94 Diagon Alley

Now one person can have nine certificates! "

"This is what your letter says about O.W.L.s..." Fred grimaced.

"...you have to tell us in person?" George's nose wrinkled.

Mrs. Weasley, who came over with breakfast, snorted loudly, "That's right! I don't know what you're going to become. You don't have any ambition, you know it all day long. Fa'er got into trouble..."

The twins winked very quickly, and the tray in Mrs. Weasley's hand was wrapped around her.

"Okay Mom..."

“…save your sons some face in front of their classmates.”

The New Professor and the Triwizard Tournament

Gwen counted the time and felt that Garrick should also go home, so he stood up and brushed off the crumbs, and politely greeted everyone and prepared to say goodbye.

Mrs. Weasley was trying to stuff Gwen's robe pocket full of sandwiches, and the little witch insisted on returning with only the big fat cat and dog. Before stepping into the fireplace, she did not forget to turn around and shout to the twins,

"See you at school, friends. Your new hair looks great!"

Fred and George proudly shook their forced long hair, and Bill, who also had long hair, raised the corners of his mouth. Only Mrs. Weasley looked disapproving, she had long wanted to cut these heads.

By the time Gwen returned to the cramped Ollivander wand shop, old Garrick had been stomping around the room anxiously. He was relieved to see her come out of the fireplace, then took the wand and slapped the little girl in the back twice.

"Do you have to run out at this time? My old heart..."

"Sorry, Garrick, I have to go see George and the others." Gwen avoided his wand and supported the shivering old man. "And what about Dumbledore's side? Is there anything I can know?"

Out of breath, Garrick sat on the only bench and waited for his breath to calm down before picking a few things and saying, "It's just a few things, Fudge insists on doing that event. -Because he doesn't deserve the face of a few Galleons, strengthen security, Dumbledore hopes that I can check their wands properly..."

"Speaking of wands," Gwen hesitated for a moment, but told Garrick about Harry, "that Dark Mark was conjured from Harry's wand."

Old Ollivander almost jumped. Gwen reassured him and continued, "But I know it's definitely not Harry, he's the nemesis of You-Know-Who, how could..."

"...There were also many people who thought he could defeat the Dark Lord because he...was a more terrifying dark wizard."

"Impossible, Grandpa." Gwen said to the old man with rare solemnity, "Harry and I have been classmates for three years, and he is a righteous boy. You remember his wand, Holly. And I don't think he's particularly talented in the dark arts—even though he's just starting his fourth year."

"That's right, holly—often chooses a master who loves dangerous and noble tasks."

"The Ministry of Magic says an elf picked up the wand and made the Dark Mark, but I've seen Harry's wand and I feel like a wizard, one that doesn't mix with wands at all Wizard." Gwen thought of that feeling, and his expression of disgust came back. "Grandpa, I feel very bad."

Old Ollivander gently hugged her granddaughter who had not yet grown up, "Protect yourself, Gwen. Hogwarts is a safe place, as long as you go to school this semester and prepare O.W.L.s, stay away from that event..."

Gwen could have sworn she wouldn't take part in "that event", but she didn't think her two big friends would stay honest.

It's just that Garrick seemed to be engrossed in the conversation just now, and he went to the desk to write a letter - eighty percent to Dumbledore.

At noon the next day, Gwen ran into the Weasley twins in their car with a large package.

"Good day, Gwen." Fred shoved a large bag of clinking bags into the luggage rack, "Dad was recalled to the emergency department, and Mad-Eye thought that someone had broken into it. He's at home - he's too sensitive, I would say."

George also helped set up their cargo, "What did Bill say before we got in the car? 'You guys are going to have a really fun year, I might take time off to watch part of...', What's going on this year?"

Gwen was scratched by the little secret in his stomach, and he held back what he wanted to say with the biscuits that the twins just took out: "Don't ask me, tonight Dumbledore will announce, why don't you wait a little longer..."

Before he finished speaking, Gwen suddenly turned into a big canary.

"Yo—sorry, Gwen!" cried Fred, "I forgot—this is our enchanted custard cookie—"

Fortunately, in less than a minute, Gwen took off her feathers, and when all her feathers were gone, she looked completely normal again.

She was sullen, "I'm so stupid to eat what you guys brought out. What is this?"

"Canary biscuits!" Fred looked like a high-spirited salesman. "George and I invented it—seven silver cents a piece, so cheap!"

Gwen picked up another piece of surprise and observed, "Get Fred, don't try to cheat money from me. Transfiguration? Can you transform the human body before sixth grade? "

"Be careful, Gwen," George stroked his long hair saucy, "We're sixth graders tonight. Even though the biscuits only last a minute."

"If you don't set up shop in Diagon Alley, it's a blasphemy to the talent Merlin bestowed on you." Gwen spoke highly of this.

The twins looked at each other, "We do have such an ambitious plan." Fred was about to say something when George interrupted.

"But until then, we need something more competitive." George pressed Fred's hand and said.

"Okay," Gwen looked suspiciously at the twins, "it's between you Weasley brothers. But don't forget, I'm willing to help, anything."

While Fred was still hesitating, George opened his mouth again, "Of course, Gwen. Trust us, if necessary, we will definitely be the first to exploit you."

The Hogwarts Express finally slowed to a stop in the dark station. The door opened, and there was a rumbling of thunder in the air. They got off the train, heads bowed and squinted in the pouring rain. It rained hard and fast, like buckets of cold water pouring over their heads. Outside the station, a hundred horse-drawn carriages awaited them. Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville hurried into one of them. Gwen pulled Katie and the twins into the other car. On the way, she also made fun of Katie and Wood's romance.

"Oliver signed to be the backup goalkeeper for Puddlemere United," Katie said, with my man such a good nympho, "he invited me to the World Cup with me. I also His parents met."

Gwen never thought her friend was old enough to meet her boyfriend's parents, "So soon? I mean, you've only been in love for less than a year."

Katie glared at Gwen reproachfully, "How can love be measured by time?" She then looked at the twins with contempt, apparently Katie couldn't tell who was who," I'm going to be engaged to Oliver after I graduate. He'll definitely be an official goalie by then, and he can propose to me after a win..."

"Stop for now, Katie," Gwen covered her head, she didn't want to pour cold water, "I'm still shocked that Wood was in a relationship with my best friend, and now you Tell me, you're going to marry him after you graduate!"

Katie struggled, "Well, it's my own decision. But if I don't take the initiative, that guy is going to marry Goal."

"But you're only in fifth grade, and you still have to take O.W.L.s!"

"Don't worry, Gwen." Katie patted her friend with her Chaser force. "I've already figured out where I'm going - Ministry of Magic Sports."

Gwen grinned in pain, "I'm going to inherit the wand shop in the future—I've wanted to expand that little shop."

The carriage arrived at Hogwarts Castle. The few people who were about to be poured into chicken soup cast a drying spell on themselves before sitting intimately at the long table in Gryffindor.

"Why don't you see the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher?" Hermione said, looking at the teachers over there.

None of their Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers stayed for more than three semesters. Gwen's favourite so far is Professor Lupin, but he resigned last year. On the staff table, there is no doubt that not a single face is new.

"Oh, come on," sighed Ron, who was sitting next to Harry, "I could eat a hippogriff."

Dennis Creevey - the little brother of the photogenic Creevey - was also sorted into Gryffindor during the sorting ceremony, and the brothers looked equally enthusiastic and innocent. Gwen saw that they had the same jaw-dropping attention to Harry.

Finally, after the Hogwarts dinner and signature dessert, the last bits of the plate were gone, and the plate was clean and shiny again, when, Albus Dumbledore stood up again. The buzzing voices in the hall suddenly stopped, and only the pounding of strong wind and heavy rain could be heard.

"Okay!" Dumbledore looked at everyone with a smile and said, "Now that we are all full, I must ask everyone's attention again, and I have a few announcements to make. The gatekeeper. Mr. Filch wants me to tell you that this year, there are a few more items that are banned in the castle, and they are