94 hp Diagon Alley

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Ginny returned to the dormitory an hour later, and Gwen was lying on the bed doing her Potions homework, with a stack of reference books next to her.

"You shouldn't have left us," said Ginny indignantly.

"That's weird, I thought you were supposed to be back in 10 minutes." Gwen joked without feeling guilty at all.

"We talked for a while," said Ginny. "Harry's head is full of boring things, and he needs relief."

"I'm so glad he's willing to talk to you," Gwen said. "Harry's been a lot tighter-tongued lately since I threatened him to tell Sirius."

That night, Gwen handed in her Potions thesis, and after seeing Snape's disdainful ridicule, she sat relaxed in front of the Gryffindor fireplace.She is discussing with the twins how to improve the retractable ears.

"This thing has a meaty rope," Gwen said. "Only eavesdropping on the length."

"What are you going to do?" George asked.

"I don't know the exact method yet, what if we can get the rope out?" Gwen tried to speak to one end of the extendable ear, and Fred, who was holding the other end, was so shocked that he covered his ears. "Think about it, if these are two ears, one is in George's hand and the other is in my hand. Even if he is not at Hogwarts, we can communicate with each other through ears—"

"Why am I not at Hogwarts!" George said loudly, and Gwen gave him a strange look, feeling that her boyfriend's reaction was too great.

"But it's only for eavesdropping," said Fred, "not for talking."

Gwen didn't think it was difficult, "If you can hear the voice at one end, you can hear the voice at both ends. It's just that you didn't want to do this before."

Fred and George were so intrigued by the idea that they decided to try it out right away — first by making the extendable ear a two-way communication tool.

While several people were discussing which spell or magic to use, Gwen was scorched by the sparks from the fireplace to the corner of his robe.

"Ouch," she called out looking at the hole in her robe, "we're sitting too close to the fireplace." As she spoke, she looked at the fire in the fireplace, and she always felt that the fireplace was burning very hot today.

Then Gwen covered her mouth and looked around vigilantly. Fortunately, apart from the three of them, there were only two or three people scattered in the common room.

"Hi," Gwen whispered into the fireplace, "what are you doing here?"

The twins understood, and pulled the chairs tighter so that no one else could see the fireplace.

Sirius' head poked out of the fire, long black hair falling around a grinning face. .

"I'm waiting for Harry, I'll check every hour," he said.

"I'm on the verge of crying," Gwen said, but her look told everyone she thought it was hilarious. "What if you are seen by someone? You are not allowed..." She closed her mouth as she spoke, her intuition told her that it would be best not to say a few words.

"Just a few seconds to see if it's safe here," said Sirius. "It's a good thing you're here."

"I gotta say, buddy." Fred didn't think there was anything wrong with calling Harry's godfather brothers. "It's too risky."

"You talk like Molly," Sirius said, and Fred fell wounded, clutching his chest, onto his brother's shoulders.

"That's the only way I can come and answer the questions in Harry's letter, and not rely on codes - codes can be deciphered."

"Stop sitting here, gentlemen." Gwen patted the inseparable twins, "I'll deal with those three girls." She pointed to the Gryffindors who were still chattering in the distance Many girls, "When they leave, you can call Harry down from the boys' dormitory."

"Also," Sirius called Gwen in a low voice, "maybe you can call Hermione."

Of course, Gwen thought, she would inform Miss Granger—those two boys needed a bright and learned brain.

High Inquisitor and Dumbledore's Army

The next morning, at the dining table in the auditorium, Hermione opened the Daily Prophet as usual, and took a sharp breath.

She unfolded the newspaper, revealing a large photograph of Umbridge.She was all smiles and blinked at them, and it read the headline: Ministry of Magic Seeks Educational Reform, Dolores Umbridge Named First Senior Inquisitor.

"Umbridge - High Inquisitor?" Harry frowned, the half-eaten slice of bread slipping from his fingers.

Hermione read aloud: "In an impromptu operation last night, the Ministry of Magic passed a new decree giving it unprecedented control over Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Wizardry." Sy Weasley conveyed the opinion of the Ministry of Magic, looking at Harry and Ron across the table.

"Now I finally know how we got Umbridge! Fudge sent her to us through this 'education order'! Now Fudge gave her the power to check other teachers!" Hermione breathed heavily, her eyes wide open. Glowing brightly, "I can't believe it. This is shameless!"

Fred and George's forks screeched across their plates, and Gwen had to reassure the twins as she tried to come up with a piece of evidence that Percy wasn't the big bureaucratic idiot from the Daily Prophet.

But Ron had a mischievous smile on his face.

"What's the matter?" Harry and Hermione asked simultaneously, staring at him.

"Oh, I can't wait to see Professor McGonagall get checked," said Ron cheerfully. "Umbridge won't know what's going on if he gets beaten."

At dinner, the Gryffindors met again at the long table.

"Needless to say, if I got an O, I'd be freaking out -" said Hermione.

Ron said sharply, "If you want to know what grade we got, just ask."

"I don't—that's not what I mean—but if you'll tell me—"

"I got a P," said Ron, ladling the soup into his own bowl. "Are you happy?"

"Well, there's nothing to be ashamed of," said Fred, who had just arrived at the table with George and Gwen and sat to Harry's right. "There's nothing wrong with a healthy and spirited P."

"But," said Hermione, "isn't P a representative?"

"Bad," yes," said George, "but still better than D, isn't it? 'Sucks'? "

Harry coughed a few times as if choking on a roll.Gwen looked at him suspiciously.

"Has your class been checked?" Fred asked them.

"No." Hermione said immediately, "What about you?"

"Just now, before dinner," said George, "was Charms."

"How's it going?" Harry and Hermione asked simultaneously.

Fred shrugged. "It's not too bad. Umbridge just huddled in the corner, taking notes on the clipboard. You know Flitwick's temper. He treated Umbridge as a guest and didn't seem to let it go at all." At heart. Umbridge didn't say much. Asked Arya a few questions about what the class was like, and Arya replied that it was very good, that's all."

"I don't think Flitwick's grades are low," George said. "He always makes everyone pass."

Gwen dipped the whole roll in the soup and stuffed it into her mouth, "Umbridge went to Potions class today - needless to say, it was a disaster."

Several people at the dining table pricked up their ears.

Gwen put down the knife and fork and sat up straight. "She also asked the students a few questions. First, I felt that Professor Snape was knowledgeable and had a high level of potions. Then I said that his courses were unconscionable. Very funny - and then he actually gave me a glare, as if I'd taken him a huge offense by calling Potions fun!"

"Yeah—" Ron chuckled, "Snape taking us to play games? That's probably harder to swallow than having Harry as his godson..."

"Hey!" Harry thought he and Sirius were the ones offended.

"And guess what?" Gwen held her mouth to keep herself from laughing, and squeezed her throat, "Umbridge asked a few questions. 'You originally applied for a position in Defense Against the Dark Arts' , 'But you didn't succeed?'”

Several people who heard this had complex expressions on their faces, "How dare she..." "I actually wanted to laugh..." "This is so impolite..."

"I advise you to put these thoughts away." Gwen stole a small snack from George's plate, "because Michael Corner and Zacharias Smith were quickly used by Snape for their giggles." The thick textbook knocked my head."

Ron and Harry seemed to remember something, and touched the back of their heads.Only George fussed: "You have class with those two guys?"

Gwen was a little puzzled, "Am I still in class with Qiu? There are only a dozen people in this class."

George looked very upset and took Gwen away just after eating.According to Fred, half an hour later, he saw two people with mouths swollen like pigs in a certain secret passage.

"Hurry up, you two!" Fred slammed into the wall angrily. "Today we're going to study retractable ears—George and I still have three or four quick-acting skipping candies to find someone to experiment with!"

Gwen wiped her face carelessly, and secretly twisted George's waist.Then he walked out of the secret room with the notebook in his arms - "Give your boyfriend three kisses" was written on the notebook today in George's round and small letters.

"I originally wanted to use the transformation spell," Gwen tapped the chubby ear with her wand, "although it's a NEWT level spell, but