94 hp Diagon Alley

At best you are 'able' to fly. ’ Fred pointed out the crux of the matter unceremoniously.

"If you're worried about that," the tall witch Angelina came over and put her hand on Gwen's shoulder. "Ollivander may not be the best flyer, but she can take your hitter's place—"

"—only in every match with Slytherin," Gwen added.

"Yeah. I think we need a rougher opponent with a rougher—"

"—you could say dirtier—" Gwen said with a grin.

"——'s batter, the premise is that you can at least fly decently." Angelina looked at Gwen warningly, and then walked away gracefully.

"So," George said, eyeing Gwen and the broom with interest, as if they shouldn't be in the same frame. "Angelina has a crush on you because of your violent shots?"

Gwen looked up proudly. "While you were discussing the big business, Katie took Ginny and I to a small unofficial tryout. Let's be honest, I suck at flying, but the Bludgers are I've knocked at least three boys away with my bat."

Fred thought back to Harry's description of Gwen: "She had the brute strength of a Muggle shot putter".Then he looked at Gwen's supposedly thin arm with suspicion, "Well, I think we and Katie can help you, you must have at least Ron's flying level on the court."

"Who's the other hitter?" George asked.

"They haven't finalized yet, probably Andrew Kirk and Jack Sloper." Gwen put the broom back in the broom shed, and took the twins back to the fifth meeting of DA. They should practice the Obstacle and Iron Armor spells today up. "It's not very effective. I don't think anyone can be as tacit as you guys are, but I only need to play two games, and my purpose is to ensure that the kid can't get the golden snitch—"

"—and bruised—" said George.

"—why not break a rib?" Fred offered a better suggestion.

It took Gwen only three nights to regret the bad idea that came to her head.

"Every day!" She returned to the girls' dormitory covered in rain, "Every day I have to fly in the cold winds of the Scottish Highlands—does the damned Quidditch House Cup have to be arranged in winter?"

Katie and Ginny, who were also trembling, looked normal, "In order for you to catch up with Angelina's training faster, we must ensure that you stay on the broom for an hour every day." "You have to do it in this weather." Don't fall off the broom."

Gwen took off her soaking robe and gave the two girls a thumbs up, "I respect you all. And again I don't think Quidditch is the right sport for me. But don't worry, for the sake of George and Fred, I will let Malfoy is looking for teeth all over the place."

After the last DA event before Christmas, Gwen jumped for joy when Harry promised everyone that the Patronus Charm would be taught when school started.So far, no Defense Against the Dark Arts professor has taught her how to use the Patronus Charm - she should have learned it before the OWLs last year, but the fake Moody and real Death Eater Crouch obviously won't teach it. Their noble mantras.

However, late that night, McGonagall hurried into the dormitory in a tartan dressing gown, glasses perverted on the bridge of her thin nose.

"Miss Weasley, please come with me." There was some anxiety in the serious Gryffindor Headmaster's voice, and Ginny, who was half asleep and half awake, didn't know what to do for a while.Gwen and Katie turned quickly, and one helped Ginny find her shoes, and the other helped her put on her smock.Gwen also conveniently hid an extendable ear in Ginny's pocket. Thanks to Miss Know-it-All Hermione's help, now this little prop can hear the conversation clearly intermittently.

Gwen and Katie watched the red-haired little witch go down the spiral staircase with bare feet, and the sharp-eyed Katie told Gwen that the Weasley twins were waiting for Ginny in the lounge.The news made Gwen's hands and feet cold, and she quickly dug out the other retractable ear from her box, and poked the little meat ball with her wand.Professor McGonagall's voice came from far and near.

"Mr. Potter saw that Mr. Weasley was hurt." Then she stopped answering more questions, and repeatedly reminded the three students to keep quiet in the corridor until they said the name of a candy, Gwen Guess has reached the principal's office.

"Harry—what's going on?" Ginny asked terrified. "Professor McGonagall said you saw Daddy hurt—"

"Your father was injured while working for the Order of the Phoenix," said Dumbledore before Harry could speak. "He has been taken to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. I'm taking you back to Sirius' quarters, It's easier to get to the hospital than the Burrow, where you'll meet your mother."

"How do we get there?" asked Fred worriedly. "Floo powder?"

"No," said Dumbledore, "Floo powder is not safe at the moment, the Internet is under surveillance. You need a Portkey." He pointed to the innocent-looking old teapot on the table. "Now I'm just waiting for Phinea Snigelus...I want to make sure there's no danger before I send you—" The old headmaster suddenly stopped talking, and Gwen thought that the telescopic ear was broken, so she held her breath and stuck to it to listen .A moment later, Dumbledore's voice sounded again, "It's Fawkes' alarm, Professor Umbridge must know that you're both in bed... Minerva, go and get her away—whatever the excuse—"

After that, there was a rustling and piercing electric sound, and Harry and the Weasley brothers and sisters should be going to No. 12, Grimmauld Place through the Portkey.

"What's the matter?" asked Sirius' familiar voice anxiously, "Phineas Nigellus said Arthur was seriously injured—"

"Ask Harry," said Fred, or so Gwen thought, because Fred was usually the first to ask.

"Yeah, I'd like to hear that too," said George.

"Yes—" Harry began, and he seemed a little embarrassed to say, "I seem to—had a dream..."

The distance between London and Hogwarts is too far, and the telescopic ear is a little intermittent at this time.Gwen only vaguely heard that Harry saw Mr. Weasley in "On Duty" in his dream being attacked by a large snake-if she was not mistaken, the snake belonged to You-Know-Who.

"Is Mommy coming?" Fred asked, turning to Sirius.

"She probably doesn't know yet," said Sirius. "The important thing is that you go away before Umbridge interferes. I think Dumbledore is informing Molly."

"We're going to St. Mungo's," said Ginny anxiously. "Sirius, can you lend us some cloaks or something—?"

"Wait, you can't rush to St. Mungo's!" said Sirius.

"Of course we can," said Fred stubbornly. "He's our father!"

"How do you explain that you knew Arthur was injured before the hospital notified the family?" said the only adult wizard present.

"What does that matter?" said George sharply.

"It does matter, because we don't want to say that Harry can dream of things thousands of miles away!" Sirius raised his voice. "You know what the Ministry of Magic is going to say about it?"

Gwen was a little angry and a little nervous.On the one hand she wanted to yell for them to pass, their father's life was in danger.On the other hand, she realized that Harry's special powers might not be a good sign - why could he see these?

Ginny said: "It can be said that someone told us... heard from other places... not to mention Harry..."

"Listen to who?" Sirius said impatiently, "Listen to me, your father was injured while working for the Order of the Phoenix, which is suspicious enough in itself, and his children will know in a few seconds Otherwise, it could seriously damage the Order of the Phoenix—”

"We don't care about any stupid Order of the Phoenix!" Fred exclaimed.

"Our father is dying!" cried George.

"I know it's hard, but we all have to pretend we don't know it yet, don't be impatient, at least wait until we hear from your mother, okay?" Contrary to Gwen's expectations, Sirius not only didn't get angry, his voice Firm and calm.

After that, there was silence in the stretching ears, and Gwen watched the stretching ears, anxious and tired.In the end, she fell asleep with her fleshy ears in a daze.

It seems that after a long time, there was a noise in the retractable ears.

"It's not Dumbledore's handwriting - it must be your mother's letter, to -".

Startled, Gwen half-sat up in a panic, noticing that George now had the letter.

George tore it open and read, "Daddy's alive. I'm on my way to St. Mungo's now. Stay there and I'll let you know as soon as I can. Mom." He paused. "Alive..." He said slowly, "But this It sounds like..."

When Katie's alarm clock passed five, Gwen heard a new sound in Telescoping's ear.

"He's out of danger." It was Mrs. Weasley, in a weak and tired voice. "He's sleeping. We can go and see him later. Bill is with him. He's off in the morning."

Finally relieved, Gwen slept for two hours indiscriminately, and went to class with heavy dark circles under her eyes.

"Gwen, Gwen!" Gwen, who was dozing off in the history of magic, heard a voice coming from his pocket.Seeing the classmates who had fallen asleep all around her, she secretly reached out and took out the retractable ears.

"Who's calling me?" She whispered into her ear, then moved her head closer.

"Look, I knew it was her..." "Keep down, they're inside..." "You obviously have retractable ears that don't grow meaty strings, why didn't you use them to steal your hair just now?"