94 Diagon Alley

You are at best 'able' to fly. "Fred unceremoniously pointed to the crux of the matter.

"If you're worried about that," Angelina, the tall witch, came over and put her hand on Gwen's shoulder. "Olivander may not be the best flyer, but she could take your batter's spot—"

"—Only in every match against Slytherin." Gwen added.

"Yes. I think we need a rougher-"

"—You could say dirtier—" Gwen said with a grin.

"—the batter, provided you at least fly decently." Angelina looked at Gwen warningly, then walked away gracefully.

"So," George looked at Gwen and Broom with interest, as if they shouldn't be in the same picture. "Angelina fell in love with you because of your violent hitting?"

Gwen raised her head proudly, "While you were negotiating the big deal, Katie took Ginny and I to a small informal audition. To be honest, I flew badly. Got it, but the Bludger was under my bat and at least three boys were blown away."

Fred recalled Harry's description of Gwen: "She was as brute force as a Muggle shot putter". Then he looked suspiciously at Gwen's thin arms. "Well, I think we and Katie can help you with at least Ron's flying ability on the court."

"Who is the other batter?" George asked.

"They haven't settled yet, probably Andrew Kirk and Jack Sloper." Gwen put the broom back in the broom shed, and retreated the twins to the fifth meeting of the D.A., where they Today it's time to practice the Obstacle Mantra and the Iron Armor Mantra. "None of them are very smart. I don't think anyone can do as well as you guys, but I probably only need to play two games, and my goal is to make sure that kid can't get the Golden Snitch—"

“—and bruised—” George said.

"—why not break a rib?" Fred gave a better suggestion.

It only took Gwen three nights to regret the bad idea he came up with in his blood.

"Every day!" She returned to the girls' dormitory in the rain, "Every day I have to fly in the cold wind of the Scottish Highlands - the **** Quidditch House Cup, does it have to be arranged in winter? "

The same shivering Katie and Ginny looked normal, "In order for you to keep up with Angelina's training faster, we must ensure that you spend an hour on the broom every day." You have to keep from falling off the broom in this weather."

Gwen took off her soaked robe and gave the two girls a thumbs up, "I respect you. And again I don't think Quidditch is my sport. But don't worry, for George's sake And Fred, I'll have Malfoy digging his teeth."

After the last D.A. activity before Christmas, Harry promises to teach the Patronus Charm after school starts, which makes Gwen jump for a while. So far, no Defence Against the Dark Arts professor has taught her how to use the Patronus Charm—she was supposed to learn it before her O.W.L.s exams last year, but the fake Moody, True Death Eater crouch apparently won't teach them Noble spell.

However, late that night, McGonagall hurried into the dormitory wearing a plaid dressing gown, her glasses on the thin bridge of her nose.

"Miss Weasley, please come with me." There was some anxiety in the serious Gryffindor Dean's voice, and Ginny, who was half asleep, didn't know what to do. Gwen and Katie rolled over simply, one helping Ginny find her shoes and the other putting on her gown. Gwen also conveniently hid a retractable ear in Ginny's pocket. Thanks to Miss Hermione, the know-it-all for help. Now this little prop has been able to hear the conversation clearly on and off.

Gwen and Katie watched the red-haired witch go down the spiral staircase barefooted, and Katie told Gwen that the Weasley twins were waiting for Ginny in the lounge. The news made Gwen's hands and feet cold, and she quickly dug out the other telescopic ear from her suitcase and poked the small meat ball with her wand. Professor McGonagall's voice came from far and near.

"Mr. Potter saw that Mr. Weasley was injured." She then stopped answering further questions and repeatedly reminded the three students to keep quiet in the hallway until they said The name of a candy, Gwen guessed, had made it to the principal's office.

"Harry—what's the matter?" Ginny asked fearfully. "Professor McGonagall said you saw Dad hurt—"

"Your father was injured while working for the Order of the Phoenix," Dumbledore said before Harry could speak. "He has been taken to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries. Send you back to Sirius's quarters, which is more convenient than the Burrow to get to the hospital, where you will meet your mother."

"How do we get there?" Fred asked worriedly, "with Floo powder?"

"No," Dumbledore said, "Floo fans are not safe at the moment, the Internet is being watched. You need a port key." He pointed to the innocent-looking one on the table. Old teapot. "Now just wait for Phinea Snigellus... I want to make sure there's no danger before I send you off—" The old principal stopped suddenly, Gwen thought that the telescopic ear was broken, and held his breath and stuck it to it. After a moment, Dumbledore's voice sounded again. "It's Fox's alarm, and Professor Umbridge must know you're not in bed... Minerva, go and get her out of the way—whatever the excuse—"

After a rustling and screeching electrical noise, Harry and the Weasleys should be heading to Twelve Grimmauld Place via the port key.

"What's the matter?" Sirius' familiar voice asked anxiously, "Phineas Nigellus said Arthur was seriously injured—"

"Ask Harry." Fred said, or at least Gwen thought so, since Fred was often the first to speak.

"Yes, I want to hear that too," said George.

"Yes—" Harry began, and he seemed a little embarrassed to say it, "I seem to—have a dream..."

London is too far from Hogwarts, and the telescopic ears are a bit intermittent at this time. Gwen could only hear Harry's dream of seeing Mr. Weasley in "On Duty" being attacked by a large snake - if she's not mistaken, that snake belonged to You-Know-Who.

"Is Mama here?" Fred asked, turning to Sirius.

"She probably doesn't know yet," said Sirius. "It's important that you get out before Umbridge interferes. I think Dumbledore is informing Molly."

"We're going to St. Mungo's Hospital," Ginny said anxiously, "Sirius, can you lend us some cloaks or something—?"

"Wait, you can't rush to St Mungo!" said Sirius.

"Of course we can," Fred said stubbornly. "He's our dad!"

"How do you explain that you knew Arthur was injured before the hospital notified the family?" said the only adult wizard present.

"What does that matter?" George said fiercely.

"It does matter, because we don't want to say that Harry can dream of thousands of miles away!" Sirius raised his voice, "Do you know what the Ministry of Magic will do about this?"

Gwen was both angry and nervous. On the one hand she wants to yell to let them pass, their dad's life is at stake. On the other hand she realized that Harry's special abilities probably didn't bode well - how could he see that?

Ginny said, "It was told to us...heard it elsewhere...not to mention Harry..."

"Who said that?" Sirius said impatiently, "Listen to me, your father was injured while working for the Order of the Phoenix, which is suspicious enough in itself, and adding him The children of the Phoenix would know the situation in seconds, and it would seriously damage the Order of the Phoenix—"

"We don't care about some stupid Order of the Phoenix!" Fred exclaimed.

"Our father is dying!" cried George.

"I know it's hard, but we all have to pretend we don't know yet, don't be impatient, at least wait until we hear from your mother, okay?" To Gwen's surprise, Little Not only was Sirius not angry, his voice was firm and calm.

The telescopic ear was quiet after that, Gwen guarded the telescopic ear, anxious and tired. In the end, she stumbled and fell asleep against her fleshy ear.

It seems that after a long time, there is a loud noise in the telescopic ear.

"Not Dumbledore's handwriting—must be your mother's letter, to—".

Gwen was startled and half sat up in a hurry, she noticed that George now had the letter.

George tore and read: "Dad's alive. I'm going to St. Mungo's now. Stay there and I'll report as soon as possible. Mom." He paused, "Alive..." He Say slowly, "But it sounds..."

When Katie's alarm clock passed 5, Gwen heard a new sound in the telescopic ear.

"He's out of danger." It was Mrs. Weasley, her voice weak and tired. "He's sleeping. We can see him together later. Bill's with him, he's taking the morning off. already."

Gwen, who was finally relieved, slept for two hours and went to class with heavy dark circles under his eyes.

"Gwen, Gwen!" Gwen, who was dozing off in the history of magic, heard a voice coming from his pocket. Seeing that all around her classmates were sleeping, she secretly reached out and took out the telescopic ear.

"Who's calling me?" she whispered into her ear, then put her head close.

"Look, I knew it was her..." "Be quiet, they're inside..." "You obviously have retractable ears that don't have a meat cord, why didn't you use them to steal