94 Diagon Alley

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"Try this, Gwen. Our holiday gadgets." Fred shoved it into Gwen's hands involuntarily.

The witch sitting opposite wrinkled her nose and hesitated for a moment, "Have you tried it yourself?"

"Of course," George ran his fingers around his red hair, "I assure you we're all sitting right in front of you."

Gwen looked suspiciously at the two boys, "Including—"

"—including other places you can't see." George threw a bad wink.

"Okay," Gwen said resignedly, "again, I'm not interested in the other parts. But if this sugar has any bad side effects, I promise you will be punished the same. ." Then she swallowed the melting sugar in one gulp.

"Some peppery taste, I think the taste can be adjusted, cough, a little choking..."

"Yes, we were inspired by Honey Duke's Pepper Boy - it's smoking in your mouth." Fred explained solemnly, George also took out a pamphlet, while Watching Gwen's reaction, he wrote a few words on it.

Gwen felt that the top of his head was hot, and there was a heat from the roots to the tips. Then, as soon as he stepped up, a fire burst into the car.

Comes out with a tantalizing, grilled aroma.

"I hate you." She tried to suppress her anger.

The twins were also stunned for a few seconds, "Ah, I think this candy may have different effects on wizards and witches. By the way, the new hairstyle is good, Gwen." George opened it a few times. Mouth, explained reluctantly.

"Really?" Gwen pinched it, and the scorched strands of hair disappeared like gray in the carriage. Now she was totally pissed. "Since you didn't consider the importance of hair to teenage witches—I took a whole vacation to keep them from drying out—and they're a full 4 inches shorter now!" She stared at the The two **** holding their heads, rolled their eyes, and suddenly calmed down.

"I could have made both of you bald," she lowered her head and fiddled with her wand, while Fred shrank back. "But I'm not the evil black witch in Muggle stories after all, so gentlemen." Gwen swung a tape measure from the tip of her wand, "You can't cut your hair from now on until you've got four inches of hair, stay with me."

Fred and George felt chills and even trembled uncontrollably.

After half a minute they found out that it was not the wicked Miss Ollivander who gave them the chills, because the train had stopped for a while.

Fredera opened the compartment door and swallowed.

"Guys, I think I saw a Dementor."

Gwen thought he was joking and got up and looked out. At the end of the carriage is a cloaked monster as tall as the ceiling. Its face is completely hidden under the hood. A hand protruded from the cloak, and the hand was shimmering, gray, thin, and crusted, like something had died and rotted in the water. That numb thing was opening the doors one by one to check on the students.

"They can't do this," Gwen shuddered, "The Dementor is on the Hogwarts Express?" At this moment, she noticed a thin figure on the other side of the carriage, also Wearing a slim black suit, the only difference is that he looks panicked and has a pale golden head.

George saw the figure from behind Gwen and rolled his eyes: "He must have just returned from the provocation in Harry's carriage, now it's all right, meet the Dementors-Ge Wen, why did you pull him in?" George roared angrily, and he was trampled by Malfoy who hurried in.

The cloaked guy pulled the door open with horrific fingers, and what was under the hood, whatever it was, took a long, slow, shaky breath, as if trying To **** in something other than air from the surroundings. They all felt a chill run across their bodies, and their breath seemed to freeze in their chests. This chill penetrated the skin and was cold to the chest and heart of the person.

Gwen's mind was frozen, she tried to remember what spells would drive the dementors, but she hadn't learned it, and who would have thought that she would be on a train to school in peacetime Encountered a Dementor?

Fortunately, that thing was not of interest to them, perhaps there was nothing fear or sadness in the hearts of these wizards. Come to think of it, Fred and George are like two Bludgers on a rampage every day, which Bludger is afraid of? Gwen usually hangs out with the two of them. She doesn't do good things, and she does a lot of bad things. If she has any fear or sadness, it is estimated that within ten seconds, the twins will try their best to deal with these useless thoughts. As for Malfoy, Gwen thought he had only two things on his mind, Malfoy's number one and Potter being in the limelight again, and that the Dementors couldn't dig out any treasure out of his poor little brain.

The relieved Gwen cast a warmth spell on the box, and then broke the chocolate cauldron he bought before for a few people to eat, of course, to Malfoy's smallest piece, that piece of chocolate Maybe it's barely a scumbag.

The boy with the golden head glanced at the scum with contempt, and he almost changed his face, from the shivering man who turned his face back to a proud Malfoy. Then he moved his lips, no need to think, it must be a string of sarcastic words.

"Shut up, Malfoy." Gwen snapped his mouth shut, "Eat or go back. Fendor's carriage—you know you almost jumped on the floor just now."

Malfoy stomped the carriage as if he had suffered some kind of humiliation, stood up without wanting to stop for a moment, and stumbled before going out.

"Sorry," said George with a decent smile, "I was frozen by Dementors."

When the boy almost ran away, George turned his head and stared at Gwen meaningfully. "Why do you care about that little bastard? Gwendelyn Ollivander."

Fred also cocked his legs, posing as if he were watching a play, looking at George for a while and Gwen for a while.

The witch felt that if she didn't answer this question properly, she might be beaten by two people in the carriage.

"Oh, I just think he needs a little elder education."

George raised his eyebrows, as if he was satisfied with the word elder, so he didn't bother with Gwen anymore, because five minutes later, the ill-fated train finally arrived at Hogwarts .

Gwen didn't know which news shocked her more, but when she got out of the car, she saw Katie and Wood, who were talking very much, standing together ("My friend is going to marry the Quidditch movement. Is it?" she said angrily to the twins), or Harry and Hermione were taken away by Professor McGonagall, who I heard passed out on the train.

The auditorium was a sea of ​​pointed black hats; each long table was filled with students, their faces lit by thousands of candles suspended in mid-air above the tables. After the sorting ceremony, Gwen saw several figures enter the Great Hall. Professor McGonagall walked slowly to her empty seat in the faculty chair, while Harry and Hermione walked as quietly as possible to the opposite direction, the table in Gryffindor House. People turned to look at them as they walked down the back of the auditorium, and a few pointed at Harry. Harry and Hermione sat in the seats Ron had reserved for them.

Gwen was about to ask what they were doing when Headmaster Dumbledore stood up and spoke.

"Welcome!" said Professor Dumbledore, his beard glistening in the light of the candle, "Welcome to Hogwarts in the new school year! I have a few words for you all Say, there's one thing in it that's very serious, and I think it's better to make it clear before you get dizzy with this fine meal..."

Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued. "You all know that since they searched the Hogwarts Express. Our school is currently hosting a number of Dementors from Azkaban, who are here on Ministry of Magic business."

"He doesn't look very happy." Gwen whispered to George, who turned his head to the side and whispered, "Dad said Dumbledore didn't like the decision, and the Dementors may have come to catch Sirius. of."

Growing up as a child of a wizarding family, even if Mr. Ollivander doesn't want to talk about the past, Sirius Black is still the image Gwen feared as a child - a heinous murderer commit.

Next, Professor Dumbledore began to introduce the new changes in teachers. "It's a great pleasure," he continued, "this year, I am delighted to welcome two new teachers to our ranks.

"The first one was Professor Lupin, who graciously agreed to fill the vacancy in Defence Against the Dark Arts."

There were scattered, not very enthusiastic applause. Only the students who had been in the same car as him on the train applauded, and Harry was one of them. Professor Lupin looked very shabby sitting among all the well-dressed teachers.

Potions teacher Snape kept his eyes on Professor Lupin along the long table of the teacher. Everyone knew that he had always wanted to be a Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, but even Harry, who hated Snape, hated Snape.