94 Diagon Alley

Sleep together…”

“…The two of us too.” George commented calmly.

"What's the difference then?" Gwen said without hesitation, and then almost fled, grabbed the sleeping bag and got up and walked away, "Today, the third floor is the empty classroom, wait until Fred wakes up. Come and make a cage together."

George pursed his lips and patted his belly.

"How about that?" His brother finally couldn't hold back, and repeated viciously in George's ear, "Our little George still has a long-very-long way to go. "

Empty classrooms on the third floor.

Tooth, riveted and gnawed at the legs of the table. All the desks and chairs in the classroom were spared, and the initiator sat on the bookcase against the wall.

"I can't figure it out." Gwen shrugged. "This beast doesn't listen to me, and it's not easy to use even a curse."

Fred and George had no choice but to step on the cage alone with a black face, while the other hurriedly threw a dung ball into it. The crazy iron cage finally closed his mouth, as if he was full. It seems that the taste of the dung eggs is not good enough, and I vomited a few times.

"It's terrible," Fred wiped his sweat, "you actually took Ron's book cover alive and put it outside the cage. Oh, no wonder Mom always said, don't mess with it witch."

George reached out and grabbed the little witch on the bookcase. Next, Gwen seemed to want to step on the table to borrow a force, but her foot slipped and fell directly on George.

She stuck her head in his chest and hit her own nose, and now two nosebleeds are dripping down George's robe.

"Ow...the second time, Miss Gwen." George, who supported the witch, clutched his chest and said weakly, "Three years later, how can you still hit my bone accurately? superior."

Gwen hurriedly patted George's chest (?), and after confirming that he was not fractured, he stopped the bleeding first, and skillfully cleaned George's robe.

Fred muttered dissatisfiedly, "Did anyone notice there's a poor Weasley here? Sweet young people with nosebleeds."

Under the eyes of the two of them, Fred scratched his nose guiltily and pointed to the quiet cage, "Okay, let me, the only sensible person in this room, let me get down to business. Gwen, your recognition spell doesn't seem to mesh well with the cage's beast coat."

"Or because there's nothing but this little mouse in the classroom," George tilted his head to Gwen, "there are only desks and chairs, and the not-so-smart rat-trap thinks this pile of rotten wood is edible into the stomach."

Gwen stunned and took a step forward, "That's right, gentlemen. I think we should improve the spell and book cover first, and then get some little guys to experiment with. Help me and Luo Thank you, I'm sorry I opened his book."

George blushed and squeezed a sharp voice between his teeth: "Of course, if you have to take your foot off my foot."

Gwen only seemed to find herself stomping on George's shoe and covering her mouth pretentiously, "Look what I've done? I'm such a bad witch, you don't blame me Right, George." She asked sincerely, blinking her wet eyes.

“…will not.”

The reason for the reconciliation was actually him?

Gwen is determined to speed up the development of the mouse cage because she has just watched a big show in the Gryffindor common room.

Harry finally got back the fire that had been checked in and out by the professors that afternoon, while Hermione was writing a long paper on arithmetic and divination and a longer Muggle study paper. Gwen is helping Fred recite the eighteen common herbal exams for herbal medicine, while also overseeing George sorting out the lives of ten of the greatest wizards in modern magical history.

"Wizards live too long." George frantically pulled his long red hair.

Gwen was about to quarrel habitually when a muffled shout came from the stairs of the boys' dormitory. No one spoke in the entire common room, and everyone stared at the door in horror. The hurried footsteps got louder and louder - and then Ron jumped into everyone's sight, with a sheet covering him.

"Look!" he growled, striding to Hermione's desk, "Look!" he shouted, shaking the sheet in front of her.

"Ron, what-"

"Spots! Look! Spots!"

Hermione avoided Ron, completely overwhelmed. Harry looked at the sheet Ron was holding. There's something red on it. It looked horrible, like—"Blood!" Ron yelled in the panicked silence. "It's dead! Do you know what's on the floor?" "No, I don't know," said Hermione, her voice shaking. Ron threw something on Hermione's paper. Hermione and Harry leaned forward. Scattered over the grotesque, long, pointed writing were long strands of **** cat hair.

The first thing Gwen thought at the time was that luckily it wasn't the dog's hair. Merlin knew how worried she was that the dog would kill for the girl she loved.

But Ron and Hermione's friendship ended there.

Ron was angry that Hermione never took Crookshanks' intention to eat Scabbers seriously, and never bothered to look closely at Crookshanks. And still pretending to think Crookshanks was innocent at the moment, he suggested that Ron go to find Scabbers under all the boys' beds. And Hermione said furiously that Ron had no proof that Crookshanks ate Scabbers, those yellow furs may have been there since Christmas, and since Crookshanks jumped on Ron's head in that magical zoo Ron has been prejudiced against her cat since that day.

"Okay, Ron. Haven't you been talking about how nasty Scabbers is," Fred said cheerfully, "and he's been dead for a long time, he's consuming a little bit Ah. It's probably better for it to die soon."

"Banban just eats, sleeps, sleeps and eats all day long, Ron, that's what you said." George said.

"He even bit Goyle for us once!" said Ron miserably.

"That was its greatest moment," Fred said, smiling. "Let the scar on Goyle's finger be a permanent memory of it. Gwen can help you catch a new mouse."

Gwen was still at the other end of the table comforting Hermione, she felt like an old mother who was heartbroken about the dog, and the fat cat was barely in front of her now. Hearing Fred's words, she leaned her head in disapproval and said to the boys, "Of course I'll help, but Ron, maybe Scabbers is still alive, don't be too pessimistic. The three of us," she said, pointing Pointing to the twins, "I've made a gadget, and I'm still a few steps away. I promise there's no rat cage better than that. As long as Scabbers shows up at Hogwarts Castle, I'll take it to you."

Ron didn't believe Scabbers could survive under Crook Pass, while Hermione frowned at Gwen's "betrayal". This made her quickly take her stand, "I swear by the dog, the house cat - including the cat lily - is fed by the pixie every day, maybe Crookshanks will run after Scabbers, but it must not be Will eat mice." Then she jabbed George with her elbow, signaling him to add fire.

"What? Oh, yes, Banban is too old to taste good..." George muttered as he nibbled on the drumstick.

George's fire of persuasion was a bit intense. Anyway, Ron and Hermione had no intention of reconciling. So Fred and George had to do everything they could to get the cover of the monster book to fit the mouse cage perfectly, and perfect the spell to identify the little creature. Gwen worked for two hours to find the Flying Spell, which summons living creatures, from an ancient book of rune spells in the library. This primitive spell was more powerful and effective. They had just managed to get the salamander that Fred stole from the class, intact and accurately, into the cage. Bite off the tail.

Gwen is very satisfied, and the chanting sound of the rat cage when it is summoned is simply too imposing.

The Weasley twins declined to comment, but they were keen to point out some issues.

"Scabbard is a sly mouse." Fred pointed critically to the quiet cage.

"Cunning and flexible." George also raised his hand in agreement, "A mere confinement spell is not enough."

Gwen held his chin and thought for a moment, "Maybe add some tranquilizers to the cage? Madam Pomfrey should have quite a few..."

The twins felt that Gwen wasn't bold enough, "If I say, just apply the water of life and death. That rat will bite, if it wants to bite the cage and escape, it can taste the taste of lethargy. "

"Gentlemen, it's a sixth-grade N.E.W.T. course, and it's very complicated and error-prone." Gwen's eyes widened.

"Hermione can make compound decoction in the second grade." Fred blurted out, was beaten by George, and he showed an expression of injury and grievance.

"Gwen is great too." George turned his head away from his brother's weeping eyes.

"Thanks, George." Gwen didn't think there was a problem at all. "I'm definitely not as good as Hermione. I haven't seen a little witch as smart as her in years. But I must admit, I and Like you, you have no talent in potions class. Maybe your potions talent for mischief is much better than mine."

After being praised, Fred immediately returned to his original state, "Then what are you waiting for, go to the medical wing to steal tranquilizers."

An hour later, Fred, who sacrificed himself and pretended to be crazy, was helped by George and drank