94 hp Diagon Alley

Ill, it's better not to go back to Hogwarts, and stay with Mr. Ollivander at Aunt Muriel's house for a while.

Dobby looked at his friend apologetically with his big glass bead eyes, but kept his mouth tightly shut.

"You see, it's punishing itself," said Harry. "Someone must have ordered it to keep the secret."

"I think it's clear," said Hermione. "Dobby has no master. He's free. No one can stop him unless he doesn't want to." She pushed the two of them away from Shell Cottage before saying softly, " I guess it's the Hogwarts portrait - Phineas Nigellus said Dumbledore could walk between the portrait and the chocolate frog."

Maybe, Harry still had a glimmer of hope.He believed more that a living Dumbledore sent Dobby to his aid.

In April, there was a lot of wind.

"I saw two magpies flying past." Gwen, who was cleaning the table, shouted at the counter, "It's early in the morning, chirping."

"You're as noisy as a magpie," said Aberforth mercilessly, poking out a gray head from behind the counter. "If you have time to enjoy the scenery outside the window, you might as well bake the bread."

"We haven't had a visitor in weeks, Aberforth," Gwen pouted.

"The bread is for that Longbottom boy." Aberforth cursed, "I suspect they have a dragon in the school, how can it eat so much?"

Gwen hesitated to tell him that Hogwarts actually had a dragon.

"More and more students are moving directly to the Room of Requirement." Gwen lowered her voice a little. "I can't believe Mrs. Longbottom—she runs so fast and her legs are more nimble than mine."

"Augusta is an extraordinary witch." Aberforth nodded reluctantly, "Except for being overly worried about her grandson, she is at ease now."

"... Dawlish lost one front tooth by her, it's so ridiculous." Gwen covered her mouth and snickered, and looked out of the window when she heard something, "Look, there's another couple, there's already a couple in front of the door this morning. Four magpies flew over!"

"I don't think there's any good news at this time of day—hell!" Aberforth was startled by the sudden appearance of George Weasley, and the glass heavily stained with wine fell to the floor.

"Who brought the good news before me?" George grinned and helped the poor store manager pick up the wine glass, "Gwen, honey, you have to come with me."

"Where are you going?" Gwen walked over and squeezed George's wand to confirm it was him.

"Go to where I live." George looked around the store, then bowed his head and said, "Someone wants to see you."

"Who is it? Why don't you come to the Pig's Head Bar—" Gwen's heartbeat quickened a little, and she changed her words when she saw Aberforth's angry look, "Well, our store manager said that we can't just let anyone come to the store."

"You won't regret it." George took her hand, showed her the note with the address of Aunt Muriel's home, and then waved his long arms to say goodbye to the shop owner, "I'll take her away, Ah No."

Aberforth didn't look up, but Gwen swears she saw him rolling his eyes. "Go, all go. Hogwarts brats have to eat my dry bread today."

"I'm sorry for them," said Gwen, close to George's bald left ear. "If there was a fight between Aberforth's dry bread and Hagrid's rock cakes - whoever would win."

After another unpleasant apparition, George took Gwen to a large country house.

"Are you here?" Aunt Muriel put her hands behind her back and looked at the person with scrutiny, "Is she just a little girl?"

"No, Aunt Muriel." George said cheerfully, "This is my fiancée."

Gwen quickly pulled out a polite and sweet smile, but the next second he put away his smile because of the old man's words, and put on a serious look again.

"I hope she's not the guy who sells your goods." Aunt Muriel said, "Your weird things are in the back room."

"You've misremembered," said George. "It must be Fred's girlfriend."

"George is right, Aunt Muriel." Gwen nodded, "I am a very decent witch."

"Gwen!" A red-haired witch jumped out from a room far down the corridor, hugging her warmly, "You're finally here—"

"Long time no see, Ginny." Gwen had a little difficulty breathing, but she also hugged her friend tightly, "I have to admit, I feel much more at ease knowing that you will not return to Hogwarts after Easter." Then whispered in her ear, "Now they're all huddled in the Room of Requirement for the night."

"Mom and Dad won't let me go back." Ginny gritted her teeth, "I'm still looking for a chance—"

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley showed up just in time to interrupt her dangerous plan, and Fred was picking on George for using his brother as a shield.

"You'd never guess there's anything good—" said Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley was delighted too.

"Hey!" George stopped her. "I haven't told her yet. It's a surprise."

Several people gathered around the fireplace, and even the elderly Aunt Muriel insisted on waiting here.The flames crackled in the nearby fireplace.The front door slammed and everyone turned their heads and pointed their wands at the door.

"Should they be here so soon?" Fred asked Mr. Weasley over his shoulder.

"No, and Bill will Apparate directly onto the steps." Mr. Weasley looked a little grave. "Who is it?" he called.

"It's me, Remus Lupine!" cried a voice over the howling wind.

Gwen was confused, and it seemed that Lupine was not the person they were waiting for, because this Order of the Phoenix member often went to the Hog's Head Bar to find Aberforth at night.

"My wife's name is Nymphadora Tonks. You are the secret keeper of this house. You told me this address and told me to come over in case of emergency!"

"Lupine," grunted Arthur, running to unlock the door.

Lupine stumbled through the door, pale and wrapped in a traveling cloak, his gray hair disheveled by the wind.He stood up, looked around to see who was in the room, and was slightly surprised to see Gwen.Then cried out, "It's a boy! We named him Ted, after Dora's father!"

The witches all screamed.Gwen and Ginny started to circle the hall with their hands.

"Tonks — Tonks is born?" said Mrs. Weasley excitedly, "God, I've got to write her and tell her my mother's secrets, or she'll be exhausted by the baby. "

"As a witch who gave birth to a pair of children at once, Mom has a position to say so. But I guess Tonks will not be too easy." George joked.

"It's born, it's born! There's a baby!" cried Lupine.There were cheers and sighs of relief around the fireplace.Gwen and Ginny both screamed, "Congratulations!"

Fred said, "My God, a new baby!" as if he'd never heard of such a thing before.

"Yes—yes—a boy," repeated Lupine, seeming to be beaming with delight.

"Who does he look like?" George asked.

"I think he looks like Dora, but Dora thinks he looks like me. Not a lot of hair, he looked black when he was born, but I swear he was ginger in an hour, and probably golden by the time I got back Yes. Andromeda said Tonks' hair started changing color the first day after he was born." Lupine smiled.

"Merlin," Gwen said with a sore nose, "he's a Transfiguration Magus."

"A lucky little wizard." Ginny rubbed her eye circles. "Professor McGonagall will definitely like this student—a natural transfiguration expert."

"Dora and I have decided to make Harry his godfather," said Lupine. "His care for Sirius is enough to make him a great godfather."

"Let me give you a suggestion." Mr. Weasley looked at the clock on the wall and patted Lupine on the back vigorously. "If you have time, go to Bill's."

"Perhaps... but I have to go to Mad-Eye's first," said Lupine at last.He stood up and wrapped his traveling cloak around him. "Goodbye, goodbye—I'll try to bring some pictures in a few days—they'll be very happy to know I've seen you—"

After fastening his cloak, he said goodbye, hugged the ladies, shook hands with the gentlemen, still smiling, and returned to the windy outdoor.

"This is really... great news." Gwen took George's hand and leaned on his shoulder.

"Another one?" Aunt Muriel's voice broke her emotion, "Another Weasley."

Two figures flashed in from outside the door, and it was Gwen's turn to open her eyes wide this time, throwing George's arms and ran to the hall.

"Is that you? Grandpa?" Gwen hugged Garrick excitedly, and the old man patted her on the back, as if she was still a small child.

Then Gwen's joyful emotions were replaced by violent anger and heartache, "What did they do to you—how... how could you..."

For over a year, Garrick looked ten years older.

"You don't have any flesh left on your body." Gwen choked up, stroking Mr. Ollivander's arm up and down. "The Death Eaters must have used the Dark Arts on you, the Cruciatus Curse? Damn..."

"Relax, Gwen." Garrick chuckled, "I'm fine. Now, we have to say hello to our kind master—I saw old Mrs. Muriel."

"Yes... yes... God, it's all my fault, I'm so excited." Gwen said incoherently, "I learned how to cook several dishes. We have a long time to find a way to make you stronger."

"That's how it should be."