94 Diagon Alley

    Leave Diagon Alley from the Death Eaters. But cheating always hurts. "

    Gwen shook her head, she didn't want to look Dumbledore in the eyes, for she was afraid that she would soon be moved by the old man's sincerity and forgive him.

    "Did they hurt him?" Gwen sniffed.

    "As far as I know, no. Voldemort hopes to get some very valuable information from Ollivander." Dumbledore crossed his fingers, one of his index fingers was dry and charred, as if the top The meat was burnt dry.

    "Will Garrick be in danger if he doesn't get the information he wants?" Gwen thought of the female Death Eater, Bellatrix's usual trick, terrible Cruciatus.

    Dumbledore did not speak, obviously, he did not want to deceive his students, but his silence was not good news.

    "Once he finds out he doesn't get what he wants, or once he gets it, Garrick is useless, right?" Gwen whimpered.

    This time Dumbledore didn't answer directly, but he spoke, "We'll bring him back before things go bad, Gwen." It seems that this guarantee is not enough, the white-bearded one The old man added, "I made a small deal with a 'partner' to keep Garrick safe."

    Hearing that Gwen's clenched teeth relaxed a little, she thought for three minutes. He looked up suddenly and looked at Dumbledore, "Is he at Malfoy's? Headmaster."

    Dumbledore was a little surprised, his beard quivered, "Garrick complained to me about you being too sharp, maybe I should know you from the Crouch thing, Gwen. But I can't. reveal more information."

    "I see," said Gwen impatiently, "so Mr. Malfoy is on our side? Do you think he can be trusted, Professor?"

    Dumbledore's eyes looked straight into Gwen's silver-white eyes through the half-moon lenses, "There are people I can trust with all my heart and even trust my life. Build trust, interests are their best friends.”

    "Obviously, Malfoy is the latter," said Gwen thoughtfully.

    "I noticed a little difference between you and your friends," Dumbledore said with a slight smile on his lips, leaning back on the sofa, "Gwen, you seem to be indifferent to Sneeze. There's nothing malicious about Professor Pugh. So I think you can trust Malfoy as well."

    "That's because I judge wizards more than they do—wands." Gwen wanted to laugh at Harry and Ron's comments about the old bat, "For example, Professor Snape, Birch The tree is holy, I don't know what the core of his wand is. But professor, as long as he's using that wand all day, he's not a total badass - although I can also find dozens of griffins There are many reasons why students don't like him. On the contrary, with all due respect, Headmaster." Gwen buttoned a hole in the sofa with some anxiety, "I don't know much about Malfoy. From what I observe, Draco Malfoy Fu was taught by his dad to be a little **** who bullies his classmates all day long, so how can I trust him? Even if it's just an ally."

    Dumbledore disagreed with Gwen's assessment, "As Headmaster of Hogwarts, I consider myself to have a certain understanding of the students. I assure you - this is my second A promise - Gwen. Draco Malfoy is not like his father, he has a good soul. Forgive an old man's experience, but it was out of trust in Draco that I said yes this transaction."

    Gwen lowered his head and thought for a long time, very reluctant to accept Dumbledore's words, and could only ask the next question.

    "Can I continue to shop, Professor?"

    "Ah," Dumbledore was less surprised, "permit me to ask a question, Gwen. Will you finish your studies at Hogwarts?"

    Gwen hesitated, "Of course."

    "Then my answer is yes, at least before school starts." Dumbledore gave Gwen a cup of hot tea, "Forgive me, Hogwarts let go of two geniuses this year students, so much so that I had to be on the lookout for all Diagon Alley business."

    "Do you think I'll be killed by the mysterious man if I stay here—"

    "You can call him Voldemort, Gwen, he's not a terrible name."

    " - well, taken by Voldemort to threaten Garrick, like Sirius - I mean, in case he says what Voldemort wants in advance, Ollivander Will it become a sinner of history..." Gwen looked solemn.

    Dumbledore looked a little sad, looking into the distance, "After what happened to Sirius, I think Voldemort should understand that we have been on guard. The good news is that grid Wyn, Voldemort isn't so anxious about what he wants to know yet, so he doesn't need to grab a little girl to threaten Garrick just yet, and your grandfather was also a determined wizard. Most importantly," he said in an elder's way. Identity looked at Gwen caringly, "Garrick went on his own initiative. So as long as we don't want to, no one can take you from here."

    Gwen nearly burst into tears when she heard Grandpa's name, holding back and holding back, finally holding her breath and saying to the old principal in front of him, "I don't have any other problems, Professor. I don't consider myself Ability to keep more secrets."

    Dumbledore's wise, reassuring look again, he left Gwen there, and went downstairs to perform some extraordinarily complex ancient magic in the wand shop. Then disappeared into the green fireplace flames.

    After a while, the tall red-haired boy came up and squatted in front of Gwen.

    "Do you want to talk?" He tried to keep his voice soft.

    Gwen shook his head numbly.

    "Is there anything we can do?" George asked again.

    Gwen smiled wryly and continued to shake her head, "No, George. I'm going to pretend nothing happened now and continue my life step by step."

    "Okay." George said cautiously, "Tonks said you haven't slept all night, now listen to your boyfriend and go get some sleep." Then he didn't wait for Gwen to refuse, and directly Carry Gwen back to her bedroom, put a fluffy blanket over Gwen, and tuck the dog at her feet. He even got distracted and turned into a small soft stool and sat beside Gwen's bed, as if she didn't leave if she didn't sleep.

    In fact, George thought too much, Gwen completely let down his guard the moment he appeared on the second floor, and now she is lying on the soft bed, fighting with her upper and lower eyelids, within two minutes There was a long breathing sound, and he fell asleep.

    A few hours later, Gwen woke up in a nightmare. She dreamed that Voldemort was torturing Garrick with a hot iron. It was just as wet and cold today, and she came down the stairs to find George busy in Ollivander's humble little kitchen in a funny apron.

    "Hey." George noticed her, "you need to eat."

    "Do you know that's my apron?" Gwen asked, pointing to his short red apron with a large gold bow.

    "But I have no other choice right?" George brought her a bowl of pumpkin soup and kissed her forehead lightly.

    After watching Gwen shove a bowl of soup and a piece of dry bread, George waved his wand with confidence, and the dirty plate and knife and fork jumped into the sink himself, obediently to himself clean.

    Gwen was amazed. "You are more skilled at housework magic than I am."

    George did not intend to let her go, so he used his bright eyes and worried look to emotionalize Gwen.

    Gwen sighed helplessly, "I don't know how much I can tell you. In short, Garrick was kidnapped by the Death Eaters, but he was still alive, and Dumbledore told you I promise he will be safe for a while."

    "For a while?" George raised an eyebrow like an angry Fred. "How to keep him safe?"

    Gwen groaned while lying on the table, "I want to know too..."

    "Then what are you going to do?" George folded his hands on his chest, "Move to the joke shop, Fred and I can at least protect you."

    "Thank you for your kindness, but I have to visit the store before school starts." Gwen said guiltily.

    "Stop it." George almost patted the table. "After Mr. Ollivander was kidnapped from Diagon Alley? Will Voldemort and the Death Eaters watch the wand shop continue to open?"

    "Dumbledore said it was safe here." Gwen insisted with a stiff neck.

    George's hair flew up, "He doesn't have time for you, Gwen. He has to protect Harry, and he has Feng-" George swallowed the words abruptly, "and I Think your life is more important than anything at the moment."

    "But what about wands—what if people want to buy wands?" Gwen threw a question breezily.

    "Find another wand maker." George blurted out without thinking, and immediately realized he had fallen into a trap that Gwen had dug.

    "You are humiliating me, George." Gwen folded his arms and looked at George triumphantly, "As long as there is one Ollivander, the wands of English wizards have to go from Diagon Alley to No. 1 sold."

    Then she moved the chair to George's side, wrapped his long arms around her shoulders, leaning against George's arms like a grieved and vulnerable little beast. "Dear, why don't you help me think about what the mysterious man wants from my grandpa?"

    "Any wand lost?" George asked unhappily. "Maybe he wants a monopoly on wands?"

    Gwen thinks this is outrageous, "It seems that there is no missing wand, what? You think Voldemort will not allow young wizards to buy wands?"

    "If he's related to Umbridge - I'm a big fan of that