94 Diagon Alley

    Zhi smiled and held Gwen's waist a few times, her long dress was blooming like the villain on the cake just now, "My pleasure, Miss Wand."

    Gwen took another ring out of the box and put it on George, and the two sat side by side on the bench, smirking with their left hands. The dark clouds outside the window seemed to have nothing to do with them.

    Ipromisethatitgetsbetter.

    I promise everything will be fine.

    Itreallydoes.

    Really.

    A few days later, it was Gwen's return to school. Tonks had said early on that they would see each other at Hogwarts, and if it wasn't for knowing that they already had a new professor named Slughorn, Gwen almost thought Tonks would be teaching them Defence Against the Dark Arts this year. She put a heavy lock on Ollivander's wand shop and made sure every door and window was enchanted. After a while with George, he reached out with his luggage to stop the elusive knight bus.

    "Are you sure you don't need me to take you to the station?" George asked reluctantly.

    "If you want to be taken to Hogwarts by me in a suitcase." Gwen gestured to open the suitcase, and Fred snapped the open suitcase shut.

    "Don't worry, Gwen. I'll help you watch him." Fred winked.

    "Actually, I prefer you to help me look at the wand shop." Gwen said with some concern, "When I leave, there will be no one patrolling the area, except for you in Diagon Alley. It's almost closed - watch out for yourselves."

    The twins shake their hands together to show they don't care.

    Stan Thornpark, the conductor of the Knight Bus, urged Gwen fiercely.

    She could only hug Fred, then kiss George - "I'll say it again, Hogwarts is a lot less fun without you."

    "The truth." George nodded feigning maturity.

    "The truth." Fred looked at himself in the mirror.

    Gwen met the Weasleys and Harry and of course Hermione at King's Cross. Harry was on the platform convincing Mr. Weasley. She drew closer, and heard their strange conversation.

    Mr. Weasley seemed taken aback. He paused, then said, "Harry, I don't believe You-Know-Who would let a sixteen-year-old—"

    "Does anyone really know what You-Know-Who can and can't do?" Harry asked angrily, "Mr. Weasley, forgive my presumption, but it's not worth it. Investigate? If Malfoy has something to fix, and Borgin needs to be threatened to fix it, it's probably something to do with dark magic, and it's dangerous, right?"

    "Honestly, I'm not sure, Harry," said Mr. Weasley slowly, "you know, Lucius. After Malfoy was arrested, we searched his home. , took away everything that might be dangerous."

    "I think you've missed something," Harry said stubbornly.

    "Yeah, maybe," said Mr. Weasley, but Gwen could sense that Mr. Weasley was playing tricks on him.

    A whistle was heard from behind. Almost everyone got on the train and the doors were closing.

    "You have to hurry," said Mr. Weasley, when Mrs. Weasley shouted, "Harry, hurry!"

    Harry dashed over quickly and Mrs Weasley helped him load the suitcase onto the train.

    "Okay, dear, you and Sirius are coming to spend Christmas with us. This has been discussed with Dumbledore, so we will meet again soon." Mrs. Sly said through the window, as Harry slammed the door shut and the train started, "Just take care of yourself—be good—"

    Gwen took so long to say goodbye to the twins that she almost missed the train. She could only greet the Weasleys sloppily, then called Harry and threw her suitcase inside. Harry was staggered by the sudden attack of the heavy weapon, and managed to stand firm. Gwen then managed to squeeze into the car before the door closed, and apologized.

    She waved to Mrs Weasley outside the window, regretting not saying thank you just now—for the birthday cake. But Mrs Weasley on the platform opened her mouth into a big O shape. Gwen then noticed the ring on her hand and covered her face to hide until the train turned a corner and Mrs Weasley could no longer be seen. .

    Gwen saw that Harry didn't go to Hermione and Ron, and then remembered that they should still be sitting in the prefect's car. Luckily Ginny was in the hallway over there, talking to a few friends. Harry Potter, who has attracted much attention, dragged the box and walked towards her.

    People stared at him unabashedly as he approached. Some people even pressed their faces to the glass windows of the carriage to take a look at him. Gwen heard that the Daily Prophet had published some remarks about Harry being a "savior" and secretly thought he would have to endure increased stares and onlookers this semester.

    Harry tapped Ginny on the shoulder. "Want to find a carriage?"

    "I can't, Harry, I agreed to wait for Gwen." Ginny said cheerfully, "See you later."

    "Okay." Harry's expression showed a strange melancholy.

    The client Gwen felt inexplicable, she squeezed between Ginny and Katie, "Why don't we sit in a room with Harry?" Then whispered to Ginny, "Save him, The girls just devoured him."

    Katie gave Ginny a look, and a group of fourth grade girls were whispering and giggling in the glass window.

    Gwen thought it was a little funny, this scene is exactly the same as when Sirius appeared in the Hogwarts Great Hall.

    Luckily someone helped them out.

    "Hey, Harry!" A familiar voice came from behind.

    "Neville!" Harry breathed a sigh of relief, turning around to see a round-faced boy pushing hard.

    "Hello, Harry," said a long-haired girl behind Neville, her large eyes looking misty.

    "Hello, Luna, how are you?"

    "Good, thanks," Luna said. She pressed a magazine to her chest, and big letters on the cover announced that it contained a pair of free anti-ghost glasses.

    "Let's find a seat," Harry said, and the six of them squeezed past the stunned students and walked down the aisle. Finally, they finally found an empty carriage and hurried into it.

    "They're even staring at us," Neville said, referring to Luna and himself, "because we're with you!"

    "They were staring at you because you were at the Ministry." Harry said, lifting the suitcase into the luggage rack, "Our little adventure was in the It's in the Daily Prophet, you must have seen it."

    "Yeah, I thought grandma would be angry if I went out like this," Neville said, "I didn't expect her to be very happy, saying that I was finally worthy of my father's son. She also Bought me a new wand, look!"

    He drew his wand and handed it to Harry.

    "Cherry wood, unicorn hair," he said triumphantly, "we think it was the last wand Ollivander sold, and he disappeared the next day—oh Sorry, Gwen!"

    Neville then noticed that Gwen had followed them into a box, and his face was about to turn red.

    Gwen smiled at him, "A very rare wood, a wand made of cherry wood has a magical power that only a wizard strong enough in his heart can control. My grandpa was very fond of this work. satisfy."

    Neville looked much better, but he didn't seem to be pleased by Gwen's compliment, but rather relieved that she wasn't hurt.

    "Are we still having a D.A. rally this year, Harry?" asked Luna, who was removing a pair of brightly colored glasses from The Quibbler.

    "Now that I've gotten rid of Umbridge, there's no need to do it again, is there?" Harry said and sat down. Neville had just been trying to catch his fleeing pet toad, when he got out from under the seat and was hit **** the head. He looked very disappointed.

    "I love D.A. Rally! I've learned so much with you!"

    “I love those parties too,” Luna said quietly, “like being with friends.”

    Luna often says these uncomfortable things, which creates a mix of empathy and embarrassment. Before Harry could answer, however, there was a commotion outside the carriage. The group of fourth-grade girls shoved each other.

    "Ask him!"

    "No, go!"

    "I'll go!"

    One of the girls who looked very bold pushed the door and walked in. She had **** eyes, a protruding chin and long black hair.

    "Hello, Harry, I'm Romida, Romida Vanney." She said confidently, "Why don't you sit in our carriage? They're sitting together." She said in a low voice, deliberately letting the others hear, and pointed to Neville's **** that was exposed when he got under the seat again and grabbed Leif, and Luna, who was wearing it now. Looked like a colorful, moody owl with the free pair of glasses. And ignored the three senior witches on the other side.

    "They are my friends," said Harry coldly.

    "Oh," said the girl, looking very surprised, "Oh, all right."

    Then she backed out, closing the sliding door behind her. Gwen and Katie were a little unhappy, they looked at each other and decided to give this group of girls some small