94 Diagon Alley

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    Ginny didn't get back to the dorm an hour later, Gwen was lying on the bed doing her Potions class homework, with reference books stacked high beside her.

    "You shouldn't have left us." Ginny said shyly.

    "It's weird, I thought you guys should be back in ten minutes." Gwen didn't feel guilty at all, but joked.

    "We chatted for a while," Ginny said. "Harry's head is full of boredom and he needs relief."

    "I'm so glad he's willing to chat with you," Gwen said. "Harry's been a bit stricter lately since I threatened him to tell Sirius last time."

    That night, Gwen handed in his Potions paper, and after seeing Snape's disdain mocking, he sat relaxed in front of the Gryffindor fireplace. She is discussing with the twins how to improve the telescopic ears.

    "This thing has a meat rope," Gwen said. "Only eavesdropping at its length."

    "What are you going to do?" George asked.

    "I don't know the exact method yet, what if we can get the rope off?" Gwen tried to speak to one end of the telescopic ear, and Fred, who was holding the other end, was shocked. Cover your ears. "Think about it, if these were two ears, one on George's hand and one on mine. Even if he wasn't at Hogwarts, we could talk to the ears—"

    "Why am I not at Hogwarts!" George exclaimed, and Gwen gave him a strange look, feeling that her boyfriend's reaction was too much.

    "But that's only for eavesdropping," Fred said. "Not for talking."

    Gwen didn't think it was difficult, "If you can hear one voice, you can hear two voices. It's just that you didn't want to do this before."

    Fred and George were so intrigued by the idea that they decided to try it out right away—making the retractable ear a two-way communication tool.

    While several people were discussing which spell or magic to use, Gwen was scorched by the sparks from the fireplace to the corner of his robe.

    "Ouch," she called, looking at the hole in her robe, "we're sitting too close to the fireplace." As she looked at the fire in the fireplace, she always felt that the fireplace was burning very well today. Prosperous.

    Then Gwen covered his mouth and looked around vigilantly. Fortunately, except for the three of them, there were only two or three people in the common room.

    "Hi." Gwen whispered into the fireplace, "Why are you here?"

    The twins understood and pulled the chairs tighter so that no one could see the fireplace.

    The head of Sirius poked out of the fire, and his long black hair fell around his smiling face. .

    "I'm waiting for Harry, I come every hour to see," he said.

    "I was about to cry," Gwen said, but her expression told everyone she thought it was hilarious. "What if you're seen? You're not allowed..." She shut her mouth and instinctively told her that it's better to say a few words less.

    "Just a few seconds to see if it's safe here." Sirius said, "It's good you're here."

    "I gotta say it, man." Fred didn't feel anything wrong with calling Harry's godfather brother. "It's too risky."

    "You talk like Molly," Sirius said, and Fred fell wounded, clutching his chest, on his brother's shoulders.

    "This is the only way I can come and answer Harry's letter, without using a cipher—a cipher that can be deciphered."

    "Stop sitting here, gentlemen." Gwen patted the inseparable twins, "I'll deal with those three girls." She pointed to the distance A few Gryffindor girls chatting, "When they're gone, you can call Harry down from the boys' dormitory."

    "And," Sirius whispered to Gwen, "maybe Hermione."

    Of course, Gwen thought, she would inform Miss Granger that those two boys needed a smart and learned brain.

    Senior Inquisitor and Dumbledore's Army

    The next morning, at the dining table in the Great Hall, Hermione opened the Daily Prophet as usual, and took a sharp breath.

    She unfolded the newspaper, revealing a large picture of Umbridge. She was all smiles and winked at them, with the headline: Ministry of Magic seeks educational reform, Dolores Umbridge named first senior investigator.

    "Umbridge—Senior Inquisitor?" said Harry, frowning, and the half-eaten slice of bread slipped from his fingers.

    Hermione read aloud: "During a temporary operation last night, the Ministry of Magic passed a new decree that gives it an unprecedented degree of control over Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." She finished word for word from the Ministry of Magic's advice delivered by Percy Weasley, looking at Harry and Ron across the table.

    "Now we finally know how we got a Umbridge! Fudge sent her to us with this 'education order'! Now Fudge gives her the power to check other teachers!" Hermione was breathing hard, her eyes sparkling. "I can't believe it. This is shameless!"

    Fred and George's forks screeched across the plate, and Gwen had to reassure the twins, trying to come up with a piece of evidence that Percy wasn't the mouthful of the Daily Prophet big fool.

    But Ron had a mischievous smile on his face.

    "What's the matter?" Harry and Hermione asked at the same time, staring at him.

    "Oh, I can't wait to see Professor McGonagall examined," said Ron happily. "Umbridge wouldn't know what it was if he was beaten."

    At dinner time, the Gryffindors met again at the long dining table.

    "Needless to say, if I got an O, I'd be so excited—" Hermione said.

    Ron said sharply, "If you want to know what we got, just ask."

    "I don't—I didn't mean that—but if you'll tell me..."

    "I got a P," said Ron, scooping the soup into his bowl, "are you happy?"

    "Well, there's nothing to be ashamed of," said Fred, who had just come to the table with George and Gwen, and sat on Harry's right, "a healthy and spirited P, there is nothing wrong."

    "But," said Hermione, "isn't the P for?"

    "Poor," said George, "but still better than D, isn't it? 'It sucks'? "

    Harry coughed as if choking on the roll. Gwen looked at him suspiciously.

    "Have your classes been checked?" Fred asked them.

    "No." Hermione said immediately, "How about you?"

    "Just now, before dinner," George said, "is a spell class."

    "How is it?" Harry and Hermione asked at the same time.

    Fred shrugged. "Not bad. Umbridge just huddled in the corner and kept taking notes on the clipboard. You know Flitwick's temper, he treated Umbridge as a guest and didn't seem to care about it at all. On the mind. Umbridge didn't say much. Asked Arya a few questions to find out what the usual class was like. Arya replied that the class was very good, that's all."

    "I don't think Flitwick's scores are low," George said. "He always makes everyone pass."

    Gwen dipped the whole roll in the soup and shoved it into his mouth, "Umbridge went to Potions Enhancement today - needless to say, it was a disaster. "

    Several people at the table pricked up their ears.

    Gwen put down her knife and fork and sat up straight, "She also asked the students a few questions, I first said with good conscience that Professor Snape is knowledgeable and has a high level of potions. And then said conscientiously that his class was very interesting - and then he glared at me like I was really offensive to him by saying that the Potions class was interesting!"

    "Yeah—" Ron giggled, "Let Snape play games with us? That might be harder than having Harry as his godson..."

    "Hey!" Harry felt that he and Sirius were the ones offended.

    "And guess what?" Gwen held her mouth to keep herself from laughing, then squeezed her throat and said, "Umbridge asked a few questions.' Defence Against the Dark Arts class position', 'But you didn't make it?'"

    The faces of several people who heard this showed complicated expressions, "She really dares..." "I actually want to laugh..." "This is so impolite..."

    "I urge you to put away these thoughts." Gwen stole a small snack from George's plate, "because Michael Corner and Zacharias Smith were quick to Snickering was slapped on the head by Snape with thick textbooks."

    Ron and Harry seemed to remember something and touched the back of their heads. Only George made a fuss: "You went to class with those two guys?"

    Gwen was a little puzzled, "I still have a class with Qiu? There are only a dozen people in this class."

    George looked very upset and dragged Gwen away after dinner. According to Fred, half an hour later, he saw two people with swollen mouths like pigs in a secret passage.

    "Come on, you two!" Fred angrily slammed against the wall, "Today we're going to study stretchable ears—George and I still have three or four quick-acting escaping candies to try out!"

    Gwen wiped his face indiscriminately and secretly twisted George's waist. Then he walked out of the secret room with the notebook in his hand - "Three kisses to your boyfriend" was written on the notebook today in small, rounded letters of George.

    "I originally wanted to use a transformation spell," Gwen tapped the fleshy ear with his wand, "Although it is an N.E.W.T level spell,