94 Diagon Alley

    As soon as they left, Filch took Harry to see Umbridge in the next second. If Gwen had known about it, he would have reminded Harry not to touch any food in the old witch's office - including the tea.

    It turns out that Harry Potter was a remarkable, surviving boy not only because of his valour, but also because of his wit and prudence. Harry was indeed invited to tea by Umbridge, but he didn't even touch his lips, and he fooled Umbridge with his superior acting skills.

    In the Office of the Interim Principal.

    "Mr Potter," said Umbridge, "I'll remind you that it was I who nearly caught Blake in the Gryffindor fire in October. And I now have reason to think that he covered up Dumbledore, who absconded in fear of crime, now, tell me, where are Dumbledore and Blake?"

    "I don't know," Harry said loudly, "I don't know anything."

    Boom! The floor in the office shook again. Umbridge grabbed the table this time, with a deeply offended expression on his face.

    She stared at the door. Harry's cup of tea was still almost full, and he took the opportunity to pour it all into the nearest vase with dried flowers. He heard people running and screaming a few floors below.

    "You go back to lunch, Potter!" Umbridge shouted, raising her wand and discreetly opening the office door first—she finally had a good memory.

    It's just that the corridor outside her office is not a swamp, but an ice surface that can reflect human figures.

    Umbridge sneered, seeming to despise this kind of trick, she pinched her throat and coughed twice. Then waved his wand. The pure white ice remained motionless under the influence of magic.

    One or two times, it still doesn't eliminate it. The impatient Umbridge finally put one foot on the ice, and after making sure there was nothing wrong, the new headmaster in a pink cardigan and low heels stepped on the other foot as well. Then he slipped sharply and fell on the ice.

    The first laughter broke out from the crowd chattering in the hallway - Harry could hear Gwen's deliberately sharp jeers - and then everyone lost their patience and the laughter resounded The hallways of Hogwarts.

    "Enough!" Umbridge shouted loudly, with her hands and feet together, and the voice was not at all different from her usual little girl's sweet voice. But before the laughter quieted down, the seemingly solid ice surface actually cracked with a click. In just two seconds, Umbridge, who had not yet fully stabilized, fell into the ice hole that he had smashed under the eyes of the public, and there was a stinky and cold swamp below.

    Umbridge got muddy on his first afternoon as principal. Also running around the school to meet the demands of other teachers.

    "Because there are small swamps all over the school," reported Professor McGonagall.

    "Sure, I can clear the ice myself, but I'm not sure I have the power." Flitwick smiled, in front of Umbridge's smudged face Close the door to the classroom.

    "There are countless of them in my classroom—please allow me to emphasize this—" Snape's icy voice said coldly and viciously, "innumerable, numerous, only screaming rubber chicken."

    In the Gryffindor common room that night, Fred and George became heroes. Even Hermione pushed her way through the excited crowd to congratulate them.

    “These swamps are amazing,” she said admiringly.

    "Thank you," George said, looking surprised and pleased, "Gwen helped us add a layer of ice that no one could stand on for a second—and after a while The ice will freeze on its own—what a good girl, there are always so many bad ideas. Only, we ran out of stock; now we have to start from scratch.”

    "But it's worth it," said Fred, who was taking orders from rowdy Gryffindor students, "If you want to put your name on the order list, Hermione , you can buy a portable swamp for five galleons and a deluxe slippery swamp for ten galleons."

    "And what about Gwen?" Hermione had to shout to make sure the other party could hear in the noise.

    "She went to see the dog and Crookshanks in your room." George also shouted and answered.

    Hermione rolled her eyes and withdrew from the crowd, sighed and walked back to the girls' dormitory.

    The Crookshanks live there now. Of course, there was a witch squatting beside her with her head bowed.

    "Hi Gwen. It's so lively downstairs, I gotta say Fred and George today—Merlin, are you crying?" Hermione threw her heavy bag on the bed and broke it. Gwen's shoulder, looking at her in disbelief.

    Gwen was sneaking in an empty room by himself, babbling tears to a litter of kittens. Hermione's sudden appearance startled her, causing her to cry and burp.

    "I... hic... no." Gwen said stubbornly, then wiped his face with his sleeve, wiping more and more tears.

    Hermione was at a loss and could only conjure up a handkerchief and hand it to Gwen.

    When she finally stopped hiccupping, Gwen leaned back and sat on the rug leaning against Hermione's bed, the dog squatting beside her lap.

    "I'm so scared...I've been with them since school and I can't imagine Hogwarts without George and Fred..." Gwen snorted say. "I've been flustered since this semester, and now they're dropping out early—" Gwen whimpered again when it came to excitement.

    Hermione, who was always smart, didn't know what to say at this time, so she also slipped on the carpet, put her arms around Gwen's shoulders, and magically baked her over and over again without a word Dry handkerchief.

    After weeping the seventh handkerchief, Gwen stood up with two walnut-like eyes and said goodnight to Hermione as if she were nothing. Then he sauntered back to his dormitory.

    Since then, Gwen and George seem to have a vengeful mentality, trying to spend all their time on dates and on the way to dates. Gwen even skipped the crash flight training that Angelina had arranged for her, so that Fred had to come to catch his brother and the culprit himself, with drooping eyebrows.

    George seemed to know what was bothering Gwen, and he wanted to talk to Gwen once.

    "Don't say anything, George." Gwen turned down the conversation with her long, sad silver eyes. "When your girlfriend is still willing to support all your decisions, don't say anything. Just accept her kindness."

    George could only accompany Gwen personally, and the two maintained a subtle tacit understanding and silence.

    Until the Easter holiday is over, one day, Ginny, who couldn't bear it, interrupted their inseparable date.

    "Listen to me, Harry needs help." The red-haired witch's expression was more serious than ever, and then she held down the two and began to tell them the bad news with difficulty.

    "You said Umbridge confiscated the double-sided mirror and retractable ears?" Gwen's voice nearly broke through the ceiling. Fortunately, they were in an empty classroom with no one and no portraits.

    "Harry says he's been out of contact with Sirius for a week, so he sometimes touches the lenses." Ginny looked annoyed, "About one time, he was Malfoy - or someone else in the investigative team found out, and they reported to Umbridge, and Harry said she had taken both the telescopic ear and the double-sided mirror."

    Gwen is on pins and needles. "What if Sirius suddenly finds Harry? What if she knows Feng—" She covered her mouth suddenly.

    "The only good news is that she never figured out how to use these two things." Ginny tried to console herself, "She's not that smart, is she? Harry said she almost took it. The teapot poured him into his mouth, but he didn't ask anything."

    Gwen shook her head pessimistically, the feeling of waiting for the enemy to find out at any time was heart-wrenching, she felt that their lives were on the line at the moment. But a small D.A. can make Fudge drive Dumbledore away, and if they find the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, I am afraid that the members will be locked in Azkaban before the Death Eaters.

    Fred, who fell from the sky, seemed to have his own aperture, "Let's go, let's save Harry."

    "Where is he?" Gwen asked Ginny.

    The little witch shook her head, "Just now the two of us were kicked out by Mrs. Pince for eating chocolate in the library. Now he and my silly brother—"

    "Hey—" "Don't count us—" The twins were dissatisfied.

    "—with one of my silly brothers." Ginny raised her eyebrows.

    Gwen wanted to taste carefully, why Harry and Ginny were eating chocolate in the library and chatting about such an important thing. But the fear of Umbridge's potential actions kept her from gossiping.

    Fortunately, the twins who were familiar with the terrain soon saw Harry, Ron and Hermione in a hidden small classroom.

    "Hey." Fred and George approached them. "Ginny talked to us about you," said Fred, stretching his legs to the table in front of them, knocking several brochures about the Ministry of Magic's professions on the floor. "She said you The props were confiscated?"

    "What?" Hermione screeched, trying to pick up "Success in the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters", but she froze halfway through with one hand.

    "Yeah," Harry said, trying to keep his tone casual. "Yeah, I was just about to tell you—"

    "You almost handed the handle directly to her." Hermione said, straightening up and looking at