94 Diagon Alley

    A few pages of the price list. She breathed fire from the inside out, as if drinking two pints of dragon blood. Fortunately, the Hogwarts letter arrived home in time, although it can't compare to Bill, Charlie, and Percy (Fred said he would write a whole Percy and the Ministry story later, please look forward to it), but I I felt that my mother reluctantly accepted our grades. Forgot to mention, we went through six O.W.L.s alone, twice as many as we expected.

    (changed handwriting) Percy joined the Ministry of Magic, the Department of International Magical Cooperation, and said he was highly regarded by the director, Mr. Crouch. But no one in the family believed it, think about it, Gwen. Almost half of the Ministry of Magic was working overtime for the Quidditch World Cup, and he was the only one who was still 'writing a report for the International Department of Magical Cooperation', a report on the cauldron leak. He also 'casually' mentioned that he was going to organize a big event later, hoping that we would hold his leg and beg him to reveal a little inside story - Merlin's corns, we have no interest at all.

    So we sent him a copy of dragon dung - stuffed in an envelope. He called it a fertilizer sample sent from Norway.

    (changes handwriting again) We are sorry you can't go to the World Cup together, I really can't figure out what are you doing lately? Even if Fred and I deal with orders every day from morning to night, you can't send us a letter, a letter of a few lines!

    Well, we actually just got back from Harry's Muggle uncle's house. I believe you have a lot of questions. We're here to pick him up at the Burrow and then set off to see Quidditch early tomorrow morning. I hope you'll take advantage of the remaining hours of the day and write back to us, okay?

    In case you're really cruel to not reply, and we're going out for a full week, your curiosity may be tortured to the point of keeping you awake. Fred and I have decided to be merciful and answer your questions. Harry had lived with Sirius for a month, and last week Lupin and Sirius seemed to have some special assignment, so they sent him back to the Muggle home for a few days. Of course, Sirius will meet us at the Quidditch field tomorrow - Lupin may have some fluffy little problems to not attend.

    I thought we were polite enough that Mom even sent the Dursleys a letter ahead of time. It turned out that when Dad took us and Ron to Privet Drive, the four wizards were stuck behind the Muggle fireplace - why did they seal the good fireplace? Damn Muggle electric stove. Fred and I were squeezed against the wall, not even the Knight Bus.

    (changes handwriting) We meet Harry's cousin, Dali. Frankly, who doesn't have a few odd relatives? But when we met him, we almost thought he was Crabbe and Goyle's brother. Before we left, we cleverly left a piece of candy, and the fat little guy ate it out of his head—his tongue ended up being four feet long, according to my dad.

    (returned to the original handwriting) We were finally told by my mother. Plus, Harry and Hermione both came to the Burrow. Ginny is a little disappointed to hear you won't be coming to the house, but it's nice that she can talk to the adoring Harry every day now.

    Anyway, write us back!

    Weasley and Weasley already a little pissed. "

    Gwen read the letter with a smile, and before Garrick gave her a new task, he hurried to the front of the workbench and picked up the quill.

    "Dear Fred and another angry Weasley,

    I hope you don't get mad, I'm really busy. Garrick fed me all kinds of advanced knowledge mechanically, as if expecting me to become a wand master in two months. Thank you for the little gift you enclosed, it would have been better if it wasn't a fake wand, and I really wish you could send me some Weasley's candy to help me get out of Ollivander's cram school. Seriously, last week I had to check the wands in the store one by one—seven days—to go through a wall.

    Congratulations on earning your first pot of Weasley's magic tricks, so proud of you. And your O.W.L.s. I have some other thoughts on that, maybe after we meet. I know Mrs Weasley always wanted you to work at the Ministry, but as a Diagon Alley resident, I always thought there was a lack of a decent magic trick shop.

    I presumably know what's going on about the big event Percy is talking about, but unlike you two brothers who are merciful, I won't reveal a single bit of information - apparently Garrick's this holiday It's all about it, and I've paid for it myself, so I won't expect too much.

    As for Harry, I believe he and Sirius had a great family time. And your adventures in the Muggle world are truly astounding. What is an electric stove? Why did they seal up a good fireplace and have to use an electric stove? So how do Muggles come around? And Harry's cousin, I feel sorry for what happened to him. I bet that product must be a fat tongue toffee, a swelling spell? Incredible, gentlemen. I thought you were tired of just reviewing last year, but you took advantage of the opportunity to invent so many—good things!

    And I am just a humble Gryffindor student who has attacked the professor for two consecutive years and has not been expelled.

    I enclose a few bags of owl food bought at the magical zoo next door. I heard that the kind Sirius gave Ron a new owl.

    Poor Gwen who took the time to reply.

    P.S. Fred, tell George to stop being mad at me! "

    A few days later, Gwen was surprised to find that the residents of Diagon Alley to watch the World Cup suddenly returned, apparating in a panic with the harsh sound of "pop", and they were all unkempt, Embarrassed. She grabs a neighbour and learns of an emergency at the Quidditch World Cup. Several dark wizards attacked the Muggle family and the scene was chaotic.

    Not long after, the newly released "Daily Prophet" published a news that shocked the wizarding world: "The horror scene at the Quidditch World Cup" Mark the glittery black and white photo hanging over the treetops.

    Old Mr. Ollivander closed the door of the wand shop tightly, his aged face showing a fear he had never shown before. Gwen knew, of course, that he had seen the Dark Mark in the air of his children's house many years ago.

    Old Garrick sat alone in the small studio in silence until a Hogwarts owl delivered a letter. Gwen thought it was for himself, but the owl was so angry that it took her finger.

    Olivander read the letter slowly, and said to Gwen, who was fidgeting, "My boy, I'm going to see Dumbledore, and things have gotten complicated with that event." Then he Shaking his head, "Even so, they're going to hold it..." Then he turned on the fireplace, which was not often used in the wand shop, and jumped into the fire while reading Hogwarts.

    Gwen looked at the raging flames and finally decided to do something daring. She first wrote a letter to Katie, hoping she was safe, then grabbed a handful of floo powder and jumped into the fireplace - "The Burrow".

    Thank goodness Mr. Weasley always had to buy a wand because he had too many children at home, and gave them access to the Floo network.

    With a bang, Gwen appeared in the living room of the Burrow. It's a crowded house, but the tables and chairs are clean. There was no one in the room, and after a few seconds, a somewhat rounded witch rushed into the room from the garden.

    "Arthur—" Then she froze for a moment, "Oh, Gwen, kid, come here, how did you get from there..." She hugged Gwen first, then helped her from top to bottom Take a clean smear of ashes.

    Gwen turned pale as she realized Mrs Weasley was waiting for her family to return. "Hello, ma'am. I'm sorry to come over so suddenly," she then remembered that this was the first time, she didn't receive the invitation and didn't deliver the letter in advance, she recklessly got into the fireplace of someone else's house, and didn't even bring a decent copy one's gift. "I saw the news, George and the others, and Harry and Hermione, went to the World Cup. I'm a little worried..."

    Mrs. Weasley gave her another hug, "They haven't come back yet." We have to get to the Ferret Mountain first, then go through the village of Autry-San Catchipole, and if they leave early, they should be back before breakfast." Then she glanced at the grandfather clock in the corner, it had nine A gold needle, each engraved with the name of a Weasley family member. There are no numbers on the clock face, but it says where each family member might be. There are "home," "school," and "work," as well as "on the road," "missing," "hospital," and "prison." At twelve o'clock on the ordinary clock, it is marked "Danger to life".

    "Look, they're on their way."

    Seeing that Mrs. Weasley was still clutching a rolled up "Daily Prophet" in her hand, Gwen made a pot of hot black tea on her own accord.

    "Forgive me, ma'am," she tried to slow her voice, "first a cup of tea."

    Mrs. Weasley took the cup tremblingly, took a sip, and patted Gwen's hand reassuringly. Suddenly remembered something and jumped up from the chair, "I forgot to make breakfast! I was so panicked."

    Gwen bit her head to meet him, "I may be a little clumsy...Is there anything I can do for you, ma'am."

    "No, dear, you can take a break. I'll finish it soon." Although the witch looked out of the window from time to time, and occasionally looked at the clock, she seemed like a sorcerer of wizards