94 Diagon Alley

    Slimming exercises. There are also the legendary Fourth Lady of Hogwarts, Mrs Pince in the library, Mrs Pomfrey in the medical wing, Mrs Hodge, the Quidditch judge, and Filch's cat, the elusive Mrs Norris . It is said that these ladies are not to be messed with.

    Gwen was keenly aware that they were not talking about Gryffindor secrets, and why Lady Loris was more combative than her master Filch. With a thirst for knowledge, she finally asked aloud.

    The twins looked at each other in tacit understanding, "Everything is fine in Gryffindor, we are aggressive and loyal. Just a little informal..." "...that is, the degree of 'occasionally' breaking a few school rules. "

    Gwen suspects that she has seen two big scorers.

    "As for Filch, I think he's a little obsessed with us." Fred winked at George, who accepted the wink and wrinkled his nose: "After all, it's hard to find him like this in school. Obsessed with catching our... er... man."

    Gwen is sure she sees two big scorers.

    Mr. Mischief

    The Hogwarts Express arrived at the station slowly, Gwen changed his robes, said goodbye to the two Mr. Weasleys, and jumped on the boat for the first-year students eagerly. With her are Cormac McLaggen, Katie Bell and a girl with an oriental face, Qiu Zhang. Several children greeted each other and began to share information.

    "Hagrid looks sixteen feet tall," Cormac said. "Will he teach us?"

    Gwen shook her head, "As far as I know, Hagrid is the key keeper and gamekeeper, I can't think of any lessons he can teach." You know, Hogwarts sometimes sends professors to pick up little wizards to Diagon Alley for school supplies. I've met several professors in the store and they're all very nice. Professor McGonagall is a little serious, Professor Flitwick is very knowledgeable , Professor Sprout looked like a kind lady. But I haven't seen Head Slytherin..."

    Katie laughed out loud, "I guess it's because freshmen in this house don't need teachers, and I can't even think of a Muggle-born Slytherin. Come on, we're here! "

    boat house, entrance hall, auditorium, main tower... (special thanks to Frog Sword Saint)

    First-year students begin their sorting ceremony, led by Professor McGonagall in emerald robes. A wrinkled hat cracked open and sang a song. Gwen didn't even listen to the lyrics carefully, thinking about how this hat was enchanted, and how old Mr. Gryffindor was still used for sorting after hundreds of years. In the next second, she fell into deep doubt again, whether there would be any error in this aging sorting system.

    When she came back to her senses, she was already sitting in the chair, and the Sorting Hat was complaining dissatisfiedly that the first-year little Maotou dared to doubt his extraordinary magic power, she was so bold!

    "Bold? Gryffindor!"

    Gwendelyn Ollivander was forced into Gryffindor because of her extraordinary courage to question the relics of the school's founder.

    Gwen ran to sit down beside the cheering and applauding Weasley twins, and was shocked to find that there was a boy with the same red hair but sitting straight and pursing his mouth, looking more than Fred and George are older.

    "George, is this also Mr. Weasley?" asked Gwen, poking his elbow to the right.

    "Of course, this is the pride of the Weasleys, Percy." George answered vaguely, chewing on the drumstick.

    He looks like he's studying well, Gwen thought, and the meticulous old-fashioned look on the twins' faces would give the twins goosebumps just imagining her.

    Gwen and Katie got Gryffindor, and even the beds were next to each other. First-year students do not need to choose their own courses, so the two little girls are together almost from morning to night. The classes at Hogwarts were very interesting, and Gwen was immersed in the transfiguration class in Charms. After all, for an eleven-year-old wizard, a wand-wielding class was a good class.

    With anticipation for the mysterious Slytherin dean, she ushered in the first potions class. The basement was cold and damp, and there were piles of strange taxidermy in glass jars along the walls. Equally gloomy was Professor Snape, his black hair, black eyes and black robe, which made his face even paler.

    "...I can teach you how to increase prestige, brew glory, and even prevent death..." His somber voice recalled in the silent basement.

    "Cool." Gwen commented softly, and made up his mind to learn about potions. You must know that the predecessor of potions is alchemy. If potions can be used on wands or other magic items, they will definitely produce incredible effects.

    After two long classes, Gwen realized that the biggest obstacle to his Potions class was to endure Professor Snape's hostility to Gryffindor and his behavior. He was even like a walking popsicle, bringing more coolness to the already cold basement.

    Katie trembled with her arms in her arms, "I can predict my final potion grades."

    Gwen patted her on the shoulder, "We need to learn to be as quiet as a chicken in Potions class, and most importantly, not to make mistakes. If we work a little harder, maybe we can do it even if the professor floats away. Don't make mistakes when you come around."

    The two little girls left the Potions classroom, and a little further ahead was the janitor Filch's office. Now there is no one in the corridor. Everyone seems to be between Professor Snape's mouth. In the moment of "get out of class" appeared, he fled in the desert.

    Just as Katie was about to take a shortcut back to the common room with one foot forward, Gwen grabbed her. In just a split second, her temples were numb again, and her intuition told her that there was nothing wrong with going this route. He literally dragged Katie around the long way back to the eighth floor.

    Two seconds later, two red heads stick out from behind a mural.

    "What a pity, I almost came over." Fred pursed his lips.

    "I'm sure we weren't found, how did she suddenly change paths?" George also patted his thigh.

    At this moment Filch was walking out of the office, and the two quickly retracted behind the mural. As soon as the poor old janitor opened the office door, he was hit on the head by a dung ball. He jumped his feet in anger and rushed into the corridor to find the culprit. And then be treated to a spree of dung eggs with a Confusion Charm. After he went to the bathroom angrily to clean up, the twins cradled their shoulders and got out of the secret passage.

    "Don't worry, brother, this is what we prepared for Mr. Filch anyway."

    "Obviously he's enjoying it."

    Miss Gwen evades the prank 1 successfully.

    One month after the start of school, Gwen has adapted to the study life at Hogwarts. She wrote to Mr. Ollivander to say that she was doing well in the practical classes and that she liked the professors. But history of magic was such a boring course that she couldn't even stop herself from taking a nap in class. She also looked at the wands of many students. The good news is that the students have done a good job in the management and maintenance of the wands. Among them, there are many interesting and special wands. Most of these owners are very similar to the characteristics of the wand itself. Gwen also worried in the letter that if this continued, their wands would affect sales because of their high quality. She would have advised Mr Ollivander to refer to the marketing strategy shared by her Muggle-born classmates, to make some limited edition wands, or to promote fake news like "changing wands every five years to keep wizards healthy".

    But considering that she might lose this precious grandfather-grandson relationship, she finally crossed out this passage vigorously.

    At the end of the letter, Gwen also complained that Gryffindor's dormitory floor is too high, and the stairs of Hogwarts have its own ideas, so that he has gone a lot of wrong ways, Climb up and down dozens of stairs every day.

    "I don't understand, we know magic, why are we so tired. Glick, I promise you, I have to invent something this semester, my knee Say you don't want to climb stairs anymore."

    After sending off the owl, Gwen felt compelled to fight with Weasley, who had been at Hogwarts for less than two years, but who could swim every day and night under Filch's eyes. Brother talk.

    "Good morning, Fred and George." Gwen sat next to them with a plate and grabbed himself a glass of pumpkin juice. "I wanted to ask if there was any way you guys could get out of this **** 8 flight of stairs"

    "Good morning, Miss Wand, I thought freshmen would like the changing charm of the Hogwarts stairs." Fred smiled and asked her to help pass the bacon.

    "No, Mr. Mischief. I might even say I hate them." Gwen savagely forked a piece of mushroom.

    "I think it's difficult," George thought carefully, holding his chin. "Hogwarts can't Apparate, and you can't ride a broom in the castle."

    Their friend Lee Jordan joined the conversation, "Hey, do you know a Muggle elevator, it's an iron box that goes up and down dozens of feet."

    Gwen's eyes widened, "Did you hear that? Even Muggles can figure out a way not to climb the stairs!" He read the statement of the iron box carefully. "I think it's a good idea. If I also make a box that can send me directly from the first floor to the eighth floor, then I can sleep an extra 20 minutes a day."

    The twins slapped each other's thighs, "We don't know what to laugh at, Miss Wand." "You may be sent to the sky by your own invention..." "Or your little short. It takes 20 minutes for my legs to go upstairs and downstairs."

    After saying, the two are serious, "But we support your wild ideas..." "If you are ready to start an experiment, please call us together (to watch the fun)."

    Gwen drank a glass of pumpkin juice and rolled his eyes at the two dudes, "Come on, gentlemen, do you know that you look like two Percys now?