94 Diagon Alley

The twisted expression on Neptune's thin, sallow face was astonishing. The expression went beyond exasperation, it was disgust.

Gwen carefully observed Professor Snape's face - after all, this is a regular program that starts every year - and continued to bite his ear with George, "Can we look forward to this year's Defence Against the Dark Arts class? Snape The professor's expression is much better than the previous two years."

George shrugged, "It's either very good or bad if I say it."

"As for the second teacher we appointed," after the less enthusiastic applause for Professor Lupin died. Dumbledore continued, "Well, I regret to inform you that our teacher in Conservation of Magical Creatures, Professor Kettle Burn, retired at the end of last year. However, I am happy to say that Rubeus Hagrid will fill his vacancy, Hagrid has agreed to serve as a teacher in addition to being gamekeeper."

The applause on the Gryffindor table was exceptional.

"God, I regret not taking this course this year." Gwen patted his thigh regretfully, "Hagrid is much more energetic than Professor Byrne."

Fred and George approached her with applause and said, "Fortunately, we'll enjoy this course on your behalf."

Draco Malfoy seemed to be telling a very interesting story to a large crowd at Slytherin House at breakfast the next day. When Harry walked by. Malfoy made a comical appearance of passing out, which caused a burst of laughter.

"Ignore him," said Hermione, who was walking behind Harry.

"Hey, Potter!" screamed Pansy Parkinson, a girl in Slytherin. "Potter! Here comes the Dementors, Potter! Ho ho, **** ho ho!" Harry took a seat at the table in Gryffindor, next to George Weasley. "New Year 3 timetable," George said, handing out, "What's the matter with you, Harry?"

"Malfoy," said Ron, sitting on the other side of George. Look back at the table in Slytherin House. George looked up just in time to see Malfoy pretending to faint again. "That little idiot," he said calmly, "he wasn't so cocky last night when the Dementors came into the carriage. He came to our carriage with fright, didn't he, Fred" "Almost missed himself. Wet," Fred said, giving Malfoy a scornful look.

"I'm not particularly happy myself," George said. "Those dementors are horrible things..."

"It seems to freeze your internal organs," Fred said.

"But you didn't pass out, did you?" Harry whispered.

"Forget it, Harry," said George cheering. "Anyway, we'll see what Malfoy looks like after the first Quidditch match."

Ron on the side gave Gwen a wink, picked up his wand and pointed at Malfoy on the Slytherin table, seeing that no one was paying attention, he cast a curse softly and quickly.

Then he whispered to Gwen, who was across from him, "He came to our carriage yesterday to insult my family, hell, Gwen, is there any way to change the spell."

Gwen swallowed the bread, "It's hard, I have to say, Ron, Malfoy is very diverse every time he makes inappropriate comments about the Weasleys. I think about it carefully. I couldn't extract the key words a few times. But since you helped Hermione..." Ron kicked Gwen's foot under the table, while peeking at Hermione. Only motioned to Gwen not to let her know about it.

"...Well, since you helped your friend solve a small annoying hidden danger, why don't you ask her for her opinion? That lady is a master of spells."

"No!" Ron pouted and said awkwardly, "If she doesn't take good care of her cat, I won't discuss it with her."

Gwen shrugged, then glanced back at the handsome young man with both eyebrows, and made a wish to see him lose his eyebrows this year.

Gwen underestimated Malfoy's obsession with Harry, and underestimated the boy's pride. Just two days later, the aggressive Hermione, the comforting Harry and the ecstatic Ron appeared at the Gryffindor table for dinner. Ron drew Gwen's attention behind him with cramps in his eyelids again, and this time Hermione looked at them both angrily. Gwen put down the pumpkin juice in his hand, turned his head back and forth calmly, and finally, five minutes later, there was a scream from the Slytherin table.

Malfoy was pale, a full, golden, gleaming eyebrow floating from his soup bowl.

Then there was Parkinson's scream, and Malfoy, who was blankly touching his left eyebrow (now very smooth). He seemed to be stimulated by the sky, and the whole person collapsed.

"Quiet, Parkinson." Professor Snape on the teachers' table came rolling in his black robe again, "Put your hands down, Draco." Then he wrapped his wand around The boy's forehead turned a few times. "An insignificant spell that limits your language. Tell me, Draco, what you just said."

Malfoy twitched his nose, as if there was nothing more terrifying than losing his well-groomed eyebrows, repeating his conflict with the Gryffindor trio one by one . Professor Snape looked at Harry while listening with interest, as if thinking about how long they would be locked up and how many gems to deduct from Gryffindor, as if Malfoy's grief experience just gave him a small chance to adjust his life. .

until he heard the blond boy say the word "mudblood".

He frowned in disbelief and looked at the bald eyebrows in silence for a long time.

"I think this petty spell will make your eyebrows grow tomorrow. Malfoy, as your dean, I have to remind you to be careful with your words and actions. ' Then he glanced viciously at the snickering Gryffindors, and finally stared at Gwen who pretended not to exist, and let out a grunt from his nostrils.

Gwen swears to Merlin that in order to repay Professor Snape for letting go of herself and the opportunity to deduct points from Gryffindor, she will use her strength to repay in Potions class this semester professor.

Gwen 10,000 things to worry about

As George said, this year's Defence Against the Dark Arts class was either very good or bad. For Gryffindor students represented by Gwen, this professor is a rare good teacher with real talents and practical learning in recent years, and he is very accomplished in black magic creatures. For Slytherin students, or Slytherin Dean, they and the new professor are mortal enemies.

The Great Hall at dinner time is the best place to spread any news or gossip, and now Harry, who is stunned by Dementors, is no longer the protagonist of gossip. At the Gryffindor table, there had been three days of seminars around whether Hagrid would be expelled. Finally, under Miss Granger's tongue-in-cheek battle, it was finally decided that Dumbledore would do everything in his power to save Hagrid. The conclusion is dismissed. As a result, within two days, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Neville challenged Professor Snape's authority by himself.

Gwen heard Ron describe the scene vividly, and moved his muscles to tell himself not to laugh, after all, Professor Snape let him go in the last curse incident.

But none of this has anything to do with Gwen, she has enough to worry about.

The first thing to worry about:

Katie started playing disappearing after class, and usually came back before curfew, claiming to be doing Quidditch. But Fred and George, who are also on the team, still have time to make new inventions every day. On the contrary, he was frightened by the news of Azkaban's escape, and this semester is more like a law-abiding baby.

After Katie slipped back to the dormitory late at night and was caught on the spot by Ginny and Gwen, and was pushed down on the bed, the girl gave a relatively reasonable explanation. Oliver Wood is now in seventh grade, his final year at Hogwarts. This year is his last chance to win the Quidditch Cup. Katie felt that as the weakest of the three Gryffindor Chasers, it was necessary to strengthen her training intensity and get more points for the game.

Gwen raised an eyebrow, "I heard from Harry that Wood thinks you three girls are the best Chasers?"

Katie's head was almost down to her chest," Arya and Angelina scored more points in previous games. If Harry catches the Snitch every game, I will You have to score as many goals as you can before the game is over."

Gwen and Ginny glanced at each other, Ginny, as the second witch who knew Quidditch in the bedroom, thought Katie's argument was reasonable and convincing. So they finally let go of this tired girl.

Gwen was helping Katie with her divination homework, biting her quill and saying to Ginny, "She's going to marry Quidditch one day."

The second annoying thing:

"I said I won't help you with your homework this semester," Gwen strode across the lounge with a stack of books, "This year you have to take the O.W.L.s exam, which is the most important thing. Things are a lot more important than your new inventions and Quidditch—well, the Quidditch cup doesn't count."

Behind her, two tall figures were dragging their schoolbags dejectedly.

"To be honest, Gwen..."

“…we don’t care about O.W.L.s.”

"I care," the little witch turned back, "please allow me to nag again, it's called the 'Ordinary Wizarding Level Exam', no matter how good and talented you are, there are not a dozen in the magic world. Certificates are nowhere to be found, gentlemen."

"A dozen?" Fred collapsed on his brother's lap. "George, she said a dozen!"

"We had planned for everyone to pass three