94 Diagon Alley

. "George shivered while holding Fred's head.

This time it was Gwen's turn to be dumbfounded, "Three doors for one person?" She clenched her fists and made a rattling sound, "Am I dreaming? I heard Bill and Percy took twelve Excellent certificate, Hermione in third grade can now pass at least six of the exams. George Weasley and Fred Weasley, I will be watching you this year."

The two big boys on the sofa wailed: "Did Mom pull out her hair and drink the compound decoction, where did our smart and lovely little sister Gwen go!"

Gwen didn't look up: "I don't have a son who is so unsatisfactory as you." She tapped on the thick stack of books, "Now, let's make a perfect plan."

When Ron and the others returned to the dormitory, they were almost shocked by the sight in front of them. Fred and George sat in front of the fireplace, their faces pale, looking at the list in each other's hands.

"Well, you're going to look at astronomy, protection of magical creatures, and magic."

"I'll look at you, Transfiguration, History of Magic, Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"Wait, there's another herbal study, handed over to you George, you only have a theory course in the history of magic."

"What a joke, herbalism and magical creatures can be reviewed together, come and see."

"Gentlemen," Gwen paced behind them with his wand, "if it doesn't feel fair, I'd like to add another course in Potions."

"No, no, dear Gwen," Fred patted George vigorously on the shoulder, "George said he looked!" Then he winked at his brother and whispered, "I want to Angelina on a date, bro, you sacrificed for me once."

George calmly gave him an elbow, "Shut up Fred, one more word and I promise you to contract Potions."

Ron finally retracted his chin, "G... Gwen, are you going to teach them the content of the O.W.L.s exam?"

Gwen gave Ron a bright smile: "Of course not! I'm only in fourth grade, how can I have fifth grade classes?" Then she stroked the twins' hair gloomily, "I'm just supervising They complete their review assignments every day, and then count on them telepathically getting the certificate with less effort."

Ron suddenly felt that Hermione was a gentle and good friend.

The third annoying thing:

The dog fell in love with Crookshanks. He flattered his beloved girl like every **** male cat. From then on, it was difficult to see the big fat cat in Gwen's dormitory. Gwen observed a few times that Crookshanks was indeed a noble lady, and she was reservedly catwalking down the hallway. And the huge white hairball was always running around behind her.

"Like a fool." She mentally defined this behavior.

"Why can't the dog impress Crookshanks?" Gwen caught Hermione, who had recently seen the dragon, at a dinner.

"Leave me alone, Gwen." Hermione looked broken-hearted, "Everyone is asking me about Crookshanks. Ron has been arguing with me about this He said my cat ate his mouse. Now when he can't find his mouse, he blames me for not being good at my cat. Even you're asking me about the Crookshanks love news, **** , I can't take it anymore."

"Okay, okay." Gwen patted her arm reassuringly, "Maybe I can help you find Scabbers, Fred and George know that there isn't a single Hogwarts one. The mouse can't escape my palm. I'm better than Mrs. Norris in this regard." Seeing Hermione calm down, "Maybe when the rat is found, the dog can have a good date with Crookshanks. Luo En won't quarrel with you anymore, he's such an ignorant bad boy."

"Ron is as stupid as a dog." She defined it again in her mind.

The Fourth Annoyance:

How Gwen of Haikou can catch Ron's rat.

She decided to chat with her partners first. Of course, first measure how much their beautiful red hair has grown.

"An inch," Gwen put away the tape measure, "great, gentlemen. Now we can discuss how to catch Scabbers alive in such a large castle."

"Thank you, dear Gwen." Fred saluted exaggeratedly, "What a merciful decision you were to give him a life."

George also pretended to help his brother up, "Although we don't think it's necessary to catch a mouse that only eats and sleeps."

Gwen squinted and sneered at them, "Will Ron's big brothers pay for him a new mouse? I think they can go to Hogsmeade in a few weeks. , just right..."

"Make a mouse cage Gwen." The twins said tacitly.

Perhaps an enchanted rat cage would be a good idea, and that was on Gwen's agenda.

So, Gwen, who was promoted to the fourth grade, realized for the first time what it means to grow up involuntarily. In addition to class, she completed her and Katie's homework every day, and supervised the Weasley brothers in the Library review, but also from time to time to observe the dog's emotional life. Busy, too busy.

And Ron and Hermione's good and bad relationship is still causing her trouble.

Until the Quidditch match on the stormy day, at least a hundred Dementors attacked Harry amid the rumble of thunder. The boy fell hard from fifty feet.

"What happened?" Harry asked in a hoarse voice as soon as he woke up in a coma on the bed in the medical wing.

"You fell," said Fred, "there must have been—then—fifty feet."

"We thought you were dead," Arya said, shaking. Hermione let out a low, harsh sound, her eyes bloodshot. "But that game," Harry said, "what happened can we play again?"

"Digory caught the Snitch," George said, "right after you fell. He didn't understand what happened. When he looked back, he saw you fell to the ground , they were going to call off the game and try to do it again. But they won fairly, and they won with integrity. . . Even Wood admits that."

"Where is Wood" said Harry, suddenly realizing that Wood was not there.

"It's still raining," Fred said. "We think he's going to drown himself."

"Don't worry about him, Harry." Gwen stuck her head out of the visiting crowd, looking wet, "Katie is going to drown with him."

Harry buried his face between his knees, holding his hair in both hands. Fred grabbed Harry by the shoulders and shook it roughly. "Well, Harry, you've always caught the Snitch before." "There's always a miss," said George. "The game is not over," Fred said.

"Don't blame yourself, Harry. You're still our best Seeker." The team walked away, leaving trails of mud behind. Madam Pomfrey closed the door behind them, looking unhappy.

Fred and George wanted to make Harry happy, so the kind Gwen offered to find a way with them.

"You've been with us lately, Gwen," Fred pointed out.

"It's Wood's fault," Gwen admitted unceremoniously, "Now I understand, Katie is not marrying Quidditch, she is marrying your captain. "

Fred and George couldn't figure it out with their crude wizard heads: "Wood? He wouldn't love a girl if he fell in love with the Quaffle."

"I'd rather I be wrong, or the rain made them have a high fever that day." Gwen pouted, "But I'm sure Wood wouldn't kiss a Quaffle, right?"

"He could be—what? You said he kissed Katie..." Fred almost jumped up.

"...the back of Merlin's head." Even George had to admit that he had misread the wooden Quidditch captain.

"Okay, don't act like a first-year student. Gentlemen, you canceled today's review assignments to make Harry better." Gwen tapped his forehead with his wand. , "I think all he needs now is to go to Hogsmeade with his friends. Especially one last time before Christmas."

"Good way." George nodded, "Fred and I can get him a Christmas present." Then he gave his brother a look.

The other party has successfully received and is ready to try.

Bewildered Gwen couldn't help but ask, "What gift? I thought you'd just tell him a secret passage. I heard Harry has an invisibility cloak."

"Naive, Gwen." Fred raised his chin, "There is an Eastern proverb, give him a fish rather than give him a net."

"I thought it was better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish." Gwen interrupted his inappropriate academic display.

"That's what I mean, George and I will give him the secret to our success." Fred made a decision proudly.

Gwen, who later learned about the treasure, nearly got hit head-to-head in front of Filch's office, and she grabbed the twins by the neck and asked them why they didn't show her the Marauder's map.

"What a perfect, powerful, intelligent magic item that is! Four years! We've known each other for four years! You abandoned me for a bespectacled kid - an excellent invention Home!" she cried out from her soul.

Boys who don't know anything have to double review O.W.L.s to quench their friends' anger.

George has a long, long way to go

Gwen's 4th grade invention started with a few rat cages from Hagrid, although the new Professor of Conservation of Magical Creatures made it clear that she had these cages for the thugs Prepared, not a mouse cage.

So Fred and George