94 Diagon Alley

    See you at the stadium. "

    Gwen buried his head in the pillow and said to his friend, "Senior Wood will never have a girlfriend in his life."

    Before going out, Katie told Gwen that they could go to Hogsmeade for a beer after their training in the afternoon, and told her to wait for her at Three Brooms.

    By the time Gwen actually got out of bed, the sun was already high. She decided to set off to see the progress of the Quidditch team, perhaps to Hogsmeade with her friends.

    There was still some residual fog floating on the lawn of the stadium. When Gwen entered the stadium, he found Ron and Hermione sitting in the stands.

    "It's not over yet" Gwen asked in disbelief.

    "It hasn't started yet, Wood just told them new tactics." Ron and Hermione brought out the bread and jam from the Great Hall, Gwen tossed his wand, and a row of teapots Teacups and freshly brewed tea appeared before them. Watching others sweat profusely training while drinking tea by myself feels so good.

    Until a few men in green robes walked into the field with broomsticks in their hands.

    "I can't believe it!" Wood said angrily, pressing his voice down, "I covered today's court! We'll have to see!" Wood rushed to the ground, Harry, Fred and George fell after him.

    "Flint!" Wood yelled at the Slytherin captain, "It's our practice time! We're up early! Please get out!"

    "Oh," said the shark-toothed Flint, "but I have a note signed by Professor Snape. In person, Professor Severus Snape. The Lytlings are at the Quidditch pitch today to train their new Seeker."

    "You added a new Seeker?" Wood's attention was diverted, "Where?"

    A smaller boy flashed from behind the six tall team members, with a smug smile on his pale pointed face. It was Draco Malfoy.

    Sighs of disgust came from the Gryffindor team. Gwen also saw the seven Slytherins pulling their brooms forward in unison, seven new, shiny broomsticks, seven beautiful lines in gold lettering "Nimbus 2001", swaying Gryffindor in the morning sun. player's eyes.

    Ron and Hermione walked across the lawn to see what was happening. Gwen has never been afraid of big things and likes to watch the fun. He likes to sneak his feet when others are fighting, so he happily went with him.

    "What's the matter?" Ron asked Harry, "Why are you not playing and what is he doing here?" Ron looked at Malfoy in his Slytherin Quidditch uniform in surprise.

    "I'm the new Slytherin Seeker, Weasley," Malfoy cocked his chin and smugly shook the broom his dad had bought for the team. "Very good, isn't it?" Malfoy said pleasantly. "The Gryffindor team should hurry up and donate those sweeping Seven Stars 5 to the museum, especially you, Weasley, are you saving broom by broom?"

    The Slytherin members laughed loudly.

    "At least not a single member of the Gryffindor team has to pay to be on the team," Hermione said sharply. "They came in purely by ability."

    Malfoy's expression darkened. "Nobody asked you, you smelly little Mudblood," he said sternly.

    Gwen's face sank when he heard it. Flint had to dash in front of Draco to prevent Fred and George from jumping on him. Katie screamed, "How dare you!" Ron reached for his wand from under his robe and shouted, "You'll pay for it, Malfoy!" He pointed furiously at Malfoy's face.

    "Eat slugs!" A loud explosion resounded throughout the stadium, and a green light shot from the back of the wand, hitting Ron in the stomach, knocking him to the ground. on the ground.

    "Merlin, Ron's wand!" Gwen shouted in his heart, and quickly checked Ron's situation with Hermione. The poor lad burped and a few slugs fell from his mouth to his thighs.

    The culprit had nothing to do with it, Malfoy was on all fours, laughing until his fists thumped the ground. The Gryffindor team gathered around Ron, who kept spitting out big, shiny slugs. No one seemed willing to touch him. Fred and George picked him up. "We'd better take him to Hagrid's. It's the nearest place," Harry said to Hermione, who nodded bravely. Takes Ron, still vomiting, from the twins.

    Gwen looked at the little guy whose hair was shiny and reflective, and was still smiling. He put away his wand under pressure, and took out a book from his bag, "Toadstools".

    The Gryffindors only saw a figure rushing into the green team, holding a book and knocking Malfoy on the head. And the little boy didn't even react when he heard a crisp scolding: "How dare you say such a word? Noble Malfoy! Pure-blooded scum! Has your family's upbringing been swallowed by the house elves? If no one teaches you, you will have to be beaten by the society!" Then, taking advantage of her height, she smashed the pale face's eye socket with a book. "Are you very proud of your bloodline? Let me tell you, Hermione doesn't have the blood of a genetic wizard in her body, but it is better than your three-generation single-blooded wizard! Oh, do it well, put away your new Broom! Stop showing off like a horned beast in heat! Who do you want to show it to, my dear Potter? I advise you to stop bothering them when you have time, and learn the art of swearing with your dean. You're just a stinky boy who hides behind Dad and stinks!"

    Gwen felt guilty after beating someone. Seeing that Harry's broom was not taken away, she quickly mounted it and fled the scene at the speed of light. Flying into the air, he also winked at Katie, George and Fred, shook the book in his hand, and lip-mouthed: "—Christmas present."

    Malfoy's angry ears were steaming when he got up from the ground, and kept asking who this third-year mad Gryffindor was, but the Slytherins couldn't remember , while the Gryffindors ignored him.

    Wood saw that the training could not go on, and decided to go back to the room to talk about the tactics he designed. The twins sighed in dissatisfaction, and the tall captain told them to learn Gwen's aura and hit the ball the same way on the court, at Slytherin.

    He turned to Katie and said, "I don't think Ollivander will find a boyfriend at Hogwarts."

    Gwen, who beat Malfoy recently, was very careful, and even had to sneak into the auditorium under the cover of several friends for dinner. But it was said that Ron had stopped spitting up slugs, and Malfoy had been in the medical wing for several days because he had been knocked blue in one eye, and finally Madam Pomfrey couldn't bear to drive him back.

    Ron heard about Gwen's heroic deeds and brought a special pudding to thank. Gwen accepted it happily, reminding him again not to mess with his wand if he didn't want to supply potions with a steady stream of slugs.

    "Unless someone can't figure it out and use your wand, you will not only be unable to attack but also injured."

    Professor Lockhart's Defense Against the Dark Arts finally let go of the Cornish elf. Recently he has fallen in love with a new type of teaching mode. Now, he reads his books to the students in large sections, sometimes performing dramatic episodes. He usually chooses the most conspicuous boy in the class to help him recreate the scene at that time. Gwen was called up twice to play either a rescued witch or a Muggle, and Lockhart was not happy with her. Most of the witches in the class can play the role of admiring him and praising him well, but Gwen will only say two dry words every time: "Awesome." "Wow, the werewolf has been enchanted with human form, it Subdued." "My God, Mr. Lockhart, you are such an ordinary little genius."

    Professor Lockhart once complained at the professors' table that Miss Ollivander was an inflexible acting mediocrity, "She obviously admires me very much, but because she was too nervous, she even said no A good word." He concluded.

    In the potions class the next day, Gwen, who was as mediocre as before, received her first potion O. Professor Snape's comment was that although his abilities were not satisfactory, Barely called honesty.

    After Gwen repeatedly confirmed that he really couldn't hold stinky feet against his conscience, he finally couldn't help declaring to Fred and George that Lockhart would ignore him.

    "We said we'd avenge you," George pressed Gwen's head, "Fred and I are ready to leave our first test to Loja. special."

    Gwen looked at the two suspiciously. Fred held it back for a long time. "A small improvement potion, put it in the pumpkin juice. As long as there is a lame love poem under his dinner plate, this fool will drink it willingly."

    So at the breakfast table the next day, Gwen noticed that Lockhart was walking in a unique way, and she quickly asked the R&D staff, "So what is it, gentlemen inventors?"

    George and Fred were also a little confused, Fred said quickly: "It's a depilatory potion, the kind that is powerful all over the body..." His brother covered his mouth.

    Gwen said she knew it all, no wonder Lockhart walked with a split leg today. The next second she realized the crux of the problem: "Then why is his hair okay??"

    "Trust me, Gwen, we'd love to know too. I don't think with Fred's and me's potion achievements, it's not possible to perfectly avoid the head and just shed the hair elsewhere. "George covered his mouth again.

    "If I can help," Harry interjected, "you know,