94 Diagon Alley

    A very nice environment. "

    "That's because you don't know what's good about it, but we think Harry likes it." The twins smiled and opened the curtains. Suddenly, the London sunshine outside the window came in, and Gwen was shaken so hard that he couldn't open his eyes, and then he was smeared by a group of buzzing foxes.

    "For Merlin's sake, can't you give your mischief talents a vacation!" Gwen said angrily, quickly used a Freezing Charm, and Fred and George grabbed the frozen foxes one by one and stuffed them into the bag like nothing else.

    "Excellent, this house provides us with a lot of raw materials." Fred said contentedly, and then he smiled slyly, "Man, I really want to see the walls live inside what."

    "I will too," George took two steps towards the wall, reluctantly.

    Before Gwen could stop them, a bullfrog-like hoarse, raspy voice came in from outside the door.

    "Stop it. Weird little scumbag, ruining my mistress's house. Oh, my poor mistress, if she knew, if she knew what kind of scum they got into her what would she say to old Kreacher. Oh, what a shame, mudbloods, werewolves, liars and thieves, poor old Kreacher, what can he do?"

    "Hello, Kreacher," Fred said loudly, slamming the door shut.

    The house-elf froze for a moment, no longer muttering words, but made a very obvious but very suspicious look of surprise.

    "Kreacher didn't see the young master just now," he said, turning and bowing to Fred. With his face still on the carpet, he said in a voice that others could hear, "It's the nasty little brat of the old scum."

    "Excuse me?" George said, "I didn't catch that last sentence."

    "Kreacher didn't say anything," said the elf, bowing again to George, and said in a soft but clear voice, "this is his twin brother, a To the quirky little brat."

    "So," Gwen looked a little surprised at the elf in front of him--forgive she's never seen such a sloppy guy--the elf at Hogwarts are all pure white, But it, except for a dirty rag around the waist, looks like a loincloth used by men in tropical countries to cover their bodies. It looked very old, and it seemed to have several times more skin than its body actually needed, and though its head was as bald as all house-elves, there were a lot of white hairs growing out of its two big bat-like ears. The eyes were bloodshot, watery and gray, and the fleshy nose was huge, almost like a pig's nose. "This is Kreacher? An angel sent by Mother Sirius?" Gwen recalled how Ron described it not long ago.

    "That's right," said George, holding back his laughter and disgust, "it's exactly like Mrs. Black, more like her own son than Sirius."

    "...to spoil the noble Black House, if my mistress knew, oh, how sad she would cry. Here's a new girl, and Kreacher doesn't know her name What is she doing here? Kreacher doesn't know?"

    "Kreacher, this is Gwendline Ollivander," Fred introduced, then whispered to Gwen, "Let's hear what nickname it'll give you, I Guess it's pure blood scum too."

    "But I'm not pure blood," Gwen explained earnestly, "Garrick's mother was Muggle-born."

    Surprisingly, the eccentric elf just raised his light-colored eyes to glance at Gwen, bowed perfunctorily, and then stood without a word. In place, staring at the twins forbids them to do anything to damage "its dear mistress's house".

    "What is this?" Gwen asked George, "I don't even deserve a nickname? It just ignores me."

    The twins also looked a little shocked. "Okay, Gwen, this is Kreacher's most polite time in two weeks. I'd rather he ignored us."

    Under the supervision of the home care elves, the three of them could only clean the room on the fourth floor honestly, and Gwen was also dragged to sort out the mail order of the Weasley joke shop.

    When she was drowning in the dazzling array of merchandise and snowflake orders, Gwen couldn't help but regret that she had agreed to the principal's invitation.

    "I wish I hadn't come." She said to her boyfriend with a sad face, "You are using me as a coolie."

    Fred fooled her with the packaging, "You can enjoy all Weasley's joke merchandise for free for life, know that another person who has this treatment is-"

    "Who?" Gwen asked exaggeratedly, sticking out her ears, she guessed it might be the mysterious patron.

    "It's George." Fred said firmly.

    Disappointed Gwen looked at George, "Can't I use your inventions for free for life if I don't work for you?"

    George was in a cold sweat, and an eye knife flew at his brother, "Stop joking, Gwen. Didn't you help me out of love?"

    "I'd rather play wizard chess with Kreacher than stay in the same room with you guys!" said Fred angrily.

    Two eyes watched him go out eagerly. However, halfway through, Fred suddenly turned back.

    "Guess what?" He showed his cynical look again, "I don't intend to make it easier for you." Then he sat down and continued to pack while whistling.

    On the weekend of the third week of summer vacation, an unexpected person appeared at the dinner table at 12 Grimmauld Place.

    "Cedric!" Hermione screamed in horror as soon as she entered the restaurant.

    "Hello." The handsome Hufflepuff wizard touched his nose shyly, Mad-Eye sat on his left, and his senior, Tonks, on his right.

    Several Gryffindors immediately gathered around the dining table, chatting with each other.

    "Are you all right? Are you all back?"

    "Do you remember what happened?"

    "Why are you here?"

    "Honey, would you like stew or beef?"

    The last sentence was apparently asked by Mrs. Weasley, who also thoughtfully drove away a group of children, "Take your seats."

    After the hot scene calmed down a little, Diggory explained it to everyone.

    "Thanks to Madam Pomfrey, I'm much better." His eyes looked very dark, "I also remember what happened that night, if it wasn't for Harry, I might have died. ."

    The students at the table sank and felt a little chilled when they heard the words.

    Seeing this, Cedric hurriedly continued, "Professor Moody helped me a lot, he found several ways to deal with the damage of the spell. Fortunately, after graduation, Dumbledore Headmaster Lido invited me to join the Order of the Phoenix, and I got a job at the Ministry of Magic."

    "He's a trainee Auror!" Tonks said cheerfully. Today, her hair is also violet, and she looks in a good mood.

    Ron opened his mouth, "Cool!"

    Digory was a little embarrassed, "Oh, I wanted to devote myself to the work of the Order of the Phoenix. You know, after going through that, I had to fight You-Know-Who. And The Ministry of Magic..." He was vague, but everyone understood what he meant. "It was the Headmaster who convinced me. After all, if the Ministry of Magic was filled with people like... then our odds would be even lower. And Professor Moody is willing to do My mentor, training some Auror skills."

    "Nice lad." Mad-Eye said in a gruff guttural voice, "Combat ability, stealth and tracking scores will also be good, at least much better than Nymphadora."

    "Don't call me Nymphadora!" Tonks' hair turned red, "Although I am always clumsy."

    Lupin from the far side of the table let out a snort, and Gwen felt him snickering behind the bowl.

    "Cedric is great." After dinner, Ron revealed the admiration that had surfaced when he talked about Krum, "He is a full member of the Order of the Phoenix and a trainee Auror. . I bet he'll pass the test, after all he and Harry are Triwizard champions."

    "You're not bad, Ronald." Hermione comforted him solemnly, "We should all join the Order of the Phoenix after graduation, of course, provided you pass the N.E.W.T."

    "Don't talk nonsense," Ron blew his nose and stared, "but no one ever told me to join the Order of the Phoenix to see results!"

    Ginny sat on the other side of the sofa, "Then you can look at the group of people who meet every day, Aurors, professors, and Bill, who has twelve O.W.L.s."

    Ron looked a little frustrated, when the window was snapped, and it was a familiar snowy owl, Hedwig. The beautiful owl flew straight towards Ron, and the red-haired boy opened the letter as if he was facing an enemy, and was miserable.

    "My conscience is reproached," he said, "Harry's not doing well at all—he says he's rummaging through Muggle newspapers in the trash to get a little bit about You-Know-Who And I can't tell him anything, not even write often. Dumbledore didn't want too many owls flying around the square, thinking that would look suspicious."

    Seeing that Ron did not intend to reply, Hedwig looked at him reproachfully with big round amber eyes. Then he pecked Ron's hand so fiercely that he jumped up with a groan in pain. Hedwig saw that he was about to run, and the whole room chased and pecked at him.

    I was running into Dumbledore, who came to a meeting, and Snape, who was holding a long parchment report. The gloomy-looking Slytherin head restrained Hedwig unceremoniously, followed by