MTL - 94 Diagon Alley-Chapter 193 Festival

Why should I suffer more than you? "

"Probably those guys felt at the bottom of their hearts that they were more important than You-Know-Who... a mess..." Ginny said as she wiped her nosebleed.

"Actually, I wanted to attack his unspeakable parts." Fred winked at his brother, and then the two laughed wildly inappropriately.

The family members outside slammed open the door, and they were relieved when they saw that they were all right. Several people held the lost and found wand together and cleaned up the embarrassed banquet venue outside the house.

"A very special wedding." Fred teased Bill, "A dozen or so Death Eaters have witnessed your unwavering love."

"When you get married, I'll hire ten goblins to be your best man." Bill glanced at Fleur's face and warned his brother in a low voice. "Guaranteed to be more memorable than my wedding."

The smart George was working quietly on the side, making up his mind not to dig holes for the major events of his life.

Since George's ear injury, Fleur has always looked at Gwen with the same kind of expression, trying to teach her some lessons. But as soon as she speaks, an hour has passed—perhaps Veela time magic.

"...I'm not sad, really, though they ruined my wedding. But Allie is safe, and Bill and I are relieved." she said in a hoarse voice, omitting the boy again H in front of the name. "You gotta cheer up too, girl, you've been getting rough skin lately and your hair isn't smooth. Your boyfriend won't get better until you're radiant." She kept talking and Bill looked at Lai spent a lot of time teaching her English, which was quite effective.

“…but Bill and I at least have the beauty of one person,” she looked at Gwen sympathetically. “It’s okay, you don’t look that bad.”

Gwen bit her back molars and couldn't help but want to look in the mirror to see how ugly she was. But she still took a deep breath and decided to put her in a good mood for the poor bride, "I've sorted it out, do you need any more help?" She added in her mind.

"Oh! I forgot to give Mad-Eye the medicine." Fleur patted her head, and even though Gwen didn't want to admit it, she looked gorgeous even with the antics .

"I'll go, Mrs. Weasley probably has the potion ready." Gwen pouted and fled. Easily find a small cauldron full of dark potions on the kitchen stovetop.

Knocked on the door with the potion, and after hearing Moody grunt, she entered the old Auror's ward.

"Did they use Cruciatus on you too, Professor." Gwen noticed Moody's hands were shaking.

"Small meaning." Moody rolled his eyes and drank the potion that was still hot. "Everything all right?"

"The three little guys are going well." Gwen said cryptically. After Lupin and Tonks Apparated over the fence just now, George in the garden swore that he heard the other two The sound crackled. "But the other members of the Order of the Phoenix are probably being followed."

Moody waved his hand, "They can throw their tails off, even Nymphadora."

"Where can they go? It all happened so fast, I don't even know if they have enough luggage." Gwen took back the cup, cracked the window, and complained, "They can't go back to school, and they can't stay in the Burrow—"

Moody sat up suddenly, "Headquarters!"

"Yeah, I said just now, the Burrow is no longer safe." Gwen said Mad-Eye obediently.

"No," Moody was very anxious, "they are desperate, they will go there sooner or later, but not yet..."

Gwen froze for a moment, then suddenly understood what Moody meant. The first place Harry thought of, of course, had to be his godfather's house - Twelve Grimmauld Place.

"I need Cedric," Moody said. "You understand? They can't go there now."

"Is he there? Professor." Gwen turned and whispered to Moody. "So we've changed the headquarters address, so you don't want...that boy to find out?"

"Cough, cough," Moody coughed violently, "although we have set up magic in the hallway, we can actually get in."

"I'll go to Mr. Weasley." Gwen said to go out.

"No," Moody said firmly. "Cedric has to be. This house must be under surveillance now...and no one else knows. Not yet..."

Gwen stopped, looked at Mad-Eye who was struggling to speak, and understood that if he hadn't been too injured to use advanced spells, he wouldn't be talking so much to himself now - almost Tell Gwen plainly that Dumbledore is in Grimmauld Place.

"I can use the Patronus Charm," she sat back in front of Moody's sickbed and bluntly explained her ability: "But at most I can only pass one sentence, and I can't do more. ."

It's about time, and the old Auror has not forgotten to roll his eyes and dislike the education level of Hogwarts.

"Tell him: 'The children miss Dumbledore.'"

A moment later, a silver, chubby robin flew out through the crack of the window, and Gwen swore she saw the look of despair on Moody's face.

Grimmauld Place at night.

The Savior Squad, who had just escaped from the Death Eaters in the coffee shop, apparated into the center of Grimmauld Place, surrounded by tall crumbling dilapidated houses. All three of them could see Number 12 because Dumbledore, the Keeper, had told them of its existence. They ran towards the house, checking every few meters to see if anyone was following or watching. Running up the stone steps, Harry knocked on the front door with his wand, only to hear a series of loud metal slams and a clatter like a chain, then the door creaked open and they hurried across the threshold.

Harry closed the door behind him, and the old-fashioned gas lamps came on all at once, flickering in the long hallway. The hall was the way Harry remembered it: barely tidy, the house-elves' heads on the walls cast strange shadows on the stairs, and the long dark curtain obscured the portrait of Sirius' mother. The only thing that was wrong was that the stairs to the top floor were blocked.

"I think someone's been here." Hermione whispered, pointing to it.

"Probably did it when the Order of the Phoenix left." Ron murmured.

"What about the curses they're doing against Snape?" Harry asked.

"Probably only works when he shows up?" Ron guessed.

But they still stood close to the doormat, with their backs to the door, and dared not go into the house.

"I said, we can't stand here forever." Harry said, taking a step forward.

"Severus Snape?"

Mad-Eye's voice came softly in the darkness, causing all three of them to jump back. "We're not Snape!" Harry said in a hoarse voice, and then something came at him like a cold wind, his tongue curled back, and he was speechless. Before he had time to touch his mouth with his hand, his tongue stretched out again.

Two others appear to have experienced this unpleasant experience. Ron retched, and Hermione stammered: "That—that must be mad—Mad-Eye's tongue-stopping spell for Snape!"

Harry took another cautious step forward. Something was moving in the shadows at the end of the hall, and before they could speak, a figure suddenly jumped up on the carpet, tall, earth-grey, with a hideous appearance. Hermione screamed, and so did Mrs Black: her curtains were lifted. The grey figure floated towards them, faster and faster, hair and beard tugging to the waist waving behind him, cheeks sunken, bony, and hollow in the eye sockets. The figure, terribly familiar and terrifyingly altered, raised a haggard finger at Harry.

"No!" Harry yelled, and although he raised his wand, he couldn't think of a spell, "No! Not us! We didn't kill you—"

When she heard the word "kill", the figure suddenly exploded, causing a large cloud of dust. Harry coughed, tears blurring. He looked back to see Hermione crouching on the ground by the door, covering his head with his arms, and Ron, shaking from head to toe, patted Hermione on the shoulder awkwardly and said, "It's- it's okay... it- it's gone... "

Dust swirled around Harry like smoke in the blue light of the gas lamp.

"Kreacher, do we have guests?" From upstairs came their familiar languid voices, followed by hurried footsteps, and then a black-haired wizard: "Haha Leigh - you didn't tell me you were coming back, I thought you were at Hogwarts."

He was wearing an old but decent dark red nightgown, hugged Harry warmly, and greeted Ron and Hermione in a reserved manner. "You look messy."

As he snapped his fingers, the elderly house-elf appeared beside the umbrella stand.

"...disrespectful guest...surprise visit...my mistress's old house, with scum Weasleys and Mudbloods—" it muttered in a low voice, then bent deeply towards Sirius bowed.

"Give us a pot of tea and maybe some refreshments?" He lifted his chin slightly towards Ron, who nodded sternly. "Then more, Kreacher, thank you."

"Can we spend the night here? Sirius." Hermione asked, putting down her beaded bag.

"On the second and third floors, your original rooms are empty." Sirius seems to be very happy today