MTL - 94 Diagon Alley-Chapter 13 Festival
Poke Ron's ribs and turn his head to Percy's side, Ron immediately understood.
"Going upstairs - we're a little tired," he said. The two squeezed towards the door at the other end of the room, which had a spiral staircase leading to their bedroom. "Good night," Harry called back to Hermione, who was as stern as Percy.
There is also a Miss Ollivander who looks bad. She thinks that she is worried about the twins because she eats hallucinogenic mushrooms. These two worried **** are just because they did not follow the car. Sorry to come. Disappointed, Gwen pulled Ginny back to the girls' dormitory, leaving a group of Gryffindor heartless men partying in the common room.
The next day, Gwen's bad taste was greatly satisfied. She had just poured herself a full glass of milk when she heard a commotion above her head, and a cloud-like owl flew over. As a precaution, Gwen dried the milk and emptied the table in front of him. Immediately afterwards, a big gray guy fell into Hermione's jug. Suddenly, milk and feathers splashed all over them.
"Erol!" Ron shouted, pulling the wet owl out with his claws. Errol collapsed on the table, his legs stretched out in the air, a wet red envelope still in his mouth.
Neville said in horror that it was a roaring letter and covered his ears with his fingers. Sure enough, a loud noise filled the entire auditorium, shaking the dust off the ceiling.
"Ronald Weasley!
...Stole the car, I wouldn't be surprised if they fired you, see how I deal with you. You probably didn't even think about how your dad and I were feeling when we found out the car was gone... Last night, Dumbledore's letter from Dumbledore made your dad almost die of shame. We worked so hard to pull you up, I didn't expect you to do such a thing, you and Harry almost lost their lives... It's so annoying, your dad will be censored in the unit, it's all your fault. If you don't follow the rules, we will bring you back immediately!"
It was Mrs. Weasley's cry, a hundred times longer than usual, which shook the plates and spoons on the table, and the echoes from the four stone walls were deafening. Gwen even remembered the mandrakes she had studied in her second grade herbal medicine class, and the shock was evident. I heard that Mrs. Weasley also wrote a letter to criticize the twins, because their holiday 'inappropriate' practice led Harry and Ron to have this dangerous action. Except for Harry and the Weasleys, Gwen felt that everyone else was in a good mood for this breakfast.
Ron's wand is broken again. Gwen got the news from Fred, and it seems that in order to outshine their younger brother, the twins have some outrageous little plans as soon as the semester begins. Fred also said that Ron's wand smelled like rotten eggs when he chanted it now. He borrowed some magic tape to mend the wand, but it didn't seem to be repaired, crackling and sparking every now and then.
After the Transfiguration class, Ron came to Gwen pitifully, hoping she would save his wand. It was almost broken into two pieces, and the top end was pulled down, with only a few strands of wood attached. Gwen's eyelids jumped.
"No way, Ron, this wand is turning into a nearly headless Nick." She carefully put the magic tape back on again, lest she slap the remaining bits of wood wool. torn off. "I'm not kidding, not only did the branches break, but the core of the wand broke. The wand has suffered such severe damage that as far as I know there is no way to fix it."
Gwen returned the wand to Ron, "I'm sorry, Ron. I even advise you not to use magic, I don't know what the consequences of using this wand will be. Maybe you should ask Ask Percy how she's doing well, and hopefully Mrs Weasley will promise to buy you a new wand."
After her first Defence Against the Dark Arts class, Gwen must control Katie so that she doesn't do anything stupid. The girl almost fell in love with her professor.
Gwen, returning to the common room, accidentally found the Weasley twins who were in a meeting, and after confirming that they had not started (without himself) to do bad things, he sat with them at ease. Continue the meeting together.
"I don't even know which is worse, Professor Lockhart or Professor Quirrell." Gwen looked at the stack of textbooks resentfully, "he just laughed stupidly, I can even read To his back molars. He also spent a class quizzing us on what color he likes."
"I assure you, Gwen, he does the same thing in the first lesson of every grade. Come to think of it, we're all in fourth grade, and it's like drinking Reciting his experiences like a confused witch on a love potion?" George shuddered as if frightened by something.
"Katie just fell in love with him, I mean, Professor Lockhart is really good looking. But we have an attack that can't blind the enemy with the reflection of his teeth. I hope he Teach us how to deal with hyenas and ghouls later."
"If you want to deal with ghouls, we have one upstairs in our house." Fred said. Use it instead of Ron..."
"...Anyway, Ron would only grunt at that time." George nodded.
Gwen immediately lost interest in ghouls and began discussing with her research partner what to invent this semester.
"What if Professor Lockhart was a dark wizard like Quirrell? Should we do something to test him?" Gwen listed a few on the parchment.
"Dyeing his hair green?" Fred glanced. "Are you a first-year student Gwen? It's better to be bald than this."
"Dye his teeth yellow?" George also glanced at him, "I see, you want to turn Lockhart into a second Snape."
Gwen sternly crossed out a few lines, "Forget it, the chances of us having a bad professor for two years in a row are low. I'd better consider a new invention."
After the second Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson, in the Gryffindor lounge.
Gwen, whose hair was messed up like a broom, shouted fiercely, "I take back what I said last week, Hogwarts has been hired for two consecutive years. The professor of spectrum!"
The twins watched with interest the little witches like two monkeys catching each other's lice, and then decided to listen to what good things happened today.
"Lockhart - don't ask me to call him Professor - what an embroidered pillow, Cornish elf? I haven't been afraid of those big mosquitoes since I was five, you should listen to him How to describe it: 'The most evil and terrifying thing the wizarding world has ever known'. Did he think he was dealing with Voldemort?"
Katie ripped off two hairs by Gwen's not-so-gentle way, and gasped, "But he chanted a new spell, don't say that, Gwen."
"Well well, if you call 'Pesch Pixy Pestronomi' the new spell, I doubt it's a lyric, after all, it doesn't work at all right? Ouch? !" Gwen also had two hairs pulled out, and lowered her head tearfully, "I won't speak ill of him, Katie, at least in front of you."
When her lost little sister returned to the dormitory with a full face, Gwen grabbed the twins like a stray dog (?) and continued what she just said.
"The wizard who can only show his teeth, he ran away in class, and asked Katie and I to help him clean up. We caught a total of forty-six Cornish puppies The elves - forty-six - Katie was willing, I nearly vomited old blood in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. Then Peeves would laugh at me, a student who was **** off in the classroom by the professor!"
"Relax, Gwen." George patted her on the back lightly, "Big Weasleys will avenge you. If he really can teach you a lesson at Hogwarts safely Years." Then Fred gave him a half-smiling look, and George pretended not to see it.
"I just hope he won't make fun of the elf anymore. I even wanted to make a cage. It's better to **** the messy little things in the house directly!"
"Then you might put our dear professor in the cage with you," Fred put out a hand and pinched his brother, giving a sincere comment, "in case his magic is not yet Conver Where's the Pixie Tall?"
Stinky and Shaved
Hogsmeade week in third grade is what Gwen looks forward to the most. Before school starts, she makes an appointment with Katie to go to Three Broomsticks for a hot butterbeer. She also promised Fred and George to go to the Joko Joke Shop to find inspiration for this year's new invention.
The Weasley twins were dragged from their bed by Gryffindor Quidditch captain Oliver Wood early Saturday morning. Even Katie was woken up by Wood on a broomstick knocking on the window from outside the tower.
Gwen squinted out the window, the pink pale gold sky was covered with a thin mist, and Wood's broom was louder than the loudest owl. Ginny opened her eyes too, and Gwen felt that the first-year girl, who was already a little nervous, was even more dazed.
"Oliver," Katie complained, "it's just dawn." "That's right," said the tall, stocky sixth grader, now with a feverish glow in his eyes, "this is Part of our new training program. Come on, get your broomstick." Wood said eagerly, "The other teams haven't started training yet, we're going to grab the first place this year..." Katie hugged her chest and gestured to her I was wearing my pajamas and needed to change into a team uniform. "Good man," said Wood, "in a quarter of an hour
