94 Diagon Alley

    The door slammed shut behind her, and a "closed business" sign was hung up.

    "He must have found it." George rubbed his shoulder. "Oh, I've strained my shoulder just to whisper to Hagrid."

    Gwen turned his head and rolled his eyes, then pressed George onto the bench and stood behind him, pinching his stiff shoulders. "I'm so curious, what did you 'bribe' Hagrid with?"

    George sighed, "Eggs of the wicked bird, a pair—an old Chuck in the Leaky Cauldron who smuggled magical animals from Africa sold to us, he guaranteed a male and a female—"

    "Who's to say? After all, it's just two eggs." Gwen felt that George and Fred had been fooled.

    "We are also very skeptical, Fred and I are going to use their feathers to make fine quills, including automatic inkjet, spell check, quick answer..."

    "Give this to Ron for Christmas." Gwen put his arm around George behind his back and said into his ear.

    "But for 'emergency,'" George turned his head slightly, biting the word, "we won't be able to find any good cockroach feathers before Christmas."

    Gwen bit his ear angrily, "Stop pretending, you and Fred can't suffer. How many eggs are there in the warehouse? A pair? Two pairs?"

    "Actually, three pairs." George raised his eyebrows triumphantly, "but I accidentally gave Hagrid the most expensive lime green badger." Showing a heartache.

    "I can exchange a piece of information with you, don't you want to know where Harry and the others sneaked?" Gwen let go of George and walked around him. When he was about to refuse, he said quickly, "They followed Draco Malfoy to the Borgin-Bock wizarding shop in Knockturn Alley."

    George bared his teeth, "This news has no value at all. I didn't agree to exchange it." Then he tapped his finger on his temple, "Let me think about..."

    "You sly weasel," said Gwen angrily, "Malfoy ordered something, probably a dark magic thing."

    "I'm a successful businessman, Gwen. As for Malfoy, I don't like that you pay too much attention to him, and Knockturn Alley is full of dark magic shops, so your news is not surprising." That's when the telescopic ear in George's pocket began to growl.

    "George! Heck! Come back soon, we're going crazy - if anyone dares to steal, it's going to cost more than Galleon - help me make Gwen good." Fred's voice came from a distance, and there was a lot of noise in the joke shop, and he really didn't sound relaxed.

    George lifted his head and sighed, "Not a moment of peace. Remember you owe me a favor, ma'am." Then he kissed Gwen on the corner of the mouth quickly, and Apparated back to Wayne Sly's Magic Tricks Workshop.

    Olivander's Wand Shop welcomed its third unexpected group of guests today, after Gwen locked the doors and windows.

    The way they play is also very dramatic. First there was a crisp explosion, and Snape with black hair and black robe appeared on the first floor out of thin air. He glanced at Gwen, whose jaw dropped and pointed his wand at him, snorted coldly, and walked straight to the fireplace in the shop without saying a word of greeting.

    Just after he made a third impatient tut, Dumbledore strode out of the green flames again.

    "Nice night, isn't it?" He patted the ashes on his long beard, making Gwen realize that it might be time for her to clean out her fireplace.

    Snape was displeased, "My time is precious, Dumbledore, especially during the holidays - or am I getting it wrong? The Hogwarts faculty are not allowed to take it easy. Holiday?"

    "I'm so sorry, Severus. But we have to come when Ollivander is resting." Interest in wands is nowhere near as high as joke merchandise, or we'd have to sacrifice sleep time—did I say, I feel like I'm getting older lately."

    Gwen felt that the Headmaster was more energetic than the young man himself, except perhaps his charred finger. In the stagnant, even frozen air, Gwen broke the silence: "Good evening, Professor, Headmaster."

    "Good evening, Gwen," Dumbledore said softly, before shuffling out of two sofas. Thank goodness Gwen had just been struggling with how to entertain them, so Professor Snape and Dumbledore couldn't be squeezed together on a bench. She has a Potions class at the start of school.

    Dumbledore took a slender stick from his pocket and handed it to Gwen. Little Ollivander took it subconsciously.

    "White birch." She looked at the pattern, then put it under her nose and sniffed, "An old tree, but a very fresh branch." She glanced back at the wall On the magic calendar, yesterday was Wednesday, and a big circle was drawn on it. "It's exactly the Wednesday before the full moon, and if there's a casket in the tree, then that's a good quality wand material."

    Dumbledore clapped his hands gracefully, "That's right, Miss Ollivander. That deserves two points for Gryffindor."

    Snape cleared his throat impatiently and muttered "No extra points on vacation", trying to avoid the headmaster's long speech.

    "Long story short," Dumbledore understood, "we need you to make a wand."

    Gwen nearly threw the branch on the ground with a shake of his hand.

    "Look out, Ollivander," said Snape grotesquely, "We only have one wood that qualifies, and if you break it clumsily, I don't mind for Gran Fendor takes fifty points."

    "No points deducted for holidays." Gwen muttered, and then, regardless of Snape's skinny eyes, explained to Dumbledore, "Headmaster, I've never made one. A decent wand - Garrick wouldn't let me on the cabinet - he said my work was blasphemous to Ollivander."

    Snape looked a little happy.

    But Dumbledore just waved, "We don't need a great wand, Gwen. We need a special wand." Then he looked at Snape, who didn't Reluctantly, he pulled out his well-maintained birch wand.

    Gwen couldn't believe his guess, "You want me to make a..."

    Dumbledore just nodded slowly, and then Gwen quickly warmed up, the three of them like being wrapped in a warm, bright fireball. The great white wizard said in a soft voice, "Listen, Gwen. You need to make a wand that looks exactly like Severus' wand, and it doesn't even have to be a real wand, We need it..." Dumbledore looked at Professor Snape worriedly, with a solemn expression on his face, wondering what he was thinking.

    "I need it to glow green," said Dumbledore.

    Gwen didn't quite understand, "Did you mean fluorescent flashes that kind of light?"

    "No," the headmaster with the white beard shook his head, "we need it to emit a green light when the spell is used." He looked straight at Gwen's through the half-moon glasses Deep inside, he then blinked as if encouraging.

    In Gwen's impression, the magic spell that can emit green light is not a good thing, she was fortunate to see it once in the fifth grade Defence Against the Dark Arts, in addition to the food Dead Apostles' notorious contact information.

    She swallowed her saliva, but instead of expressing her true thoughts, she asked a new question, "What about the core of the wand? Professor..."

    "Ah," Dumbledore seemed to be waiting for her question, first handing Snape's wand to Gwen, and after she confirmed it, he drew a feather from his pocket. "Look, I happen to have a Fox feather."

    Gwen looked at the feather for a long time before saying, "Professor, this is not a phoenix tail feather." Frankly speaking, it felt like a phoenix from Dumbledore's phoenix wings. root feather.

    Dumbledore also regretted: "In fact, for many years Fox has refused to provide tail feathers again, and I think it believes that only two wizards can steer that kind of core."

    This is probably the reason why the wise old man let go - no one can make a decent wand out of a phoenix feather.

    "I can't stay here too long." Snape, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly opened his mouth, and Gwen almost thought he and the sofa were perfectly integrated. "There's a **** bed bug in my house."

    Gwen felt the determination and disgust of "I want to kill bugs a hundred times a day" written on her Potions professor's face. But then the gloomy professor ordered her, "Look carefully, Ollivander. I can't leave my wand with you, you have ten minutes."

    "I think Miss Ollivander will take at least two weeks to make." Dumbledore thought.

    "I can't go out anymore," Snape said. "Olivander can get on the train with the new wand and find a way to give it to me at school."

    Dumbledore thought it was a good idea, so he stopped talking, leaving Gwen a quiet space.

    Gwen stared intently at Professor Snape's wand, "thirteen and one-half inches long, not easy to bend." Then she observed the appearance of the wand, millimeter by millimeter, He found a piece of ooze from Garrick's workshop, carefully stamped his wand on it, and used a pencil to write and draw on the parchment. Ten minutes later, she returned the wand, wiped with a polishing cloth, to the scary potions professor.

    "I might need some help, Professor," she said to Dumbledore and Snape, "George Weasley and Fred Weasley are experts at fake wands.