94 Diagon Alley

    A very large badge. Those badges were all printed with the same text, and the bright red letters shone in the dim light of the underground corridor, like they were on fire:

    Support Cedric Diggory - The True Warrior of Hogwarts

    "Like it, Potter?" Malfoy exclaimed to Harry. "They've got other tricks—look!"

    He pressed the badge **** his chest, the words on it disappeared, and then another line appeared, flashing green light: Potter stinky shit.

    Gwen wasn't in the mood to care about them, but she was a little surprised that Ron didn't show up this time. He was standing against the wall, with Dean and Seamus. Didn't laugh, but didn't come forward to support Harry either.

    "Want one, Granger?" said Malfoy, holding up a badge to Hermione, "I have a bunch. But be careful not to touch my hand. You Look, I just washed my hands and don't want the Mudblood to get them dirty."

    Harry seemed to have accumulated a lot of anger, and this time he took out his wand.

    "Hot and hot!" Harry yelled.

    "Incisor!" Malfoy screamed.

    The two wands shot beams of light at the same time, colliding in the air, refracting at an angle - Harry's beam hitting Goyle in the face, Malfoy's hitting Hermione. Goyle screamed loudly and covered his nose with his hands, one by one ugly boils were coming out of his nose-Hermione was nervously squeezing, tightly covering her mouth.

    "Hermione!"

    Ron stepped forward quickly to see what happened to Hermione. Gwen saw Ron pull Hermione's hand away from her face. It didn't look good. Hermione's front teeth - already larger than average - were growing at an astonishing rate.

    Gwen couldn't help it, and stood in front of them in three steps. He took out his wand and pointed it at Malfoy. "I warn you, brat. Professors aren't the only ones who use Transfiguration—do you want to be a ferret?"

    Malfoy's face was ugly. Gwen added fuel to the fire. "I noticed that you didn't apologize to Weasley, and all your nonsense baubles," she poked Malfoy's badge on his chest. "Potter stinks. Big shit" became "I love Potter - the youngest warrior at Hogwarts".

    Malfoy seemed to have seen something disgusting, and his face turned white with anger. Both stared into each other's eyes, and then, sooner or later, almost at the same time, both took action.

    "The front teeth race—!" he screamed.

    But Gwen moved a little faster, "Bubble slug!"

    Malfoy's mouth began to spit out pink bubbles, each with slugs swimming in mucus.

    "Be careful," Gwen said coldly. "Don't pop the bubble and let the slug get back down your throat."

    The Slytherin girls took a step back.

    "What's the noise here?" said a soft, annoying voice.

     Here comes Snape. The Slytherin students were chattering and scrambling to explain, and Snape pointed out Parkinson with a long yellowed finger and said, "You explain."

    "Potter attacked Malfoy, sir - Ollivander cast a curse on him!" The girl's voice was sharp like a fingernail across the blackboard.

    "We attacked each other at the same time!" Harry protested loudly.

    "Ha! Pink curse!" Gwen quipped.

    "—he hit Goyle—that mad woman made Malfoy—"

    Snape looked at Goyle carefully, and at this moment Goyle's face was quite appropriate in a book devoted to poisonous mushrooms. Malfoy was covering his mouth to keep the bubbles from showing, but that would have made him a mouthful of slugs.

    "Go to the hospital, Draco, Goyle," Snape said calmly.

    "Malfoy hit Hermione!" said Ron, "Look!"

    He forced Hermione to show Snape her teeth - she tried her best to cover them with her hands, but it wasn't easy because her front teeth were past her collar. Pansy Parkinson and the other Slytherin girls lowered their voices, giggled and bent over, pointing at Hermione behind Snape.

    Snape gave Hermione a cold look and said, "I don't see any difference."

    Hermione let out a whimper, her eyes filled with tears, she turned around and ran away, running down the corridor without a trace.

    "Let me think about it," he said, his voice particularly soft and greasy, "Fifty points from Gryffindor, one suspension each for Potter and Ollivander Labor." He suddenly paused, "No, Ollivander stayed at school to work for a whole week. This get out of class will start after class." Snape showed a very satisfied expression, "Now, come into the classroom. ." Then he glanced at Gwen, whose face was calm. "What are you doing standing here? Ollivander, fifth grade, let everyone see your vicious act of torturing underclassmen with a curse?"

    Gwen's already irritable mood was more serious, the professor finally caught himself a current - this time he did not let himself go - apparently to avenge the end of last semester.

    But the momentum can't be lost, Gwen thought, he has been punished anyway.

    "I'm leaving now, Professor." She tried to calm herself down, "But next time," she glanced at the arrogant Parkinson and the uninvolved Crabbe, "If Mr. Malfoy couldn't keep his mouth shut and used those dirty words to describe his classmates. I might even wash his mouth by accident." Run away fast.

    "X!" Gwen scolded as he ran, "I'm still suitable for giving people a sap behind my back - it's too hard to shout in person."

    So when George was looking for Gwen in the castle, she was caught by Snape after class with a gloomy face.

    That's fine, Gwen thought. Justifiably hide the twins for a week.

    Snape slammed the office door savagely, and demanded that Gwen disembowel a vat of long-horned toads, squeeze their bile out, and then sew up their belly well.

    "You're so creative, Professor." Gwen smirked and complimented. Then look around, "Is Harry not staying at school today?"

    Snape looked gloomier and let out a sneer. "If you're asking about the famous Potter who can't even finish Potions class well and has to take a photo." Then he added a bucket of toads to Gwen with his wand. "Sorry, he can't come. .I believe Miss Ollivander is willing to help her friend with the task."

    Gwen choked, she didn't want to.

    The Potions Professor will of course ignore any of her comments, he has already begun to correct Gryffindor's homework with a bitter expression.

    Gwen closed his mouth tightly, for fear that if he said one more word, there would be another toad in front of him. After a bucket of slimy guys with twisted and twisted threads stitched to their stomachs are alive and kicking again. The dean of Slytherin has already approved the homework.

    Gwen felt that Snape should be out of work, but he certainly wouldn't be kind enough to let himself go. Because he opened his mouth to speak yin and yang.

    "If Mr. Ollivander finishes his assignment and goes downstairs to find that his granddaughter is being sentenced to work at school." He clicked his tongue and shook his head, "How disappointing."

    Gwen was stunned, she didn't know that Garrick was at school today. But she thought of the task that Dumbledore gave Garrick during his vacation, and the rules of the Triwizard Tournament, and she probably guessed the same. Who could be more proficient at wands than old Ollivander? The task of checking wands for the Warriors before the game fell on him.

    In case Garrick wanted to see her at school - and his hands were covered in stinky bile - Merlin testified that she really didn't get punished a few times.

    But the momentum still can't be lost, Gwen thought, she can't finish the next bucket of toads anyway, and Professor Snape can't get off work.

    "My grandpa won't be disappointed," Gwen said sternly, "if he knew I taught a **** kid. He's in fourth grade and should know how bad Mudbloods are. word."

    Professor Snape was silent, the air in the cellar seemed to freeze suddenly.

    Gwen said more and more quickly: "Mr. Malfoy never realized that he had hurt others, so I let him taste the taste of hurt, which is good for him."

    "Your tactics are as ridiculous as your so-called justice," Snape closed the book with a snap, "don't think I don't know those little spells you cast on him last semester. Now. Get out, Ollivander."

    Gwen doesn't know how she got the potions professor, and she still has more than half of the task to complete.

    But she still took off the dragon leather gloves and cleaned the table. And honestly put the processed material under Snape's nose. Fei also rushed out of the office before the professor's storm.

    "Continue tomorrow night." Before the door closed, there was a deep grinding of teeth.

    "Okay, Professor." Gwen agreed sadly.

    George is now entangled with everyone who has contact with Gwen, and finally learned of the accident that happened in the afternoon from Ron's mouth.

    "You say she was fined a whole week by Snape?" George asked incredulously.

    Ron had just finished greeting Hermione, who had treated her front teeth, and blushed when he mentioned this. "She's so cool, she gave Malfoy a whole new spell - the Bubble Slug! That little white-faced mouth is full of pink soap bubbles and disgusting flesh worms."

    George was just about to say that she was great of course, but then he remembered his own business, "She's never been caught by Snape before!"

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