MTL - 94 Diagon Alley-Chapter 271 Festival

She sat across from them with a smile, "Gwen, we have a new customer."

"I'm still troubled by the fact that Lupin made you his son's godfather without my knowledge." Sirius said to Harry, "Now trouble, who will Is my child the godfather?"

Harry smiled foolishly, seemingly carried away by the good news from Sirius.

"You two are pure blood wizards." Hermione said, "Why do children need a godfather?"

"It's a fad, Hermione." Sirius said eloquently, "If other people's children have a godfather, mine must have one. Besides, pure blood wizards are not popular these days. That's it, ma'am."

Maybe it's the benefit of Voldemort's downfall, no one talks about pure blood and mixed blood every day.

"Isn't Lupin a good choice out of the box?" Fred asked.

Ms. Burns quickly gestured to him under the table.

Sirius unsurprisingly began to retort: ​​"He is the husband of my niece, and theoretically the same age as my children." But everyone can see that he is because Lupin's success complain.

Harry couldn't help but say, "In theory, little Teddy and I are the same generation."

"Do you know how we can solve this problem?" George whispered to Gwen.

“Don’t—” Gwen said, “don’t—”

"Cough," George winked at her and cleared his throat, "Snape might be a good candidate."

The air froze.

"I mean, he's a professor at Hogwarts, he's your classmate, and there's no weird relative generation." George continued, "What else, yes, he It just so happens to be a hero that gets a lot of attention.”

Sirius' expression froze in place, he seemed to want to curse, and he unconsciously considered the old enemy he hated so much.

"Stop talking, Sirius." His wife handed him a full glass of wine. "It's Christmas and we're guests of the friendly Weasleys."

Sirius dried the wine in front of him and left. "I'm going outside to see the goblins."

"What about little Blake's godfather—" Fred fanned the flames behind.

"Remus, that's all." The handsome wizard's voice came from a distance.

"You two bastards." Mrs. Weasley came over with a large plate of creamy stew and tapped Fred and George on the heads with her wand.

"Imagine the old Bat's Gryffindor godson." Ron said to Harry, the impolite call getting Hermione's eye knife. "To make matters worse, his last name is Blake."

"It's no big deal," Harry grinned, wiping his eyes. "He's been protecting a Gryffindor named Potter for many years."

Ms. Burns had to remind them that she was from Hufflepuff and try to stop the bizarre imaginings of two immature wizards.

"Snape hates kids," Ginny and Gwen discussed. "He's not going to be anyone's godfather."

"I advise you to be careful with what you say, Ginny." Gwen divided the utensils for the others. "Maybe Harry has this plan."

Ginny's face turned pale, she glanced nervously at her savior boyfriend, hesitating whether to change her Christmas wish.

"Let me go, let me go!" Mrs. Weasley greeted the others with a huge turkey. "It's a feast, family."

"Merry Christmas." Mr. Weasley raised his glass.

"Merry Christmas." The wizards who filled the Burrow table raised their glasses.

And this is just an ordinary, lively and warm Christmas in their future life.

If you're curious, a Scottish owl flew from Nurmengard today and threw a pair of wool socks into the house.

94 Diagon Alley

"Your wand fixed?" Gwen let go of his hands around George's neck and looked at Harry in surprise.

The client just got out from under the invisibility cloak and hurriedly put one hand behind his back. "Yes... yes."

"May I know how?" Gwen considered her words, not wanting to make Harry uncomfortable.

"Actually," Harry hesitated for a moment and took out the Elder Wand hidden behind his back. "Because of it."

Gwen knew that she probably looked like a Gringotts goblin now, but she couldn't control her covetousness for the legendary wand. After a moment, George patted her on the back.

Gwen finally recovered, shook his head, and pushed Harry's hand away, "As a friend I beg you, keep it away from me—"

"Oh, I thought you'd want to take a look." Harry twirled the Elder Wand, and the dangerous movement of his fingers made Gwen and Ron, who came after him, shudder.

"Don't—I mean, don't let other wizards know there is such a good thing—" Gwen squeezed his throat, feeling short of breath, "Otherwise Ollivander There will be no more new wands to sell!"

"Gwen means that everyone will go to Potter's house and ask him to fix their broken wand." George quipped, "Good luck, Harry, put it away, my girlfriend. I'm going to faint."

After saying goodbye to the Savior Squad, Gwen and George returned to the Great Hall.

"For Merlin's sake, where have you all gone." Mrs. Weasley resumed her previous busy and enthusiastic look, "Professor McGonagall has arranged tasks for everyone."

Seeing George's face going down, Fred raised an arm, grunting. Percy hurriedly explained, "Half of the people will transfer the wounded to St. Mungo's, and the rest can stay and clear the battlefield."

"I'll take you there, buddy." George lifted Fred immediately, being careful not to touch his fragile ribs.

"You go first," Gwen said to the Weasleys, looking at the distraught professors, "I'll be here soon to meet you at the hospital. Fred, You'll be fine, and you're as handsome as George now."

"Don't lie, bad girl, even if I lose an ear, I'm still the most beautiful child in the Weasleys." The brothers apparated as they traveled a little further on a simple stretcher.

Gwen turned to Professor McGonagall, who was explaining something to the house-elves.

"Professor."

"...when we clear the rocks, you can clean...what's the matter, Ollivander?"

"Is there anything I can do?"

"You showed up just in time - we couldn't let the families of the casualties stay in the castle to help - Oliver Wood and Katie Bell went to the Quidditch pitch and the Death Eaters took the It's a mess, you can go and help them. Thank goodness, Filch, that's half the gate of the castle, just put it there, and Filius will figure it out."

Gwen hurriedly left the Headmaster, who was so busy with sparks, and ran to the Quidditch pitch. What she said was right, the once spectacular stadium was now in a mess, with several giant goals crumpled to the ground.

Gwen swears she saw Wood standing alone in the middle of the court. It reminded her of her sixth year, when Gryffindor lost the House Cup and Wood, the captain, tried to drown himself in the heavy rain.

"How long is your husband going to be grieving?" Gwen walked over to her good friend Katie.

"Leave him alone," Katie said without looking back. "Oliver's best memories are here. Leave him alone for a while. Let's do our jobs."

"Okay, I'll fix the Slytherin and Ravenclaw stands." Gwen shrugged.

"Leave the rest of the stand to me," Katie said, waving her wand, and shouting a short distance away. "Oli, you better hurry up with the goal and the post."

"And the lawn." The tall Wood's voice was muffled, but he began to move, "The grass has to be re-paved, or the players will fall miserably."

"What he means is that the player who falls on the ground will be injured and cannot get up immediately to continue the game." Katie secretly said.

Gwen climbed to the top of the stand, chanted the Restoration Charm, and the splintered logs lined up to return to their original place.

It was already bright and the sun was already hanging on the spire of Hogwarts Castle. The wounded in the Great Hall had left one after another, and Hagrid and his little brother were carrying the giant spiders and other creatures that had died in the battle, and the kind gamekeeper was thinking of burying them properly. The door of Hogwarts Castle was re-installed by Professor Flitwick. Professor Sprout was taking care of her poor greenhouse that was trampled by giants. Professor Slughorn neatly repaired the collapsed outer wall. As if he had done the same thing countless times.

Gwen saw Harry unexpectedly - she thought the boy had left school long ago in order to hide the peace. But then he appeared beside the Black Lake, where there was a white marble tomb. On closer inspection, Sirius and Kreacher are also nearby.

Harry knew where to find his godfather. He also felt that he should go to him.

When he came to Dumbledore's false grave, Sirius was still hesitant to open the coffin. So Harry decided to help him, just like Sirius in "King's Cross" guided him.

He shook his wand slightly, and the white marble coffin that had been split open by Voldemort slowly opened. Unlike what he remembered, what lay there was no longer Dumbledore's "corpse", but a pale, black-haired handsome boy.

Sirius seemed to have a hard time controlling his emotions, he knelt beside the coffin as if he had fallen.

Kreacher was so grief-stricken that he almost fell into a rock