94 Diagon Alley

    After a week of continuous review, I finally welcomed the opportunity to research and develop experiments.

    "Come on, Gwen, what are you going to do?" The twins were wearing Mrs. Weasley's new hats. Dai came out and swaggered through the market.

    "I think, this cage must actively attract mice, maybe use an advanced summoning spell? Then add a few imprisoning spells." Gwen bit the quill candy in Wan Scratched over the same year-old parchment.

    "If you're going to make it an automatic mousetrap," George said slowly, "then find a way to make the cage recognize the creature."

    "Genius, bro." Fred and George high-five, "Gwen, we happen to know a little spell to deal with goblins. Every time Mom asks us to tidy up the garden..."

    "...we always use a spell to pick out the biggest goblin..."

    “…grab the goblins by their ankles and spin them a few times to stun them, then throw them out of the garden…”

    "…those guys are so stupid that when they realize they're doing a goblin eradication, they rush out of their holes to see what's going on..."

    Dazzled as the twins share the Weasley Goblin story, Gwen reluctantly interrupts, "I don't understand, what does this have to do with the rat cage?"

    Fred made a look of pity, "You really need to relax, Gwen, I can't hear the sound of your brain racing."

    "Fred is right, you should let yourself go - I'm not saying we don't want to review O.W.L.s - well, that spell to pick out the biggest goblins, with a little change, will do Identify the smallest things."

    Gwen retracted his gaze at George, thoughtfully, "That makes sense, George. If we can accurately identify the smallest creature in the room, then we can successfully catch Scabbers."

    Fred added, "Even, if you just want to catch Scabbers, it's easier to let the cage catch the smallest magical creature in the room."

    "But Ron said Scabbers can't do anything." Gwen wondered.

    "It can live for 12 years is its greatest ability - under our hands." The twins looked at each other and raised their eyebrows and smiled evilly.

    "Okay, gentlemen." Gwen happily "disturbed" the Weasley brothers who were sleeping in the library, "The spell you taught me is done. The smallest one was successfully found in the shed, and it was in the presence of several wizards."

    George, who opened his eyes in a daze, saw Gwen's face appear in front of him as soon as he woke up. Wen's back numb. Fortunately, when Fred woke up, he let out an old man-like moan, which made the embarrassing scene come alive.

    "...Ah, great, so what's the next step?" George quickly sat up and wiped his face.

    Gwen paused for a while and waited for the goosebumps to subside before saying, "I need your help next, go and ask Ron to borrow a book of "Monsters' Monsters" that he is using in the third grade. "."

    "Why don't you borrow it yourself?" Fred again bluntly pointed out the crux of the problem.

    Gwen persuaded herself to sink in and explain.

    "Because Ron and Hermione had a fight again, yes, it's still Crookshanks and Scabbers. But the dog is after Crookshanks, so as his owner, I must and Hermione is on friendly terms - how can I expect you guys with Bludgers in your head to understand? Anyway, for the love of the dog, I can't be in Hermione's face when Ron and Hermione are fighting Go talk to Ron, but these two guys stick together from morning to night even though they quarrel every day, what kind of weird relationship is this?"

    "Okay," George felt his newly revived brain turning into a mess again, "then why the weird book?"

    Gwen pointed to his humble, unremarkable cage, "I like the book's sharp teeth and beast-like bite. Going to add some decoration to my rat cage, and A little bit dangerous."

    About an hour later, when the twins returned to the common room with the book of monsters tied with a rope, they found that the hallway was crowded with people.

    "Please let me over." Percy's voice came from behind them, and he stepped out of the crowd in a dignified manner. "Why are you stuck here, you all don't seem to have forgotten your passwords—sorry, I'm the president of the Boys Student Council—"

    The crowd quieted down, starting from the front, so it was like a cold snap spreading down the corridor. They heard Percy speak, and his voice suddenly shrilled: "Someone go ask Professor Dumbledore. Quick!"

    "What's wrong" said Gwen, who had just arrived.

    Sirius invaded Gryffindor Tower and attacked the Fat Lady portrait at the door of the dormitory.

    "The faculty and myself will conduct a thorough search of the castle," Professor Dumbledore told the students, as Professor McGonagall and Flitwick closed all the doors of the auditorium, "For your own safety, I think you may be spending the night here. I asked the prefects to stand guard at the entrance to the auditorium, and the boys and girls presidents stay in the auditorium to take charge. Report anything to me right away," He added this to Percy, who looked proud of someone important, "Find a ghost to speak to me."

    Professor Dumbledore paused, was about to leave the auditorium, and said, "Oh, yes, you will need..." He waved his wand at will, and the long tables flew to the edge of the auditorium up, stand against the wall; with another wave, the ground is covered with hundreds of purple sleeping bags. "Sleep well," said Professor Dumbledore, closing the door as he went out. Immediately there was a buzzing of excitement in the auditorium: the Gryffindor House students were busy telling the other students what had just happened.

    Gwen stared at Harry and the others, the three little guys grabbed three sleeping bags and hid them in the corner. Gwen hurriedly took the twins and Ginny quietly occupied a position near them.

    But Ginny refuses to lie down with her dangerous twin brothers, squeezing decisively between Hermione and Gwen, listening to their speculations about how Sirius got into the castle with her ears open. Gwen also tried to eavesdrop with her head in the sleeping bag, but I don't know if Hermione had cast some soundproofing spell, or if they were really too far away, Gwen could only hear his own heartbeat and George's long breathing next to him. .

    until he rolled over and propped his head up, letting out a gasping chuckle. Gwen quickly clamped the sleeping bag and rolled to the left to face Ginny.

    "You're like an eavesdropping mouse." There was a warm air in Gwen's ear, and George said with a half-smile behind him.

    She gritted her teeth and retorted, "Don't call me a mouse." Then she turned over with a big gesture, slammed her head on George's chin, and exclaimed in pain.

    Percy happened to pass by, and his warning eyes stayed above the two for a while before leaving in a hurry, I am afraid he wanted to join Dumbledore and Snape's conversation.

    "You're a rude little mouse now." George hissed while rubbing his chin in his sleeping bag.

    "Call me a mouse again and I promise to punch you in the stomach." Gwen said, waving his fist.

    "Okay okay, I think Sirius will be scared away by your threats." George reached out a large hand and gently stroked Gwen's head, making her feel like she was alive A grumpy pet. "Good night, Gwen."

    "...good night, George." Gwen put aside her ill-timed imagination and decided to get a good night's sleep and remodel her great rat trap tomorrow.

    Half-consciousness she heard Fred vomit through George, followed by a muffled groan.

    The next morning, Gwen felt sore on the floor sleeping, as if someone had been huddled and beaten up and down in a sack all night.

    "If you want me to say, your sleeping is not very good." George's voice came from afar.

    Gwen struggled for a long time to get out of the sleeping bag, then she greedily breathed the fresh air, "Merlin, I almost drowned in the sleeping bag."

    "And I almost got a hole in your head." George said in a good mood.

    Gwen then noticed that she was in a very strange position - huddled - with her head on George's stomach, although she didn't want to admit it, but at the moment she really looked like a wild boar.

    In this case, she must not lose, Gwen cheered herself loudly in her heart. Then he rubbed George's belly carefully, up and down, left and right.

    "I rubbed it for you," she said, "no holes, quite soft." Then Gwen blushed, silly girl, Ollivander's face You lost everything, and then she added in a hurry, "It seems that Wood hasn't trained enough, I didn't feel my abs."

    George was rarely choked by these words, and he didn't know what to say for a while, but felt his belly warmed by the rubbing of his little hands. The heat went straight up his stomach, and a warm current slid through his heart.

    The little girl can't get the upper hand, George said to himself. "Ha, Wood is giving your friend extra training recently." Merlin! what are you saying! George! His heart was wailing, and he even heard Fred make a nasty jeering sound from the side.

    Gwen was missing a reason to get rid of the current embarrassing situation, and hurriedly sat up with a carp, just in time to see Wood and Katie who were sleeping close together.

    Then she smiled maliciously, like a primary school student who found out about her classmate's underground romance, "Hey, hey, the two of them actually did it yesterday.