94 Diagon Alley

    He laughed, "Didn't we just decide how often we should meet for defense class?"

    "One more thing to decide, where are we meeting?" Katie asked, "The library?"

    "Well, we'll find a way to find a place," Hermione said. "We'll send a message to let you know when and where our first meeting will be." She rummaged through her bag. After searching for a while, he took out parchment and a quill, and hesitated, as if determined to force himself to speak.

    "I-I want everyone to write their name so we know who's here today. I also think," she took a deep breath, "that we There should be a consensus not to tell us anything we're proud of. So once you sign it, you agree not to tell Umbridge or anyone else about us."

    Fred reached for the parchment and happily signed his name on it. Others also signed their names one after another.

    After the meeting, Gwen found Hermione.

    "Do you have any ideas about where to practice, Gwen?" Hermione was a little strange, she thought Gwen was trying to provide them with a secret passage.

    "It's a pity," Gwen shook his head, "Felch has been staring at the empty classroom lately, and George and Fred have nowhere to experiment." She covered her mouth after speaking. , hoping Hermione hadn't heard the word experiment.

    "On the contrary, I don't think the time and place of the meeting can be determined." Gwen put his hands down and said, "After all, the four academies have their own training. And if someone is watching us, it will be It's not easy to find patterns."

    Hermione agreed with her, "But how to inform everyone? People from different colleges frequently walk through the auditorium to talk, which is easy to be suspicious. I'd like to meet one of them like a mysterious man. Death Eater scars, everybody's scars hurt, and they knew it was time to find him."

    Gwen smiled sinisterly, "I've been working on some ways of communicating messages between wizards lately - just haven't been successful, but there's a spell that might work for you." The transformation spell was chanted in her ear, and the wise witch instantly understood what she meant.

    "What do you want from me?" Hermione looked at Gwen with a grinning distrust.

    "Oh," Gwen finally told the truth, "I can't learn the rune magic circle well, I need some help from you."

    The Lion and the Snake

    Hermione quickly made a good batch of fake Galleons. Ron was so excited when he saw the basket for the first time that she thought she was actually giving out gold coins.

    "See the numbers on the edge of the coin?" At the end of the fourth session, Hermione held up a coin for everyone to see. The coin glowed yellow under the light of the torches. "On the real Galleon it's just a number representing the goblin who made the coin. But the number on these fake Galleons will change to show the time of the next meeting. The coin will heat up when the time is changed, and if you put it on In the pocket, it feels. We each take one, and Harry changes the number on his coin when he decides the next meeting time, because I cast a change spell and everyone's coins will change the same."

    "Well...I like the way you do," Harry smiled and shoved his Galleon into his pocket, "I guess the only danger is that we might accidentally spend it. "

    "Not a chance," said Ron, looking at his gold coin a little sadly, "I don't have a real Galleon to mess with it."

    Better news is that Hermione found the magic circle Gwen needed.

    "You just have to be here...and here..." She found Gwen holding a flimsy-looking booklet, pointed to a few runes, and said, "Do a little Alterations, with more modern magic, will do the trick."

    Gwen quickly took out his notebook and wrote it down, line by line. He also asked Hermione from time to time, "Can you keep the distance?" "What if I can't hear clearly?" "What about the trigger device?"

    In the end, Hermione had to give up her plan to prepare for next week's Potions class and discussed it with Gwen for hours.

    As the first Quidditch match of the season, Gryffindor vs Slytherin, approached, the D.A. rally was suspended as Angelina insisted on training almost every day. Likewise, although Gwen already had a similar blueprint in hand, the production of the improved telescopic ears was temporarily put on hold due to the lack of assistance from the twins.

    Gwen is optimistic about Gryffindor, after all, their current squad has never lost to a Slytherin team. While there were times when Katie came back from practice and showed her displeasure with new goalkeeper Ron, Gwen thinks she was missing her boyfriend more than a few Hogwarts like Oliver Wood ever. What about great players? And Gwen was watching an unforgettable training session when he saw Ron hanging from a broom with one hand, kicking the Quaffle away from the goal post so hard that it flew all the way to the other end of the pitch and through the middle of the opponent's goal. ring. The rest of the team thought the save was comparable to that of Ireland's world-class goalkeeper Barry Ryan against Poland's best Chaser not long ago. Even Fred said that Ron might make him and George proud that they were seriously considering admitting to being related, and he told Ron that they had been trying to deny it for four years.

    October ended in a storm and November came, cold as iron, frost every morning, and icy wind cutting hands and cheeks. The sky and the ceiling of the Great Hall turned a pale bluish-grey, the mountains around Hogwarts wore snow caps, the temperature in the castle dropped so much, and many students wore thick Thick dragonhide gloves.

    Everyone at the Gryffindor table was dressed in red and gold scarves and hats. Harry showed up with a ghostly pale Ron, and Hermione and Ginny had to spend some time comforting an overstretched Ron, though it didn't seem to be working at all.

    "Hello," said a dreamy voice behind them. Luna Lovegood strolled over from the Ravenclaw table. Many people were looking at her, some blatantly smiling and pointing. She made a hat in the shape of a lion's head, the size of a real lion's head, and put it precariously on her head. "I'm for Gryffindor," Luna said needlessly, pointing at her hat. "See what it does??" She reached out and tapped the hat with her wand, and it opened its mouth wide and let out a lifelike roar. , startling everyone around. "Not bad, right?" said Luna cheerfully. "I wanted it to eat a Slytherin snake, but it was too late. Anyway, good luck, Ron!"

    "Let me help." Gwen smiled sinisterly, catching up with Luna who was about to leave, she first turned a napkin into a thin green snake, Then added a shape-shifting spell to Luna's lion hat so that it could eat the snake after the roar. By the way, I also made a smooth fur for this majestic lion, so that the lion's mane stretched in the wind.

    Gwen, who was sitting back in his seat, shivered in the eyes of Prefect Hermione.

    "I'm starting to feel guilty about why she made me feel like I did something bad," Gwen told Fred and George.

    "Don't, Gwen," Fred said firmly, "because Malfoy must have something worse, and he's drooling at Ron."

    The Gryffindor players lined up to the locker room, Ginny, Gwen and Hermione went to the auditorium in a group, and this time they also pulled Luna.

    Mrs. Hooch put the whistle in her mouth and blew hard.

    The kick started, fourteen players rose into the air, and Ron went straight to the goal ring. Harry rose sharply, dodged a Bludger, and began flying around in a large circle, looking for a little golden light. On the other end of the playing field, so did Draco Malfoy.

    Lee Jordan's commentary echoed on the field: "Angelina Johnson got the Quaffle, what a girl. She dodged Warrington, she dodged Monty, she— Ouch - she got hit by a Blur behind her, Crabbe hit. Monta caught the Quaffle, Monta dribbled it back - George Weasley hit a nice Bludger, Flying towards Monta's head, he lost the Quaffle, was picked up by Katie Bell, Gryffindor's Katie Bell passed back to Arya Spinnet, Spinnet immediately ducked Past Warrington, avoiding a Bludger—what a hangover, Arya—the audience loves this, listen to this sound, what are they singing?"

    When Li stopped to listen, the singing rose loudly from the silver and green sea of ​​Slytherin in the stands: [That little idiot of Weasley, he can't block a ball, The Slytherins sang, Weasley was our king. Weasley was born in a trash can. He always put the ball in the door. Weasley made me win this game. Weasley is our king. 】

    "—Arya passes the ball back to Angelina!" Lee cried, trying to cover up the singing.

    Gwen was writhing with anger when Luna made her lion roar just in time and swallowed the slender snake. However, that didn't stop Slytherin's annoying singing. And it did affect Ron, who just missed a ball.

    Gwen looked into the green auditorium and saw Pansy Parkinson, with his poodle-like face, standing in front of the stands with his back to the court, directing the Slytherin cheerleading team to sing.

    "Damn." Gwen scolded rudely, then said to Hermione and Ginny, who were anxious and angry, "Let Jean, I have to go out."

    "Where are you going, Gwen?" Hermione grabbed her. But Gwen is like a strip