94 hp Diagon Alley

- at least in Gwen's opinion - deftly operating an uncanny array of domestic magic.

A knife for cutting vegetables by oneself, a frying pan for turning over by oneself, and eggs queuing up to jump into the pan.

If it weren't for the friends who were still worried about the road, Gwen would have liked to admire it with her face in her arms.

However, until the breakfast was cooked, they did not appear on the distant Ferret Mountain.

After only a few hours of sleep, Mr. Weasley woke up the children in the camp.He magically retracted the tent and packed it into a backpack, and they left the camp as quickly as possible.

In the twilight of dawn they walked through the village of Ottery-Saint-Catchpole and down the wet path towards the Burrow.Everyone seldom talked along the way, because they were all so tired that they just wanted to have breakfast quickly.They turned a corner and the Burrow loomed, and there was a shout from the path.

"Oh, thank goodness, thank goodness!" said Mrs. Weasley, who had apparently been waiting for them in the front yard, running towards them, still wearing the slippers she had worn in the bedroom.She was pale and nervous, clutching the crumpled copy of the Daily Prophet.

There was also a sorrel-haired witch who was slightly taller than her, and George recognized who it was almost immediately. He stopped and turned to ask his twin brother. "Am I mistaken, or is that our busy man Gwen?"

Fred said sourly, "I saw that too, you're not crazy."

"Arthur—I'm so worried—so worried—" Mrs. Weasley put her arms around Mr. Weasley's neck, "You're all right," Mrs. Weasley muttered in shock, and let go Mr. Weasley, looking at them one by one with a pair of red eyes, "You are all alive... oh, son...".

To everyone's surprise, she grabbed Fred and George and gave them a hard hug.She pushed so hard that the twins' heads banged together.

"Ouch! Mom—you're strangling us—"

"I yelled at you before you left!" said Mrs. Weasley, bursting into tears. "I've been thinking about this! If You-Know-Who takes you and my last words to you To call you out for doing magic tricks? Oh, Fred...George..."

"Okay, okay, Molly, we're all safe and sound." Mr. Weasley reassured her, pulled the twins out of her arms, and led her towards the house. "Ah, Miss Ollivander." He asked the question everyone wanted to ask, even if it was a bit blunt. "How did you come here?"

"I...I'm a little worried about them," Gwen vaguely scratched at the pile of red heads and Harry and Hermione, only to realize that Sirius was actually standing next to Harry, "It's too vague in the newspaper..."

Mr. Weasley took the paper from Bill and hurried through the first page, Percy looking over his shoulder.Black also looked at the "Daily Prophet" with a solemn expression. He greeted everyone, comforted Harry in a low voice, and disapparated in a hurry.

Gwen was about to make some strong tea for everyone, when George grabbed the teapot, and with two or three strokes of his secret wand, floated it over the table.

"You came by yourself?" George looked Gwen up and down, and Gwen stared at him carefully.

"Fortunately, you are all right." Gwen finally felt relieved.

"We're fine, but you're doing it again, Gwen." George frowned. "What did you promise me in the hospital wing at the end of last term?"

"Come on, George, I just put one foot in the fireplace in the shop and one foot out of your house. And I'm not locked behind the fireplace wall."

After speaking, the two of them were silent for a while, and then burst out laughing together.

George wrapped her in his long arms, and Gwen felt that she had never been hugged so many times in her life.

"Well, Gwen, thank you for agreeing to my invitation." Then he looked around the Burrow, "and no presents."

"Actually, I did," she said, pulling out a white creature as fat as a pillow from her bulging wizard robes.Then he ran to find Hermione.

"Dog!" Hermione yelled happily, and she took the fat cat with difficulty.

"He's so blue this holiday season," Gwen looked at the dog pityingly, "you know who he's thinking about."

"Crookshanks is probably out in the garden," she said, "chasing the goblin, he's never seen anything like it before."

Gwen gave the dog a wink and allowed it to continue pursuing the ginger kitten.

After a while, Gwen saw Crookshanks and the dog outside the window. They were running around the garden in a hurry, with their bottle brush-like tails sticking up high, and they were chasing something.The thing was sticky with mud, like a potato with legs.Not ten inches tall, his stiff little feet clattered across the garden and into a Wellington boot scattered by the door.Crookshanks stuck a paw into the boot, and the goblin giggled wildly inside.The dog barked happily outside.

Ginny groped over from the side, "Gwen, will you be staying here tonight?" She was a little taller than before, with beautiful red hair that shone softly.

"I can't, honey," said Gwen regretfully. "I sneaked out while Mr. Garrick was out, and to be honest, I should have gone back when I saw you were all right."

"Well," Ginny was a little disappointed, "I thought we could have a bedtime talk tonight, between the girls."

"When you get back to the dormitory," Gwen promised, "we can chat every day."

Gwen felt a little strange when she saw Harry's expression was particularly bad.Just taking advantage of the lack of dinner and when the adults were busy talking about business, he dragged the twins to find three little friends.

"Harry, I thought you had a great holiday?"

"It's really good," Harry nodded. "Sirius' house is very interesting. I've seen a lot of old pictures. I also played Quidditch with them a few times, except for his house-elf..."

Gwen felt that his voice was getting weaker when he talked about Quidditch and elves.Only then did Ron and Hermione learn that the Dark Mark of the World Cup actually came from Harry's wand.The suspect is the house elf of the director of the International Department of Magical Cooperation.

"It's a big joke." If she hadn't heard it with her own ears, Gwen would almost have thought it was some cheap rumor. "Why does the elf have to cast spells with a wizard's wand - just for the skull of a You-Know-Who? I don't remember that person treating elves very badly."

"Yes!" Hermione agreed loudly. "Elves have been exploited, especially around that time."

Both Ron and Harry showed pained expressions, as if Gwen had brought up a sensitive topic that shouldn't be mentioned.

"I can look at your wand for you, Harry." Gwen diverted her attention in good time, although she didn't know who she had offended. "If your wand is used by another wizard - or elf - for something bad, it will affect you too."

"That's right," said Fred and George, shoulder to shoulder, "Miss Ollivander has been doing her holiday hard work, checking her wands every day."

Upon hearing this, Harry handed Gwen his wand that had been seen by many people, and reminded her specifically, "They have used the flashback curse."

Gwen wasn't surprised. Of course the Ministry of Magic would investigate the vicious spell.She raised her wand and turned it over before her eyes, examining it carefully. "Holly, eleven inches long, with a phoenix's tail."

Then, seeing that no parents were paying attention, she quickly fiddled with a baton, and the wand spewed out many red and golden sparks.

"No big deal, Harry," she said, "but I don't think it was an elf who cast a spell with this wand last time."

Now everyone is a little excited.

"How do you know it's not Winky?" Harry couldn't help asking.

Gwen probably guessed their doubts, "The staff of the Ministry of Magic may not be able to see it, but Ollivander must understand." She felt the wand with her fingertips, "This is a wand made by Garrick. He'll look it over, and he'll say the same. Harry, if a wand is being used by other wizards, it might resist. As far as I know, the Dark Mark is a rare form of magic, not many people know that spell. And Of course it's dark magic..." She held her wand to her ear again, as if she could hear something.If it wasn't for Harry and the others who had known Gwen for several years, they might now think of her as a lunatic.

"I don't know who it is, but it must be a wizard very different from you." Gwen showed a disgusted expression, "Evil, dirty wizard, but powerful magic."

Then she returned the wand to Harry, "Take good care of it, Harry. Wizards never lose their wands. It's a bit wronged." Harry's face gradually turned red, "Maybe you have to coax it recently, I remember I gave you a piece of wandcloth earlier?"

Now Fred and George knew what she was going to say, and Gwen was always nagging at them.

"The wand should be part of the wizard's body..." Fred started.

"...it can save your life at a critical moment." George concluded perfectly.

Gwen turned to the two of them with her hands on her waist, "I almost forgot how smart you guys are. If I knew I should have added a few more review tasks to you last year, maybe