94 Diagon Alley

    It is in your textbook. "

    "You dated me just to peek at my seventh grade textbook?" George said sadly.

    "Of course not, George," said Gwen, "then why don't I go on a date with Angelina?"

    "Don't even think about it!" Fred stopped.

    "The conclusion is," Gwen continued, ignoring the twins, "Transformation spells don't transmit sound, they only change appearance."

    "We've solved a problem for you," Fred said, and George took a pair of small ears from his bag, this time without the slender strings, behind each ear Only one more meatball.

    "We shrunk the connected meat rope first, and then used a few transformation spells-" George turned his ears to Gwen, "Theoretically, the two **** can be connected, but The effect is no meat rope. If we want the sound and accuracy of the retractable ears, we have to create a connection between each pair of ears - like a floo network between a fireplace."

    Gwen had a big head. Then I trot along and brought in a few thick books: How to Clean Your Fireplace, The Seven Secrets of the Door Key, The Theory of Apparition, and Magic Items That Send Messages Between Wizards.

    "We're going to make money." Fred said while reading "Magic Items", "There isn't a decent sounding prop in the magic world - how can the Patronus be considered one?"

    "The transmission of door keys is usually one-sided, and some are one-offs. We don't need to be complex enough to convert people or objects from one space to another, just sound."

    "The Floo network is entirely in the hands of the Ministry of Magic," George closed the wonderful fireplace book. "There is no useful spell on it."

    "Maybe we need to combine some alchemical methods," Fred said.

    "A small magic circle?" George immediately understood what his brother was talking about.

    "We have known each other for the sixth year," Gwen said with emotion, "but I am still struck by your genius ideas from time to time."

    The twins bowed gracefully, "But we haven't done ancient rune."

    Gwen tilted his head and thought, and wrote a few runes on the parchment. "This," she said, pointing to a crooked letter like an R, "raidō, Old Feysac originally meant a currency carriage. It means movement, exit."

    She pointed to two other letters, "sowulo and perro are the entrances and exits from the spirit into the physical. These runes have powerful magic, even if they are written on paper, you can feel the magic in flow-"

    "Flow?" George seemed to remember something, "If you could make sound flow like water or wind..."

    Gwen knew the grace and wrote another small character. Then, with the help of the twins, different combinations were tried.

    "Come on, Gwen." Fred encouraged.

    Gwen controlled his hands not to shake, "Don't talk, Fred. This is rune, and a random attempt is disrespectful to Odin. In case I draw it wrong. "

    "Then Merlin will save you." George said, "We're right behind you, don't be afraid."

    Gwen held his breath, took the golden carving knife he used in the ancient magic literature class, and carved words on the smooth and soft ears.

    When a circle of runes appeared on the pinna, she was already sweating profusely.

    "Is it too late to send you guys to retake the course?" Gwen asked, sitting on the ground without image, panting.

    "Professor Barbrin won't," said the twins, grinning. "Come on, let's try."

    The three came to a slender empty classroom, Fred strode to the end of the classroom with one ear, George and Gwen stood on the other side.

    "Hello, hello, can you hear me?" Gwen whispered into her ear.

    Fred over there put the telescopic ear tightly against his ear, only the rustling sound could be heard. Then he also said into his ear, "What are you talking about?"

    George could only see his brother's mouth opening and closing, but the ear in his and Gwen's hands was silent.

    "Hey! Hey! Can you hear me—!!" Gwen tried several times without answering, yelling loudly at the telescopic ear.

    This time Fred jumped up, and he clasped his ears and shouted dissatisfiedly: "You louder! Gwen! There are a few spiders on the edge of the Forbidden Forest who can't hear you. call."

    They didn't summon the eight-eyed spider from the Forbidden Forest, but Filch knocked the door open.

    Administrator Filch squeaked in. His sunken, veined cheeks were purplish red, the drooping flesh on his chin was twitching, and his sparse gray hair was a mess. Apparently he ran all the way. Mrs Norris trotted after him.

    "Aha!" Filch said, dragging his feet toward the classroom, his saggy cheeks shaking with anger, "What are you guys doing?"

    The twins folded their arms and glared at the administrator. Gwen noticed the little movement of their retractable ears.

    "No matter what you're doing," the old caretaker looked in a good mood, "Things are changing at Hogwarts, Weasley brats, and you, restless girl."

    He must be referring to the Ministry of Magic's new Education Order. "We saw it," Fred said coldly.

    "Very good. I've been talking to Dumbledore for years and years, and he's been too generous with you." Filch said, and chuckled softly, "If I knew I had Power whips you to pieces, and you nasty little beasts will never throw stink bombs again, eh? If I could hang you around your ankles; hang you upside down in my office, never again Someone's going to throw a flying saucer with teeth in the hallway, isn't it?"

    "Now hand over what you have in your hands." He said, and then walked towards George. After a while, George took something out of his arms and threw it to Fred at the other end of the classroom.

    Felch was furious and ran to Fred, panting, and the tall red-haired boy whistled and threw the thing he had just received far away from the classroom.

    When Filch turned around and ran again, George and Gwen, who were standing there just now, had disappeared, and when he looked back, even Fred disappeared. Filch stomped angrily in the empty classroom, and the gadget that had been thrown on the ground had already fled quickly on the floor, making a loud noise.

    "What is this?" Gwen asked George, who was looking back while running.

    "Enhanced decoy bomb for attention, but it's a failed product—"

    "We could have thrown a few more rounds to get old Filch moving, but that thing might explode in our hands—"

    Gwen gave a thumbs up: "Sabotage, you are professional."

    The twins and Gwen's modified stretch ear experiments were never ideal, they felt they were one step away from success, but no matter what method they used, they couldn't cross that line.

    "Look for the best, Gwen." Fred tossed his flesh-colored ear over and over, then caught it with his other hand, "I heard half of what you said to your ear yesterday. ."

    "And we were thirty feet apart." Gwen was a little frustrated.

    "We can go to Hogsmeade for inspiration." George said cheerfully, "don't forget about that!"

    Yes, a big event to cheer up the three of them.

    The first weekend of October, Gwen was first dragged by the twins to the Joko Joke Shop. The owner of that had recently seen Fred and George look bad, and he had understood that his old customer had now become a potential top contender. Then they turned into a side road, where there was a small bar. A tattered wooden sign hangs from a rusted bracket on the door, depicting a severed boar head, blood soaking through the white cloth that wraps it. The sign creaked in the wind as they approached. The three of them hesitated outside the door.

    "Just here?" Gwen couldn't believe his eyes, "Is this place safe?"

    "I sometimes think my girlfriend is too naive." George joked to Fred, "If we're going to be in an 'extracurricular group,'" he bites the word deliberately, "Not at Three Broomsticks or Madame Padrefer's Tea House."

    "Go, let's go in." Fred took the lead and walked in.

    The inside is completely different from the Three Broomsticks bar, where the large bar always makes people feel bright, clean and warm. Pig's Head Bar is only a small, dark, and very dirty room, exuding a strong smell of sheep mutton. The bay windows were so thick with grime that the light barely penetrated, and candles were lit on the rough wooden table. At first glance, Harry thought the ground was compacted mud, but when he stepped on it, he realized that centuries of dirt had accumulated on the originally stone floor.

    Hiding the face seems to be popular in the Hog's Head bar. There was a man at the bar, his whole head wrapped in dirty gray bandages, but still able to pour cup after cup of a smoky, flaming substance through a gap in the bandage in his mouth. At a table by the window sat two hooded figures who, if they hadn't been speaking in a strong Yorkshire accent, Harry would have thought they were Dementors. In a dark corner by the fireplace sat a witch, a thick black veil down to her feet. They could only see the tip of her nose, as it raised the mask slightly.

    The three of them were holding large paper bags full of things bought at the Joko Joke shop. After pushing open a wooden door of the bar, Gwen couldn't help but called out May