94 Diagon Alley

    Take a vacation. "

    Gwen frowned, "I thought you wished I could accompany you."

    Old Ollivander wasn't going to save face in front of Dumbledore at all, "Then you have Christmas, Easter, and several holidays. Good boy, you might be able to learn by the way. Housework magic." After speaking, he subconsciously covered his stomach.

    Gwen felt more like he was pulling himself away to accomplish Dumbledore's secret mission. But things are a foregone conclusion, and Gwen is clearly incapable of rejecting their arrangement.

    "Then," Dumbledore finished eating the handful of candies in front of him, and drew a piece of parchment from his pocket, "Now, please memorize the words on it."

    Gwen took the note, and the slender handwriting on it seemed to have been seen somewhere. It said: The Command of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​located at 12 Grimmauld Place, London.

    Then Dumbledore took the parchment from Gwen's hand and set it on fire with the end of his wand. The paper curled up, burned, and fell to the ground.

    "Come on, Gwen." The great white wizard suddenly called Gwen's name, which made her a little flattered. "I think your luggage will be delivered by the owl."

    "Let's go now?" Gwen was a little surprised.

    "I happen to be going there, and it's better for me to take you there the first time." Dumbledore got up and patted the candy crumbs on his robe, and said happily, "We're going to Apparate. , I'm not boasting, but I'm a master."

    Gwen can only give Garrick a big hug and remind him to eat well, not stay up late to cut wood, and write to himself if he has something. Then went to Dumbledore.

    The principal asked her to hold his arm, and said to Ollivander, "The Floo network is being monitored by them, we need another way of contact, Garrick."

    The next second, Gwen appeared in a messy and barren meadow in the middle of a small square in London, as if squeezed into a water pipe. It was already getting dark, and the surrounding houses were gloomy and looked like they were not far away. Some houses had broken windows, gleaming bleakly in streetlights, many doors had peeling paint, and several had **** piles on their front steps. Dumbledore seemed to have cast an advanced Disillusionment Charm on himself and Gwen early on, but he still waited cautiously for a moment, and after confirming it was safe, he said softly to Gwen, "Think of what you just remembered."

    After an Apparition, Gwen thought for a while before remembering the line. Just thinking of No. 12 Grimmauld Place, a tattered door popped out of nowhere between Nos. 11 and 13, followed by filthy walls and eerie windows that looked like an extra The house suddenly swelled, squeezing things apart on both sides.

    "Wow." Gwen sighed softly.

    Then she followed the tall headmaster up the tattered stone steps while staring at the newly transformed door. The black paint on the door was peeling off, covered with scratches from left to right. The silver door knocker is in the shape of a coiled serpent. There is no keyhole in the door, and no letterbox.

    Dumbledore drew his wand and knocked on the door. Gwen heard the loud clattering of many metal slams and the clattering of chains. The door creaked open.

    Gwen approached the house, and surprisingly, the environment inside the door was warm and clean, except for the smell of old old wood, and too dark.

    Dumbledore tapped Gwen on the head with his wand. There seemed to be something warm running down her back, and she knew that the phantom body curse had been lifted.

    "This is much better than the Shrieking Shack," thought Gwen.

    Dumbledore stopped, turned to Gwen, and said, "I have a few more words for you, Gwen." He looked a little complicated, "As if you were worried Like your friends, I'm worried about Harry. To make him feel better, I want you to swear you won't tell him anything."

    Gwen was stunned for a moment, "Can't say anything? Merlin, he'll be pissed, he's probably been waiting for news from the wizarding world."

    "Yes, at least until he comes back," said Dumbledore. "I think that's the most appropriate way at the moment."

    Gwen doesn't think so, but she always has a sense of oppression in the face of the greatest wizard of this century.

    Fortunately at this moment, with a hurried footstep, George's mother, Mrs. Weasley, came out from a door at the other end of the hall. She walked toward them in three steps and two steps, a warm smile on her face, though Gwen noticed that she was much thinner and paler than the last time she saw her.

    "You're here, the meeting can begin." She whispered to Dumbledore in a short voice, the headmaster nodded to them, and Gwen also raised her hand to indicate that she would not write to Harry in the letter reveal what. So Dumbledore strode into a room at the end, the door slammed shut.

    "Gwen, what a pleasure to meet you!" whispered Mrs. Weasley, pulling her into her arms.

    "I'm happy too, ma'am," Gwen said in a sullen voice, "but I forgot to bring a present, which is rude."

    The passionate woman patted her on the back, still whispering, "Never mind, boy. This house belongs to Sirius, but he's not here." Then she took Gwen Go upstairs. "The twins, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione are upstairs. You can wait with them until the meeting is over, and then we'll have dinner. Keep your voice down in the hall." said in a low voice.

    Pressing a finger to her lips, she led Gwen tiptoe through two long curtains - instinct told Gwen that there might be a secret passage behind that - after all, this is the Black's house House of. Then they rounded a large umbrella stand that looked to be made of a troll's broken leg, and walked up the dark staircase, where a row of crumpled heads gathered on the plaques on the adjacent wall - domestic children Elf's head. They all have the same ugly big nose.

    Okay, she understands why the twins think the house is cool.

    Pop, pop, with two harsh pops, Fred and George suddenly appeared in the middle of the corridor on the second floor.

    "Gwen." George patted her on the shoulder.

    "It was your voice." Fred was behind his brother.

    Mrs. Weasley let out an ooh, then growled angrily at the twins, "Although you can use magic now, it doesn't mean that you have to get your wand out for everything! "

    To be honest, Gwen was also startled, she froze, almost hugged George subconsciously, but she braked in time.

    "Okay, Mom. Please leave this lady to us." George bowed gently to Gwen and extended his hand.

    "Fred and George will explain everything to you, dear, I really have to hurry," Mrs. Weasley said, and hurried downstairs again .

    When she disappeared behind the old stairs, George let go of Gwen's hand and opened his arms. Gwen was kind, and hopped into his arms.

    "Ugh." Fred vomited. "Please forgive me, I've just been quiet for two weeks."

    "Don't be jealous, Fred." Gwen turned to the red head and said, "My boyfriend's favorite man is you."

    "Ugh." He looked even worse. "Come in, your boyfriend has been cleaning all day."

    Gwen was pushed into the room by the twins, which, in addition to the two beds, was full of cartons and orders.

    "I'd love to say hello to you guys," Gwen managed to find a pompous chair in the middle of the cardboard box, delicately carved wood with velvet, and several snakes embroidered with gold thread , "But I need a little time to digest the Order of the Phoenix and the old house." After speaking, she touched the antique chair, "Let me say more, this is much better than the Black house I imagined."

    George Dalla sat beside his bed, "It is said that Sirius and Lupin spent a week cleaning the house last year."

    Fred fell on his back, "but Mom was not satisfied, she thought it was not suitable for Harry's life, it was not bright enough, so tomorrow we will all join the camp of cleaning - I really Glad you came today, Gwen."

    Gwen said thank you. "And what about Harry? When is he coming? I remember he's been at his Muggle uncle's house for two weeks."

    "Things have changed," George explained. "Sirius was sent on a mission by Dumbledore, and he was supposed to pick up Harry the day after tomorrow. But..."

    "…The Order of the Phoenix believes that before securing Harry's safety, he is a better choice in the Muggle community." Fred sat up from the bed.

    “I feel so sorry for him,” Gwen snarled. “Just think, he just got into a fight with You-Know-Who and has to live with relatives he hates. Even friends None of us can tell him what happened - wait, how do you know so much?"

    The twins looked at each other briefly, "New invention, you'll see."

    However, before Gwen asked the twins to hand over good things, three figures crashed into the room, Ginny, Hermione and Ron.

    "You're finally here!" Ginny said with relief, "George asks three times a day why Gwen isn't with us."

    "You share a room with us." Hermione pointed to the right, "It's in that room, and there's an empty bed in it, and we've changed the sheets for you."

    Gwen was very grateful and praised the two witches. So now there were six people in the tiny room, and Hermione and Ron were very distressed about keeping everything from Harry. gold