94 hp Diagon Alley

Nothing. Gwen looked confused, "This is what makes me most angry, there is nothing!" "

"Are you sure?" Nobody else was that surprised except Harry, so the boy with glasses could only ask himself, "He might be hiding—"

"First of all, I almost rubbed his arms red," Gwen said ruefully, "Second, I don't think You-Know-Who would allow his minions to hide their identities. So even though I'm angry and hate Malfoy, he — at least for now — not Death Eaters."

Speaking of this, Gwen remembered Snape's warning that he asked himself to forget everything that happened that day, so Gwen must keep his mouth shut from now on and conceal the conversation with him.Since Harry had also overheard most of the conversation among the Slytherins, the discussion just now was not his fault.And on the premise that the secret of the fake wand cannot be revealed anyway, Malfoy's identity is the only information Gwen can share with her friends.

"I think we can reach a consensus that Malfoy must be up to something." Gwen concluded hastily.

"And Snape knew," said Ron.

Before the children could continue to argue about Snape's suspicion, the secret meeting was interrupted by the appearance of Sirius.He was pinching the back of a goblin's neck between two fingers in disgust, complaining to Harry that it had bitten his ankle just now.

"Did you knock it out, Sirius?" Harry asked, taking the unconscious ugly thing.

"The Stunning Spell, of course," Sirius looked at him reproachfully, as if he had asked such a disrespectful question, "every student should be proficient at using the Stunning Spell before going to Hogwarts."

Everyone else in the room stared at the ceiling speechlessly, not wanting to start a conversation with Blake, the child genius.While Fred and Sirius were discussing how to entertain the unwelcome "guest", George and Ron began to question Gwen.

"Tell me now," Ron closed his eyes and began to imagine, "how did you catch Malfoy?"

Gwen patted George on the shoulder, "The perfume bottle from the Weasley joke store, plus the powerful calming potion stolen from the medical wing." She danced and gestured, "I only sprayed it twice, and he passed out .”

"So how did you punish him? To avenge Katie." George knew Gwen well enough to know the bad thoughts in her head.

"A nightmare spell, very ancient, but very effective." Gwen hesitated a little, and described Malfoy's performance, including his pale face, twitching body, and drowsiness that radiated fear from the inside out.

Ron put his hand on his stomach contentedly, as if he had just enjoyed a big meal and was thinking about it with his eyes closed.

George looked at Gwen worriedly, then whispered, "You pity him?"

Gwen shook her head quickly, but knew that it was impossible for her to pretend to be in front of George, so the two left the Burrow tacitly and walked towards the garden.

The cold wind in the evening woke Gwen up suddenly, and George picked up his scarf from the door and wrapped it around her.

"I don't like Malfoy at all," Gwen said. "He bullies the students, speaks ill of the Weasleys, and only calls Dad when things go wrong. He's the last person I'd ever consider a friend."

George took her hand and listened silently.

"But I made him dream about the thing he was most afraid of," Gwen stammered, "and it was him yelling don't hurt them. You see, George, even the most annoying guy has someone to protect."

"You think Malfoy is afraid of the mysterious person hurting his family?" George was a little surprised. In his opinion, Malfoy should be a bad boy who enjoys the care of his parents without gratitude; or, like his father, he worships Voldemort from the bottom of his heart. power and pure-blood theory.

"I think so," said Gwen, "to be honest, it's not exactly good magic, and I'm not very proficient in ancient spells. So I dreamed about his fear that night, and You-Know-Who killed him in front of him." His parents died."

George stopped in his tracks, hugged Gwen tightly for a while, and then whispered in her ear, "Does he remind you of Garrick? Gwen."

"He made me think a lot." Gwen said sullenly, buried in George's arms. "I admit for a moment that he, like me, was worried about his family. If Garrick's life was threatened , will I be desperate to save him? Even if I need to do things I don't want to do..."

"We will do everything we can to save him," George patted the back of Gwen's head, "we. But we also know that there are some things that must never be done, at least you will not hurt other innocent people to save Garrick. This is You have different choices from him."

"But it's hard to say he's completely wrong." Gwen sighed. "That's what confuses me. I thought Malfoy was supposed to be the complete opposite of us, and it turned out he loved Weasley just as much." looking after my own family. I'm dizzy, George."

George took Gwen's face in his hands and kissed her lightly. "What a complex creature wizards are. We can always find similarities in other people, but we can never fully understand other people."

The snow outside is getting heavier.

"You're right." Gwen looked into George's shining eyes, "I'll never be real friends with Malfoy, but before he's completely turned bad, according to Dumbledore, he's still a Pure soul."

"And my advice, ma'am," said George, putting his arm around her shoulders, "leave that brat alone, Harry said he'd tell Dumbledore anyway. You've got to make it through your last year, hey, Frey De and I want to open a branch in Hogsmeade. Don't tell anyone else, it's a surprise."

"I didn't know your business was so booming." Gwen was terrified, "Hogsmeade stores are not cheap either."

"We want to buy Joko's storefront," said George happily. "He's afraid to open a store now. Then the students can have some fun while they're at school."

Gwen shook her head, "I know at least eight girls this year who plan to use your product to give Harry a love potion."

George looked happier, "Yeah, Wonder Witch is our very profitable series." Then he touched Gwen's cold fingers and said go back. "Because at dinner we both—"

"What are we going to do?" Gwen looked up sharply, almost knocking George's chin.

"We both have to tell everyone the good news," he said, running his nails across Gwen's ring finger, which wore a sparkling engagement ring.

The Weasleys and their guests were sitting in the living room, which Ginny had decorated so colorfully and with flowers that it looked as if a piece of garland had exploded.Only Sirius, Fred, Harry and Ron know that the cherub on top of the Christmas tree is actually a garden gnome.It was the one that Sirius had stunned, painted gold and tucked into a tiny tutu with tiny wings glued to its back, glaring at them from the top of the tree.It was the ugliest angel Gwen had ever seen, with a big bald potato head and hairy feet.

They would all have to listen to the Christmas broadcast of Mrs Weasley's favorite singer, Celestina Warbeck, who sang softly from the big wooden radio.Fleur seemed to find Celestina very boring. She was talking loudly in the corner, and Mrs. Weasley frowned and kept adjusting the volume with her wand, making Celestina sing louder and louder.Under the cover of a particularly jazzy tune, "A Pot of Hot Love," Fred, George, Gwen, and Ginny played crack and pop.Ron's eyes kept sneaking at Bill and Fleur, as if trying to learn some tricks.Lupine looked particularly haggard. He sat by the fireplace, staring into the depths of the fire, as if he couldn't hear Celestina's voice.

【Oh, come and stir my pot of soup.

If you do it right, I will make a burning love and be with you warm tonight. 】

"We used to dance to this music!" Mrs. Weasley wiped her eyes with the wool she was knitting. "Do you remember, Arthur?"

"Huh?" said Mr. Weasley, who was dozing off peeling satsumas, "oh yeah...what a tune..."

He tried to sit up straighter, and turned to look at Harry sitting next to him.The two started talking in low voices.

Celestina has started singing "You Hooked My Heart With Magic".At this moment Lupine, with his back to the fire, joined their conversation.

[...Now you have torn it, please give me back my heart! 】

Celestina ended her singing with a long high note, loud applause came from the radio, and Mrs Weasley clapped excitedly too.

"It's over?" Fleur said aloud, "Thank God, it's so ugly—"

"How about a drink?" Mr. Weasley asked loudly, jumping up. "Anyone want eggnog?"

Then everyone, including Fleur, got eggnog handed out by Mr. Weasley.Gwen just blew up a bunch of cards, stopped playing and pretended to study the magical radio with interest. At this moment, George saw something on the Weasley family clock, and suddenly stood up and pulled Gwen away. .Said next to her ear: "I must hurry up, otherwise today's good show will be staged by a different person."

The tall red-haired wizard tapped the glass with a small spoon and cleared his throat, "Family, friends, and those who are neither family nor friends... People, I have an important announcement."

Everyone in the living room looked at him and Gwen.

Gwen thought that George would use the rhetoric and long paragraphs like Dumbledore, but he just put it down