MTL - 94 Diagon Alley-Chapter 198 Festival

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The time to evacuate the Burrow was very tight. The Weasley family and their guests were ready to go in the evening when Dobby got the news. Gwen came with no luggage at all, she was using Ginny's stuff these days. The kind red-haired witch gave Gwen several pieces of her dress, and Mrs. Weasley could not wait to fill her with a big box of pies, until George reminded her that Gwen was going to the Hog's Head, which served drinks and food. give up.

"But you should bring your own cup," Ginny said. "Professor Flitwick reminded us before."

Gwen hurriedly took a clean glass from the cupboard.

"Give me a goodnight kiss every night, please." George took Gwen's face and squeezed her mouth out of shape.

Gwen was speechless and could only throw his left hand to show him the gleaming ruby ​​ring.

"Yeah, if one night I find that my ring isn't hot, I'll Apparate to Hogsmeade immediately." George threatened her viciously, "You know what I'm going to do Dry."

Gwen nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. Fred coughed hard beside them for a long time, and finally made the two who were inseparable notice the big family in the living room.

"Two door keys." Bill pointed to the old candlestick and bristle brush on the dining table, "to the Shell Cottage and Aunt Muriel's house. Thank goodness Gwen used to go to the Hog's Head."

"Yes, I Apparate myself." Gwen lifted his luggage.

Mad-Eye couldn't stand the farewell ceremony and urged everyone to leave quickly. So when the main force evacuated by touching the door keys, Gwen looked at the empty Burrow alone.

"Knox." With all the lights off, Gwen Apparated in the dim twilight to the bar at the Hog's Head.

Fortunately, the changes in the new regime appear to have affected Hogsmeade business as well. There wasn't a single customer at the Pig's Head Bar at this time.

The bar owner flashed sideways through a back door. He was still the same grumpy-looking old man as Gwen at the sixth-grade D.A. assembly, with a long pile of grey hair and a beard, tall and thin, and bright, sharp blue eyes.

He and Dumbledore look alike. Gwen didn't realise their brother's relationship until later.

"Hi, I'm Gwendelyn Ollivander." She greeted the boss with a smirk.

Unexpectedly, Aberforth didn't seem to be actively trying to offer Gwen a job, so he looked reluctant.

"Follow me." He waved and told Gwen to follow him to the second floor. The second floor of the pig's head bar is a hotel. The manager of the white beard opened a door and walked in first.

Gwen didn't speak again until Gwen had put away his luggage and looked at the room as dirty as the Weasleys' attic.

"You don't fit in here." He pointed to Gwen's neat outfit with his chin. "If you're going to work here well, you'll have to find a way to change it yourself."

Gwen thought about the customers who were covering their faces, and the dirt that had accumulated on the bar floor for centuries, and simply pulled a Ginny robe from the suitcase, He wrapped himself from head to toe, and deliberately made Mrs. Weasley's ironed cloth wrinkled and gray.

Perhaps Gwen's attitude pleased the old store manager, he went on to tell Gwen things like locking doors and windows at night, not chatting with guests, where is the butterbeer keg, and most importantly, her real work.

"I was expecting him to give me a stronger wizard." Aberforth stared at Gwen's tiny arms, blowing his beard, and staring.

"Actually, I'm pretty sturdy." Harry's assessment of her - Muggle shot putter - popped into Gwen's mind.

To Gwen, the Hog's Head Bar and the Screaming Shack are about as scary as they are now. Finally he led Gwen to a room at the end of the hallway on the second floor.

After entering the room, the old man's eyes turned to the portrait of the **** the mantelpiece, which was actually the only portrait in the room. He turned to the portrait and said, "We're ready." The girl in the blue dress holding the book smiled innocently and shyly, and with a flash, the portrait opened like a door, revealing a dark hole.

Aberforth hands Gwen a shovel. "I hope you're used to staying up late."

Gwen stared at the hole dumbfounded: "Dig it by hand? Mr. Dumbledore, we are wizards."

"Magic leaves a mark," said the tall, gray-bearded store manager. "And my customers here are mixed. So we have to dig at least ten meters before we can use magic."

Gwen looked suspiciously back at the portrait, the girl still responded with a pure smile. As if Gwen's questioning just now was rude and stupid.

So despite her suspicions, Gwen raised the shovel and dug down the secret passage.

"Where does this secret passage lead, sir?" Gwen, who was sweating for a while, couldn't help but ask another question.

"Somewhere at Hogwarts." Aberforth was much faster than she was, and the hundred-year-old was frighteningly energetic.

"Somewhere?" Gwen's suspicion resurfaced, "but Hogwarts has at least seven secret passages leading to the outside."

"In order to prepare for the worst, Hogwarts has to open a secret back door to the Order of the Phoenix." The old store manager stopped.

"What does this mean? Is the school unsafe?" Gwen looked into the wall with some concern.

Aberforth looked at the girl in front of him like a fool, "You don't think the mysterious man will let go of the best shortcut to control the wizarding world?"

Gwen's mouth couldn't close. In her impression, Voldemort and the school were inseparable. Snake-faced black wizard standing on the principal's podium to instill the idea of ​​pure blood to the students?

But on second thought, the mind control of children is an efficient and fundamental means.

"He left Snape, didn't he?" Aberforth spat out the dust from his mouth, "Try your head, how will the Death Eaters manage Hogg? Where's Watts? Sing Christmas carols to the kids?"

The hairs on the back of Gwen's neck are standing up, let alone the Death Eaters, and having her relive the one year Umbridge ruled the school was enough to make her sick all day . Thinking of this, Gwen raised his shovel and dug the wall harder than before.

"But how do we know the direction of the secret passage?" Gwen asked.

"The house-elf, Dobby," Aberforth pointed casually into the wall, "it's digging in the direction of Hogsmeade somewhere in the castle, we just need to listen Its command - but before that, let's dig through ten meters."

"Are you sure?" Gwen's mouth couldn't stop, "First of all, this is the second floor, we are not digging tunnels. Also, I have seen the exterior of this house, the walls It can't be that thick."

"Ask less questions and do more things." Aberforth, who looks very similar to the principal, obviously does not have such a good temper, "You just work. You will naturally have the answer at that time."

I felt like a Muggle, Gwen shook his head while rubbing his slightly sore upper arm, and could only continue digging diligently.

On the third night of moving to Diggory's mansion, although no clue about the location of the other Horcruxes, Harry, Hermione and Ron can now calmly analyze what to do destroyed them.

"About Horcruxes," said Hermione, "the more I read, the more terrifying I get, I can't believe he made six. The book warns that splitting souls will make Your soul has become unstable, and that's just making a Horcrux!"

Harry recalled that Dumbledore had said that Voldemort had gone beyond "general evil".

"Is there any way to make myself whole again?" Ron asked.

"Yes," Hermione said with a dry smile, "but it was excruciatingly painful."

"Why? How?" Harry asked.

"Confession," said Hermione, "must really feel what you've done. There's a note in the book that it seems like this kind of pain can destroy you. I don't think You-Know-Who's going to do that. do, what do you say?"

"Yes," Ron said before Harry, "then does the book say how to destroy Horcruxes?"

"Say," said Hermione, flipping through the crunchy old book in the small bag, as if examining rotting innards, "the book reminds the dark wizard that he must Let the spell on the Horcrux be very powerful. From what I've read, Harry's handling of Riddle's diary is one of the few surefire ways to destroy a Horcrux."

"What, stabbing it with basilisk fangs?" Harry asked.

"Ho, well, it's good we have so many basilisk fangs," said Ron, "and I'm worried about what to do with them."

"It doesn't have to be basilisk fangs," said Hermione patiently, "it has to be something so destructive that Horcruxes can never be repaired. There is only one basilisk fang. The antidote, that's extremely rare—"

"—Phoenix tears." Harry nodded.

"Exactly," said Hermione, "our problem is that there are very few things as destructive as basilisk fangs, and they are very dangerous to carry around. This problem must be solved, Because shredding a Horcrux or grinding it into powder won't work. You have to make it impossible to repair with magic."

"But even if we destroy what it inhabits," said Ron, "why can't the soul fragments in it escape and live there?