94 Diagon Alley

    The cooking of ageing agents.

    "I can get you some ingredients," Gwen said, looking at the potion recipe, "Aradillo bile, unicorn horn, I remember Garrick had a jar of ground powder. horns. The rest you have to figure out your own way."

    "That's a big help," Fred said cheerfully. "Maybe we can borrow a little from Snape's personal closet."

    Gwen just shrugged, but George made a fuss, "What's going on? You never allowed us to have such a dangerous idea."

    The fifth grade witch showed a determined smile, "I can be sure that I won't have to take Potions class next year-Professor Snape only accepts students with 'Excellent' O.W.Ls grades into the advanced class- And I never got an O on the final exam!"

    "I remember you had O's on tests and homework a few times." Katie was puzzled.

    "Yeah!" Gwen continued cheerfully, "but when it comes to final exams, I'm always close, and I've had an E for four years in a row!" Then she whispered, " Besides, I kicked the professor last year and smashed his head, I think it would be good for O.W.L.s to allow me to take the exam, maybe it was Melinto’s dream for him.” Gwen finally sighed contentedly while looking at his class schedule. : "Perfect course, I'm going to get through this year safely and honestly - even better if the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor is still Lupin."

    After a morning of lessons, Gwen went from the Ancient Rune classroom to the foyer alone, which was crowded with people waiting in line to eat. Gwen had just stood at the end of the line when a harsh voice suddenly sounded from behind.

    "Weasley! Hey, Weasley!"

    It's Malfoy, like he's terribly happy about something, yelling desperately at Ron, who's at the front of the line.

    "Why?" Ron asked sullenly.

    "Your dad's in the paper, Weasley!" said Malfoy--waving a copy of the Daily Prophet, speaking so loudly that the crowd crowded in the hallway Everyone can hear, "Listen to this!"

    "A new mess at the Ministry of Magic:

    It appears that the troubles at the Ministry of Magic are not over, writes our special correspondent Rita Skeeter. Recently, the Ministry of Magic has been criticized for failing to effectively maintain order at the Quidditch World Cup and for failing to explain the disappearance of one of its witch officials. Yesterday, the Ministry of Magic was thrown into a new embarrassment by the bizarre behaviour of Arnold Weasley of the Department for the Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Objects. "

    Malfoy recited in cadence. "Come to think of it, Weasley, they didn't even spell your father's name right. He's just a little guy, isn't he?" he said aloud with schadenfreude, and continued to read aloud.

    "Arnold Weasley, accused of owning a flying car two years ago, was caught up in a row with several Muggle enforcers yesterday over a large number of extreme Offensive litter box. Mr. Weasley appears to have come to the aid of Mad-Eye Moody, a former Auror. When Mr. Weasley arrived at Mr. Moody's heavily fortified residence, he found Mr. Moody's It was a false alarm and a false alarm went off. Mr Weasley had to amend the memories of several police officers to get away from them. But when a Daily Prophet reporter asked him why he wanted the Ministry of Magic Mr Weasley refused to answer when he was involved in this pointless and potentially thorny affair."

    "And a picture, Weasley!" said Malfoy, turning the paper over and holding it up, "a picture of your parents standing in front of your house— You even call this a house! If your mother could lose some weight, she would be fine, right?"

    Ron was shaking with anger. Everyone in the hall looked at him. Gwen thought of Mrs. Weasley, who was always smiling and had a warm embrace, and felt her throat catch fire.

    "Go away, Malfoy," said Harry. "Don't be mad, Ron…"

    "Oh yeah, Potter, you lived with them this summer, didn't you?" said Malfoy sarcastically, "Then tell me if his mother was really like that. Fat, or is the photo a little distorted?"

    "And what about your mother, Malfoy?" said Harry—he and Hermione grabbed the back of Ron's robes to keep him from jumping at Malfoy—"Look at her face That look, like she's got **** under her nose! Does she always look like that, or is it because she's with you?"

    Malfoy's pale face turned slightly red. "How dare you insult my mother, Potter."

    Boom!

    Several people screamed - Harry felt something white-hot brush his cheek - he hurriedly reached into his robe to get his wand, but before he could touch it, Another loud noise was heard. boom!

    It was Gwen who held out his wand. "What are you doing, Malfoy? You insulted someone's family and then attacked someone in the back?" She deflected Malfoy's curse with an Armored Charm.

    "Oh? What does it have to do with you? The mad woman of Ollivander's family - you only have an old man who can't walk and you a stinky girl. Do you want to marry Wei Which child of the Sly family has more cubs to continue your filthy blood?" Malfoy said disdainfully, raising his chin.

    The next second Gwen squeezed his wand and kicked his calf. Malfoy rolled his legs with a groan, and Gwen stepped on his robes quickly, making him unable to get up for a while.

    "I said, if your family doesn't educate you, you deserve to be taught at school." Gwen condescendingly scorned the boy, and then the wand only wanted those two fat chubby men attendant. "Don't move, you idiots. Malfoy, I want you to apologize to the Weasleys right now, or I'll send the Toadstools book that smashed your father and son's eyes to their house right now, and let them They're hanging on the wall." Then she saw Colin, who was watching the crowd, and shouted his name. "What are you waiting for? Take a picture of the Slytherin master, yes, this is the angle."

    Seeing that Colin clicked and took several pictures, and Ron, who was screaming in anger, calmed down temporarily, Gwen turned to look for the little wizard with the camera, ready to call him more Do a couple of photos—post them on the Hogwarts bulletin board. By the way, wait for Malfoy's apology.

    At this time, Malfoy on the ground almost bounced, and he uttered a curse at a speed that no one else could see, and wiped Gwen's scalp over. Another loud bang, bang! Then a roar echoed in the hallway.

    "Oh, no, boy!" Professor Moody limped down the marble stairs. With his wand in his hand, he pointed directly at a white ferret, shivering on the flagstone floor, where Malfoy had stood just now.

    There was an eerie silence in the foyer. No one dared to move except Moody. Moody turned to look at Harry—at least, his normal eye was looking at Harry, and the other was digging into his head, and Gwen felt it staring at him.

    "Did he hurt you?" Moody asked angrily, his voice low and hoarse.

    "No," said Harry, "he was casting a spell on Gwen just now and I just happened to be standing in that direction..."

    Well, Gwen thought. It turns out that the new professor was there to save Harry.

    "Don't touch it!" Moody yelled. Thumbs up and pointed at Crabbe over his shoulder, Crabbe was about to pick up the ferret, but was too scared to move. Moody's bobbing eye seemed to have the power to see behind his head.

    "I don't believe in this evil!" Moody yelled, and pointed his wand at the ferret - the ferret suddenly rose ten feet into the air, slammed to the ground, and then suddenly rose again. up. "I hate people who attack people behind their backs," Moody said gruffly - as the ferret jumped higher and higher, screaming in pain, "It's the most filthy, vile, cowardly thing. the behavior of…"

    The ferret jumped into the air, its four feet and tail swaying desperately.

    The Slytherin students were both scared and angry, and no professor was allowed to use such tactics on students—

    "I think he's got a long memory." It's surprising that this line came from Gwen. She was watching Moody and Malfoy uneasily. Merlin was on top, she was definitely not begging for that stinky little hair, but she felt too bad about the new professor. Whether it was a warning from his brain, or his outrageous behavior at the moment.

    She once again stopped Moody, who was still playing with the ferret, "Professor! I think Mr. Malfoy has a long memory. The conflict between us is over - you can't treat a student like this ."

    Moody laughed without looking back, "Miss Ollivander, are you sympathizing with an enemy?"

    "We are not the enemy," Gwen hated his words. "The students of Hogwarts were never the enemy, Professor. If I have a problem with him, then we will solve it ourselves. And you were just now Attacking him in the back is what you call it—filthy, mean, and cowardly." Gwen waved his wand, and a moment later, with a loud crackling sound, Draco Malfoy recovered. He was huddled, lying on the flagstone, his slippery blond hair scattered on his now dazzling red face. After a while, he stood up, shivering.

    "My God!" cried Professor McGonagall, hurried down the stairs. Gwen thanked her for arriving in time, otherwise she