94 Diagon Alley

Think we know who stole the potion ingredients. The house-elves at Hogwarts saw Professor Moody sneak into your office in the middle of the night a few weeks ago. "

Snape didn't take it seriously, perhaps because Moody's had admitted in previous conversations that he was watching Snape closely.

George pressed Gwen's hand again, "another elf, it's called Winky. Although she saw the thief, it refused to give any information - because it involved its owner. It The previous owners were the Crouchs."

Now Snape pondered for a moment, and then he sneered and sarcastically: "You think I'll believe your nonsense? Especially with Potter's broken map in your hands, and the Triwizard Tournament. clues to the race?"

Gwen suddenly realized that George didn't want Harry and the Marauder's Map to fall into Snape's hands, so he didn't let himself speak first. Although Barty Crouch on the map is the most favorable evidence.

So she had to tell her guess: "I know it's weird, professor, especially when I'm accusing another professor. But I think Moody is really suspicious. He's in class He used Imperius to control the student, and his wand didn't work so well, it was almost like he didn't recognize him as the master. And two elves have seen him sneak into the potions office twice. In case - I Just in case—the potion ingredients you've lost happen to be used to make a decoction..." Gwen's mind was racing, and when the Marauder's Map had already told her what the correct answer was, the method and motivation changed. Extraordinarily simple. Yes, the potion-stealing Moody probably didn't want to poison Harry, but to maintain his shape with Polyjuice.

Snape was still staring at George and the Marauder map under his robes, as if digesting the information provided by these two unreliable Gryffindors.

"Nonsense." He seemed to have heard it, but said the exact opposite. "Unless you have proof, I'll take another twenty Gryffindor points for that."

Gwen couldn't sit still a little, she moved her hips uneasily, the evidence was in hand, and she had just said that Snape didn't believe in friendship.

At this time, George provoked the lead, "Our evidence is Dobby and Winky." He looked at Gwen apologetically, "You should have a way to confirm with them. Or we now Go to Headmaster Dumbledore at once - he may prefer to take our word for it."

Beep-Gwen cursed in his heart, this man is so handsome, he is threatening Snape. At this moment, she was willing to kiss the Potions Professor in front of him.

Snape folded his arms over his chest, looking back and forth between George and Gwen. Snape's eyes flashed. He put a hand inside his black robe. Take out a small crystal bottle, which is a clear and transparent medicine.

"Do you know what this is, Ollivander?" said Snape, and there was a glint of triumph in those eyes again, and he seemed to judge that Gwen was the easier of the two The one that broke.

"This is Veritaserum—a potion that teaches you to tell the truth. It is so powerful that it only takes three drops to make you reveal the secrets of your heart." Snape viciously Said, "Of course, the use of this potion is very strictly controlled by the Ministry of Magic. But you have to be very careful or I will miss," - he shook the crystal bottle slightly - "the pumpkin you poured over your dinner. In the juice. Then we can find out if you are telling the truth, including your self-righteous cover for Potter, stupid and arrogant."

Gwen felt a little relieved at this time, she realized that no matter what the man in front of him said, he actually believed 80%. "I promise I'm telling the truth, Professor. If you accidentally drop a few drops into Professor Moody's dinner, it might work better." She looked bravely at Snape's darkest pool water eyes, and took the opportunity to be amazed at his taste in pajamas (I thought Professor Snape even wore a black robe to sleep - Gwen).

Finally, Professor Bat was relieved, "Now, go back immediately. I don't want to see your stupid faces for a second." He added when the two fled out the door. He said, "Since you doubt Professor Moody, then it's better to teach yourself Defence Against the Dark Arts, or simply drop out of school, and let me be quiet."

Out of the potions professor's office, Gwen just patted his chest and gasped, when George pulled him directly to the corner with the jumping machine. They couldn't risk taking the stairs back to Gryffindor Tower anymore, what if the fake Moody was still roaming the castle?

"How on earth did he find us hiding around the corner of the stairs?" Gwen couldn't help complaining.

"Although he's not the real Moody, at least that magic eye should be real." George said after observing around like an alert animal. "It's not surprising to see us through walls."

"And what about Harry? We left him with the fake Moody!" Gwen exclaimed.

"I think Moody did find him." George seemed to be very experienced, "If I say, Harry was probably standing on the stairs in an invisibility cloak, and Moody came to catch us. It's a bit of a detour. Since he doesn't want to break Harry, I guess he won't hurt him at the moment."

Gwen reluctantly accepted the reasoning. "I still can't believe it, he's actually..."

“…Go back and talk about it, Gwen.” George took her hand.

Gwen found George so dependable and quick-witted at key moments. He calmly and swiftly hides the Marauder's map, which almost saves a few people's lives - think about it, just in case Fake Moody learns that they've found out who they really are, only Snape and Squib Fair are there. Oddly, there are also three students whose combat effectiveness is not worth mentioning. George also maintained a loyal friendship under Snape's coercion, even threatening him with Dumbledore. Finally, remind yourself not to expose yourself to danger and talk nonsense.

In comparison, Gwen felt a little naive and rough. Relying on his own intuition and limited guesswork, he recklessly stepped into danger.

"The only good thing I did tonight," Gwen said to George after entering the common room, "was using the Flying Charm just in time."

George kissed Gwen's mouth reassuringly, "Don't think so much, dear Gwen. We're safe at Hogwarts. As for this," he took it out of his arms the parchment, "Tomorrow we can return it to Harry together."

When Gwen tiptoed on the four-poster bed, thinking back to how much happened in just one hour, I was both scared and nervous. Until she found a blind spot.

"Ha! Professor Snape confiscated me this time to stay in school for labor!"

Dumbledore's Plan

Gwen was woken up by Ginny in the morning. She came back too late yesterday and was so nervous that she tossed and turned for a long time before barely falling asleep. By the time she took care of herself in a daze, she had already missed breakfast and had to rush to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom on an empty stomach.

Gwen finds it difficult to face the fake professor on the podium with a normal heart, but she can't reveal her secrets, so she puts her head down as much as possible and doesn't look at Moody. But she apparently ignored Moody's magic eye, the squinting eye that seemed to keep staring at her during the two-hour class, giving her a creepy chill.

Finally, when the fake professor said the get out of class was over, Gwen was the first to rush out of the classroom, not surprised to see George waiting for her at the door. The tall boy was looking at her dark circles worriedly, but he also refused to say anything because this was the domain of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor: "Let's go, Ron and the others, this is a spell class. ."

Gwen locked George's left arm firmly, walking as fast as a ghost floating in the corridors of Hogwarts.

"Did you bring 'that thing'?" Gwen pointed.

"Of course," George touched the inside pocket of his robe, "and what about the letter from Dad last time—the one we wrote on the back..."

"I'm burning." Gwen scratched his nose, "I woke up this morning burning. Ginny thought I was starving to roast mice in the dorm."

When they got to the fourth floor, they saw three people practicing the Flying Spell in a hidden empty classroom near the magic spell classroom.

"You said you've solved the golden egg!" said Hermione angrily.

"Be quiet!" said Harry annoyed, "I just need to—make it clearer, can't I?"

"Forget about the golden eggs for a while, okay?" Harry said in a low voice after a while, as Professor Flitwick was walking down the hall with his teaching aids in his hand, "I'm going to tell Your Snape and Moody thing..."

"Snape said Professor Moody searched his office too?" Ron whispered. "Ah... Moody's here not only keeping an eye on Karkaroff, but also Snape, you say?" His eyes flashed with excitement, and with a wave of his wand, he cast a Banishing Charm on a cushion. "Harry... maybe Moody thinks Snape threw your name into the Goblet of Fire!"

"Oh, Ron," said Hermione, shaking her head suspiciously, "Last time we thought Snape was trying to kill Harry, but he was saving Harry, Do you remember?"

"I don't care what Moody says," Hermione continued, "Dumbledore is not stupid. Take Hagrid and Professor Lupin, a lot of people won't give them jobs , though Snape was a little—"

"—Bad." Ron quickly interjected, "So, Hermione, why did those hunters who specialize in dark wizards search his office?"

"You just always think Snape wants to do bad things," said Hermione, casting a spell on the cushion, which flew neatly into the box.

Gwen and George, who were lying on the door eavesdropping, shook