MTL - 94 Diagon Alley-Chapter 272 Festival

Coffin, calling out the name of his little master over and over again.

Sirius stretched out his hand, covered the boy's face, and pulled his hand back like an electric shock.

"I haven't seen him in over twenty years..." Sirius said, with a terrifying sadness on his face, "Harry, there are two people who are always young in my mind. One is James and the other is my brother."

"He's brave." Harry opened his mouth and said finally. "Also smart, he may have been the first to discover Voldemort's plans."

"Yes, yes." Sirius responded subconsciously, "I have misunderstood many people and paid a heavy price. Everything is my fault..."

"It's over, Sirius," said Harry, walking over and patting his godfather on the shoulder. He said to the breathless elf again, "Take Regulus back, okay?"

"Yes, Kreacher." Sirius' dark gray eyes blinked, and a few crystal tears slipped down his beard. "We can take him home."

Gwen, who managed to restore the stadium to its original state, first went to the owl shed to catch a chubby messenger, and wrote a letter to Garrick, who was still living at Aunt Muriel's house, to report his safety. Then Apparate to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.

This is the first time that this hospital is so crowded, the visitors of various consultation ward numbers and floors and the therapists in dark green robes are busy shuttling in the crowd, countless family members are pacing anxiously outside the ward step.

"Excuse me, where is Fred Weasley hospitalized?" The dusty Gwen found a table marked "Inquiry" in the reception area, and the wall behind the table It was covered with notices and posters, and on the left side of the table there were large signs for the division of departments on each floor.

A wizard busy with his wand in his head is dealing with several people at once.

"The Conjuration Division is on the fifth floor, go up the stairs on the right - stung by a giant spider? Second floor. No, I can't tell you where Severus Snape is , I don't want to know which newspaper you are from." The wizard finally looked back at Gwen, "Which Weasley are you looking for?"

"A family with red hair." Gwen decided to give him a hint.

"On the first floor, the Artifact Accident Section." He flew a note in his hand, looked down, and said to Gwen.

Thanks, Gwen squeezed out of the crowd at the information desk, turned around in the hospital and finally found them.

Gwen and the others greeted everyone, and seeing that Fred was sleeping, they leaned aside and asked Ginny, "Why did they put Fred in the Object Accident Section? It wasn't the explosion of the crucible, Or a broom collision."

"Because the fifth floor was full, and the therapist said Fred was affected by the explosion, so he was hospitalized here." Ginny said. "Have you found his ears?"

"Sorry," whispered Gwen. "The house-elves said they didn't see the left ear in the castle, but Dobby swore that Peeves hid it."

Ginny's mouth twitched, not bothering about Peeves' unique collection habit. "Mad-Eye came to take a look just now and said he knew a good craftsman who could make a wooden ear for Fred."

George joined their conversation, "I said no for Fred, he'd be mad if he woke up and found out that he had a wooden ear on his head."

"Anyway, he's all right, right?" Gwen asked.

"He'll be fine." George smiled lightly for the first time in two days. "Just wait and see, he'll start complaining about Percy soon."

"Percy has become too clingy." Ginny looked away from the hospital bed, Percy was holding Fred's hand, and Mrs Weasley shook her head in relief. . "I don't know which one I like more, the former one? The current one?"

"He looks like a Weasley." Gwen concluded for her, "Now I finally see Percy's top student mask for real."

On the third day after the war, the order of the magical world gradually began to operate in an orderly manner.

Hogwarts will start a new term in September and welcome back to school for all students who have not completed their studies because of Voldemort and the Death Eaters.

Not surprisingly, both Hermione and Ginny have decided to bring their Hogwarts studies to a perfect end.

Gwen spent a day cleaning the dusty Ollivander wand shop for a long time. She said that the dust in the shop could support a nest of foxes. Weasley's Witchcraft and Wizardry also reopened, and Fred recovered at an alarming rate, and was soon rushed out of the hospital by the therapists. He and George kept rolling out new gadgets inspired by Mystery Man.

For a time, almost every child in a wizarding family had their own bald-headed, noseless doll that uttered a hey hey laugh.

The day she and George picked up Fred from the hospital, Gwen slipped up to the second floor by the way. She found an inconspicuous ward, and sure enough, she found a potions professor who was angrily reading the newspaper.

"Good morning, Professor." She patted the door of the ward and lip-smacking to Snape, whose face was black and dripping from the glass window.

Snape turned his gaze back to the newspaper, ignoring his former student.

Gwen tapped the door again, and the professor who hated seeing people really cast a spell on the door of the ward.

Just as she was about to call a therapist, someone inside took the trouble to let her in.

"You look so good." Gwen said nonsense without changing his face, and put a small basket on the table next to the hospital bed. "Mrs Weasley made you a whole bunch of pies."

"With all due respect, Ollivander. The poor patient in front of you needs some quiet, private time, not self-righteous sympathy and interruption." Snape snorted.

"I must also say that St. Mungo's Hospital has given you enough care." Gwen opened the window a crack to let the sunlight into the gloomy ward. "They didn't reveal anything about you, and it took a lot of effort to find you."

Snape snapped and threw the newspaper aside.

Gwen glanced curiously and almost laughed. "The Daily Prophet? It's ridiculous, it says you and Harry's mother..."

Snape's face became even more frightening.

"Anyway, Rita Skeeter's fiction has a benefit. Professor Snape has become the most painful finger for many housewives." Gwen held a smile and raised himself The little finger said, "Mrs. Weasley and several parents are trying to introduce you to beautiful witches."

"If you want me to see Merlin earlier, you can go out now." The Potions Professor hissed, "You've achieved your goal."

"No, Professor," said Gwen. "On the contrary, I'm here to remind you kindly. The Order of the Phoenix is ​​planning to throw a party after your discharge, and at least three ladies will be well-meaning. Come."

Severus Snape's brain started racing.

"I want them to know that the therapist will allow me to leave in three weeks," he said slowly.

"Well, they'll know." Gwen took a final look at the eye-catching report in the Daily Prophet and left the ward under the murderous gaze of her former Potions professor.

"What did he say?" George leaned against the wall, letting Gwen take his arm.

"Three weeks." Gwen answered honestly.

"Then we have to tell Mom, at most half a month, Snape will slip away." George thought for a while and said. "They move faster."

Gwen felt from the bottom of her heart that the cunning and cunning Professor Snape could not be caught so easily by witches, but she didn't want to be hated by a Slytherin, so she decided to keep silent about it.

"Going back to Diagon Alley?" she said, "I have a surprise for you."

Gwen and George Apparated back to the familiar Diagon Alley, but neither made their way to their respective stores.

"I prepared for a long time," Gwen said, "emptied my little vault—and a portion of Garrick's savings."

She dragged George to a building next to Weasley's Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"I bought this place, George." Gwen pointed to the dilapidated building in front of him, "94 Diagon Alley."

George looked a little excited, his eyes constantly jumping between the joke shop and the small building, and occasionally looking at the wand shop across the street.

"Don't you understand?" Gwen looked at his reaction a little anxiously, "There is a yard behind this small building—"

"I want to hear you tell me in person, Gwen." George grinned. "Because 94 used to be a store too."

"Not now," said Gwen, "because I'm going to make a big difference. The first floor is Ollivander—"

"What?" George called.

"—to make an Ollivander wand care shop." Gwen insisted, "I'm not a good wandmaker yet, but I can repair and maintain wands. After the war wizards We desperately need a place like this.”

"It looks like Garrick will have to work for a few more years." George thought of Mr. Ollivander with sympathy. "Or maybe he's quite happy with the decision."

"It's best not to let old Garrick make too many new wands until I've learned his wand craft thoroughly." Gwen nodded, "Trust me, if everyone is holding a bad If the old wand comes over, he will definitely rush to work without eating or sleeping."

"Go on, Gwen." George squeezed Gwen's fingers.

"As for the second and third floors, sir." Gwen pinched back, "Excuse me, do you want to live here with me?"

"Of course!" George picked up Gwen and turned around, causing the customers in the queue at the joke shop to turn back frequently. "I would—but this time you