94 Diagon Alley

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"There's nothing like a wedding in peacetime, George. But I'm still worried that it's too cold in March."

George bared her teeth threateningly, "If we slow down, you won't be able to invite a bridesmaid!"

Gwen scratched her nose, thinking of Katie, who had become Mrs. Wood, Ginny, who had a hot fight with Harry, and Hermione, who kept talking in Ron's mouth. "You're right, it can't be delayed any longer."

"Snape actually sent a present!" George was so frightened that he almost threw the inconspicuous little package.

"Because I also sent him a good bottle of wine." Gwen said indifferently, "By the way, congratulations on his resignation application being rejected again."

"After what happened, I'm not at all surprised that he resigned to Professor McGonagall every three days." George shrugged, "Bai Xian Jing. Why did he send us this?"

Gwen looked at the bottle of good potion and laughed, "You know what, George. Professor Snape can be quite humorous sometimes."

"You'd better not say that at the dinner table at night," George showed an elusive smile, "Sirius is a little at a loss when he hears Snape's name now."

"Will he bring Ms. Burns with him?" Gwen was a little surprised. "To be honest, I thought Harry was going to spend the holidays with them."

"They left after the turkey, and Sirius said Kreacher insisted they go back to Grimmauld Place for roast pudding."

"Then Tonks will definitely find a way to bring little Teddy to join. Except for Lupin, their family loves Blake's baked pudding."

"I really like that weird little guy." George shook his head intoxicated.

"Because he blew up his crib?"

"No, Gwen. Because he blew up his crib and got pink hair."

"I see, he's happy for his mischief." Gwen nodded, worried about what a headache their future child would be. "It's time, let's go to the opposite side."

Two young wizards changed their clothes, crossed the street of Diagon Alley with a huge loaf and several eggs, and knocked on the door of the wand shop.

"Merry Christmas, Garrick." Gwen hugged her elderly grandpa. "Today you should be out in the sun."

"Merry Christmas, children," Garrick said, waving his hand behind him, hiding the sawdust and core of his wand on his workbench.

"Gwen bakes new bread, and you want some fried eggs, Garrick." George put the bread on the table, and a knife was cutting his own toast.

"One, but please fry me two slices of bacon." Mr. Ollivander's silvery eyes glanced at his little granddaughter.

"Today is the holiday, I won't stop you." Gwen didn't have to look back to know what the old man was thinking.

Garrick added a piece of wood to the fireplace with a cheerful stride, "Thank goodness it's little Weasley's turn to make breakfast today."

"Hey!" Gwen, who was making tea, raised his eyebrows, "George is really good at cooking, but were you mocking me just now?"

Garrick picked his ears, pretended not to hear, and happily took care of his fireplace.

"Don't be angry with your grandpa, dear." George directed the three floating plates and kissed Gwen on the cheek, "Your talent lies elsewhere."

After breakfast, Garrick put on his dragonskin hat very carefully, and took out the fire whisky sent by Aberforth. Appeared in the living room of the Burrow with two young juniors.

"They're here!" Mr. Weasley saw the guests first. "Welcome, welcome, Mr. Ollivander."

He led Garrick to the parlor, which was larger than before, and asked him to sit on the sofa for a while.

"Thanks Merlin for arriving so early." Mrs. Weasley hurried out of the kitchen and embraced her son and son's fiancée warmly. "George, go and chop the onion. Don't roll your eyes, Fred is waiting for a hill of cabbage."

"Merry Christmas, Mrs. Weasley." Gwen snickered at George's back, "We all love this year's sweater."

"You look great in it." Mrs. Weasley looked at her with satisfaction. "Thank you for your gifts, my dears. There are too many people in the house, and a sufficient number of tea sets will help. Busy. Arthur is obsessed with that electronic pet."

"I'm guessing it must be something new in George and Fred's store," Gwen thought for a moment, "Muggle gadgets that look like little eggs with cracked shells, It's been very popular lately."

"That's it, that's it." Mrs. Weasley walked into the kitchen with Gwen in her arms and passed George, who was leisurely chopping onions by the sink. "Come and give me a taste, Gwen, this year's mulled wine can't go wrong."

"Merry Christmas, family—" Another tall, red-haired wizard emerged from the green glowing fireplace, "Hi, Mom. I promise to come back next year with my girlfriend. "

"You gotta get rid of that cabbage pile before that, man." George and his twin brother high-five.

"I can't believe it," Fred squeezed his hand hard, "I live next door to yours, and it's Christmas—you didn't ask me to go out with you. "

"I thought you were going to invite Angelina?" Gwen asked, poking out a glass of warm red wine.

"She's going to spend the holidays with her family." Fred rubbed his nose and said embarrassingly, "Well, I didn't write to her last week, and I kind of **** her off. ."

"I hope you picked a thoughtful Christmas present." Gwen shrugged.

"Mom, I want a glass of mulled wine too." Fred shouted into the kitchen, "Sooth my broken heart, I'm the only one in the family who came back—"

"—I hope you're not implying me." Charlie's tanned face emerged from the fireplace. "Because I came by myself."

"You don't count." Fred and George said in unison, "You only love your dragon."

"That means Percy entertained guests?" Gwen was curious and added a sliver of cinnamon to the red wine pot.

"He's a little too good now." George took out the onions and was helping Fred wash the cabbage. "Every week home for dinner."

"He and Audrey are also making great progress." Fred smiled wickedly, "It's hard to get married before you guys."

The Burrow welcomes guests one after another. Harry and Ron went to King's Cross to pick up their girlfriends, complaining about the impersonal overtime in the Auror office. Several people entered the house discussing the need for a Muggle driver's license.

"I don't need the test, Hermione. Just a little Confusion Charm…"

"You can't just use magic on Muggles, Ronald. And just to park—"

"Dad never used a driver's license when he drove us to school." Ron's nose was red from the cold, and he hugged everyone before Hermione's lecture hit.

"How about Hogwarts, girls." Gwen took Hermione and Ginny to decorate the Christmas tree, and they were very good at it.

"As good as ever." Hermione magically cut out a bunch of golden dancing figures and made them circle the tall firs. "Professor Dumbledore and Professor Slughorn are completely retired, and they worked together to lure Professor Snape back into the position of Dean before leaving—I hate to admit it, but Potions is as tough as ever."

"Neville is applying to be a teaching assistant in herbal medicine." Ginny managed to get a few bouncing snowmen to hang on the tree, "Professor Sprout is so happy, there is finally someone I can take her class."

"The students will love him." Gwen threw the ugly goblin that George and Fred had caught in disgust, she couldn't bear the goblin dressed as an angel any longer. "They'd have Neville tell the story of him beheading Nagini over and over again."

"Speaking of this!" Ginny covered her mouth and smiled, "A lower grade student asked Professor Snape and the Savior's mother's story in Potions class."

"Merlin's Beard—"

"How dare he—"

Hermione and Gwen both cried.

"Finally he was sentenced to a full year of labor."

"Poor child." Hermione sighed.

"He paid the price for his recklessness and ignorance." Gwen also sighed, "Let me guess, Gryffindor?"

Ginny gave her a look, and the three witches understood that this was indeed the behavior of the little lion.

Sirius and Amelia Burns also knocked on the front door. They also brought Kreacher's signature French onion soup.

"It's long overdue for retirement," Ms. Burns said. "It's very inhumane to have such an old elf serve a wizard."

Gwen saw Hermione's expression of deep approval.

“It would be even more inhumane to deprive him of a career he loves.” Sirius said, “Remember Kreacher’s dream?”

The members of the Order of the Phoenix here all thought of the decorations of Grimmauld Place, and tacitly believed that this was not a good topic for the festive atmosphere.

"And you need it." Sirius changed the red wine in front of Amelia Burns and replaced it with a glass of hot milk. "Kreacher is very good at babysitting."

"My God!" The witches began to scream again, and Mrs. Weasley heard something keenly and rushed out of the kitchen.

"Did you mention—children?"

Ms. Bones' dignified face was a little red. "We—we were going to tell everyone after dinner. Sirius always disrupts plans."

"Good news is not too early." Ollivander first