MTL - 94 Diagon Alley-Chapter 9 Festival

Merry Christmas! Salute to every innocent Hogwarts mouse you've ever entered.

Your loyal George and Fred. "

Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone (Part 1)

Gwen returned the day before school started. But in the weeks following her return to school she barely saw Katie and the Weasley twins, as Quidditch training resumed. Katie complained after staying up late to copy her homework that Wood was becoming a training freak, and even in the rainy days that followed the snow, his energy didn't cool.

A few nights later, Gwen was stunned to see George who was still spitting mud. Pointing at the humanoid mud monster, she asked Fred, "What's wrong with our friend?"

"Snape will be the referee next time." Fred whimpered in desperation, throwing the rain off his body.

"Okay, which leg you want to break, I can help." Gwen raised his wand earnestly, "Or you really have the guts of Gryffindor to go to such a match. "

George made himself a pot of tea, drank a large cup and asked, "I thought you liked Snape quite a bit, but you don't usually speak ill of him."

Gwen filled them up with some more hot tea, "That's because I hardly ever make a sound in Potions class, and his venom doesn't get sprayed on my head. And I gotta say, Professor Snape's swearing is as good as art. But let him be the referee, Merlin, Gryffindor may not touch the ball, and I don't need to remind you, the team happens to have a Seeker named Harry Potter. ."

The Weasley twins looked even more desperate, slumped on the sofa in front of the lounge fireplace. Gwen felt that they were a little pitiful, and took the homework and scribbled a few scribbles.

"You are a great witch," Fred toasted. George clinks glasses with him in agreement.

"Everyone's been so busy lately, Ron and Hermione went to the library right after class" Gwen seemed to be full of words to say, "I think they have some secret plan. Especially I reminded them not to go to the restricted area on the fourth floor, and Ron looked like he was caught on the spot."

"Trust me, Gwen. He has grown up with arms and legs at the Weasleys over the years, and he won't have any major problems at Hogwarts." George said The sound became smaller and smaller, and Fred simply snored.

The twins woke up the next morning in front of the still-warm fireplace to find a thick blanket and a note folded into a toad: "My news is not yet Halfway through the story, the great Weasley brothers passed out. As punishment, I didn't wake them up and let them sleep in the lounge with a head of mud. G.O."

There are also two papers on the history of magic written in different fonts on the coffee table.

By the time the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff Quidditch match arrived, Gwen was in the front row early. Ron and Hermione were sitting next to her, and Gwen didn't understand why they seemed so heavy and worried. These first graders didn't even bring the bed sheet banners from last time. Gwen, who was holding the support scarf, felt that he couldn't be ashamed of himself, and he would turn Ron's gloves into a lion's head to cheer Harry on.

The transformed lion head was not very successful, and Ron suddenly let out a groan. Someone poked Ron in the back of the head, it was Malfoy.

"Oh, sorry, Weasley, didn't see you there." Malfoy grinned at Crabbe and Goyle. "I wonder how long Potter's going to be on his broomstick this time. How about you, Weasley?"

Harry then circled the arena like an eagle, looking for the Snitch. Even Gwen couldn't help but praise him for being handsome.

Malfoy was as angry as a meerkat whose tail had been stomped on, and said loudly to his valet, "Do you know how the Gryffindor team chooses their players? They choose those they feel pitiful. People. Like Potter, who has no father and mother, and the Weasleys, who have no money—you should be on the team, Neville Longbottom, because you have no brains." Ron moved quickly. Before Malfoy understood what was going on, Ron jumped on top of him. throw him to the ground. Neville hesitated, then rolled over from the seat back to help.

Gwen was anxious about George hitting the Bludger in Snape's ear a second ago, for fear that the professor would tear his ear out. The next second, he looked at the boys who were rolling in a ball, and couldn't help shouting: "Damn, these two first-year Slytherins are strong enough to eat a cow, how dare you! How dare you fight three against two! "

Hermione was rushing to the stand railing to scream for Harry, it seemed that the Snitch had appeared, and the game was fierce. Gwen looked around and nobody noticed, kicked Goyle and Crabbe in the ass. At the same time, he cursed in Malfoy's ear: "This is the young master of the Malfoy family. He has a beautiful face and said that others have no brains. Why did your mother forget to bring up the upbringing of the Malfoy family when she sent you candy every day? Send them together. Without your two troll sidekicks, Neville could beat you a dozen times today."

Malfoy was entangled with Ron, and he was even more angry when he heard this, but he didn't know this second-year Gryffindor mad woman, so he slapped Ron with a puff of air Two streaks of blood flowed out of his nose. Gwen looked furious, "How dare you beat our little brother!" He kicked Malfoy's **** again.

At this time, Harry suddenly made a beautiful dive, causing the audience to exclaim and cheer. He raised his arm triumphantly, and the Snitch was gripped tightly in his hand. The stands boiled, a new record was set, and Gryffindor won.

Gwen quickly grabbed Neville, who was still on top of Goyle and Crab Taishan, called Hermione and Ron, and ran down before Malfoy, who was still stunned after being kicked, returned to his senses Stands, rushed to the stadium.

"Nice job, Harry." Gwen said to the excited Harry after congratulating Katie.

"Beautiful kick, Gwen." George passed by and said something lightly. "Malfoy's custom robe with your footprints."

"I'll happily eat three more bowls of rice for this, George." Gwen readily accepted the compliment.

Fred on the side was still wondering how Ron broke his nose and bled.

Even though Hogwarts was the best school of wizardry, Gwen lost half of his life after one final exam. She slept almost all day and night, and after Katie asked her by her bedside for the third time if she wanted to go to dinner, Gwen finally moved her eyelids and muttered not to eat.

I don't know how long it took, Gwen, who finally woke up, was sitting in the lounge with his eyes straight and blowing the wind. The weather has been a little hot recently. The students went to bed one by one, and the number of people in the common room gradually dwindled. The Weasley twins approached, shoulder to shoulder.

"Look there, Miss Ollivander is awake, we thought you were going to starve yourself to death." Fred whistled.

George took out a sandwich and handed it to Gwen, "Hurry up and eat silly girl, maybe you can catch the last train of our expedition."

Gwen's brain hadn't fully thawed yet, so he took the sandwich and asked dryly, "Where are you going to explore?"

Fred walked in circles in a hurry, "Of course, go to Hogsmeade, go to the village at night, maybe even mix in three brooms and drink a glass of butterbeer."

Gwen was suddenly rational as if caught from a dream, "But today is not the weekend, I can't take the train..."

"We certainly have our own little ways." George winked at his brother.

"I'll be in Hogsmeade in a few months, no need..."

"Don't be stupid, Gwen! Did the exam take your cleverness with you?" Fred said impatiently, "We just came back from there two weeks ago, and this time we brought you here on purpose. See the world."

George quickly diverted his attention, "We think it is necessary, or rather exciting, for you to have some information that others don't know before you legally go to Hogsmeade."

Gwen thought for two seconds before swallowing the sandwich in his hand, "I'm going to change clothes, you'd better go back and pretend to sleep first, see you in half an hour!"

Half an hour later they failed to complete the night tour of Hogsmeade, because Gwen picked up a petrified Neville in the Gryffindor common room. Or that she actually tripped over the poor boy who fell to the ground like a stone, and was lying on the carpet, covering her mouth and not daring to scream.

When George picked her up, Fred was studying who the boy in the pajama was with his legs upright on the ground.

"Merlin, we went up for half an hour, half an hour! Someone was cast a full-body binding spell in the Gryffindor lounge."

Fred and George struggled for a while before deciding they couldn't run away, or they thought Neville was more interesting than Hogsmeade now.

"Stop the spell." Gwen unwrapped Neville.

It took the boy five full minutes to get up from the ground, "Harry, Ron and Hermione - they're out again!"

"Then this must be Hermione's handwriting, a beautiful spell." Gwen did not forget to praise the first-year witch. He turned his head and asked the twins for their opinion as if Neville didn't exist. "Gentlemen of mischief, shall we continue with the previous arrangement, or shall we arrest these daring students?"

Fred and George looked at each other nervously, Gwen felt as if they knew something they didn't know, and after a tortured silence, George finally said reluctantly: " I'm afraid neither. I hate to say it, Gwen, but we might have to go to the professor."

Fred also explained awkwardly: "You know, recently you are addicted to reviewing