94 Diagon Alley

Clothes, walked into the common room, and stopped suddenly not far from Harry.

"What are you guys doing?" he said.

"What does this have to do with you?" Harry shouted, "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

"I was just worried, didn't know you—" Ron stopped and shrugged, "It's nothing. I went back to sleep.

"You just want to sneak around, don't you?" Harry exclaimed. In fact, he also understands that Ron doesn't know what he accidentally messed up at all, he understands that Ron didn't do it on purpose, but he doesn't care about anything - at this moment, he feels that everything about Ron is so annoying, from head to toe, Including the few inches of bare ankles under his pajama pants.

"I'm sorry," said Ron, his face flushed with anger, "I should understand that you don't want to be disturbed. Well, I'll get out of the way, and you can go ahead and perform your next interview in front of them. ."

Gwen doesn't know what's going on between them, but the two were affectionately sticking together last week, and now they're so quarrelsome that Harry doesn't even want him to know about Sirius At this.

The empathetic George - at this point Gwen began to think he was caring again - hurried forward and hooked Ron's neck, who was barefoot and in some skinny pajamas, look Go up dumbfounded.

"Come on, little Ronnie, let's go back." He turned back and gave Gwen a wink, "Your good brother has something to say to you."

Gwen didn't want to stay any longer. It seemed that Sirius was going to teach Harry how to use the eye curse, and George was gone, so she didn't need to freeze in the lounge.

Gwen got up and tapped the fireplace with his wand to make the fire a little bigger.

"Don't be angry, Harry. Ron will figure it out." Gwen had a little more confidence in Mr. Weasley, "I'm sorry we disturbed you." She looked apologetically at Sirius, "I think I need to remind you again, I hope I think too much. I think Professor Moody is a little strange. If according to you, he is the best Auror, then his teaching method is very good. A bit too aggressive." Maybe Harry could have a good discussion with his godfather, "Also, his wand is weird, not like his own..."

Sirius stood up abruptly, staring at Gwen like a beast.

"I hope I'm wrong, after all, Marauder's Map tells me that he is indeed Alastor Moody, in the office on the third floor." Gwen stammered, she Already a little regretful of accusing the professor, "but I feel bad, Harry, the same as last time in the Chamber of Secrets—very bad."

Sirius retracted his skeptical glance and said to Harry, "Leave this to me and Dumbledore, Harry. What you have to do now is to live until Tuesday night - from the dragon's claws Down."

Gwen nodded to the two and went back to the dormitory.

By the time Gwen was back in bed, roommates Katie and Ginny were already asleep. She tried to recall what had happened this evening, certainly not Mibu Mibao or Snape. It was George by the lake, and she couldn't drive George's bright eyes and firm gaze away from her mind at all. And then that long kiss.

Gwen thought of this and took out a jelly from the snack box beside the bed lightly and sucked it in.

"It's not right." She shook her head, "It seems that I can only study with George tomorrow."

At this moment, a clumsy figure jumped onto the bed and almost broke Gwen's leg.

"Dog!" Gwen whispered, "Where did you go!"

The fat white cat wagged its tail smugly, then turned its belly to Gwen to see.

She took out a small tattered note:

"I wish you have me in your dreams.

Good night my little girlfriend. "

Alas, Gwen sighed contentedly, the love-hate boy.

Bagman's Secret & Winky's Secret

Bagman's Secret & Winky's Secret

Gwen was finally back at the Gryffindor table after a week, causing Katie and Ginny to look back at her. Even Fred rubbed his eyes when he saw Gwen.

"Guess what?" George sat down next to Gwen, "I picked this up on the way here?" Then he shoved something into her arms quickly.

Gwen was still a little awake, she was about to enjoy a rare full British meal, and she picked up the thing that George picked up.

"A flower?" Gwen tilted her head.

It was a flower as red as his hair, Gwen couldn't name it, so he lowered his head and sniffed. At this time, the petals suddenly unfolded, and inside was a little flower demon the size of a fingernail. It raised its head to look at Gwen, took off its hat and saluted, and then said loudly, "Ma'am! You look so good today!"

Gwen blushed, hurriedly gathered the petals back and carefully tucked them away, then patted George's thigh slightly reproachfully, and whispered: "You are really lovable like."

Ron's jaw was about to fall to the ground, and Hermione might be able to use her eyeballs that fell under the table to help find it.

Fred's face was calm, only George knew that he was stepping on his feet.

"Sorry, bro." George whispered triumphantly, "I'm having breakfast with my girlfriend. You'll get your feet off- ow!"

Fred had shot Gwen with gritted teeth, "You bad witch, you stole my dear Georgie from me."

"If I were you, Fred," Gwen gracefully sliced ​​open a mushroom and motioned him to look across the table, "will tell Angelina which Weasley you are first—or else She might turn down your next date invitation - I assure you, she was just staring at me."

George poured Gwen a glass of pumpkin juice solemnly, "Honey, you can call me Fred if you want."

Gwen couldn't take it anymore, she took an apple back to George, "Don't do this, George. Your brother is about to vomit."

After class, Gwen found George who was waiting for her at the door.

"Ah," she exclaimed happily, "great! I was just looking for you?" Then she turned around and didn't see Fred's red head." You're not together? I want to talk about Mr. Bagman."

George's face fell, and Fred came out of nowhere.

"There is an empty classroom on the third floor." He said impatiently, "George will tell you what happened."

Gwen thinks Fred is like a little guy who will stay and watch the fun.

The three found the secret and empty classroom, and Gwen cast a soundproofing spell.

"Actually," George said with difficulty, "Fred and I were at the Quidditch World Cup with Bagman. We bet Ireland to win, but Krum would catch Live the Snitch."

Gwen, who had no interest in Quidditch at all, didn't realize what that meant.

"You lost?" she asked.

Fred rolled his eyes: "For Merlin's sake, you're the girlfriend of the second-best hitter at Hogwarts—"

George interrupted him immediately: "—everyone knows I'm the best hitter. No, Gwen, we won—"

"—at great odds," said Fred displeased, "but the fool paid us the Leprechaun gold coins he picked up from the Irish mascot of."

"The leprechaun's gold coin? What's the matter?" Gwen's mood was up and down like a Muggle roller coaster, and he was tossed by the twists and turns of the plot.

"Then," said Fred impatiently, "the gold was gone, wasn't it? By the next morning, not even the shadow!"

"So we're going to write him a letter and tell him he's made a mistake, and maybe he'll give us the money back," said George limpingly, noticing that Gwen was tight. Lips - this is a harbinger of anger.

"How much did you press?"

"We put on thirty-seven Galleons, fifteen siko, three nut and a fake wand." Fred counted with his fingers.

Gwen's chair creaked, "It's just too much—"

George hurriedly pulled her down and reassured, "Don't be mad at us, Gwen." She must be as averse to gambling as her mother.

Gwen gave him a strange look: "Why am I mad at you? I mean Bagman—too much, isn't that kidding?" She began to scold him : "He's still the head of the Ministry of Magic's sports department? Gambling in public? Isn't that illegal? What if he rigged the game?"

Then she angrily glared at the two Weasleys: "If I tell you, you're not too smart! You two are underage, he can default because of this - age Too young to gamble - in the end you won't get a single nut."

Gwen got up and paced, "I don't think writing a letter helps either."

Fred looked annoyed, and George whispered beside him, "I told you that would make it seem like we were blaming him."

"Because he's a complete asshole!" exclaimed Gwen, "he can deny it, ignore it. And you're foolishly falling into the trap—even though your good fortune makes you Guess the result of the game correctly!"

Fred was kicking the legs of the table irritably, "So what can we do? Gwen, we've put all of our money into it!"

Gwen tickled his teeth with hatred, tried to calm himself, and asked a question: "He is an official of the Ministry of Magic, why would he take such a great risk to deceive your Gallen? His The salary should be enough for him to splurge? Or, he just cheated on you? Or all