94 Diagon Alley

Drifting past with a book, "Maybe she wants to take the opportunity to hide from some bad guy?"

At this time, Harry returned to the common room from outside, and a surprising figure appeared with him.

Sirius poked his head around the warm Gryffindor lounge, then tapped Harry on the shoulder at the door.

"Don't worry, Harry. I'll talk to Dumbledore again," his expression was a little mixed, as if worried about his godson and proud that he had been chosen to be a warrior. "The fat lady won't let me in, so bye."

Harry nodded worriedly, saying goodbye to the godfather. Then explained to Ron and Ginny, "He said Dumbledore acquiesced that he would stay and give me special training - as long as it didn't break the rules."

Ginny looked very excited, and said that all three schools hope to win the championship, which means that everyone will try their best to take advantage of the rules of the game.

Ron looked even more angry and stomped back to the dormitory stupidly.

George waited in front of the burning fireplace until curfew and did not see Gwen, so he slumped his shoulders and went back. He lay back on the bed, took out the parchment and wrote a small note. Written and stroked, stroked and written.

"Yesterday's kiss felt good." - This makes you feel like a hooligan.

"I didn't mean that, Gwen. I'm afraid you've been dazed by the Ecstasy." - I think you're in a daze.

"I don't hate you." - okay, she'll really hate you after seeing it. George kept denying himself.

Only one short line left at the end:

"Gwen, I'm always available if you'd like to talk."

Gwen waited until after the curfew, and knocked on the portrait of the Fat Lady under the banner of being punished by Snape for labor. Creeply slipped back to the dormitory. Then I saw a big white fat cat lying belly up on his pillow.

Gwen rubbed the dog twice, and it barked in dissatisfaction. Then a note appeared from his folded belly.

Gwen opened it and glanced at it, raised his wand and burned the note, and the sparks went to the dog, scorching one of its beards.

The little witch picked up the fat cat with both hands and looked at it, threateningly: "Honey, if you still want to fall in love with Crookshanks, don't help him bring news. Otherwise I'll lock you in the boys' dormitory."

The dog shook three times. Tiantian called out a "wang", indicating that she would never betray her master (and lover).

Disturbed night

It's been seven days since she was in Professor Snape's office, and Gwen can now even appreciate Slytherin's unique "dark humor", if she feels Snape is in a good mood, Occasionally I can talk to him a few times.

But apparently, he's generally not in a good mood. In particular, Sirius recently moved into Hogwarts Castle and refused to allow his godson to go to the "Snotling" to participate in any potentially dangerous detention.

For example, today, a beautiful Sunday, a professor with a terrible low air pressure is beating and beating in the office. Gwen decides to take the initiative to say hello after being affected by a lower grade Gryffindor paper.

"Professor, who is messing with you again?" She was still squeezing pus from Mibu Mibao.

"Shut up your boring curiosity, Ollivander." Snape said in a softer and more sinister voice, then he looked at the girl and decided to use his prejudice of equality of all beings Doubt her. "Unless you broke into my office and stole your poor professor's personal stash."

This was something Gwen didn't expect, but someone who could do something like stealing potions - either the twins or Harry and his buddies - but Gwen decided to take it back . No matter who did it, the one who suffers underground now is herself, and she doesn't want to be angered.

"It's strange, after all, not everyone can appreciate the true joy of potions and the value of your personal hoard." Gwen imitated Snape's tone, which was her groping. the best way to communicate.

Sure enough, the old bat professor calmed down, and it was rare that he did not increase Gwen's labor tasks.

"I find myself being too kind to you for your insatiable greed to get gossip from me." Snape hissed viciously.

Gwen closed his mouth immediately, and kept squeezing the abscess in his hand, still guessing what potion material was missing.

She still chose to go to the kitchen secretly instead of going to the auditorium for dinner with others.

"Good night, Dobby, Winky. Can I have a sandwich?" Gwen sat in his old seat and greeted the familiar elf.

After a while, the elves brought a plate of sandwiches stacked high.

"Thank you." Gwen happily began to eat, and by the way inquired about the most well-informed magical creature at Hogwarts. "Do you know who's been in Professor Snape's private storage room lately? It's that small, narrow door with a disgusting collection inside."

Dobby said quickly with big ears, "Dobby knows! Professor Snape, and some of Slytherin's students - Malfoy, Nott..." He read out A long list of names, most of which Gwen didn't even know.

"Okay, Dobby," Gwen decided to narrow the description. "Did someone sneak in? It looked suspicious, without Professor Snape's permission." Then she pondered for a moment, adding On two suspects, "like the Weasley twins or Harry."

"The great Harry Potter!" the elf retorted loudly: "Of course he doesn't!"

"Then..."

"It's not Wei Zai's brothers!"

"Who is Wei Zai?" Gwen wondered whether to laugh or cry.

"Harry Potter's Weeping—the Weeping who gave Dobby his sweater." Dobby pulled the shrunken dark purple-red sweater he was wearing over his shorts .

The sweater looked familiar to Gwen, probably knitted by Mrs. Weasley herself. Ron should have sent some clothes to the house-elves under the coercion and inducement of Hermione.

"Dobby, Winky. Can you help me keep an eye on Professor Snape's office if you're not busy?" Gwen finished his last sandwich, "I wonder who's going in— I actually want to know more about what that guy stole. Because this is my last day in jail." Then she patted Dobby's little head, "You know, Harry's going to have a game, in case any other school's People want to do evil..."

"Dobby will help Harry Potter! Never let anyone hurt him!" Dobby patted his chest vigorously. Twinkle still looked sad.

At this time, another person entered the Hogwarts kitchen.

Gwen must admit that George Weasley is a rare wise man when he is not stupid.

The tall, thin, red-haired teenager was standing bewildered at the kitchen door, while Gwen's mouth was half-open, and there were crumbs at the corners of his mouth.

After a moment of silence, George finally murmured, "...I guess you might be here..."

Well, Gwen thought, you told me how to scratch a pear into the kitchen.

George did some psychological construction for a while, and finally summoned up the courage to say, "Gwen, are you free now?" He seemed to be afraid that Gwen would be unhappy, so he hurriedly used the gentlest voice to slowly Said, "We can go for a walk, there's still half an hour before the curfew..."

Gwen folded her arms and raised her eyebrows, she almost slipped under the table just now, and was found after only a week.

"I don't feel the need to take a walk." Gwen wanted to say that she had just survived the pus from Mibu Mibao when she hiccupped.

The elves are so happy, this is the best compliment to their labor. They also kindly gave Gwen an after-dinner mint.

George was delighted, too, and they had a good reason to go for a walk.

Only Gwen wanted to cry and laugh, and wanted to find a mouse hole to crawl into.

Then she was pulled out of the castle by George holding hands. Under the cold wind in November, the two walked to the Black Lake.

"Did you know Ron and Harry quarreled?" George said in the silent moonlight.

Awesome, Gwen rolled his eyes inwardly, this is the first thing you said to me after the Cold War for so long? She shook off George's dry, warm hand and turned to go back.

Of course, another big hand grabbed her arm.

I hate Quidditch, I hate Oliver Wood. Gwen gritted his teeth.

"Wait, Gwen. I mean, as Ron's older brother, I'm definitely better than him." "So I've been looking for you for several days, and I really can't stand the misunderstanding between my friends without explaining it. So I want to apologize to you as soon as possible, like a real man."

Gwen almost bit his lip, that's right, George. I want to fall in love with you, you treat me as a brother?

She turned around and squeezed a sentence between her teeth viciously: "So what? Your way of showing masculinity is - learn to bow your head before your brother?"

George scratches his hair annoyed, as if he has said the wrong thing again. "I'm sorry, Gwen."

Gwen was choked with anger at his words, as if he had eaten a whole Hagrid's pumpkin, scratching his heart.

"Sorry, Gwen." George glanced down at Gwen with his sparkling eyes.

"I'm not deaf, you said it again." Gwen said angrily.

"I can say it a thousand times because I'm really sorry, I screwed everything up." George sniffed, not sure if he was cold or really excited, "I'm an idiot."

"Five points for your self-knowledge?" Gwen felt that he had learned badly from Professor Snape these days.

"You can deduct points for me at will in your heart,