94 Diagon Alley

One set is at least six inches shorter, can't believe how you grew so fast? ? What colour do you want? "

"Buy him red and gold to match his badge." George said with a smirk.

"What's with him?" Mrs. Weasley said absently, rolling up a pair of maroon socks and placing them on Ron's pile of clothes.

"His badge," Fred said, as if a long pain was better than a short one, and said it all in one breath, "His lovely, new, shiny prefect badge ."

Mrs. Weasley was still thinking about the nightgown, and it took a while before she understood what Fred was saying.

"His?? But?? Ron, shouldn't you?"

Ron raised his badge.

Mrs. Weasley let out a scream. "I can't believe it! I can't believe it! Oh, Ron, that's amazing! Prefect! Everyone in the family is a prefect!"

"What are Fred and I? The next door neighbor?" George said indignantly, his mother pushing him aside and wrapping her arms around her youngest son. George walked towards Gwen angrily, and the little witch warned him with her eyes, but George was unmoved, pretending to cry, buried his head in Gwen's neck, and took a bite in retaliation.

"How happy your father heard! Ron, I'm so proud of you, what a delightful news that you might be like Bill and Percy in the future What about the President of the Boys Student Council, this is the first step! Oh, there have been so many troubles lately, I didn't expect such a good news, I was so excited, oh, Ronnie—", Fred and George are both in Wayne There was a loud retching noise from behind Mrs. Sley, but Mrs. Weasley didn't notice. She wrapped her arms around Ron's neck tightly, kissing him from side to side, and Ron's face flushed brighter than his badge.

Mrs. Weasley kissed Ron again on the cheek, sniffled loudly, and hurried out of the room. Fred and George exchanged glances.

"You don't mind if we don't kiss you, Ron?" Fred asked in a frightened voice.

"We can curtsy if you like," George said.

"Oh, shut up!" said Ron, glaring at them angrily.

"Otherwise what?" Fred said, with a wicked smile on his face, "Will we be locked up?" "I'd like to see if he dares." George chuckled.

"If you're not careful, he can!" said Hermione angrily.

Gwen rarely stood in front of the twins, protecting the two boys who were much taller than her like an old hen, "Hey, this is their last at Hogwarts. A year—no one can stop me from dating!" she said viciously.

Fred and George laughed and Ron whispered, "Don't say that, Hermione."

"George, we can be more careful in the future," Fred pretended to be trembling, "Are these two people staring at us??"

"Yeah, our days of breaking the law are coming to an end." George said and shook his head. With another deafening pop, the twins Apparate with Gwen.

"You two ignorant red hairs!" Gwen groaned in the twins' bedroom, enduring the swirling disgust, "Teasing both Ron and Harry!"

"What are you talking about?" Fred raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction, "Of course we are on Harry's side!"

"But he doesn't look good at all," Gwen said aggressively.

"He's not going to be mad," George said. "He's got so many names—Boy Who Lives, Triwizard Champion, and he's had a fight with You-Know-Who. What's the length, only Percy and our little brother Ronnie will take it to heart."

Despite what the twins said, it seemed to Gwen that they were happy for Ron to be a prefect—and more so to make fun of him.

"Hopefully," Gwen sighed, "you three brothers' emotional intelligence is worth three teaspoons." After meeting George's puffy face, she touched and returned Tooth marks on some itchy neck, "You're a spoon, honey."

Shy misunderstanding and new semester

Gwen thought she'd be back at Ollivander's wand shop before school started, at least to say hello to old Garrick? As a result, until the last week of August, on her birthday, Garrick gave Gwen a present, and then said in a vague letter that he had been very busy lately, and that he had asked the Weasleys to send Gwen to school, and he let Gwen go to school. Gwen don't worry and look forward to spending Christmas with her.

Birthday in Grimmauld Place was a wonderful experience, Sirius graciously lent the attic to the children - it used to be Buckbeak's bedroom, today this proud Hippogriff The winged beast was led downstairs by Sirius. Mrs Weasley made Gwen a big cake and made a chocolate wand on top of it. Tonks casts a good luck spell on Gwen after the Society of the Phoenix Council.

"Can I understand that this is a blessing from the Nymph fairy?" Gwen touched the hot top of his head.

Tonks was so disgusted that his hair turned green, "Please, don't make fun of me, I'm not a little fairy by the side of a mountain spring."

Lupin also came over to raise a glass to congratulate Gwen at this time, but he almost choked when he heard this sentence - it seemed that he was laughing again.

Not even Professor Snape rolled his eyes to Gwen today.

After a small and crowded celebration, everyone went back to their rooms to rest. A drunken fox flew into the girls' room in a daze, and fell in front of Gwen with a squeak.

“What is that?” Ginny asked.

"Nothing." Gwen quickly hid the note.

Ginny clicked, "Gwen, the only wizards in the whole house who are interested in foxes are my twin brothers."

Gwen's face is hot, she can't get used to it, the Weasley family is in the house, she wants to secretly go to tryst with George, "Since you are such a smart witch, please remember to cover I."

After a while, until the old house was quiet, Gwen crept up to the attic, she was frightened by Buckbeak's big eyes in the dark.

"Come on, it's almost midnight." George stuck his head out from behind Buckbeak.

"It's too dangerous," Gwen murmured, "your mom and dad live downstairs—"

"Bow first, darling." George stopped Gwen from a distance, and finally, with Buckbeak's permission, the two leaned against its thick feathers, through the small square of the attic Looking at the moon from the window.

"You haven't asked me for a present yet." George seemed to endure it for a long time.

That's because I don't want you to spend money, Gwen thought, knowing that at Order of the Phoenix Command, Weasley's mail-order business was piling up, and for safety's sake, They won't be mailed from Hogwarts until school starts.

"I'm ready," George said, "so you can't say no."

He took out a notebook from under Buckbeak's belly, in hard lambskin dyed red, with delicate bronzing lace, and a big, bold G.

"Look, I made this myself." He cracked his mouth, revealing a row of white teeth.

Gwen pressed the corners of his mouth hard, took the notebook unceremoniously, and was pleasantly surprised to find that there was George's handwriting on the parchment inside.

Gwen turned a few pages, and it said "You should give your boyfriend a kiss today", "When you write this page, George will be extra nice to you today", "Surprise! You have the best batter at Hogwarts!", "My dear, Mr. George Weasley is sending you a bouquet of flowers today".

After reading a few pages, Gwen couldn't bear to open it again, this should be her future fun, and she can't spoil herself in advance. She finally stopped suppressing her emotions, giggled, and gave George a big hug, "Oh, you're my smartest and sweetest little cookie."

"I'll allow you to eat a small cookie." George looked righteous and pouted, then pouted.

At three o'clock in the morning, Gwen returned to the bed in the dark. Although she was careful, she was still greeted by two excited little witches.

"What are you doing!" Hermione asked solemnly, but there was a sly light in her eyes.

"Look at the moon." Gwen also answered with a serious look.

Ginny and Hermione teased her for a while, then they both sighed inexplicably, and went back to their respective beds sadly.

It is impossible to sleep, so the witches simply talked about emotional topics in the middle of the night. Gwen had to admit that the two girls flanking her were probably the smartest witches in Gryffindor. Under the pressure and inducement of the two, she revealed all about how she pursued George last year.

"I feel hopeless," Hermione said. "It's the exact opposite of what I imagined."

"Alas, boys." Ginny shook her head, lost in thought.

The next morning, sleep-deprived Gwen finished her breakfast and helped Mrs. Weasley wash the dishes as usual. As a result, Hermione grabbed it and buckled it in front of the dining table.

"What does this mean?" Gwen looked puzzled at Hermione and Ron, who were sitting across from them, and George, who was captured by Fred.

"An important negotiation," said Hermione, and brought Crookshanks to the table.

Sure enough, the dog also jumped up and circled the **** female cat with its tail erect.

"Miss Ollivander," said Hermione darkly, "as the parents of both parties, this