94 Diagon Alley

G, I know your eyes are amazing. "Gwen bit the quill, and spit out a mouthful of hair. "As you can see, I'm doing my vacation homework." "

Then the old man shook his head and walked away, muttering from time to time, "The child has grown up."

As soon as he was gone, Gwen pulled another sheet from under the parchment with a silly smile on his face.

"Dear George,

Hope your business is going well. I heard that Gringotts has been looking for Bagman, but I don't think there's a good chance of finding him. Anyway, feel free to reach out to me if you need any help.

I wrote a letter to Qiu, you know, what happened to Diggory has been making her sad. Heard that her mother works at the Ministry and Mrs. Zhang won't allow her to comment on anything about that day's game and Mysterious Man - Merlin's on, I can't tell who is our enemy now - Ministry of Magic or that one . I bet it wasn't like that at the Weasleys, it was outrageous. Anyway, Qiu wrote back to me, the good news is that Diggory woke up yesterday and heard that he was just a little weak, but he didn't suffer any other injuries, which was a blessing in a misfortune.

My housework magic sucks, Merlin is on, I can make decent magic props, but why do I not cut each piece of vegetables the same size - but today Garrick is finally not bad belly up. Please pay my respects to Molly, she is a great witch. If I go to visit again this holiday, I will definitely not forget to bring a Wenju gift. I was so rude last time.

We haven't seen each other for a week and I miss you so much.

Hi Fred,

I wish you all the best.

Love you Gwen. "

In half a day, Ollivander's owl flapped its wings and flew back, which was much faster than before. Keep in mind that flying from Devon to London is not a short flight.

"Dear Gwen,

Fred and I are great at our little tricks, and we've even invented a few new ones that we can't wait to show you. We all know you're willing to do your best to help us, but we're less worried about money now. There was a well-meaning mystery investor - sorry I can't name his name - who made a huge investment for us.

As for the Ministry of Magic, you were right. Dad and we both believe in Harry, except maybe Percy, and we can talk about him when we meet. Good news that Cedric is all right, I think we can tell Harry to stop worrying. Well, Ron just saw this, and he's already gone to write Harry.

Trust me Gwen, you must cook better than some pixies, I swear by Fred's best sheets. But I have to warn you, don't rush through the fireplace to the Burrow alone. Our whole family lives in another place now, and the head here—I'm going to call him a crooked nose—has very strict controls, so we can't write letters at will, nor can we invite you to be a guest at will. But this house is so cool, I wish you were here and we could catch the fox.

To be precise, we haven't seen each other for eight days, and I miss you so much. Mom is always asking me if I'm in love lately, do you want me to tell her?

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Hi Ollivander,

I'm so good.

Love you George and

Stranger Fred. "

Gwen looked at the reply with sour and sweet confidence. The sour thing was that he didn't know where George went to. The description in a few lines and the setting of confidentiality made Gwen scratch his heart. The sweet thing is that when I opened the envelope, a big lip print flew out, and there was a very explosive "chirp". Although she may have accidentally messed with Fred.

In the second week of summer vacation, Gwen and George maintained a frequency of one letter a day. While George is still not allowed to reveal any information, Gwen can only judge that they live not too far from London. Because the owl doesn't look tired. Garrick went out a few times for some unknown reason, and Gwen heard him call out of the Hogwarts Headmaster's office in front of the fireplace one time. After returning, the old man always looked heavy, and then sat quietly beside Gwen to observe her.

By the end of the second week, Garrick said to talk to Gwen. The innocent witch thought that Grandpa was going to talk to her about her emotional relationship, but she didn't expect that the topic of that day made Gwen digest it for a long time.

Mr Ollivander describes how his children - Gwen's parents and aunt - died in the last wizarding war. In fact, the story can be told in a few sentences. In those crazy times, many ordinary people like them died of Mystery and his minions. They didn't have time to leave any words, they didn't have time to make portraits, they were still very young. Death is always so sudden and never takes into account the mood of the people. Garrick had breakfast with them that morning and sent them out. In the afternoon he lost his son, daughter, and daughter-in-law at the same time.

Then Garrick opened his mouth with difficulty, "Of course I believe the man is back. So what do you think, Gwen. I can take you far, Hogwarts. It's a good school, but for a mysterious person—"

"For him, there is no escape." Gwen interrupted Garrick quickly, "We can't escape, Grandpa." The half-aged witch looked at Ollie seriously Mr. Vander's eyes, "Where can we run to? If a war breaks out one day... we shouldn't run away, even if we don't stand up and stand in line, the Death Eaters and the mysterious people will not let us go." She said, suddenly stood up from the chair, and paced around the hut, trying to sort out her thoughts against Garrick, "And Hogwarts has Dumbledore, and now I have no ability to protect it. yourself, let alone protect you, Garrick." Seeming to think of something, Gwen finally crouched down in front of Mr. Ollivander, looked at the aging wandmaster with burning eyes, and took his hand. . "The most important thing is, I can't go. Because it's my responsibility," she said clearly, "The little wizard is a gift from Merlin. If necessary, I must stand up and fight against the mysterious man. This is It's for you, for mom and dad, for myself, for everyone."

"But you are already the last heir to Ollivander." The old man said in a trembling voice.

"Don't be silly, Grandpa." Gwen softened his voice and rested his head on his lap, "If You-Know-Who wins in the end, what's the point of Ollivander? I Don't want to make wands for Death Eaters, and that wand becomes a murder tool."

Garrick sighed deeply and brushed Gwen's hair with his large rough hands, "Alas, Gryffindor."

"Actually, I'm so proud of Gryffindor for having such little wizards." A playful voice came from the fireplace in the wand shop, accompanied by a green fire, a tall and thin The bearded wizard stepped gracefully out of it. "I think Miss Ollivander has made your choice for you, right? Old Garrick."

Gwen jumped up in fright. What a terrible thing it was for the principal to visit her home during the holidays. She quickly recalled whether she had violated the law and discipline in the last semester - there must be a lot.

"Good afternoon, Dumbledore." Mr. Ollivander greeted his old friend with a wry smile. "I'm afraid yes, my little granddaughter will be a complete lion in a few years."

"Ah," Dumbledore comforted him cheerfully, "if you know how many wild inventions Miss Ollivander has had, and her keen observation, you will see why I have It's proposed."

"What proposal?" Gwen couldn't help interrupting their conversation. "Sorry, Professor. I don't quite understand what you mean."

Dumbledore didn't feel offended at all, instead, he made a pot of honey tea and took out a small packet of colorful candies from nowhere.

"I believe Mr. Weasley must have mentioned their new residence in the letter." The white-bearded wizard sipped his tea with satisfaction. "We'll start with the Order of the Phoenix..."

Gwen listened and listened firstly, and it was all because of George's genius ability to name names - look at the headmaster's crooked nose. Halfway through the conversation, she turned serious, and even couldn't wait to say, "I'd like to join the Order of the Phoenix, Professor." Seeing as though she wasn't showing enough, she boasted, like every candidate interviewing for a job, "I'm still It's a little clever, I can definitely do something. For example, I have long thought that Aurors should be equipped with several protective gear..."

The kind white wizard waved his hand quickly, "You are still too young, Gwen. At least after you graduate..."

"Cough cough." Ollivander, who was ignored, coughed twice, "That's all for later, Dumbledore." He gave the Headmaster a disapproving wink.

"Of course, of course." Although he turned down Gwen's bid, Gwen found her respected headmaster seemed a little pleased. "As for the purpose of my visit today, it is to invite you to be a guest at the Order of the Phoenix."

Gwen hesitated and looked at Garrick sitting beside him.

"I promise to do Dumbledore a little favor." Old Mr. Ollivander put down the teacup in his hand heavily, "So you have to go out for a week, during which you can't be in the opposite corner by yourself. Stay in the alley."

Gwen then realized that the two old men were handing over their short-term custody, "Okay, then a week..."

"Until school starts." Garrick said firmly in a gentle voice, "You can have a good time with your friends.