94 hp Diagon Alley

The best flavor she has ever tasted.

In the afternoon, Sirius tried almost all the Weasley products that Gwen brought.The two nanny witches were unkempt, as if they had lost half their lives, and only the black-haired "little boy" was in a happy mood.

It was getting dark, Tonks looked a little serious for some reason.She glanced furtively out the window, then waved her wand.A gigantic silvery-white quadruped emerged from the wand and raced swiftly into the night.

"I have to send a letter to Moody and Kingsley," she explained.

"Is that a Patronus?" Gwen had heard of messages being delivered this way.

"Yes." Tonks shut his mouth tightly.

Gwen thought it was funny and wanted to tease her, "I think it looks like a big dog."

Tonks got goosebumps all over his body in disgust, "Stop, Gwen, Sirius is my cousin."

Gwen was a little disappointed, and felt that the four-legged animal looked familiar.After a while her eyes widened and she looked at Tonks in disbelief.

"Don't tell me—oh, my God, Tonks." A pink blush crept across Gwen's face.

"Whatever you're thinking, stop. I know what's going on in girls your grade." Tonks, cheeks sunken, kicked the edge of the carpet with the toe of her leather shoe.

"You're so brave," Gwen said firmly, and sure enough Tonks' attention was drawn to her. "I mean, I think I've seen that animal. When I was in fourth grade..."

Tonks shifted his gaze to the moon outside the window.

"... Let me think about it, did I just catch up with a professor's transformation..." Gwen said reluctantly.

Tonks rushed over and covered her mouth.

"Shut up, Gwen, stop laughing at me," Tonks said ruefully.

"Why am I—uh—laughing at you?" Gwen struggled excitedly. "I admire you like you're an Auror!"

"Then you can put away your admiration," Tonks said dejectedly, letting go of his hand. "Because obviously, this is not the happy ending you were expecting. Now, we have to watch Sirius go back to his room and sleep."

Then she fled the hall as if fleeing, and pulled Sirius by the sleeve to force him to turn off the light immediately and go to sleep.

When the movement on the fifth floor quieted down, Tonks leaned on the sofa with his head covered.

A large silver lynx lightly jumped in from the window of Black's old house.The patron saint opened his mouth wide and said in a thick and slow voice, "The task is over, they got him."

Gwen's scalp tightened, and the unease that had been going on throughout the day was stronger than ever. She turned slowly to Tonks: "Now you can tell the truth, Tonks. Why am I here?"

Ollivander: Crafted wands since 382 BC

"You know I can't say a word." Tonks no longer forced a smile, her face was serious, "And I must promise that you can't go anywhere tonight."

Gwen looked into Tonks' eyes, disappointed, "Do you think I'll just stay here? Or are you going to tie me up? Knock me out?"

Tonks said nothing, but the resolute look on the female Auror's face told Gwen that if she had no choice, she had to.

Gwen stood up anxiously, then was pulled back onto the sofa by a force, and then she found that her wand had been taken away by Tonks with the Disarming Charm, and she was stuck in place unable to move.

"This is all to protect you, Gwen," Tonks said apologetically, "I'll take you back in the morning, okay?"

"I don't want to be protected like this!" Gwen cried. "Don't treat me like a child. If anyone wants to attack us, I should take my wand and fight them instead of hiding in a dark corner—"

"It's all a plan, we have to make sure—" Tonks also said loudly.

"—Then tell me!" Gwen struggled, "Tell me your plan, I can help! At least don't keep me in the dark, every day before going to bed, worry about what bad things will happen the next day!"

Tonks suddenly calmed down, and then said to Gwen word by word, "Didn't you see what happened the last time Harry wanted to help?" She pointed her finger upstairs, her eyes were red as she spoke "Because you're immature—the grown-ups have to be careful to keep you from getting hurt when you think you can help, and clean up the mess that your self-righteousness caused—if you ask me how I know, because I'm not mature enough either! And it's all at someone else's expense!"

After speaking, Tonks closed his eyes and did not open them for a long time. "Listen, Gwen. This is a huge plan. Dumbledore and many people in the Order of the Phoenix have been preparing for this for a long time. We have no other chances. There is no room for error."

Gwen kept her mouth shut, trying not to imagine anything that might happen.Tonks was right about one thing, if she was running around like a headless chicken, it would do no good except to vent her inner panic and anger.Gwen didn't close her eyes all night, and Tonks seemed to be afraid that she would run away desperately, or maybe because she was worried about her, so he stayed on all night.It was just dawn, and Tonks somehow obtained news from other members, returned the wand to Gwen, and took her back to Diagon Alley.

Gwen's legs gave way when she showed up at Ollivander's wand shop, and if Tonks hadn't scooped her up, she might have fallen to the ground.

However, it was as if everything had happened in the store, with wand boxes piled high up to the ceiling, a bare bench, and even the small oil lamp on Ollivander's workbench was still sizzling.

Only the old man with the white hair was gone, as if he had just been away.

Gwen groped upstairs and downstairs to make sure that Garrick had really disappeared.With the last hope, she crawled back to the small space under the counter, and looked up to see an envelope pasted above.

With trembling hands, Gwen opened the envelope three times before tearing the envelope into shreds, reading a letter that seemed to have been written for a long time under the dim light.

"To my dear Gwen,

I really hope you find this letter, because if someone else came across it, the envelope would burn itself, and that would only make you more flustered.

Good boy, you are probably very angry and anxious right now.But I want you to know that these are all things I am willing to do, and I must do them.I can't explain too much, but you need to take it all slowly.Because you're a brave, smart, and sometimes overly perceptive little girl.

You and your dad are alike in a way, although I never told you that you have a disease called risk taking.And that's what worries me.The thrilling stories you bring back from Hogwarts every year worry me, an old man.What should I do if you leave me like your father?As an old thing, burying a pair of sons and daughters with his own hands is enough.So I made a plan early on to take you far away, as far away from danger as possible.But when Dumbledore gives you a chance, you choose the hard, right path with little hesitation.I am proud of you and ashamed of myself.

I've often wondered if I could make a great, unique wand for Ollivander?Turns out I couldn't, but my wand has been used by countless great wizards.Then I realized that no matter how powerful the wand is, the most important thing is the person who owns it.Do you understand, Gwen?

So that the wand does not become the executioner's knife henceforth, I would like to help that old friend.

I'm not a hero, Gwen, never was, and I'd even say I'm a coward.But as ordinary people, who says we can't contribute?

Good boy, good boy, don't worry about me.Wait patiently, we will usher in the day of victory.

Love your grandpa. "

When George burst into the wand shop, it was Gwen huddled under the counter, weeping at the parchment.Tonks, who was always talkative, refused to explain much, and only told him that Mr. Ollivander was missing.

He held Gwen in his arms and patted her on the back like a crying baby.Until another voice appeared in the wand shop.

"I think Miss Ollivander is willing to accept my apology." A soft voice came from the fireplace at No. 1 Diagon Alley, "Can we go to the second floor?" Dumbledore stepped out of the green flame .

George hesitated, wondering if he should let Gwen go, but his little girlfriend pushed him out from under the counter after wiping her tears and snot all over his brand new dragonskin coat.He gave Dumbledore an ugly smile.

It was only half a month since Gwen last saw Dumbledore. The great white wizard seemed to have grown old and thin, so that the crooked nose looked more obvious.But the headmaster still looked at her with loving eyes, "Then, Tonks, I think you can go back to rest, and I will be responsible for Miss Ollivander's safety. As for Mr. Weasley..."

George looked at Gwen uneasily, and finally said that he was staying on the first floor, not going anywhere.

Dumbledore graciously agreed to his stay.Then walk up the stairs under Gwen's guidance.

He sat on a small antique sofa, and thoughtfully conjured up a tea set.Gwen couldn't drink it anymore, so she warmed her cold fingers with a hot teacup.

"I have to start by saying sorry, Gwen. I lied to you, even though it was to make you