94 Diagon Alley

    What Ni is more concerned about is when Harry can be taken back to Grimmauld Place. Bewildered, Gwen asked them who else was in the house besides them, and what they were discussing in their daily meetings.

    "If only we knew," said Hermione deflated. "The adults have been guarding us."

    Mrs. Weasley shouted downstairs for dinner, and the six of them could only walk down the stairs with curiosity.

    Ginny also reminded Gwen to speak softly and not touch things on the way, "or you'll have a chance to chat with Sirius' mother."

    "Sounds good." Gwen pondered the words, after all, this was someone else's territory.

    But the other five stopped and looked at Gwen with troll eyes, "Trust me, you won't like it."

    They went to the bottom of the stairs and through a door into the basement kitchen.

    It was almost as dark as in the foyer above, a deep cavernous room surrounded by rough stone walls. Most of the light comes from a large fireplace at the far end of the room. Because of the meeting, the room was filled with many chairs, and in the middle was a long wooden table, on which were scattered parchment rolls, goblets, and empty wine bottles. Mr. Weasley and his eldest son, Bill, were sitting at the other end of the table, their heads together, whispering something.

    Gwen saw quite a few familiar faces, besides the Weasleys, there was Lupin looking worried, their poor professor Moody from last term, and a passing shadow.

    Gwen rubbed his eyes, "It's so dark, I just thought I saw Professor Snape."

    "You read that right." George said solemnly, "He is also from the Order of the Phoenix."

    "Then why didn't he stay for dinner?" Gwen was a little curious.

    Ron showed the look of looking at the troll again, "The focus of your attention is not to doubt his position, but whether he eats dinner?"

    "Oh," Gwen greeted Mr. Weasley with a smile, "isn't that strange? Otherwise Dumbledore wouldn't have let him in the house."

    Hermione glared at Ron and answered Gwen's question, "Professor Snape never stays with us for dinner."

    "Because no one can eat dinner with his face," Fred concluded.

    During dinner, Gwen met Auror Tonks through Ginny's introduction, and she didn't like being called by her name. Tonks amused Hermione and Ginny by deforming her nose while eating. Every time she closed her eyes tightly with an expression of pain, her nose suddenly swollen like a bird's beak, looking like Snape's nose, then shrank back to the size of a round mushroom, Then a bunch of nose hairs popped out of each nostril. It was apparently a regular mealtime entertainment, as soon Hermione and Ginny asked her to change their favorite nose.

    "Conjure up a pig's nose, Tonks."

    Gwen looked up, and for a moment, "I thought Crabbe or Goyle were sitting across from me!" obsessed with.

    "Transformed Magus, right? Tonks." Gwen habitually served George with a few pieces of stew, urging him to eat more cauliflower, with his eager eyes tightly Follow Tonks' moves. "Your Transfiguration must be fantastic."

    Tonks had a big smile with a pig nose and beautiful violet hair. "Born. In Auror training, I got top marks for concealment and disguise without having to study at all."

    Gwen let out an envious sigh, staring at Tonks the whole dinner. "If I had this ability, I wouldn't have to worry about O.W.L.s grades."

    It seems to confirm Gwen's unfortunate prediction that a strange owl brought Gwen's report card for breakfast the next day.

    Only the Weasleys, Hermione, Gwen and Lupin were at the table. The others seem to have left after dinner yesterday, and Lupin will be leaving in the afternoon.

    Gwen took the envelope from the owl's foot and announced in a loud and happy voice, "My friends, I won't be taking Potions next year. You know, Professor Snape only Students who are accepted with an O go to a higher class."

    "I thought you liked him." Fred said with a huge fried egg in his mouth.

    "If he doesn't detain me," Gwen explained, "and no one can please him in Potions. Let's be honest, Professor Snape's face It's almost full - you're all offending me with your IQ."

    Then she opened the envelope and looked at her grades one by one. George also leaned over, and Mrs. Weasley, who was at the hearth, seemed to stretch her ears.

    "You actually took the certificate of ancient runes!" George's eyes widened.

    "It's just an A, I don't think I'm going to take the class. N.E.W.T is just too hard," Gwen said.

    "Charms, Transfiguration, and History of Magic are all O." Fred also looked at Gwen's report card, "Seriously? Gwen? History of Magic?"

    "I memorized it for half a year," Gwen said proudly. "Katie said I dreamed of saying goblin names. Three excellent, I'm satisfied." Then she was ready to start counting I got a few certificates myself.

    George suddenly raised his head and looked at his girlfriend with sympathy. "Gwen, take care."

    "What are you talking about, one, two...nine certificates, it's not surprising, I only got a P in the divination class." Then she seemed to see something incredible, her hands trembled, then The transcripts fell on the dining table.

    Hermione took it curiously, "You got an O in Potions! Gwen."

    The client has become confused and can't control his brain, "This is impossible! I never got an O in the final exam of the potions at Hogwarts!"

    At this moment, a sinister low voice glides like a cello strumming, "Obviously, the Wizarding Examination Authority does not understand the actual level of the students, and they are always too forgiving."

    Gwen nearly fell to his knees in the dining room. "Teach...Professor..."

    Snape didn't even look at her, but at Mr. Weasley, who was snickering, Bill and Lupin raised their chins, "Dumbledore is here for a meeting." Then He left with his robe floating.

    Gwen slumped in his chair and asked George, "Tell me, George, how many people are in the N.E.W.Ts Potions class."

    Fred snapped his fingers, "Four Ravenclaw, four Slytherins, three Gryffindors and one Hufflepuff."

    Gwen wailed, "I have a hunch that I will be expelled from the potions professor in sixth grade because of my mental retardation, or sold as potion materials for angering him."

    "Miss Ollivander, how many copper nut do you think you can be worth?" A familiar and annoying voice flew in from the door.

    On the long dining table, everyone except Hermione was looking at Gwen with the solemn expression of a funeral.

    Gwen, a reckless man from Gryffindor.

    Harry's Advance Guard

    In the third week of summer vacation, Gwen joined the Order of the Phoenix Reserve—as the kids call themselves—the cleaning team. Mrs. Weasley changed her warm and enthusiastic image in front of outsiders, and assigned tasks to everyone in a drastic manner.

    "Look, I must talk to Sirius when he comes back, Harry will be depressed here!" Mrs. Weasley whispered as she walked in Black's old house.

    "Trust me, Mum. Harry is really depressed in a Muggle house, can't we just pick him up now? Fred and George can—" Ron asked, holding his head.

    "Absolutely not!" Molly shouted suddenly, waking several restless residents of the house, and a rustling sound came from the walls, "Ronald Weasley , if I find out that you and your brothers have anything—no, I'll drop you from Hogwarts if you step out of the house!"

    Ron shrugged and ran away.

    "Now, Fred, George, and Gwen." Mrs. Weasley tossed her wand to arrange work, "You are in charge of all the bedrooms on the fourth floor, don't look like that, Fred , or George."

    The twins and Gwen took the next step up the third floor under Molly's eye.

    "Ron, Hermione, Ginny. You three clean the bedrooms on the second and third floors, behind the curtains and under the beds. Don't touch the living room, that'll take Mad-Eye to see. Clean up again."

    "Of course I won't go to the living room, there are weird dark magic objects everywhere." Ron whispered to Hermione.

    "You don't need to take care of the girls' room," Hermione said. "You just need to clean up Harry's bedroom, and when he arrives, you can lie down and think about nothing."

    "I envy you." Gwen sighed, holding a rag, "I'll be an adult in a year."

    "Don't frown, Gwen." Fred was commanding a broom to rampage around the room. "We'll cover you, and you can use magic with impunity."

    "I'd better be more cautious," Gwen shyly, "There are a bunch of Aurors and professors downstairs at any time, and the last time I said a bad word, Professor Snape was on the spot. Catch it, if it weren't for the holiday now, I might have been caught to get rid of acne on the toad."

    George didn't seem to be in high spirits either, "Merlin, if he keeps you locked up next term - this is my last year at Hogwarts."

    "Stop, you two disgusting bastards." Fred stepped forward and stood between them, "No hugs, no kisses, no flirting. I'm staring right now. You work!"

    "This is clean enough." Gwen said with a conscience, "I must admit, Sirius created Harry