MTL - 94 Diagon Alley-Chapter 155 Festival

Staring at Gwen, she immediately understood what she meant by this "attack".

But he didn't say anything, and it only took a few seconds to figure out what spell Gwen had used - swear by Mrs Pince, that book was an unpopular A spell book that hardly anyone has ever borrowed. Snape used the counter-curse so easily, and quickly calmed down the grim-faced Malfoy.

After all this happened, Gwen felt that his initial judgment was not too wrong. Because if Snape knew that Gwen heard their conversation, heard their plot and their mission, and attacked Malfoy. Then he could use at least ten ways to make Gwen disappear, leaving no bones behind. Gwen knows a truth, to judge a person's true position can not be heard by what he said, but by what he did. Snape's actions just now actually proved at least one thing, that he was not a loyal believer of You-Know-Who. It can even be considered that he is indeed doing things for the Order of the Phoenix.

So as Snape passed Gwen with the emaciated, slumbering Malfoy in her arms, she asked another question that had tormented her all night.

"Professor, what should you do with your unbreakable oath?"

Snape stopped, just turned his head slightly, and squinted at Gwen, as if she was a corpse with too many words at the moment.

"Is that mission about wands?" Gwen strikes while the iron is hot, "but it can't deceive the Unbreakable Oath—"

"Your curiosity will kill you sooner or later, Ollivander." Snape's voice was like a cold snake against Gwen's skin, "before I hold you to my students Before using evil magic, you'd better run away like a mouse. Your kind professor has warned you not to be smart."

He lifted his foot to leave, Gwen was about to speak again, and this time Snape didn't even look back.

"Shut up, Ollivander. Forget everything you heard and saw today, including Dumbledore and your **** wand, and stay away from Draco Malfoy in the future Yes, that's not something you should be worried about. Otherwise," he paused, "I promise you, you'll be the one who'll be the next one at Hogwarts."

Gwen sat down on the empty secret passage, feeling unprecedented fear. That fear comes from ignorance and the worst of all possible outcomes. She should have been relieved, because neither Malfoy nor Snape were enemies, but Headmaster Slytherin's last warning told her plainly - that it was an extremely dangerous mission. If he gets too deep, Gwen is sure he'll probably lose his life.

Looking at the crackling torches on the wall, Gwen had no strength at all, and she sincerely hoped that she could remember nothing tomorrow.

Frost Christmas

After a sleepless morning, Gwen remembered that he forgot to sign the detention list. The thought of Gwen being alone at Hogwarts this Christmas, when Garrick probably couldn't even eat a turkey, made her very sad.

After dragging and dragging, Gwen finally decided to knock on Professor McGonagall's door on the afternoon of the rest day, after all, staying at the school is far better than returning to the cold Diagon Alley alone.

"Come in." Dean Gryffindor's steady voice came.

"Sorry, Professor, I want to add a registration to the detention list." Gwen touched her nose embarrassedly.

Professor McGonagall was a little surprised, she slid her eyes down at Gwen, "As far as I know, Miss Ollivander, Mr. The school has declared, and you and Mr Potter are going to their house for Christmas."

"Huh? But...I don't know..." Gwen stammered.

"Owls often take a long time to find Hogwarts recently," McGonagall lowered her head again, correcting her first-year Transfiguration homework, "because our magical defenses are stronger. Since You know now, Miss Ollivander, why don't you go back and pack?"

"What? Oh, alright." Gwen backed out of the office in confusion. "Merry Christmas, Professor."

"Merry Christmas, Miss Ollivander." Professor McGonagall raised the corner of her mouth slightly, burying her head in the freshmen's bad report.

Closing the door, Gwen finally remembered that she had not been in touch with her boyfriend for several days. She went back to her still warm bed, and before Ginny didn't know where she was, she took out her retractable ear and cleared her throat.

"George? Honey?"

"You—the ruthless woman!" George gritted his teeth and complained, "It's been four days! My retractable ears are getting calluses!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Gwen bowed his head small, "I just did something big."

"Oh?" George groaned strangely, "Let me guess, you bombed Snape's office?"

Gwen's back teeth froze suddenly, "It's not true, but I may have offended him—"

"How fresh! Which semester did you not offend him, if that's why you snubbed your boyfriend..."

"—I ripped off Malfoy's clothes," said Gwen quickly.

"Then you take me for a fool—what did you do?!" George's voice rose an octave. "Gwendelyn Ollivander! What have you done!" There was the sound of pots and pans falling to the ground, and Fred's curses.

"George, you almost ruined a hundred Galleons!"

"Never mind, Fred, my fiancée told me she ripped off other people's clothes!"

Fred blew a loud slogan, and immediately put his head to the telescopic ear, "Are you going to abandon little Georgie, Gwen?"

Gwen sighed, "I just ripped his sleeve to see if there was that mark."

Fred made a dissatisfied voice and walked away. George didn't make a fuss, but he was still not very happy.

"Why do you care about him? Gwen," George said. "Do you also believe Malfoy did what happened to Katie?"

"Actually, he has admitted it." Gwen was mixed, "I can't say too much now, I heard that Mrs. Weasley invited me to Christmas, maybe we can talk then ."

"So you already know?" George was a little happy, "Mom said that the owl didn't send the letter at all, I was going to tell you through the telescopic ear."

"I'm glad, George, but it's too sudden." Gwen rubbed the corners of the quilt a little nervously. "Especially the two of us..."

"Don't be silly, Gwen." George firmly persuaded her, "Do you think I'll let you spend Christmas alone? We have to spend Christmas with our family."

Gwen felt warm from head to toe, half coquettish and half complaining, "My Christmas present is nothing special."

"Trust me," said George lightly, "you'll make the Weasleys a lot of fun—especially Mrs. Weasley."

Gwen arrived at Hagrid's cabin early in the morning on the day he left school by train, with a little bruise on his face, probably accidentally touched by his petite giant brother.

"Merry Christmas, Hagrid." Gwen pulled out a colorful box of bird food and a large beef bone.

"Thank you, Gwen, come in." Hagrid turned to let Gwen in. Fang rested his heavy head on Gwen's lap, digging his nose against the ribbon-tied bone.

"George never imagined that two little fellows could be so beautiful," Hagrid clapped his hands, two ferocious but beautiful birds resting reluctantly on his shoulders, "Look at Look at them, they're all lime green. Flitwick put a Silence Charm on me, and they're the sweetest little sweethearts."

Although the fresh and gorgeous feathers caught Gwen's eyes, the bitter expressions of the two birds told Gwen that they were not some **** sweethearts at all.

"That's great, I hope the cockroach loves this kind of bird food." Gwen poked at the gift, "Hagrid, I need your help. I'm going to Wayne this Christmas. The Sly family is a guest, can I pick some flowers around the Forbidden Forest and bring them there?"

Hagrid's beard moved, "Of course, of course. The Forbidden Forest is dangerous, but there are more beautiful creatures—and the Weasleys are really good people." The hand that entertained Gwen to eat the rock skin cake, got up and put on the cloak, and took Gwen to the edge of the forest.

Gwen asked Hagrid what it was, pointing to the fiery red dwarf flowers.

"Fireball flower." Hagrid touched one of the blooming flowers with his hand. A golden spark came out. "Wizards call them fireworks on the ground."

Gwen felt that these flowers matched the Weasleys' red head very well. Seeing it was festive and lively, she fell in love at once.

"Can I pick a handful and take it with me?" Gwen looked at Hagrid expectantly.

The tall professor scratched his head, "You have to be very careful, because they are very delicate, and if you touch them, they will spit sparks - they are actually pollen." Then he strode back to the cabin, Get out some old yellowed newspapers and a pair of fancy scissors. In just three or two strokes, he cut a large handful of fireballs against the ground, carefully wrapped them in the newspaper, and repeatedly reminded Gwen not to itch them.

Gwen thanked him contentedly, dragging a small suitcase full of gifts and flowers in hand on the Hogwarts Express to London.

Mr. Weasley picked them up in a car with a magically enlarged interior, and told Harry with a wink: "Sirius has recently entered a period of rebellion, almost the same as when he was ten years old. Twins are just as troublesome.