledore had left him before. "
Everyone in the room took a deep breath, Molly held Arthur's hand tightly. Gwen glanced nervously at Moody, and found that the other side was calm and unsurprising. They exchanged glances with George again, not knowing what Dumbledore was thinking.
"When the headquarters is no longer safe, everyone should move out as soon as possible. My advice is..." The elf stumbled, "Oh... well... Bill knows his family should hiding somewhere."
Everyone looked at the eldest son of the Weasleys, who nodded heavily and made a soothing gesture to the others.
"We'll talk about that later."
"Second sentence, when the Ministry of Magic is out of control, the shops in Diagon Alley can't continue to operate." Dobby shook his head and said in an old man's voice, "If this day is really unfortunate, , I have provided little Ollivander with a letter of recommendation..."
Now everyone's eyes are on Gwen again, and she herself is pointing at herself in disbelief.
“…she can go to work at the Hog’s Head, which will definitely help us.”
People immediately lost interest in the profession. Even Gwen couldn't figure out what to do in that shabby bar in Hogsmeade.
"Fred Weasley and George Weasley, I hope they will use their wonderful talents to continue working on their great inventions."
"Do you think the same as me, man?" Fred grinned and elbowed George.
"When we were in fourth grade," George fell into fond memories, "that was the first pot of gold we made, and the only time Dumbledore praised our invention." Wrapping Fred and Gwen's shoulders, "Guess what, I already thought this would be a great idea."
"As for Miss Weasley," Dobby turned to Ginny, looking at her with wide, watery eyes, "I still sincerely hope she will finish her studies at Hogwarts."
Ginny's eyes were red and she nodded vigorously, pursing her lips, ignoring the worried expressions of her parents.
"The last sentence is a message from Cedric Diggory," Dobby changed his tone, very excited, shaking all over: "He said that Harry Potter and his friends have been safely moved to the safe house."
The cramped room was in chaos, Fred, George and Gwen were high-fives and cheers, Fleur rested her head lightly on her groom's shoulder, Ginny and Mrs Weasley embraced, Arthur had to help his wife pull out a handkerchief, Mad-Eye nodded with a cane, and even the ghouls clapped along for no apparent reason.
"Excellent..." Mrs. Weasley wiped her tears with her handkerchief. "They are all well. I didn't sleep well last night...and Dumbledore left it for the children. Say- oh!" She blushed from crying, and Ginny had to pat her mother on the back to comfort her.
Dobby also looked at everyone in the room with tears in his eyes, blowing his nose with his tea towel. Then he winked at Moody, and said in a mosquito-like voice, "It's good to know you're okay. An old friend said so."
Mad-Eye snorted with his broken nose, signaling the elf to go back quickly. Then, with a snap, Dobby, like his surprising appearance, suddenly disappeared on the sixth floor of the Burrow.
"Okay." Moody's cane tapped on the floor, "We can't wait too long. Now that you have a way out, get ready now, and I should go back to my house too. —”
"What are you talking about?" Bill said, "We can't let you go back on your own. You're still badly wounded." People announce their plans.
"Me and Fleur will move to the Shell Cottage, no one knew about this place before, maybe it can be used as a safe house for other members of the Order of the Phoenix." He looked apologetically at the bride, the beautiful French girl Kissing him on the cheek, "Mom and Dad, Fred and George are going to live at Aunt Muriel's house. The last time Harry was moved, that place was not found by the Death Eaters."
"What?" "Does it have to be there?" The twins let out dissatisfied voices in unison.
"Aunt Muriel has a lot of rooms, too." Mr. Weasley agreed with the plan, "Mad-Eye can come with us—you're not going to disturb the young couple, are you?" The black-faced old Auror was joking, forcing Moody to agree to live with them temporarily.
"For now," he insisted, "as soon as I can walk I will move."
"Where's Gwen?" asked George.
“Of course she has to be with us,” Ginny said.
"Actually," Gwen hesitated, "I think I should stay at the Hog's Head, there must be an empty room."
"Is my ear broken?" George put his remaining ear next to Gwen, and Fred did not forget to add "it is indeed broken", "You don't talk to yourself Live with your fiancé, but go to a messy bar instead?"
"She's right." Mad-Eye's gruff guttural voice interrupted George loudly, "If Ollivander commutes between Muriel's and Hog's Head every day, one day you will Discovered by You-Know-Who and Death Eaters. Then we'll lose another safe house. Instead, Aberforth's pub is a better choice. Be vigilant! Always be vigilant!"
George looked like he had a lot to say, but Gwen grabbed two of his fingers with a backhand, barely holding him down.
"What do you think?" asked Gwen, sitting on the circular rug in the twins' bedroom, "about Dumbledore's 'last words'."
"He's implying that we continue to develop the anti-curse cap, anti-curse cape, and anti-curse gloves." Fred spread out a huge suitcase, the one he used to go to school.
"If the props can block the curse of the Death Eaters, the odds of winning the Order of the Phoenix are even greater." Jumped into the suitcase.
"Don't sell to strangers this time," Gwen said, dragging George's other suitcase to the center of the room.
"Where's the Hog's Head Bar? Another secret base in the Order of the Phoenix?" Fred threw his and George's many "half-finished" items into the box. "I haven't heard much of Aberforth..."
"Dad said he used to be a member of the Order of the Phoenix, but he never came to headquarters for a meeting, did he?" George took out a thick stack of parchment, which was him and Gwen The habit of getting together after being together must be written down with whimsy.
"Anyway, he's Dumbledore's younger brother." Gwen quickly hid a few small boxes of quick-acting skipping candies in his pocket, and used a free one for the piles of suitcases. Scar stretching spell. "And Dobby, it's the elf hired by Hogwarts, and we all think it's believable, right?"
Fred and George shrugged.
Gwen was the most angry that they couldn't find a reason to refute themselves, so they pretended that nothing happened. Wrinkling his nose, he took a few more decoy bombs. When Fred's out-of-the-way vision swept across her, the girl sighed, "Oh, I'm so sorry for the students at Hogwarts. They won't be able to buy such good stuff this school year."
"As for this." Fred put his hands on his hips.
"We always have a way to make the Weasley Joke Shop hoaxes sell at Hogwarts." George wrapped his arms and raised an eyebrow at Gwen confidently.
"Don't tell me." Gwen waved his hand. "I don't want to get involved in your great work. The new job at the strange bar is enough for me."
George looked at his brother now, and Fred impatiently dug out a few more items from under the bed, calling, "I'll be out right now. Can't you be patient?"
Under George's fiery gaze, Fred, who couldn't stand the pressure, quickly packed his luggage, grabbed his suitcase, and stomped on George's toes , left the bedroom on the third floor aggressively.
George sat back on his cot and patted the seat next to him. Gwen immediately sat down obediently.
"It's all frustrating to me." George rested his chin on Gwen's head habitually, "We're going to be apart...I don't know how long."
Gwen put his arms around George's waist, "We have no other choice."
"What frustrates me even more is that I know that even if we stay together, we will not be able to protect you." He pointed to his left ear and said mockingly.
"I appreciate it." Gwen sniffed the familiar Weasley soap scent, "but I don't want to hold you back. Although neither of us are very good at Defence Against the Dark Arts. ."
The two of them couldn't help but laugh when they thought of each other's ugly grades in that class. Then fell into a tortured silence.
"I hope I can work harder when I go to school." Gwen planned to have a good chat with George for the first time after that incident, "When facing the Death Eaters, I was completely panicked. Hands and feet - I'm not even as quick as Ginny."
"Fred and I are not good either." George said dryly, "Defense and attack magic... We should have spent some time studying actual combat spells. But at least we still have A reliable backing..."
"Honey, we can't count on him." Gwen hounded George tighter, "Harry said he drank a lot of deadly poison that day...Look at the wizarding world now, chaos In a ball. I don't think he's in much better shape than we thought."
"Well," said George, "for our safety, I
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