94 Diagon Alley

    Ron still looked at Harry in horror, "Man, you need to talk to Gwen. About your wand, or Mr. Ollivander."

    "You're doubting Ollivander's position again, Ronald!" said Hermione, crossing her arms.

    "Not quite," Ron retorted her in no hurry, "that's her grandpa after all - being tortured by You-Know-Who, I mean, as friends, we should tell Gwen - and make sense I wonder what secrets Ollivander told You-Know-Who."

    Chaos Wedding

    In the hut, Lupin and Tonks settled the seriously injured Moody. Fred and Bill also helped George back to the twins' old room on the third floor.

    "You need a good night's sleep now." Gwen helped George tuck the quilt and put a cup of hot herbal tea on his bed. "You're bleeding too much."

    "Don't worry, I'll be watching him tonight." Fred kicked all their dangerous experiments under the bed, and several foxes were frightened and flew out.

    "I'll take your class tomorrow." Gwen said to Fred, then touched George's hot face and kissed his lips lightly, "I'll go help Mrs Weasley looked at the potion - Mad-Eye's side needs to be taken care of too." Then he closed the door softly.

    She helped Mrs Weasley cut the **** root and peppermint when she was called away by Ron and Hermione, who were sneaking at the kitchen door.

    "What happened?" Gwen wiped the tingling juice from his fingertips with a handkerchief, and looked at the inexplicable three-Harry clutching his forehead and breathing.

    "Uh...I think I saw Mr. Ollivander." Harry said straight to the point.

    The handkerchief fell on the ground, and Gwen had no time to pick it up: "Tonight? Where? Did you see him on the road?"

    "No," Hermione hurriedly let Harry, who was holding the scar, sit down first, and hurriedly explained to Gwen: "It's his scar that hurts again, and it's the same as before. The last time Harry saw the conversation between You-Know-Who and Ollivander. Just now."

    "Is he all right?" Gwen asked, clutching Harry's arm tightly, she couldn't take any more bad news tonight.

    "Not good - okay - I mean," Harry organized his words, "he looks haggard and Voldemort has been torturing him."

    "But he was alive just now, wasn't he!" Gwen shook Harry excitedly, because suddenly, she couldn't take the family tree with her. "What happened tonight won't make him..."

    "Yes," said Harry. "That's why we're looking for you. Gwen, Mr. Ollivander is all right. Voldemort seems to have some reason not to kill him."

    "I understand," Gwen, who was relieved, barely hooked the corners of his mouth at a few friends, "Thank you for telling me that the situation is critical now, and being alive is the best news. As for your question, Harry, perhaps I can hear you talk about the conversation between You-Know-Who and Garrick."

    Harry hesitated before repeating the reason for Voldemort's anger. "He's angry because even if he used Lucius Malfoy's wand, it didn't kill me."

    "Then he already knows about the brother's wand." Gwen pondered for a moment, then turned to Harry, "Are you sure you didn't use magic? Really the wand himself—"

    Harry showed the wand directly to Gwen, "I'm sure I didn't even have time to say the spell."

    Gwen carefully studied the famous wand for a long time, holly wood, phoenix feather, soft and flexible. Then she hesitated. "Remind me, when was the last time I touched your wand?"

    "I can't remember," said Harry. "It must have been many years ago—after the Quidditch World Cup, maybe?"

    "I don't have a good memory," Gwen looked at Harry's wand as if he had discovered something remarkable, "but either you have made great strides in recent years and have become a One or two great wizards. Either your wand has somehow absorbed some other power."

    "I'm not throwing cold water on you, man," said Ron, suddenly refreshed, also staring at the holly branch, "but I think we can just skip the first possibility. , focus on the latter one."

    "I can feel the wand's two powers." Gwen tapped the tip of the wand with his fingertips, then pulled his hand back as if he'd been scalded. "One is the magic of the wand itself and Harry's grinding together, and the other is so powerful that I can't even feel how that power got into the wand."

    "Maybe it's time for Dumbledore to make up for you..." Hermione said cautiously. Harry immediately shook his head and retorted. He knew best what Dumbledore was teaching, and it was definitely not giving him any secret weapons or magical powers.

    But the three other people present clearly agreed with this conjecture, especially Gwen.

    "It makes sense." Her eyes brightened, "This must be Dumbledore's protective magic, no wonder You-Know-Who can't hurt you—not to mention Lucius' broken stick! Don't make that look, Harry, Dumbledore can do amazing things, he thinks three more moves than we do."

    "Can this power last forever?" Hermione asked worriedly.

    "I'm afraid not." Gwen recovered, "Like I said, the wand is just the medium. The real power always comes from the wizard himself."

    "This may be the reason why Voldemort still keeps old Ollivander." Ron commented eloquently, "Because his snake head must still want to find a shortcut to break the wand's 'curse'."

    "I can't tell." Hermione shook her head, "I always feel that Mr. Ollivander has other more valuable information."

    "I can't help you with this..." Gwen said apologetically to the others, getting up from the sofa, "...no clue. The only thing for sure is that Dumbledore Arrangements have been made for Garrick. The day Garrick spit out his secrets may also be the time for our final battle."

    "Fortunately, Voldemort is not alone looking for power." Hermione said firmly, taking Ron and Harry's hands.

    George regained his energy the next day. It is said that because he slept well, he ran into Harry and Ginny who "had a good conversation" when he got up early in the morning and brushed his teeth, and greeted them kindly Good morning.

    "What does it mean to have a good conversation?" asked Gwen, who was changing his bandages.

    "What he meant to say was an exchange of saliva." Fred said impatiently, holding a small bowl of sticky potion, "don't be so careful, Gwen. You seem to think of George as a What a baby."

    "Of course I have to be careful," Gwen took the potion from Fred's hand and smeared a little on the wound, "If my boyfriend's beauty is damaged because of this, it's yours I will regret it for the rest of my life."

    "Can I duel her?" Fred looked seriously at George who was pretending to sleep with his eyes closed, "I've wanted to do this for a long time, to have a duel between wizards. "

    "Excuse me," Gwen dismissed the offer frivolously, "George, it's not a good thing to interrupt someone's date."

    The red-haired wizard yawned, "Ginny said Harry broke up with her, and you saw how sad she was. So technically I didn't interrupt their date - they already Not a couple anymore."

    Then several people discussed Harry's recent state of mind.

    "Understandably, he doesn't want to get anyone involved." Fred shrugged, "But we all know it's impossible."

    "Voldemort doesn't care about this," George's fleshy wound was itching, but his hand was pinned by Gwen, "Our family has long been a traitor to pure-blood wizards. Including you, Gwen."

    "I'm not even a pure-blood wizard," Gwen said nonchalantly. "Don't talk about that, I think Ron, Harry, and Hermione are planning to find something."

    "Apparently," said the twins in unison, "Hogwarts without Dumbledore is not worth their affection."

    Well, the last time Hogwarts left school, the duo dropped out in high profile.

    "Mom has already told us." Fred didn't know what to look for, and said without looking back, "She wants to find out when they drop out of Hogwarts. What to do - we certainly don't know."

    "And we think it's the safest option." George sat up from the bed, "If no one knows where Harry is going, then the Death Eaters can't find him. already."

    "Well, I promise I won't ask them about their plans." Gwen swore with his hands on his chest.

    Since then, everyone has been busy preparing for the wedding and has almost no time to think about things, except for Mad-Eye who just opened his eyes and can't move - he himself is very unhappy, because he can't immediately Stand up and fight the Death Eaters - everyone else is happy that he's getting better. After two days of endless scrubbing the dishes, coloring the gifts, ribbons and flowers, clearing the garden of goblins, the kids helped Mrs Weasley bake a huge pile of hors d'oeuvres.

    Mrs. Weasley tried her best to keep the trio of Saviors from meeting, always assigning them different tasks. But it actually created a good opportunity for Ron.

    "Puff-puff-puff-"

    After Gwen spread the last pancake, a red head emerged from the corner. After confirming that Mrs. Weasley was not giving her more work, Gwen happily followed Ron into the attic.

    "Your voice is so loud that the goblins in the garden can hear it clearly." Gwen commented on his performance just now.

    "Alright alright, you're frying in a pan! I've gotta get the lights on," muttered Ron