94 Diagon Alley

    Because of the stupid things I did. ' George said as he took Gwen's little hand and breathed.

    Gwen withdrew his hand, "Don't move, George."

    George showed a wet, hurt look.

    Gwen feels like she's suddenly become the scumbag of the show. "How can you show this expression? It seems like I'm bullying you?"

    "Sorry, Gwen."

    Again, Gwen lost her speech again.

    "I tried our new product the other day, a fragrance with a fascination agent, so I thought you were influenced..." George awkwardly tried to explain his performance that day.

    Gwen's anger seemed to have exceeded the threshold, but suddenly calmed down. She sighed softly, closed her eyes, and George felt like he had been sentenced to death in this relationship—whether it was a love that didn't start or a friendship over the years.

    "George, you really can't comfort witches." Gwen said, "Do you think it's because of some strange potion or perfume? You don't have to explain it to me, you do All you do is tell me honestly how you feel, and I'll understand what to do next..."

    "I loved that kiss." George interrupted Gwen, "I loved it, I was so nervous, I didn't want it to end at all."

    Gwen blushed slightly.

    George chased after him, "But I did something stupid and I pushed you away. Trust me, Gwen, I never wanted to do that. You should be proactive."

    "But you did," Gwen muttered, "so you can't expect me to act like nothing happened."

    George lowered his voice, smiled slightly, and then crouched down, eye level with Gwen. "So I'm going to apologize in a different way."

    Gwen looked into George's bright eyes, which used to be sly and confident, but now they look a little different.

    "When I study my heart that always thinks about mischief, I can always see you, Gwen." George stroked Gwen's long shaggy chestnut hair.

    "You're right, I really don't speak sweet words." George took a deep breath and mustered up his courage to confess, "But I found that I liked you yesterday, and I like you very much today, and I have I have a hunch that I will like you tomorrow too."

    bang—

    Gwen's mind was as if Dr. Filippo had personally lit a wonderful magical firework in a store. Her mind was confused again.

    "Then, George." She heard her own voice come out faintly. "I'm going to do something I've been wanting to do these days."

    George straightened his chest like a dead man, "You can hit me now!"

    Gwen staggered when he heard the words, decisively grabbed the front of George's robe and pulled it down, the boy's head lowered.

    …Why is he so tall?

    Gwen could only tiptoe and get up.

    Luckily I just ate a mint.

    Soft, long and sweet.

    The best pudding on the Hogwarts table is nothing compared to a kiss.

    Until a dazzling light came over, the two were reluctant to part.

    "Five points from Gryffindor." The light of the wand flashed over Gwen and George's faces. "Olivander, add a week of on-campus labor. Weasley—whatever you are—a week of on-campus labor, you go to Filch."

    Damn it, it's Snape's patrol today.

    The old bat in black emits a gloomy chill in the night: "Now, you idiots exchanging saliva, hurry back to the dormitory for me."

    "Oh no." This time it was Gwen who had just finished her last round of labor.

    "Ten points." Snape raised his head and said contemptuously, "You should be thankful that I didn't deduct an extra fifty points from you just because you still have one minute of curfew. If you don't leave, I will very willing to…"

    "Good night, Professor." George grabbed Gwen's arm and ran.

    They met Sirius and Harry on the way back to the dormitory, and the two blackheads, one high and one low, seemed to be discussing something.

    "Okay," Harry said slowly, "but... do you think Karkaroff threw my name into the Goblet of Fire? Can act. He seems to be mad about it. He also wants to stop me from competing."

    "We know he's good at acting," Sirius said. "He actually persuaded the Ministry of Magic to release him, didn't he? Also, I've been watching the Daily Prophet, and Harry— "

    "—not just you, but everyone in the world," Harry said distressedly.

    " - I pored over that article last month by the woman named Skeeter, Moody was attacked the night before he took office at Hogwarts. Yes , I know she said it was a false alarm," Sirius added quickly, seeing that Harry was about to chime in, "but I don't think so. I think someone was trying to stop Moody from coming to Hogwarts. With him around, it would be much harder for them to do it. Also, no one is going to investigate this very seriously, and Mad-Eye hears someone assaulting him twice in three days. But that doesn't mean he can't when something really goes wrong. See through. Moody is the best Auror the Ministry has ever produced."

    "So...what do you mean?" Harry asked slowly, "Karkaroff wanted to kill me? But—why?"

    Sirius hesitated.

    "I've heard some very strange things," he said slowly. "The Death Eaters seem to be more active than usual lately. They were at the Quidditch World Cup, Wasn't it? Someone conjured the Dark Mark...and—did you hear about the missing witch from the Ministry of Magic?"

    "Bertha Jorkins?" said Harry.

    "That's right...she's gone missing in Albania, where people say Voldemort is still alive...and Jorkins knew we were going to have a Triwizard Tournament, didn't he?"

    "Yeah, but... it's unlikely that she actually ran into Voldemort?" Harry asked.

    "Listen to me, I know Bertha Jorkins." Sirius said solemnly, "When I was at Hogwarts, she was here, more than your father and I'm a few years older. She's a goofy guy. She's very busy, but has no brains, no brains at all. The combination of the two sucks, Harry. I don't think she's a tempting person, very It's easy to fall into someone else's trap."

    "So... Voldemort may have known about the Tournament?" Harry asked, "Is that what you mean? You think Karkaroff may have come here on his orders. ?"

    "I can't tell," Sirius said slowly, "I really can't tell... From my impression of Karkaroff, unless he knows that Voldemort is strong enough Protect him or he won't go back to him. But whoever put your name in the Goblet of Fire did it on purpose. I always feel like if someone wants to kill you , and wanting to make everything look like an accident, this tournament is a great opportunity."

    "From my point of view, it's really a seamless plan." Harry grinned and said, "They just need to stand by and leave things to the dragon to do it. ."

    "That's right—those dragons," said Sirius, speaking at a faster rate, "there's a trick, Harry. Don't be tempted to cast a stun spell. - The fire dragon is infinitely powerful and has very powerful magic power. It is impossible to be knocked down by a stun spell. It takes six or seven wizards to recite the spell at the same time to subdue a dragon... But you can deal with it alone," Sirius continued, "There are A trick, you just cast a simple magic. You just—"

    "Sorry—" George slowly joined their conversation from behind, "I don't want to disturb Sirius' special training, but Snape is patrolling. Can you change places..."

    “…don’t discuss game strategy openly in the hallway?” Gwen continued.

    But they were about to go back to the common room soon. Under the cover of a few people, Sirius managed to sneak in under the nose of the fat lady.

    Gwen doesn't want to part with George yet, Merlin, they've already met two elders tonight, which is disgusting enough. Now they overheard so much information again.

    "So," Gwen made up her mind to be a nuisance, too, "you already know that the first project was a fire dragon?" She pulled George to sit beside her, and now There were only a few of them in the empty room.

    Harry, who was disturbed by the game, and Sirius, who also had Azkaban's after-effects, didn't pay attention to the little actions of the pair.

    Sirius just judged Ollivander and Weasley's position and thought they were credible. Continuing on the topic just now, "I suggest you use an 'eye disease spell', Harry, because the dragon's eyes are its weakest point."

    George enthusiastically suggested that Harry transform himself into a little dragon and call it mother.

    "He's only in fourth grade," Gwen couldn't help but say, "the spells were too hard for him--sorry Harry--because I can't do eye spells, and I didn't know anyone could Transform into a magical creature." She glared at George, who scratched the palm of her hand.

    Footsteps were heard on the spiral staircase behind them. Harry stood up hastily, blocking Sirius. Dumbledore didn't allow him to roam around the school, especially in the students' dormitories.

    It's Ron. He slept in a maroon swirl pattern