94 Diagon Alley

    This is something I didn't expect. "

    George and Gwen were stunned, "They've been like this since your third grade—"

    "But Crookshanks—" Hermione blushed suddenly, and Ron cheered beside her, "Crookshanes is pregnant!"

    Gwen's brain felt like a thump, "Pregnant?! I mean, this is amazing news." She stood up to open Crookshanks belly to see In this case, as soon as her hand was stretched out, the dog gave her a vicious snort.

    "It killed me!" Gwen was furious, "it killed me for its girlfriend!"

    “Ha,” Fred said gloatingly, “you know how I feel, Gwen.”

    "We have to talk." Hermione said imposingly.

    Mrs. Weasley was about to enter the kitchen when she faintly heard voices from inside.

    Gwen: "What about this? We're going back to Hogwarts soon."

    George: "But we have to be responsible for... raising them..."

    Gwen: "I don't know, I'm a little nervous...this is my first...pregnancy..."

    Hermione: "Of course we'll help."

    George: "Anyway, they'll probably be born at Hogwarts, we'll have to hide..."

    Mrs. Weasley slammed the door open, the old wooden door creaked and moaned, she looked at George reproachfully, then looked at Gwen with loving eyes, and then were held in place.

    "Oh, my boy," Mrs. Weasley put her arms around Gwen softly, as if she were a fragile doll made of porcelain, "don't be afraid, of course George is responsible!" After she finished speaking, she hit George hard, and the red-haired boy turned his head in confusion and opened his mouth wide.

    "I can take care of you if you want, Gwen. I'm very experienced," Mrs. Weasley said softly, glancing at her belly from time to time for fear of scaring her.

    Gwen blushed and was about to burst into steam—"Wey, Mrs. Weasley, I think you may have misunderstood..."

    Deafening laughter broke out in the kitchen, so loud that Harry, Ginny, Sirius, and even Kreacher ran over to watch the fun.

    Fred was especially serious. He collapsed on the floor, slammed the ground with his fists, and shouted for Merlin to save him.

    Gitted his teeth and said to his mother, "Gwen is all right, Mom, Crookshanks is pregnant."

    Mrs. Weasley had a look of sudden realization on her face, and finally turned her eyes from Gwen's belly to the **** cat licking gracefully on the table.

    The few people who arrived late understood what happened, and a second wave of laughter broke out.

    Gwen had never experienced anything so embarrassing, she felt like she was blushing blood, and Tonks' lucky charm didn't work at all. George clapped the table to his feet, then grabbed Gwen's hand and Apparated upstairs.

    To be honest, Gwen felt even more embarrassed when the two of them looked at each other.

    Especially at dinner she heard Bill reassure George, "Don't worry, George, I've always been suspicious of my birth date."

    As soon as Gwen, who was lying on the bed at night, closed her eyes, she and George were living in the Burrow, followed by a string of dolls with red heads and runny noses.

    Damn, thought Gwen, she fell into a warm trap called Weasley and couldn't get up.

    Fortunately, they will be back at Hogwarts soon, and Gwen will no longer have to accept the daily jokes of adults.

    After the students rushed into the platform one by one with their luggage, Mrs Weasley whispered to Gwen as she hugged her, "I'm sorry, Gwen. But you know, Arthur and I I like you very much."

     Before Gwen could speak, she was pushed onto the train, and Mrs. Weasley waved at her reluctantly. Fred and George met Ginny, who was pulling Harry, and Neville, who couldn't find an empty seat. The last few people squeezed into a cubicle.

    "Hello Luna," Ginny said, "Can we take these seats?"

    The girl sitting by the window raised her head. She had tousled, waist-length blonde hair and very light eyebrows, and she stuck her wand behind her left ear just to be on the safe side, or because she was wearing a string of butterbeer corks. A necklace strung together, or because she turned the magazine upside down when she was reading it. Her eyes swept across Neville and fell on Harry. She nodded.

    "Thank you." Ginny said and smiled at her.

    The boys put several large suitcases and Hedwig's cage on the rack and sat down. Gwen and Ginny were holding the dog and Crookshanks respectively, and the little female cat was solemnly entrusted to Gwen by Hermione - Hermione and Ron were in the prefect's carriage.

    "Have you had a good summer, Luna?" asked Ginny.

    "Yeah," Luna said in a trance, still staring at Harry, "Yeah, had a good time. You're Harry Potter." Then he said a word.

    "I know that," said Harry.

    Neville chuckled. Luna turned her pale eyes to him.

    "I don't know who you are."

    "I'm a little man," Neville said quickly.

    "No, it's not," said Ginny sharply, "Neville Longbottom—this is Luna Lovegood. Luna is my class, but in Ravenk. labor."

    "Extraordinary ingenuity is a man's greatest wealth." Luna said in a singing voice. She held up the upside-down magazine to cover her face, and stopped speaking. Harry and Neville looked at each other with raised eyebrows. Ginny fought her way back from giggling. The train rattled forward, taking them into the open country. It's been a weird, fickle day. For a while the car was full of sunshine, and for a while it was gloomy and cloudy.

    Gwen doesn't communicate much with George lately because she's always a little uncomfortable. She had a dream for several days, in which she and George had given birth to many children - she felt that she was not very solemn to a sixteen-year-old witch, and she was embarrassed to let George know her fantasies, in case he Do you have no will to move forward with yourself in the future life?

    Thanks to Ravenclaw, Gwen immediately found a good way to pass the time. "I've read the magazine," she said to Luna. "Garrick is a loyal reader—it's said about several strange magical creatures."

    Luna's big eyes peeked out from the back of The Quibbler, "Are you Ollivander?" she asked in an ethereal voice.

    Gwen smiled at her, then turned to Harry and said, "I want to say, Harry. The Quibbler is much more valuable than the Daily Prophet, except that you Taste their true irony in the article - at least they dare to tell the truth."

    Harry didn't understand, so he asked Luna to borrow a magazine.

    "The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, when he was elected Minister five years ago, denied that he had any plans to take over Gringotts Wizarding Bank. Fudge always insisted that he only wanted to keep our gold safe 'peaceful cooperation'. But is that really the case? Sources in close contact with the Ministry of Magic recently revealed that Fudge's strongest ambition is to control the goblin's gold reserves, and he would not hesitate to use force if necessary.' It wouldn't be the first time,' said a Ministry insider, 'whose friends call him Connelly Fudge the goblin killer. Hopefully you can hear what he's saying when he thinks there's no one around. Oh, he's always talking about the goblins he killed. Drowned in water, pushed down stairs, poisoned, baked in pies??'"

    Harry's expression told Gwen that he had no idea what the magazine was about, so the good witch decided to give him a word or two.

    "The Quibbler is one of the few publications that thinks that Man-You-Know is really back and suggests that the Ministry of Magic is covering up the truth."

    "My father is a magazine editor." Luna's voice was suddenly less dazed, and she seemed glad someone understood their point.

    Ron and Hermione came over from the prefect's car at this time, "I'm starving." Ron said, stuffing the pig next to Hedwig and grabbing it from Harry A chocolate frog slumped on the seat next to Harry. He tore open the wrapping paper, bit off the frog's head in one bite, then fell back in his chair and closed his eyes, as if he had been exhausted from the morning.

    "Yeah, there are two prefects in the fifth year of every house," said Hermione, looking particularly unhappy as she sat down, "one boy and one girl." "Guess who's who. Slytherin prefect?" said Ron, his eyes still closed.

    "Malfoy," Harry replied without hesitation, trusting that his worst fears would be confirmed. "That's right," said Ron bitterly, shoving the frog's body into his mouth and taking another. "And that perfect cow Pansy Parkinson," said Hermione sharply, "how can she be a prefect when she's dumber than a concussion-ridden mountain monster??"

    "We should be patrolling the aisles occasionally," Ron said to Harry and Neville. "If anyone is doing something bad, we can punish them. I really want to catch Crabbe and Neville right away. What's Goyle's handle??"

    "It's rare for us to agree with you," Fred and George said. "Show them some color."

    "You shouldn't abuse your power, Ron!" said Hermione sternly.

    "I'm going to punish Goyle for writing a sentence, it will kill him, he hates writing the most." Ron said happily. He lowered his voice, imitating Goyle's gruff, hoarse voice, and puckered his face into a ball.