94 Diagon Alley

Sick, it’s best not to go back to Hogwarts and stay with Mr. Ollivander at Aunt Muriel’s for a while.

Dobby also looked at his friend apologetically with big glass bead eyes, but kept his mouth tightly shut.

"You see, it's punishing itself," said Harry. "Someone must have ordered it to keep it a secret."

"I think it's clear," said Hermione, "Dobby has no master, he's free. No one can stop him unless he doesn't want to." She pushed the two away Shell Cottage, and said softly, "I guess it's the portrait of Hogwarts - Phineas Nigellus said that Dumbledore can move freely between the portrait and the chocolate frog."

Perhaps, Harry still has a glimmer of hope. He believed more that a living Dumbledore sent Dobby to help him.

In April, the wind is blowing.

"I saw two magpies fly past." Gwen, who was wiping the table, shouted at the counter, "It's early in the morning, chirping."

"You're as loud as a magpie." Aberforth said mercilessly, sticking out the top of a gray head from behind the counter. "If you have time to enjoy the view from the window, why don't you bake the bread."

"We haven't had a guest in weeks, Aberforth," Gwen pouted.

"The bread is for that Longbottom boy." Aberforth scolded, "I suspect they have a dragon at school, how can they eat so much?"

Gwen hesitated to tell him that Hogwarts had a dragon.

"More and more students are moving directly to the House of Requirement." Gwen lowered his voice a little, "I can't believe Mrs Longbottom - she runs so fast and has more legs than me. flexible."

"Augusta is an extraordinary witch." Aberforth nodded reluctantly, "In addition to being overly worried about her grandson, she is now at ease."

"...Dawlish knocked out a front tooth by her, it's ridiculous." Gwen covered his mouth and snickered, and when he heard something, he looked out the window, "Look, it's another one. Yes, four magpies have already flown in front of the door this morning!"

"I don't think there's any good news at this time - hell!" Aberforth was taken aback by the sudden appearance of George Weasley, his wine stained The glass fell to the ground.

"Who brought the good news before me?" George grinned as he helped the poor shopkeeper pick up the glass. "Gwen, honey, you have to come with me."

"Where?" Gwen walked over and squeezed George's wand, confirming it was him.

"Go to where I live." George looked around the store, then lowered his head and said, "Someone wants to see you."

"Who is it? Why don't you come to the Hog's Head Bar—" Gwen's heart beat a little faster, and he changed his mind when he saw Aberforth's angry look, "Well, our manager said that we can't let anyone come to the store. inside."

"You won't regret it." George took her hand, showed her the note with Aunt Muriel's address, and waved his long arms to say goodbye to the shop owner. "I'm taking her away, Abu."

Aberforth didn't look up, but Gwen swore she saw him rolling her eyes, "Let's go, let's go. Hogwarts kids must eat my dry bread today. ."

"I feel sorry for them," said Gwen, against George's bald left ear, "if Aberforth's dry loaves and Hagrid's rock cakes fight—who might be win."

Another unpleasant Apparition, George took Gwen to a large country house.

"Here?" Aunt Muriel put her hands behind her back and looked at the person who came, "Just her a little girl?"

"No, Aunt Muriel," said George cheerfully. "This is my fiancée."

Gwen hurriedly pulled out a polite and sweet smile, and the next second she put away the smile because of the old man's words, and put on a serious look again.

"I hope she's not the guy who sells your stuff," said Aunt Muriel. "It's all your weird stuff in the back room."

"You misremember," said George. "It must be Fred's girlfriend."

"George is right, Aunt Muriel." Gwen nodded, "I'm a very decent witch."

"Gwen!" A red-haired witch jumped out of a room farther down the hallway and embraced her warmly, "You're finally here—"

"Long time no see, Ginny." Gwen was a little breathless, but she hugged her friend tightly, "I have to admit, I know you haven't been back to Hogg after Easter. Watts, I'm more relieved." Then into her ear, "Now they're all huddled in the Room of Requirement for the night."

"Mom and Dad won't let me go back." Ginny gritted her teeth, "I'm still looking for a chance—"

Mr and Mrs Weasley's timely presence interrupts her dangerous plan, and Fred is looking for trouble with George because he just used his brother as a shield.

"You can't imagine anything good—" said Ginny, and Mrs Weasley was delighted.

"Hey!" George stopped her, "I haven't told her yet, it's a surprise."

Several people gathered around the fireplace, even the elderly Aunt Muriel insisted on waiting here. The fire in the adjacent fireplace crackled. The front door slammed and everyone turned their heads and pointed their wands at the door.

"Should they arrive so soon?" Fred turned to Mr. Weasley.

"No, and Bill will Apparate directly onto the steps." Mr. Weasley's expression was solemn. "Who is it?" he shouted.

"It's me, Remus Lupin!" a voice shouted in the howling wind.

Gwen was at a loss, and it seemed that Lupin was not the one they were waiting for, because the Order of the Phoenix member often went to the Hog's Head Bar to look for Aberforth at night.

"My wife's name is Nymphadora Tonks, and you are the keeper of this house. You gave me this address and told me to come here in an emergency!"

"Lupin." Arthur muttered, running over and twisting the door.

Lupin fell through the door, pale and wrapped in a traveling cloak, his gray hair ruffled by the wind. He stood up and looked around to see who was in the room, slightly surprised to see Gwen. Then shouted, "It's a boy! We named him Ted, after Dora's father!"

The witches screamed. Gwen and Ginny held hands and circled the hall.

"Tonks - Tonks gave birth?" Mrs. Weasley said excitedly, "God, I have to write to her and tell her the little secret of being a mother, or she It will be worn out by the baby."

"As a witch who gave birth to a pair of children at one time, my mother has a position to say so. But I guess Tonks will not be too easy." George quipped.

"Birth, birth! Baby!" cried Lupin. There were cheers and sighs of relief around the fireplace. Gwen and Ginny screamed, "Congratulations!"

Fred said, "My God, a newborn!" As if he had never heard of such a thing before.

"Yes-yes-a boy," Lupin repeated, seeming to be beaming with joy.

“Who does he look like?” George asked.

"I think he looks like Dora, but Dora thinks like me. Not much hair, he looked black when he was born, but I swear it turned **** in an hour, very It may be golden when I go back. Andromeda said that Tonks' hair started to change color the first day he was born." Lupin smiled.

"Merlin," Gwen said with a sour nose, "he's a disguised magus."

"A lucky little wizard." Ginny rubbed her eyes, "Professor McGonagall will love this student—a natural transfiguration expert."

"Dora and I have decided to make Harry his godfather," Lupin said. "His care for Sirius shows that he will be a great godfather."

"I have a suggestion for you," Mr. Weasley looked at the clock on the wall and patted Lupin's back vigorously, "if you have time, go to Bill's. Look."

"Perhaps...but I have to go to Mad-Eye first," Lupin said finally. He stood up and wrapped the traveling cloak around him. "Goodbye, goodbye—I'll find a way to bring some pictures in a few days—and they'll be very happy to know I see you—"

After tying his cloak, he said goodbye, hugged the ladies, shook hands with the gentlemen, still smiling, and returned to the windy outside.

"This is...great news." Gwen took George's hand and leaned against his shoulder.

"Another one?" Aunt Muriel's voice broke her moving, "Another Weasley."

Two figures flashed in from the door, and this time it was Gwen's turn to widen his eyes, dropped George's arm and ran to the hall.

"Is that you? Grandpa?" Gwen first hugged Garrick excitedly, and the old man patted her on the back, as if she was a small child.

Then Gwen's pleasant surprise was taken over by intense anger and sadness, "What did they do to you—how did you...how..."

For over a year, Garrick looks ten years older.

"You don't have any flesh on you." Gwen choked up and touched Mr. Ollivander's arm up and down. "The Death Eaters must have used black magic on you, Cruciatus? Damn…"

"Take it easy, Gwen." Garrick chuckled, "I'm fine. Now, we have to say hello to the kind master—I saw Mrs. Muriel."

"Yes...Yes...Oh my God, it's all my fault, I'm so excited." Gwen was incoherent, "I've learned how to cook several dishes, and we've had a long time trying to figure out how to make you more Be stronger."

"It has to be."