94 Diagon Alley

    P, I know what your little head is thinking. "

    Gwen is indeed going to pack this information and throw it over to Professor Snape.

    "You're right," Gwen took George's hand off and squeezed his face in retaliation, "now he's going to punish me for another week—'because you peeped Potions professor's office'. I don't want to spend time with slugs, leeches and cockroaches until Christmas, and I have to change my dress."

    Gwen then decided to delay happily until Mr. Weasley replied.

    "I have to tell Katie to find herself a dance partner Wood can accept." Gwen said cheerfully to George on the way back.

    "Why don't you call Colin?" George narrowed his eyes, as if planning something fun. "He has a good camera."

    Christmas Cookies

    Gwen put all her troubles behind her and devoted herself to remodeling her gown. Also bowing her head to please Katie, as she accuses Gwen of having "stealed her heart by a chirping red-haired magpie".

    Gwen admits that Katie describes George appropriately. Then they called Ginny together and started preparations a week in advance.

    "What is this?" Gwen asked, looking at the tub full of milk.

    Ginny said proudly: "Milk—the beauty formula for Muggles."

    "Drink it all?" Katie's jaw dropped.

    The third grade girl rolled her eyes, like her mischievous brothers. "It's bad enough if it's a joke, Katie. It's for a bath."

    Gwen took a deep breath of the mellow aroma of the milk, "It's hard for me to make sure I don't take a couple of sips while I'm taking a shower." Then she looked back at Ginny, "We're going to soak for a week. ?"

    The pretty girl with red hair nodded heavily: "I may not have a warrior as a dance partner, but I must be radiant at the dance."

    Gwen and Katie patted her apologetically on the shoulder, "If the two of us could be prefects, that lavish bathroom would be more convenient."

    Ginny smiled kindly: "Don't think too much, I never expected you to be selected."

    Gwen woke up early on Christmas Day. She hurriedly handed the presents to the house-elves, who helped to place them by her friends' beds. She also gave Dobby a new tea towel with a Gryffindor lion, and of course Winky had a clean white one too. It's all thanks to Hermione and her house-elf liberation front—though none of them think the elves really need it—but a simple gift is nothing.

    This year Gwen received a present from Mrs Weasley, a sweater knitted from coarse wool, yellow with a large, blue "G" on it. Ginny noticed it for the first time, covering her mouth and giggling. Gwen looked annoyed. "I think your mother sent George the wrong gift."

    "Oh?" She finally took her hand from her mouth, "I think that's right, put it on, Gwen." Then she slipped the sweater over Gwen's head.

    "Damn, why are you so strong!" Gwen's hair was blown into a flower by static electricity, "It's amazing, the sleeve length is just right."

    When Gwen appeared in the warm common room, she blushed when she saw the twins.

    Both Fred and George are wearing blue sweaters, one with a large, yellow "F" on it and the other with a large, yellow "G" on it.

    "Look at you." Fred pushed George next to Gwen. "What's the matter? We're triplets now?"

    George also hooked up with Gwen mischievously, "Don't be nervous, Gwen. Mom has always been grateful that you risked coming to the Burrow after the World Cup..."

    “…but I was of no help.”

    "It's not business between friends," Fred said resentfully. "Silly girl."

    George took Gwen's shoulder and turned around, appreciating Mrs. Weasley's craftsmanship carefully, "So I told my mother to knit her a sweater just like ours."

    "Obviously she added some different designs to the girl's style." Fred teased George with a smirk: "What is G? GwenGeorge"

    At this point Harry and Ron came down from the dormitory. Ron grinned behind his ears when he saw them all.

    "Mum actually added letters to Gwen's sweater - I thought she did it because she couldn't tell the two of you apart."

    Gwen was surrounded by happiness and shyness and didn't know what to do. She noticed that Harry's sweater was green with a dragon on it, nothing like her own. So I greeted them casually, and said to George, "I love it so much, George. But I never thought I'd get a present from Mrs Weasley—so I'll have to get her another one now." Go to the girls' dormitory.

    Ron has not retracted his grin, "Mum must like her very much, after all, Gwen's ability to choose gifts is incredible."

    "What did she give you this year?" George asked casually, pretending not to care.

    "Toadstools." Ron looked satisfied, "I'm going to find a frame for it - frame it."

    Gwen, who returned to the dormitory, rummaged through his luggage for a long time, and finally found a suitable gift. It was a small silver tea strainer, a delicate bird with a bulging belly and a thin silver chain tied to its tail. Gwen took out another card thanking Mrs Weasley and wishing her a happy holiday.

    In the afternoon, they came to the outside field. The snow is white, and hardly anyone has stepped on it, only a deep footprint made by Durmstrang and Beauxbaton's students when they returned to the castle. Hermione, Gwen and Ginny only wanted to watch Harry and the Weasley brothers have a snowball fight, but they refused to participate. At five o'clock, the girls said they were going back upstairs to get ready for the ball.

    "What, you need three hours?" Ron asked Hermione in disbelief. When he was so distracted, he was hit hard in the cheek by a big snowball thrown by George. "Who are you going with?" he shouted at Hermione's back, but Hermione just waved and stepped on the stone steps into the castle.

    No Christmas refreshments today because there is a feast at the dance. At seven o'clock, it was getting dark and it was not easy to aim at the target, so the others gave up the snowball fight and returned to the common room together. The Fat Lady was sitting in the frame with her friend Violet downstairs, both dazed and drunk, with several empty bonbon boxes tossed at the bottom of her portrait.

    "Bright light, yes, it is!" She listened to their command, giggled and turned away to let them in.

    The common room looks weird, the people inside are no longer blue and black robes, but wearing colorful robes.

    Katie is going to pick up her little dance partner from the boys' dorm after she's dressed up. "I have to save Colin," she said. "I don't trust his aesthetics at all—I have to help him. Get the camera into the venue."

    It was only two minutes after she left the house, she rolled her eyes and came back, "Miss Ollivander, you better hurry up. Your boyfriend is like a tall mushroom, growing to The stairs of the girls' dormitory are down."

    Gwen was struggling with her overly thick hair. She wanted to have a neat ponytail, but after hearing Katie's words, she simply gave up. , hurried downstairs.

    George, who was leaning on the marble stair railing, soon saw his partner.

    "Ah!" He exclaimed in surprise, "I didn't expect it to be this color."

    "To match you, sir." Gwen pulled up her skirt and saluted, then pointed her wand at George's bow tie, "Don't move, I'm not that proficient in Transfiguration." Twice, George's black bow tie changed color.

    "Thank you, charming lady." George stretched out his arm and let Gwen hold him, and the two walked slowly towards the auditorium.

    "I have to say, Jiang Hong and you are a natural match." After a while, the gentleman spoke up.

    Gwen flaunted her earlobes, "Look at this." Those were the moonstone earrings George had given her.

    "My eyesight is so good!" George smacked his lips complacently. He couldn't help but sneak a peek at Gwen.

    The girl was wearing a long silk dress, the color of her hair—perhaps a bit high-profile—but against Gwen’s snow-white skin, she looked warm and generous, as if the grass was full of flowers thorn safflower. Her arms are a little slender, but her shoulders are rounded. Soft and fluffy long chestnut hair was loosely held, and two silver-white shimmering earrings flickered with the shaking of the head.

    The only regret is that the dress is a bit conservative, George thought, almost wrapping from the neck to the ankle.

    Finally, at eight o'clock, the door of the auditorium opened to the boys and girls. After everyone was seated, Professor McGonagall called the Warriors and their dance partners to line up two by two and follow her in. They filed in and walked towards the big round table in front of the auditorium where the judges were sitting, and the people in the auditorium applauded enthusiastically.

    The walls of the auditorium were covered with gleaming silver frost, the ceiling was a starry night sky, and hundreds of garlands of mistletoe sprigs and ivy hung. The four academy tables were gone, replaced by a hundred small lantern-lit tables, with a dozen or so people seated at each table.

    Harry's dance partner Parvati seemed happy. She smiled brightly at everyone and led Harry forward. The boy was like a circus dog, led by her to perform tricks.

    Hermione