MTL - 94 Diagon Alley-Chapter 19 Festival

The official meeting between the long. Thanks, Ollivander. "And then he actually trotted away.

One left, and three more. Gwen thought. Turning to look at Malfoy, he completely forgot how he beat people up before.

"Olivander?" Malfoy sneered through gritted teeth, "Now I know who you mad woman is."

Gwen secretly thought that it was not good, and he would not be able to kick him freely in the future.

"A small and broken wand shop, huh, Ollivander is a pure blooded scum. I'm going to tell my dad to buy your shop and see how long you'll be happy, madwoman Son." The two servants behind him didn't mean to find fault together, instead they seemed a little uneasy.

Gwen got angry when she heard this, and she strode forward, staring down at the pale lad, "Come on, Malfoy. Don't be a goose. Hiding under your father's wings, do you have a father in the whole of Hogwarts?"

"Let me think, don't you happen to have none?" Malfoy sprayed venom not to be outdone.

Gwen was stunned for a moment, suddenly feeling that there was no point in arguing with the boy. So he took a deep breath and looked at him contemptuously. "Yes, my parents died fighting against the mysterious man in the last war. And the wand in your hand was made by my father. I hope you don't have nightmares at night." After she finished speaking, she took a step back and stared at her pitifully again. He glanced.

"Malfoy, do you know that even if old Malfoy doesn't buy a broom for Slytherin, you can still be on the team by yourself? It looks like it's going to work. I hope your good dad can help you find real friends in Slytherin." She glanced at the two servants who were staring down at the floor and sneered. Before Malfoy could react, he turned and ran.

Malfoy sneered, his pale face even paler, motioning for Crabbe and Goyle to follow him. On the way, he saw that Goyle was still wearing a pair of glasses, the legs of the glasses were almost stuck in the flesh and could not be seen.

"Why are you wearing glasses?" he asked, frowning.

The fool stammered, "Well, I'm...reading."

"Reading?" Malfoy frowned even more and was stunned for two seconds, "I didn't know you could read?"

On the other side of the corridor, Gwen, who watched the three Slytherins walk away, knocked on the wall again: "Okay, we'd better go back quickly."

The door opened, and two dignified Weasleys squeezed out, holding a bulging pocket in their hands. Looking at Gwen who looked as usual, the two of them forced a smile and said, "We have found a lot of good things, and we will go back and take a look later."

"Maybe, I might want to take a break tonight. I'll see tomorrow."

George hugged Gwen gently, but she didn't break free. And the twins did not allow her to take the jumping machine to the eighth floor, and insisted on taking her one step at a time. Gwen was hugged back to the tower by George like this, and they had to listen to them sing and tell jokes. Until the Gryffindor common room, Gwen said goodbye to them at the spiral staircase of the girls' dormitory, Merlin knew that her legs were sore, and she just wanted to go back and have a good sleep, although she had to admit that her mood was much calmer. .

But Fred and George didn't let her go, Fred gave her a box of candy from his pocket, and George didn't say anything but tucked her messy hair back into his ear back.

"Merry Christmas, Gwen. Don't think about anything." George shouted as Gwen's robes disappeared down the stairs.

"Merry Christmas, George, Fred." There was a dull response from upstairs.

Fred took his eager brother back to the boys' dorm. George looked at little George who was bouncing up and down on his bed, and became even more silent.

The two villains were exhausted until it was dark. George was lying on the bed staring blankly at the bed linen, and the small George was also lying on the pillow. He also found an old pillow cover for himself as a quilt, and was ready to sleep comfortably. Before going to bed he ran to George's ear and said:

"Gwen said you're the more handsome of the twins."

Fred said that George laughed out loud in sleep last night, very disgusting.

Contact Lenses & Monsters

Gwen felt that she had not slept well the night before. In fact, their dormitory has not slept well recently. Gwen agreed with Muggles that sleep quality affects mood. Ginny walks alone with books every day, either reading or writing, like a Ravenclaw before an exam. Even the usually mild-mannered Katie recently had no intention of indulging in Lockhart's beauty. She even quarreled with Wood a few days ago, saying that his training task was too heavy, and that within half a year, she would train on a broom. A pair of looped legs. Gwen also had a nameless fire in her dream yesterday. She didn't know where to send it, but she only remembered that there was a figure in her ear that killed him and killed him. Merlin was on top, she never thought about killing any little bastard, and she only thought about giving Malfoy a sap, the kind behind.

The next morning, Gwen, who reconfirmed that he had no dangerous thoughts, slowly got up from the bed. The villain who was seeing George didn't know what to carry, grabbed the fur on the dog's neck, and rode it wildly in the girls' dormitory. When the villain saw Gwen awake, he patted the dog's butt, and the **** cat jumped onto the bed that wasn't very sturdy. Gwen felt like he heard a creaking noise from the Gryffindor dormitory bed.

"Okay, dog, you're already a 20-pound cat. Don't jump around like you used to." Gwen rubbed the white cat's chin and took it apart The package behind the small George, a raisin cake made by Mrs. Weasley.

As soon as Miss Ollivander, who was in a good mood after eating the cake, entered the lounge, the two waiting Weasleys had been waiting for a long time. She quickened her pace, and the three found an empty classroom, admiring the loot they stole from Filch's office yesterday.

"An automatic quill pen, but I heard that the accuracy rate is not high."

"A fork that bites, and if you eat with it, you may lose half your tongue."

"Fox's egg, hell, George, why did you steal this thing..."

"We could tuck into Malfoy's robes, or make some innocuous candy. Look, there are tentacles from the Mortra rat. It's disgusting.

Gwen hurried to comment: "This one can stay, eat the tentacles of the mortra to ward off bad luck. Don't look at me like that, Fred. We won't really eat it, grind Adding powder to magic items can barely make a difference."

The twins threw aside the handful of black, dry tentacles and continued to rummage for useful little things.

"The broken speculum may be repaired."

"A clump of gray fur, I don't know what magical creature it is. Maybe an invisible beast? Seriously? Some students want to make themselves a cape at Hogwarts?"

Gwen grabbed it and threw it next to the Motra rat tentacle.

Fred took a bright yellow, slender chicken doll from his pocket.

"What is this? Looks like a Muggle thing..."

"...Yes, it feels like the rubber duck Daddy said." George looked at it carefully for a moment, and pinched the slender rubber chicken like a Muggle.

"Giggle ---"

It was a cry that touched the soul, and Gwen felt that his eardrums were shattered. George hurriedly threw it out, and it was quiet now.

"Black magic!" Fred said, covering his ears.

"Muggle stuff is so dangerous." George patted his little heart.

"Does anyone remember my mandrake plan?" Gwen rubbed his chin, "We use copy spells to do dozens of them, in case we encounter an attacker, there is no time to cast the spell. The lower grade students just pinch it to ensure that no one can survive within ten miles."

The twins silently looked at the rubber chicken with O mouth on the ground and named it "Mandela Big Cock".

Production of the Gwen and Weasley twins' Medusa-proof glasses was on track during the weeks that Mandela Big Cock was selling well at Hogwarts. They ground the disgusting mortra tentacles into a black, greasy powder, and added the juice of hellebore, a herb that cleanses sin from evil spells; and finally put a small handful of chopped The sunflower root, which is a sun-saturated plant, is said to have a certain effect against black magic. The twins threw all the second-hand glasses Hogsmeade had bought into the cauldron and boiled them for a long time, allowing the potion to soak through.

The R&D team's idea is very simple. Since they don't know what petrifies the students, they put everything possible together. Anyway, at their level, they can't make too powerful magic props.

After the glasses surface was soaked dangerously green by the potion, Gwen took a pair of golden scissors and finely chopped the gray cloak's hair into almost invisible yarn . Fred and George, who won Mrs. Weasley's true biography, used a few housework magics, just like Molly's usual knitting sweater, and they made hundreds of invisible cloth pieces the size of lenses. Then they studied for a few days, and finally, under Professor Flitwick's deep suspicion, learned the permanent sticking spell. After the glasses were covered with contact cloth, an exhausted Gwen demanded that the twins pay a premium.

"Are you afraid of being petrified? Why don't you buy a 'contact lens'! Even Medusa can't find your eyes, anti-curse, except for bad luck, mother no longer has to worry about me being petrified!"

After that day, Hogwarts students wore these funny glasses, two round holes appeared in their immature faces, people could see through their glasses