94 hp Diagon Alley

Staring at Gwen, she immediately understood what the original intention of her "attack" was.

But he didn't say anything, and it only took a few seconds to figure out what spell Gwen used - by Mrs. Pince, the book was such an obscure spell that almost no one ever borrowed it. Book.Snape used the counter-curse so easily, and quickly calmed down Malfoy, who was looking grim.

After all this happened, Gwen didn't think her initial judgment was too wrong.Because if Snape knew that Gwen overheard their conversation, overheard their plots and missions, and attacked Malfoy.Then he can use at least ten methods to make Gwen disappear without leaving any bones.Gwen is well aware of the fact that judging a person's true position cannot be judged by what he has said, but by what he has done.Snape's actions just now can actually prove at least one thing, he is not a loyal believer of the mysterious man.It can even be considered that he is indeed doing things for the Order of the Phoenix.

So when Snape passed Gwen with the thin, pale, sleeping Malfoy in his arms, she asked another question that had tortured her all night.

"Professor, what are you going to do with your unbreakable oath?"

Snape stopped in his tracks, just turned his head slightly, and squinted at Gwen, as if she was a corpse with too many words at the moment.

"Does that quest have anything to do with the wand?" Gwen struck while the iron was hot, "but it can't deceive the Unbreakable Vow—"

"Your curiosity will kill you sooner or later, Ollivander." Snape's voice was like a cold snake on Gwen's skin, "Before I hold you accountable for using evil magic on my students, you should Running away like a mouse. Your kind professor warned you not to be smart."

After that, he moved his foot to leave, and Gwen wanted to speak again. This time Snape didn't even look back.

"Shut up, Ollivander. Forget anything you heard or saw today, including Dumbledore and your damn wand, stay away from Draco Malfoy in the future, it's not something you should worry about Things. Otherwise," he paused, "I promise you, the next time something happens at Hogwarts will be you."

Gwen fell down on the empty secret passage, feeling unprecedented fear.That fear comes from ignorance, and all the worst possible outcomes.She should have been relieved, because neither Malfoy nor Snape could count as enemies, but the Slytherin head's final warning told her bluntly - it was an extremely dangerous mission.If she got too deep, Gwen was sure she would probably die.

Looking at the torches crackling and bursting on the wall, Gwen had no strength at all, and she sincerely hoped that she would not remember anything tomorrow.

Frosty Christmas

After a morning of sleepless nights, Gwen remembered that she forgot to sign the detention list.It made her sad to think that Gwen would be left alone at Hogwarts this Christmas, with Garrick probably not even eating turkey.

After procrastinating and procrastinating, Gwen finally decided to knock on Professor McGonagall's door on the afternoon of the rest day. After all, staying at school is far better than returning to the cold Diagon Alley alone.

"Come in." Came the head of Gryffindor's steady voice.

"Sorry, professor, I want to add a registration to the detention list." Gwen rubbed her nose embarrassedly.

Professor McGonagall was a little surprised, she slid her eyes down and looked at Gwen, "As far as I know, Miss Ollivander, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley have declared to the school early in the morning, you and Potter Mister is going to their house for Christmas."

"Huh? But... I don't know..." Gwen stammered.

"It often takes a lot of time for owls to find Hogwarts recently," McGonagall lowered his head again, grading the first-year Transfiguration homework, "because our magic defense is stronger. Now that you know it, Olivan Miss De, why don't you go back and pack your luggage?"

"What? Oh, okay." Gwen was confused, and backed away from the office. "Merry Christmas, Professor."

"Merry Christmas, Miss Ollivander." Professor McGonagall raised the corner of his mouth slightly, buried in the bad reports of the freshmen.

After closing the door, Gwen finally remembered that she hadn't contacted her boyfriend for several days.She returned to her bed which was still warm, took out the retractable ear and cleared her throat while Ginny didn't know where she was.

"George? Honey?"

"You—a ruthless woman!" George gritted his teeth and complained, "It's been four days! My retractable ears are almost worn out!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Gwen bowed her head in a small way, "I just did something big."

"Oh?" George snorted eccentrically, "Let me guess, you blew up Snape's office?"

Gwen's molars went cold suddenly, "Not really, but I might have offended him—"

"How fresh! You haven't offended him in any semester, if that's why you snubbed your boyfriend..."

"—I undressed Malfoy," said Gwen quickly.

"Then you take me for a fool—what did you do?!" George raised his voice an octave. "Gwendoline Ollivander! What have you done!" came the sound of pots and pans falling on the floor, and Fred cursed.

"George, you almost ruined a hundred Galleons!"

"Never mind, Fred, my fiancée told me she stripped other people's clothes!"

Fred blew a loud slogan, and immediately moved his head to the retractable ears, "Are you going to abandon little Georgie, Gwen?"

Gwen sighed, "I just pulled off his sleeve to see if there was that mark."

Fred made a dissatisfied voice, and walked away without interest.George had stopped making a fuss, but he was still not very happy.

"Why are you paying attention to him, Gwen," said George. "Don't you also believe that Malfoy did what happened to Katie?"

"In fact, he has already admitted it." Gwen had mixed feelings, "I can't say too much now, I heard that Mrs. Weasley invited me to Christmas, maybe we can talk then."

"So you already know?" George was a little pleased. "Mother said the owl never sent the letter. I was going to tell you by stretching its ears."

"I'm glad, George, but it's so sudden." Gwen rubbed the corner of the quilt a little nervously. "Especially the two of us..."

"Don't be silly, Gwen." George persuaded her firmly. "Do you think I'll let you spend Christmas alone? We have to spend Christmas with our families."

Gwen felt warm from head to toe, half coquettish and half complaining, "My Christmas present is nothing special."

"Believe me," said George lightly, "your presence will make the Weasleys a lot of fun - Mrs. Weasley especially thinks so."

Gwen arrived at Hagrid's cabin early in the morning on the day he left school by train, with a little bruise on his face that his tiny giant brother might have accidentally touched.

"Merry Christmas, Hagrid." Gwen took out a box of colorful bird food and a big ox bone.

"Thank you, Gwen, come in." Hagrid turned sideways to let Gwen into the room.Fang rested his heavy head on Gwen's lap, nuzzling hard against the ribbon-bound bone.

"George certainly didn't expect these two little guys to be so beautiful." Hagrid clapped his hands, and two fierce-looking but beautifully colored birds reluctantly landed on his shoulders. "Look at them, they're all lime green. Yes. Flitwick cast the Silencing Charm for me, and they're the cutest little sweethearts now."

Although the fresh and gorgeous feathers made Gwen's eyes shine, the bitter and bitter expressions of the two birds told Gwen that they were not some damn sweethearts at all.

"That's great, I hope the slut bird likes this bird food." Gwen poked at the gift, "Hagrid, I need your help. I'm going to be a guest at the Weasleys this Christmas Do you want to pick some flowers around the forest and bring them there?"

Hagrid's beard moved, "Of course, of course. The Forbidden Forest is dangerous, but there are more beautiful creatures - and the Weasleys are really good people." After that, he withdrew his offer to treat Gwen to rock cakes hand, got up and put on the cloak, and led Gwen to the edge of the forest.

Gwen pointed to clusters of fiery red dwarf flowers and asked Hagrid what they were.

"Fireball flower." Hagrid slightly touched one of the blooming flowers with his hand. The red flower seemed to feel a little itchy, twisted and sneezed shyly, and golden sparks appeared between the petals. "Wizards call them fireworks from the ground."

Gwen felt that these flowers matched the Weasley family's red brains very well. It looked festive and lively, and she fell in love with it immediately.

"Can I pick a handful and take it away?" Gwen looked at Hagrid expectantly.

The tall professor scratched his head, "You have to be very careful, because they are very delicate, and they sparkle as soon as you touch them - they are actually pollen." Then he strode back to the cabin and took out a few yellowed Old newspapers and a fancy pair of scissors.In just three or two strokes, he cut a large handful of fireball flowers against the ground, carefully wrapped them in the middle of the newspaper, and reminded Gwen repeatedly not to itch them.

Gwen thanked him contentedly, dragged a small suitcase full of gifts, and took the Hogwarts Express train to London with flowers in her hands.

Mr. Weasley picked them up in a car whose interior was magically enlarged, and told Harry with a wink: "Sirius has recently entered a rebellious phase, almost as troublesome as the twins at ten.