94 Diagon Alley

    Like a loach, she slipped out and disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

    She put the hat on her robe over her head, took off her gold-red scarf, and stooped to the Slytherin stand. After some hesitation, Gwen gave up on casting a silencer spell on the entire cheerleading squad. On the one hand, Gwen wasn't sure he had the strength to shut up a dozen wizards. On the other hand, no one has the right to stop the cheerleading team. This annoys Gwen very much, because once she stops the nasty song, she'll lose out in the fight. So, until the Gryffindors came up with a more imposing way to cheer, her only option was to teach Malfoy a lesson.

    "Barking and barking. Barking barking." Gwen threw several not-so-terrible curses and hit Pansy under the cover of the seat.

    After a while, Pansy, who was scratching her head and directing the chorus, suddenly opened her mouth and used a voice that could overpower her singing, "Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo".

    "—It seems that the Slytherin cheerleaders have had a little accident, or they are going to use dogs to cheer for their own team-" Lee Jordan deliberately paused the commentary to enjoy Pansy's singing .

    "Jordan!" shouted Professor McGonagall.

    "Just kidding, Professor, add a little spice - Spinnett got the Quaffle, passed back to Katie Bell, and scored! Gryffindor scores! Forty to ten , Slytherin leads forty to ten. Good job, Katie! Hell, how do all the Quidditch girls in Gryffindor have boyfriends…”

    When Gwen slipped back into the Gryffindor stands, Hermione pretended not to see, sat up quietly, and let Gwen sit back in her seat. Pansy wasn't yelling like a mad poodle anymore, and Ginny surreptitiously told Gwen that Professor Snape had just cast her a spell and glared at the Gryffindor auditorium.

    They didn't have time to gossip any more, as Harry seemed to have noticed something and swooped over the pitch on the Slytherin end. In an instant, Malfoy rushed out from Harry's left, and a silver and green light and shadow lay on the broom. The Snitch flew around the pedestal of the goal circle and flew to the other side of the stand, a turn that worked in Malfoy's favor, as he got closer.

    Harry turned the Firebolt|arrow and he and Malfoy were now neck and neck. A few feet off the ground, Harry let go of the broom handle with his right hand and charged at the Snitch, causing Ginny to exclaim. To his right, Malfoy's arm also stretched out, reaching for it. It was all over in a moment when the wind whistled - Harry's fingers gripped the tiny, struggling golden ball - Malfoy's nails gripped desperately at the back of Harry's hand - Harry swung his broom into the air He got up, holding the struggling ball in his hand.

    The game was over, and the red audience erupted with earth-shattering cheers and screams.

    Gwen bypassed the hugging students to go to the court to find George and Fred, their final year at Hogwarts, and she wanted to celebrate with them.

    Gwen arrived when he heard a sarcastic voice.

    "Saved Weasley's life, didn't it?" he said to Harry, "I've never seen such a stinky goalie, but he was born in a dumpster...you like me lyrics, Potter?"

    Gwen found the red-haired twins and gave them a high five.

    "We want to write a few more lines!" Malfoy exclaimed, Katie and Arya hugging Harry, "but fat and ugly don't rhyme - we want to sing His mother—"

    Gwen groaned badly, but Fred and George had heard what Malfoy was saying. The brothers, who were shaking hands with Harry, froze, looking back at Malfoy. "Ignore him," Angelina said hurriedly, taking Fred's arm. "Ignore him, Fred, let him shout, he's just jealous, this unbred little—"

    Gwen grabbed George by one arm.

    "—but you like the Weasleys, don't you, Potter?" Malfoy sneered, "still on vacation there, don't you? I don't know how you can stand the stench, but I think you were raised by Muggles, and the Weasleys' den smells good—"

    Harry grabbed George's other arm, Angelina, Arya, and Katie dragged Fred, Malfoy laughed wildly. Harry turned to Mrs. Hooch, but she was still berating Crabbe for foul shots.

    "It could be," Malfoy said, squinting his eyes as he stepped back, "you remember the smell of your mother's house, and the Weasleys' pigsty reminds you of—"

    Gwen didn't realize she had let go of George, only that George and Harry swooped down on Malfoy a second later. They completely forgot that all the teachers were watching and just wanted Malfoy to hurt as much as possible. He didn't have time to draw his wand, so he swung his fist around the Snitch and punched Malfoy in the stomach with all his strength.

    "George! Stop!"

    "Harry! Harry! George! Stop!"

    The screams of the girls, the screams of Malfoy, the curse of George, the whistles and the shouting of the people around, until someone stopped drinking: "There are many obstacles!" The kids were knocked back before they stopped beating every inch of Malfoy's body within his reach.

    "What are you doing?" cried Mrs. Hooch, and Harry jumped up. It was she who hit him with the Obstruction Charm. She held a whistle in one hand and a wand in the other, her broom lying a few feet away. Malfoy crouched on the ground groaning, blood dripping from his nose. George's lips were swollen, Fred was still being wriggled by the three Chasers, and Crabbe laughed in the back. "I've never seen this kind of behavior—go back to the castle, you two, go straight to the dean's office! Go!"

    Harry and George left the field, both panting and not saying a word. Gwen looked at her boyfriend, then looked at Malfoy who was screaming on the ground in disgust, thought and thought, and followed George through gritted teeth. She was leaning against the wall outside Professor McGonagall's office, thinking about ten thousand tricks that would cost Malfoy.

    "Cough cough." Another disgusting voice, "What are you doing outside the Dean's office? Eavesdropping?" Dolores Umbridge stood in the doorway, wrapped in A green tweed cape that makes her more like a giant toad/toad. She had that disgusting, sinister smile on her face.

    Gwen swallowed the nausea and tried to give herself a decent smile, "I'm waiting here for my friends, Professor. They've just been unfairly insulted and abused. —"

    "—that's not necessarily." She waved impatiently, "I have the ability to judge the truth of the matter. Now, Miss Ollivander, go back to your rest before I put you in confinement. Room. Students should not wander the hallways, especially if they may be eavesdropping on classified information related to the Ministry of Magic."

    Gwen felt like a fire was coming out of his head and his stomach was stuffed with rough straw. Under the watchful eye of the old witch, he stomped his feet and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

    Five minutes later, she saw two dejected wizards coming out of the office, and hurried up to ask about the situation.

    "Ban?" Gwen's voice said hollowly. "Lifetime ban? Including Fred? Umbridge's decision?" Then she opened her mouth a few times and said a word not out.

    Fred, who came out of nowhere, was frustrated and angry when he learned the news, "It's not my fault that I didn't do it," Fred's face was very ugly, "If three girls If you don't stop me, I'm going to mash that little beast."

    Gwen had to look apologetically at Harry and Fred, then pulled George hard, not allowing him to go back to the common room. And I hope Angelina can comfort Fred for the sake of winning today's game.

    George, who lost his soul, was taken to the old place by Gwen, the small windowsill next to the principal's room on the eighth floor.

    "What are you thinking, George." Gwen asked cautiously.

    George shook his head, silent, and sat directly on the cold ground.

    Gwen squatted down and tilted his head to look at George, as if he was no longer angry, but regretted instead. Thankfully, George doesn't blame himself for beating up a bad boy. So she sat next to George, wrapping her arms around the boy's broad shoulders and burying his head in her chest. Gently pat him on the back.

    "Everything will be fine, George."

    After a while, George sighed deeply.

    "It shouldn't be," he said in a hoarse voice.

    "What did you say? Honey." Gwen let go of him, cupped his face with both hands, and touched the corner of the boy's swollen mouth with cold fingers.

    "I said, hiss—it shouldn't be like this, it's not right." The brilliance in George's eyes suddenly returned, and he seemed to have suddenly figured out something.

    "I understand, it's all Malfoy's fault and he shouldn't insult..."

    "Forget about that idiot, since I've beaten him enough, he will be killed by his own stupidity and pretentiousness." George buried his head in Gwen's neck again , "The root of the problem is that pink toad, she has provoked the wrong person."

    Gwen stroked George's soft red hair, "I should let you know that no matter what you decide to do with her, I will support you."

    As for Malfoy. Gwen thought, he couldn't let him go easily. She had to think of a way not to be caught, and let Master Malfoy understand the truth of being a man again.

    "This is your method?" Fred and George asked, looking at Gwen with a broom in front of him.

    "I think that's fair enough," Gwen said. "Fred, you're about to have 'she's dreaming' on your eyebrows."

     "Because I remember