MTL - 94 Diagon Alley-Chapter 142 Festival

, if all you need is a light—or a little whine—”

Snape turned his head to stare at Gwen, and she quickly shut her mouth. Snape then turned to Dumbledore and hinted that he didn't want anyone involved.

Dumbledore was also very cautious, "I suggest that you ask the two Mr. Weasleys for advice without revealing any information. I am sure they will be very willing to help you. Gwen, Confession is a gift, and silence is sometimes a gift.”

She nodded knowingly, assuring that she would keep it a secret from everyone, and would only make wands when the shop was closed at night.

Dumbledore stood up satisfied, and the dome surrounding the three disappeared. He glanced at his pocket watch, and even said he had an important meeting—to listen to Filch reporting an astonishingly long list of contraband.

Gwen looked guiltily at Weasley's Witchcraft and Wizardry down Diagon Alley, vaguely feeling that the culprits of the list were her boyfriend and his twin brother.

After Dumbledore stepped into the fireplace, Snape waited for another five minutes. He seemed to be deliberately trying to make a time difference with the Headmaster, and even though they were already using two very different modes of transportation, he didn't want to be seen sharing a schedule with Dumbledore.

Just as Gwen was about to invite Professor Snape for a cup of tea, the gloomy wizard finally stood up. He walked around the wand shop, looked at the back door with disgust, didn't know what kind of complicated magic was used in that place, added a few barriers to the studio, erased his magic mark, and then Again - without even saying hello - disappeared into Ollivander's wand shop.

After Gwen used up the sixth Ollivander's scrap twig, she finally stood on the shoulders of Giant George and Giant Fred, and used a few clever transformation spells, Completed the quest to make the wand glow green and whistle.

Tonks occasionally spends the night at the wand shop, but every time she thinks of looking around the workbench to see what Gwen is up to, she is turned around by an invisible force, inexplicably He walked straight to the outside of the store. After trying a few times, Gwen used "this is Dumbledore's magic" to perfunctory.

After Gwen stayed up for a few nights, he finally stuffed Fox's flying feathers into the birch branches, and then used a file to sharpen it into Snape's wand appearance, and finally took the pine resin adjusted with ink Color the wand and you're done.

It took more than two weeks, as the great white wizard had anticipated. Gwen carefully put the wand in the suitcase, fell asleep for a day and a night, and woke up again, it was her seventeenth birthday.

The sleepy Gwen yawned at the sunset in Diagon Alley and decided to make himself a cup of strong tea. Just when she was thinking about what snacks to eat, the Weasley twins, who had closed the store, walked down the street with a few packages.

"Wow." Gwen rubbed his eyes and said to George, "You must love me so much, or are you going to run away from home? I mean, run away from Fred?"

"Stop your daydreaming, silly witch." Fred left a large cloth bag on the ground, "No one can separate us."

"But I do love you very much." George said graciously, and pointed to the cloth bag in his arms, "It's Hogwarts friends who complain that owls can't fly. Ollivander's Wand Shop, so send your gifts to the Joke Shop."

Sure enough, as soon as Gwen opened the gift from Katie, her note slipped out, saying that she had not contacted her for a month, and she was very worried. Although the gifts she gave are really not suitable for sharing with people in public.

Gwen blushed and stuffed back the gift box from Katie Bell, then pretended to be interested in the twins' gift.

Fred and George like two happy squirrels out of their sacks.

"Nosebleed nougat, I specially reserved a box for you."

"The Dark Mark is edible, don't eat it during class, you may feel sick to your stomach."

"Stealth **** and decoy bombs, Fred and I are not at school, but no one's taking you away from Filch."

"Finally," Fred proudly took out a small bag of heavy gold Galleons from his arms, "Ms. Ollivander who provided us with a steady stream of money-making ideas, wish you Happy birthday."

Gwen's wrist hurts as a bag of money falls. The kind George reminded her, "The Ministry of Magic ordered five hundred anti-curse hats, and we also sold quite a few anti-curse capes and gloves. Let me think about it, it was inspired by a witch's anti-curse badge in 1992. ."

Gwen waved his hand hastily, "Those are gadgets, I didn't help you make such a serious product - your invention may have saved a lot of wizards, gentlemen."

"They don't have much effect on Unforgivable Curses, they can only deal with some little magic, little hexes..." George touched his nose.

Fred accepts all the compliments, but insists that Gwen take the bag of gold. "I'd better not be disappointed. Georgie will definitely prepare a gift for you alone. As for me, I think the best gift is money."

"I'm lucky to have such a sincere and direct friend as you." Gwen accepted the gift of the successful businessman with satisfaction, thinking about saving the money, and then using the money from his private house Add to that, hire a house-elf for the twins and the joke shop - otherwise they won't even be able to eat well when they're too busy.

Fred, like in a hurry, brought out a birthday cake that was piled high, and Gwen knew it was Mrs. Weasley's work. This time, the ingenious Molly placed a little witch who was grinning in circles on top of the cake.

"You eat a big piece of cake in two bites." Gwen couldn't help reminding George to look at his brother, "It's really a big piece! Mrs Weasley put three layers in it. Fruit stuffing."

"I have something else to do, you guys talk-" Fred snapped his fingers and limped out before he could swallow it completely.

Gwen looked at George helplessly, "You stepped on him too hard."

George slowly wiped the cream from the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, held up the beautiful champagne from the Leaky Cauldron, "To Fred's toe—"

Gwen ignored him, stretched out his hand, tilted his head and looked into George's bright eyes.

George was suddenly hesitant.

"Look, Gwen. I was a brave wizard." George stammered, "but when it comes to life events like this, especially with you, I can't help but be a little apprehensive. ."

Gwen watched as George Weasley - a handsome boy she had known for seven years and had been in love with for two years - suddenly fell to one knee, his fleshless knee hitting the floor with a huge bang The sound made her heart tug.

"George..." Gwen's voice was soft and sweet, something she didn't know she could make.

George looked up at her and grinned, revealing a row of perfectly white teeth. Contrary to what he said, George looked at her innocently with two bright eyes flashing, without any flinch or shyness. He opened the small box, just like when he invited Gwen to dance for the first time, there was a pair of rings lying quietly inside. The moderately sized ruby ​​complimented Weasley's red hair, and the brilliant fire of the gem almost caught Gwen's eyes.

"I wish I could wear it." Gwen took a step back. Don't dare to look into the innocent eyes of the energetic young man, otherwise she might nod her head by herself.

George didn't panic, and joked with Gwen, "Miss, are you just waiting for this day to take revenge for my reaction when I accepted your kiss?"

Gwen wrapped her fingers together and turned her back, feeling a mess in her heart. Then he was hugged from behind by George, his chin so hard that Gwen's shoulder hurt a little, and his neck tickled from the heat of his breath.

"I'm not sure now is the right time..." Gwen said in confusion, "Garrick is still in the hands of You-Know-Who, the only relative I have...I'm still a year away from graduating ...I want to find a way to save him, and I want to help..." Gwen closed his eyes in despair, "Didn't Molly also say that it's too hasty to make decisions now—"

"But you and I are a perfect match, so what are you waiting for?" George echoed his mother's words. "Imagine, Gwen. You don't have a handsome, smart, funny gentleman like me in your life, and oh—I can't live without you."

Gwen turned around and wrapped her arms around George's waist, "You keep saying these sweet words...but in fact maybe we'll always quarrel in the future, I'll lose my temper with you, you will Think I'm getting fat and getting old. Also, if we all have to open a shop in Diagon Alley, who's going to see the kids?"

George rubbed his nose against Gwen's little nose, "If you've thought about it this far, there's no reason to reject me, Gwen. And it's just an engagement, so treat it as a Your chaotic life plus a little assurance that I'm always there for you." He stroked Gwen's hand, "Look, Gwen, you're wearing it just fine. .I have long felt that your fingers are empty."

Unconsciously, the sly George had put the ring on Gwen's left ring finger.

Gwen looked at the thin ring on her straight, snow-white finger, her eyes warmed. "You'll never go back, Mr. Mischief. Mind you, I'm a troublemaker."

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