94 Diagon Alley

    One question, did Fred and George feed you their new invention? "

    Gwen closed his mouth tightly. Hermione shrugged and left, but before she left, Hermione glared at them one last time, shoved Fred's clipboard and the paper bag of candy into his arms, and strode back. In front of her chair by the fire.

    Gwen drooped her shoulders back to George, she said to the twins seriously, "I have an idea, not to discuss, but to inform you."

    Fred looked impatient and George was a little flustered.

    "You can continue to experiment while our new prefect can't see it." Gwen said, "As long as you give the students something to eat, let me try it first. ."

    Fred cheered, George gritted his teeth and stared at Gwen, like he hated a fool who got kindness and didn't know what to do.

    Gwen bravely raised his chin and looked at him, then suddenly smiled.

    "George, amazing discovery, you look at me exactly the same way Professor Snape looks at Harry."

    However, the twins' experiment was quickly disrupted by Quidditch training. Fred's girlfriend Angelina became the undisputed new captain of Gryffindor, and in support of her, Fred became the team's most active player.

    One day, Gwen heard Harry, who was covered in rain, say to Ron, "I think we'd better go to Puddlemere to check if Oliver Wood was unlucky during training. Died because his soul seemed to be attached to Angelina."

    No wonder, Gwen thought, Katie has been sending Wood more and more letters lately. And Fred often wondered about his love.

    Thinking and thinking, Gwen patted Fred on the shoulder as he was writing the Transfiguration paper that night, "Don't worry, buddy. Wood is doing fine at Puddlemere United, Katie. Said he had become an official goalkeeper."

    Fred had no idea what she was talking about.

    Gwen thinks there must be some mysterious gene in the Weasleys, they are all on the Quidditch team - now even Ron has been chosen to be the goalie. As a witch who didn't understand the most popular sports among wizards, Gwen couldn't help but admire this string of red-haired athletes. Including Ginny, because Katie said Ginny was most likely a talented Chaser.

    So tonight, except for Harry, who is still in Umbridge, everyone is congratulating Ron. By the time Harry came back late, most of the people had gone back to sleep, only Fred and George were still playing with Lee Jordan tossing empty Butterbeer bottles, and Ron and Hermione seemed to be waiting for Harry.

    Gwen saw Ron grab Harry's arm and pull the back of Harry's hand in front of his eyes. He stared blankly for a moment, looking sick to the point of vomiting, and let go of Harry.

    "I remember you said she just punished you for writing sentences?"

    Harry hesitated, then said a few words to Ron.

    "That old hag!" Ron whispered in disgust, "She's not normal! Go to McGonagall and talk about the situation!"

    Gwen also felt that something was wrong and rushed directly in front of them. "What's wrong?"

    Harry continued to hide his arms as if Gwen wouldn't notice. Ron also blushed and hesitated, wondering if he should tell Gwen.

    However, in front of them was Gryffindor's female classmate after all, Gwen pulled up Harry's sleeve, and then saw a series of red scars with open skin and flesh, with a line of deep in the skin.

    I cannot lie.

    She put on a look of disbelief, and then cast a few simple spells that repaired the wound—not at all.

    "Who did this? Umbridge? This is your detention?" Gwen answered with a trembling voice, she couldn't believe the manly looking Ministry of Magic Officials do this to children.

    Harry withdrew his hand sharply and recounted his experiences in Umbridge's office these days.

    Ron still felt disgusted after hearing it for the second time, "Parents will be pissed-"

    "Apparently," Harry said sullenly, "I don't have parents."

    "But you have Sirius," said Gwen angrily. "Just think, Harry, if he knew about this, he would have skinned that old boar alive!"

    Gwen couldn't help looking at the scar again and again, and said, "This is not a normal punishment, I don't know if it's against school rules. She's hurting you, Harry. Not only Wounded you and humiliated you—I can't lie? Does Merlin know who the liar is?" Gwen gasped.

    Hermione, who had been watching them, came over at this time, she saw the back of Harry's hand at a glance, and let out a scream. Then tearfully tried spell after spell.

    "Don't bother, Hermione." Harry shook his hand, "Gwen has tried it, it doesn't work."

    Gwen looked at Hermione, "We can only count on you, Hermione. Hope you can memorize all the school rules—"

    "You should tell Dumbledore!" Hermione cried. "It's black magic!"

    "No." Harry said lightly. "There are so many things he needs to think about," Harry said, but that wasn't the real reason. He didn't want to go to Dumbledore for help, because Dumbledore hadn't spoken to him once since June.

    "Then you have to tell Sirius!" Gwen said, "or we tell him for you." After she finished, her face became hot, and she looked at Hermione quietly. Just a few days ago, she thought it was so insidious to tell her parents...

    "Okay, I can write to him." Harry took a step back.

    "Harry, you can't talk about such things in a letter!" said Hermione, looking alarmed, "You don't remember, Moody told us to be careful when writing! We can't Make sure that the owl will not be intercepted halfway!"

    "Okay, okay, I'll think of another way." He dragged his weary steps towards the stairs of the boys' dormitory.

    Fred and George had stopped playing the boyish, playful games and waited for Gwen to come back and ask what happened.

    Gwen wasn't hiding the fact that half the students would know what happened if Harry grabbed the knife at the Gryffindor table.

    "Guess what I came up with?" Gwen said to the twins. "Last year I had O.W.L.s, so I wasted a lot of time. I'll have to work on some useful gizmos this year."

    The twins looked at each other nervously for a moment, "Like?"

    "For example, a communicator that is convenient for conveying information?" Gwen said, cupping his chin, "Fred, don't hide, give me some retractable ears to play with."

    Fred's arms suddenly tightened, and in his brother's kind smile, he handed over two retractable ears.

    A day or two later, Gwen was hit in the shoulder by a fiery Harry in the corridor, and she hissed in pain.

    "Sorry, Gwen." Harry looked back.

    "What's the matter, Harry?" Gwen also looked at the corridor behind him, there was no one there.

    "Oh," Harry said to Gwen, "Hermione checked the school rules for days and couldn't find a perfect move to Umbridge. Sirius delivers the letter." He briefly described the content of the letter, and Gwen felt it was seamless.

    "Dear Cold:

    Hope you are doing well, the first week back here has been terrible and I'm so glad it's finally the weekend.

    We have a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Umbridge. She's almost as good as your mother. I am writing to you today because what I wrote to you about last summer happened again last night when I was in lockdown at Umbridge.

    We all miss our greatest friend and hope he will be back soon.

    Please reply as soon as possible.

    Good luck. "

    "Then what are you hiding?" Gwen didn't understand.

    Harry scratched his bad hair, "Felch got the news out of nowhere—that I'm going to order shit. He's asking me to hand over the letter, and Ginny happens to be there too. At the owl shed, she lied for me and told Filch that I had finished mailing the letter. We were going to wait until he was gone, but Filch who turned back got caught."

    Gwen twitched after hearing this, "Where is Ginny now?"

    Harry looked back worriedly again, "She said I must never be incarcerated again, so I figured out a way to hold Filch. I think she'll be here soon. ."

    Before she finished speaking, Ginny trotted over in the midst of a commotion, and Gwen quickly pulled them into the nearest secret passage.

    Ginny, breathless, smiled at Gwen, showing her white teeth, "Decoy Bombs and Screaming Swimballs, Fred and George's new product, looks—" She stuck her head out to look at the smoky hallway, "—not yet mature."

    Gwen burst into tears, "Who the **** told Filch you were going to order big shit?"

    "The problem is not who told him, but he wants to read Harry's letter." Ginny stopped smiling, "Look, the Death Eaters and the Ministry of Magic are watching you, Harry."

    Harry showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

    Gwen looked at Harry left and Ginny at right, a not-so-bad idea came to his mind.

    "I'll go out first to see where Filch is. If you don't hear my signal, you can go back to the lounge in ten minutes." She waved them goodbye.

    After Gwen left the secret passage, Harry felt that the collar of his shirt was a little too tight.

    "It's a little stuffy, isn't it?" Harry touched his nose.

    Ginny lowered her eyes, "Yeah