94 Diagon Alley

    Farewell to school. In the best wizarding school in the world, she spent seven good years, and Gwen had a sour nose. This time, instead of sitting in a box with Ron and Ginny, she was with her graduate friends. They reminisced about their first grade, when even the ceiling of the auditorium could keep them awake half-awake with excitement.

    The train moves as fast as campus life. After waving goodbye to friends on the platform, everyone leaves in all directions, and everyone starts a new chapter in their life.

    George was waiting for her at the station.

    "We have to hurry back to the wand shop," George took Gwen's small suitcase, let her take his arm, and found a Muggle-free corner, "a friend ten See you in a few minutes."

    "What friend?" Before Gwen could finish speaking, a force pulled on his navel and Apparated in Ollivander's wand shop.

    Their arrival made the wand shop that had been empty all semester throw up dust, and the two sneezed seven or eight in succession before laughing and waving their wands to tidy up the shop.

    "I said you should leave me a key." George's housework magic is very authentic, and the spiders moved overnight with bags under his command.

    "You're too busy," Gwen struggled against the wand box that was piled to the ceiling, "if I find you any more work, Fred will ruthlessly throw me in Inside the cauldron."

    "I think that's all right, they're all informal, can you go make a pot of tea, Gwen? They'll be there in five minutes." George watched with satisfaction The floor, still gray, pushed Gwen to the cramped kitchenette.

    "Even if you are entertaining friends, this is too hasty..." She mumbled, hurriedly cleaning the teapot and taking out the tea leaves from the beautiful iron box.

    With two cracks, two wizards appeared out of nowhere in the cramped wand shop.

    "Good afternoon, Remus, Mad-Eye." George greeted them skillfully.

    Gwen came out with the tea tray and almost dropped the sugar bowl on the ground.

    Because there is no table, the few people who have just met at the funeral can only drink tea around the counter.

    "Tonks told us you once wanted to join the Order of the Phoenix." Lupin said softly, looking like he could digest the Dumbledore thing.

    "Once?" Gwen's teacup was placed on the porcelain saucer, making a crisp sound, "I want to join now."

    Moody looked at the young witch unabashedly with his magic eyes again, "The Order of the Phoenix should indeed grow its ranks, but I would say that quality is more important than quantity."

    Gwen blushed a little as she graded herself in her head. Combat magic—not great, quick-witted—not as good as George next to him, mentality—she's a joke to Moody.

    "I may not be the best, but I will do my best to help everyone." She stammered.

    "Then let's simplify the process." Moody paced the store with wooden legs, "After all, the headquarters has changed..."

    "Why?" Gwen wondered.

     "Because since the death of Dumbledore the Keeper, everyone who Dumbledore has disclosed to him has become a Keeper." Moody answered her quickly, ignoring it completely Gwen looked suspicious.

    That's a good question, Gwen thought, and since Dumbledore was still alive, there must be other reasons why Moody must abandon Grimmauld Place as headquarters.

    "There are about twenty of us, which greatly weakens the power of the Faithful Charm. The Death Eaters have twenty times the chance of getting a secret out of someone's mouth. So we can't count on this How long can we keep secrets. That includes Snape who got away..." Lupin said.

    "It's pretty safe here, I don't understand why a wand shop has so many bizarre defensive magics, but," Moody had walked to the back door of the shop, and rolled his eyes to the two building. "We can use this as a safe house."

    Gwen looked at George questioningly, and he blinked for Gwen to listen.

    "The boy is in danger now, we can't let him go back to the old headquarters." Moody sat down on the bench and explained, "Before he is an adult, he must stay with his aunt. That. Dumbledore used to do a lot of protection for that house."

    Gwen looked at the yellowed calendar on the wall, "It's not a few days, he'll be seventeen soon."

    "We can't talk more here." Lupin looked out the window alertly. "Today is an interview - or an invitation, maybe next time we meet at the new headquarters, we can talk more carefully."

    "Going." Mad-Eye tapped the bench with his wand. Without giving Gwen a chance to say goodbye, the two disappeared with a bang.

    "Wow," George exclaimed, looking at the once again empty wand shop, "you have to admit, they're pretty cool."

    "They're too hot." Gwen sent the cups into the sink. "Are you in too, dear?"

    "Yeah, Mom won't stop us this time." George continued to clean up a few fish that slipped through the cobwebs, "Fred and I did a lot for them, both An inconspicuous little thing. But next time we can be part of that big operation."

    Gwen sighed and looked at the lifeless house across the street, "I hope we can go back to our old life sooner, and Diagon Alley won't be so lively anymore."

    George squeezed her cheek from behind and grinned, "That's a big mistake, Gwen. As long as Weasley's Witchcraft and Wizardry is open, Diagon Alley is the happiest place in the wizarding world. place."

    A few days later, Fred and George locked the door of the joke shop early and walked back to the wand shop.

    "Mom invited you to dinner." George whispered, turning over the business sign with his backhand. "All good friends are here."

    "How do we get there?" Gwen whispered, "Apparitioned outside the village?"

    "I'm afraid not." George used his wand to fly a broken can out of Fred's briefcase. "Use the port key."

    "Three minutes left, hurry up." Fred looked at his pocket watch, "I count one, two, three, my hand—"

    Gwen hurriedly put his hand on the can, and the whole figure was flushed down the water pipe and appeared in the living room of the Burrow a few minutes later.

    Lupin raised his wand and asked the twins a few questions to confirm their identity, then asked Gwen, "What is the best skin for a rat trap?"

    Gwen was stunned for a second, remembering his gizmo when he was in fourth grade: "Uh..."The Monster Book of Monsters"?"

    "It's her." Lupin put away his wand. "By the way, Peter Pettigrew and Lucius Malfoy have both escaped. Welcome to the new headquarters, Gwen."

    Gwen put on a stiff smile and walked towards the kitchen, which was packed.

    Mundungus put her legs on the dining table, Mrs. Weasley was staring at him in disgust, and when she saw Gwen, she immediately changed her expression and hugged her warmly: "I tell them you Still too young, less than a year old, but Mad-Eye said you insisted on joining..."

    "Yes, ma'am. I'd love to do something." Gwen was breathless by her warm, soft embrace, but less nervous.

    "Explosions, plane crashes, he enjoys killing Muggles..." Mr. Weasley shook his head and sighed.

    "And the fog created by the Dementors - Dumbledore has long warned the Ministry that Dementors are not to be trusted." Cedric frowned.

    "It sucks, and my business **** too." Mundungus looked around frantically and greeted Gwen too enthusiastically: "Aha! Ollivander, you How's your business going?"

    Gwen was a little surprised that he confided in himself, "Not a single order. There hasn't been a little wizard to buy a wand yet this year."

    "Tsk tsk," Mundungus looked heartbroken, "the times are turbulent."

    Tuk-tuk, Mad-Eye tapped the floor hard with one of his wooden legs, Gwen saw George's eyelids twitch, and peeked distressedly to see if there was any hole in the floor.

    "Stop complaining about your purse, boneless reptile," Moody said. "We have to make a quick decision."

    "What decision." Gwen whispered to George.

    "Escort Harry." George answered her quickly.

    "...needs a surefire way. And also to divert the family of Muggles..." Mad-Eye continued.

    "Wait until he turns seventeen, the night of the 30th, and we'll do it," suggested Dedalo Digg.

    "Maybe the Auror Office could be involved..." said Hestia Jones.

    "Absolutely not." Kingsley, who had been silent, retorted firmly with his calm voice. "The Ministry of Magic is no longer safe." He looked at Tonks and Cedric with complicated eyes. "Dawlish has been a little abnormal recently."

    "Sinkness - the newly appointed head of the Division of Magical Law Enforcement - has also gone to great lengths and caused us a lot of trouble. He classifies many of his practices as illegal, and if caught Jail." Cedric explained to the puzzled crowd, "The Floo network and Apparition in Little Whinging are strictly controlled, and he doesn't even allow us to put a door key there directly, saying it's to protect Harry."

    "Nonsense," Tonks scoffed, "all he did was actually prevent Harry from getting out of there safely."

    "Actually, we can pass the fake news of Operation 30 to Dawlish." Bill, who was almost healthy, pondered for a moment and came up with an idea, "But actually we have to transfer Harry earlier. "

    "Saturday is a good time," said Lupin, looking at the moon calendar, "but be careful."

    Everyone was silent, trying to find a foolproof solution