94 Diagon Alley

    If you are kept in the dark, you are truly a fool! "

    "Don't bother him, Hermione, he should rest." Ron said, put the last two Thunderbolt cards on the top of the castle, and with a bang, the whole castle exploded, Burnt his eyebrows.

    "It's beautiful, Ron...it's a perfect match for your gown." Fred and George said.

    They sat down at the table of Harry, Ron and Hermione, Ron touched his eyebrows to check the extent of his burns.

    "Ron, can we borrow Piglet?" George asked.

    "No, it's out to deliver." Ron said, "What?"

    "Because George wants to invite him to the dance." Fred said sarcastically. Gwen wrinkled her nose, owls are better than me?

    "Because we've got a letter to deliver, you idiot," said George.

    "Who are you two writing to, eh?" said Ron.

    "Never mind your business, Ron, or I'll burn your nose," Fred said, threatening Ron with his wand, "Why...you guys haven't found a dance partner yet. ?"

    "No," said Ron.

    "I said, man, better get up to speed or the good girls will be picked out," Fred said.

    "So who are you going with?" said Ron.

    "Angelina." Fred replied without hesitation, without any embarrassment.

    "What?" Ron asked in surprise. "You invited her?"

    "Good question," Fred said. He turned his head and shouted across the common room, "Hey, Angelina!"

    Angelina was chatting with Arya Spinnet by the fire when she heard the shout and looked towards Fred.

    "What's the matter?" she asked aloud.

    "Would you like to go to the dance with me?"

    Angelina looked at Fred with a measured look.

    "Okay," she said, then turned to continue chatting with Arya, with a faint smile on her face.

    "It's done," Fred said to Harry and Ron, giving George a showy look, "a piece of cake."

    Gwen is restless now. She decided to give George some color to see.

    For breakfast the next day, Gwen deliberately did not sit with George, choosing to squeeze between Katie and Ginny.

    "Hello, Ollivander." Ravenclaw's dark-haired boy came over.

    "Hi Kona." Gwen smiled politely.

    "Can I invite you to the Christmas ball?" he asked.

    Gwen squinted at George, who was poking his head over the dining table, "I'm sorry..."

    "...She has promised me." A voice came.

    It's Katie.

    Michael Corner walked away dejectedly, in his opinion this reason for refusal was a bit blunt.

    Zacharys Smith of Hufflepuff also leaned in, "Gwen, is that true? You're going to dance with Bell?" He smiled badly: "Say Really, two girls don't dance very well—why don't you come with me?" He gave a greasy wink.

    Gwen was disgusted and took Katie's arm. "Mr. Smith, I don't think there's anything wrong with the two girls. In fact, I'm sure we both dance well."

     "Don't worry, I'm definitely better than him." Katie snorted disdainfully.

    The guy was so embarrassed that he kicked the stool and left.

    Katie sighed, "I don't care," she looked Gwen up and down, "what's the matter with you? Don't agree to other people's invitations, and use me as a shield?"

    Gwen is no longer confident now, "I thought it was time for George to invite me, now it seems that he has a better chance of pairing with the owl."

    "Alas," Katie sighed, "let's guess the boxing, the loser starts to learn male dance moves tonight."

    Fortunately, Gwen solved his partner problem within a day.

    After another yin and yang Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Gwen was pulled down a secret passage by George.

    "Hey hey." George smiled foolishly.

    "What?" said Gwen sullenly. In the day that she and George distanced themselves, nearly ten boys have invited her.

    "Hehe." George smiled stupidly again.

    "If you're laughing here, I don't have time." Gwen raised his legs and was about to leave. Trapped with George's hands.

    "If I don't do anything, my girlfriend is going to dance with the crooks—or with her roommate." George blinked his bright eyes. He took out a small box from his pocket.

    "You know," Gwen angrily wanted to step on his foot, "did you think I had to go to the dance with you!" Then her voice came to an abrupt end.

    Because George opened the small box, there lay two white moonstones, shining silver in the dark secret passage.

    "I think they suit your eyes," George ran his fingers lightly over the corner of Gwen's brow, "I've spent a lot of effort finding these two identical stones—don't Tell Fred - we spent half the money on canary biscuits for it."

    Gwen threw himself into his arms, his voice trembling, "You just need to ask, can I still not come with you? Why spend so much gold Galleons!"

    George hurt by her bump, "I have to give my girl the best thing, even though it's just a pair of small earrings. This is our first public appearance!"

    Gwen was amused in his shoulder pocket, "We're on the Gryffindor table every day."

    "Then," said George, shoving the box into Gwen's hand, and raising her little face, "Miss Ollivander, would you like to be my dance partner?"

    "Okay." Gwen agreed, pretending to be reluctant. "But I have to change the color of the dress, Mr. Weasley. Your little surprise was unexpected."

    After the two people came out of the secret passage wearing a head of dust and spider webs, a small elf appeared out of thin air.

    "Dobby!" Gwen screamed in fright, then looked around. "How did you come?"

    The big-eared elf bowed, "Dobby has been staring for two weeks! Dobby knows..."

    Gwen can only push Dobby into the secret passage, and then explain to George: "Someone went to Professor Snape's private storage room to steal potion materials, I don't think it's you, nor Harry …”

    "...that's very suspicious," George said, then looked at the elf.

    "Professor Moody!" it said tremblingly. "Dobby almost found it! But Dobby was hiding so fast that Dobby went back to the kitchen!"

    Gwen's eyes widened. "Are you sure? Dobby? The one with a wooden leg and a fake eye, that Professor Moody?"

    Dobby tugged at his ears, as if Gwen would ask another question and he would crash into the wall of the secret passage.

    "Moody?" This time George is also strange, he has always admired Mad-Eye. "What's the use of him stealing Snape's medicine? Setting a trap in the office?"

    Gwen didn't speak, she thanked her like a elf, then pulled a nut out of her robe, "Take it, Dobby. Here's a tip from the wizards - thanks for your help, Leave the rest to us."

    Dobby refused to accept anything, until Gwen told it that this is what every paid employee should enjoy, and he happily hid the copper nut in his socks . Then a snap of your fingers and it disappeared.

    "My brain is like a mess." Gwen smiled wryly, "I thought the thief might kill Harry."

    "Many people wanted to kill him, but Moody..." George shook his head, "Harry said that the first project used the Flying Spell, which was Moody's inspiration for him."

    Gwen also knows that it seems that apart from himself, everyone else at Hogwarts has a good impression of this Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, and maybe a Slytherin Malfoy should be removed.

    "But he didn't have a good relationship with Snape." George also admitted, "I thought the old bat was robbed of his beloved teaching position, but he always seemed to hide from Moody's ."

    "That's right," Gwen recalled Moody's behavior in the last ferret incident, "they knew each other before. But that's even weirder, he didn't have to sneak up on Snape at all. office."

    "Seriously, Gwen." George was a little confused, "Since Harry wasn't affected, why bother with who stole Snape's medicine? Leave it to him to find out Bar."

    "Okay," Gwen shrugged, "I'll tell the professor about the elf at most." Then she frowned again, "George, I forgot to say. It was another elf who saw the thief months ago—Winky—and it was Mr. Crouch's elf."

    "Crouch?" George said seriously, "So it's the elf that was thought to have fired the Dark Mark at the World Cup?"

    Gwen was also stunned, "I don't remember—it was the elf from the head of the International Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic who was suspected of firing the Dark Mark." Then she shook her head, and became even more confused: "It saw the thief, but wouldn't say anything. He punished himself as soon as I asked." Gwen was silent for a moment, then asked his resourceful boyfriend.

    "Do you think there might be two thieves?"

    "All interested in the old bat's disgusting potion?" George scoffed. "I don't think it's very likely."

    Gwen forced herself to think of the names on the Marauder's map again, and it was difficult for her to equate the old-fashioned Mr. Crouch with the odd Moody.

    George squeezed Gwen's face when he saw this. "I can ask Dad about Mr. Crouch. He is in the department and knows more than us." He seemed to feel Yes, pinched the other side of his face again, "At least you can't go to Snee tonight.