MTL - 94 Diagon Alley-Chapter 203 Festival

Two glasses of red currant rum for me and the gentleman next to me. "

Gwen grabbed the rag, turned around and took a dusty wine bottle and two fairly clean wine glasses and slammed it on the bar.

Oddly enough, the other grotesque wizard seemed particularly happy, especially after his companion had touched Gwen's nose.

"Excuse me, I need to ask you something." The former wizard persevered and spoke to Gwen. When Gwen stopped, he lowered his voice again, lest anyone else hear it: "We want to buy some... magical creatures from other countries."

The alarm bell rang in Gwen's heart, and the more she looked at the two, the more suspicious she became, and she took a big step back. "Sorry, it's our policy that clerks can't chat with customers."

The man's companion couldn't hold back for a while, and burst into laughter, only then did Gwen vaguely realize that something was wrong.

She stared at the two guests for a long while, then silently opened the small cabinet door under the bar, and took out two clean cups she brought from the Burrow.

"Mrs Weasley will scold you to death." Gwen gritted his teeth and poured two more glasses of wine. "Use my cup."

"I declare today to be my happiest day of the year." Fred, who was watching the fun, took a sip of wine, and laughter kept coming from his teeth. "One Galleon."

George, who was treated as a rogue by Gwen, angrily stuffed a gold coin to his brother. "Hmph, I confidently assure him that you will recognize me when I say the first sentence."

Gwen shrugged. Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, she pretended to wipe the cup seriously and talked to the two of them. "I never thought you guys would have the guts to come out—and dress up like two mummies."

"You've changed a lot too." George raised his glass slightly and looked at the unkempt Gwen.

"I warn you," Gwen put his arm on the bar and motioned for George to touch, "I'm fighting you now, and I won't necessarily lose."

Fred had finished drinking a full glass of wine and burped, "It's amazing, can you play the scene just now for everyone this Christmas? At the dinner table?"

Gwen unceremoniously asked him to pay a full Galleon for the wine, and boasted that the price was so high now, and then under Aberforth's stare, he put the drink in again He took out the gold coins in his pocket, and honestly put them back into the teapot containing the money in the bar.

"Get down to business, gentlemen. What do you want to buy?" Gwen leaned on his side, hiding his actions from the other guests.

"Voldebat." George whispered under the cover of the glass. "For our invention."

"No one goes to the tropics now." Gwen frowned and thought for a long time, "but the skin of the Voldemort bat is a good direction - it's all because we didn't take the protection of magical animals after the fourth grade. Otherwise, I would have thought of…”

The twins looked at each other through the bandages, thinking that it was fortunate that they didn't talk much just now. If she had known how much brainstorming the two of them went through yesterday to think of this creature, Gwen would probably be able to laugh at them for half a year.

"I'll ask Aberforth." Gwen picked up a purchase slip and walked in the direction of the store manager.

Fred and George saw that the two of them didn't know what to say, and the gray-bearded old store manager didn't look good, and hesitated for a while before going over with Gwen.

"I don't like dealing with customers." His low voice came slowly, "So I only tell you who you can go to, and what happens next has nothing to do with us. ."

"Of course." Fred readily agreed.

Aberforth pointed to a hunchbacked wizard in the dark corner of the bar and said, "That old guy smuggled a lot of magical animals, you can try his luck with him."

George glanced quietly, then nodded.

"Mundungus Fletcher can always find all kinds of strange things besides him." Aberforth was even more unhappy, "but since 1975, he has been You are forbidden to enter the pig's head bar for life." After speaking, he looked at the pair of brothers warningly, "If I find out that you have brought him into my bar, I promise to drive you out with a broom."

"Looks like we'd better not do business with him," Fred told George.

"Obviously, he has a lot of bad records." George agreed.

After saying what he had to say, Aberforth dangled around the bar as if he had never seen them before, returning to his specific old seat.

"Looks like you guys will be busy lately." Gwen filled the empty wine glasses in front of the twins and poured a full glass of brandy, indicating that they could use it to please the hunched smuggler commit.

"It's more than that, my dear." George got the glass, the bandage on his face twitched, and Gwen guessed he might be winking at himself.

"Shouldn't you guys do the... props at hand first?" Gwen was a little surprised, her voice raised a little, and she quickly lowered her voice when she realized that there were customers looking at the bar.

"There are a few things that are important at the moment." Fred stood up and picked up his glass. "You'll see soon, work."

After all, the two walked into the dark corner, as if they were really drunk.

On the other side, the night that Lupin left Diggory's house angrily, the three little wizards didn't sleep well, and even Cedric couldn't go home because of some tasks. Harry talked to Ron in the dark, trying to figure out what Voldemort was looking for abroad.

Before they could discuss the outcome, Hermione in her pajamas, looking flustered, pushed open the door to their room, and Ron hurriedly covered himself with the blanket.

After ten seconds, Hermione finally managed to settle her mind before she spoke with difficulty: "Cedric's message on the fake Galleon - at least four Death Eaters are outside the door Surrounded us - they found the house."

"Pack up - put on your coat, Ron." Harry jumped up from the bed, grabbed his wand under the pillow, and opened a little of the curtains to look out the door. Then he thought of something: "Where is Cedric now?"

"He's coming from London..." Hermione kept stuffing the beaded bag like crazy, "It was a message from Lupin, he just turned back and saw Death Eater guard outside the hedge."

"But they can't get in, can they?" said Ron. "Cedric is a keeper, so they can't see the house."

"We can't stay here." Harry said, looking at the four figures with hoods and masks outside the window, "There's no point in staying here, others may be implicated—out We Apparate through the gate."

A raging fire suddenly ignited outside the window, and the Death Eaters, for some reason, seemed to be sure that Harry was in this small house at this time, and a fire ignited the hedge around the house.

"Quick—let's go!" Harry urged the other two. Ron reminded Hermione, "Bring some bread, we don't know where we're going in the next few weeks..."

The fire turned half of the night sky red, and even the nearby Muggles were awakened. A familiar figure emerged from the darkness, a thin Lupin, trying to extinguish the flames while entangled with four Death Eaters.

Cedric, who had just arrived, was stopped by the fire and looked inside the house anxiously. Soon he was also entangled by two Death Eaters.

"It's too hot," Hermione's voice trembled. "Grab me, Harry, Ron."

There were only charred charcoal and black smoke all around, and the natural barrier of Cedric's house vanished in a blink of an eye. The three of Harry were actually only a few steps away.

Cedric and Lupin saw three people standing on the stone steps, and quickly led the Death Eaters into the distance. However, the superiority of the number of enemies made it difficult for them to fight and could not leave for a while.

Just as Hermione closed her eyes to prepare to Apparate, a green light shot straight at Lupin's heart.

, like a father.

So Harry took a big step forward, and the Shadowless Charm cut the Death Eater's mouth directly, and the wand fell weakly to the ground, Lupin escaped, but his His eyes looked in Harry's direction, filled with despair.

The dark wizard knelt on the ground and cried, clutching his bleeding hands.

"There are still people here!" another Death Eater shouted, ignoring his companions. "Catch them!"

Luckily Hermione's reaction was timely, even though Harry had one foot out of the hedge. Deciding that the Death Eaters couldn't see clearly in the darkness, she quickly grasped Ron and Harry's wrists, Apparating.

Darkness engulfed them, and that feeling of being tucked in by the straps, but something was wrong... Hermione's hand seemed to slip from his wrist...

Harry suspects he is suffocating, he can't breathe, he can't see, the only real things in the world are Ron's arm and Hermione's fingers, but his fingers are slowly slipping...

He heard a scream, a flash of purple light, Hermione's hand suddenly became like a pair of pliers to grab him, and everything fell into darkness.

Harry opened his eyes to see a dazzling array of gold and green. He didn't know what was going on, only that he seemed to be lying among the branches and twigs. He inhaled hard, his lungs like being crushed. He blinked, realizing that the dazzling color was the early morning sun shining through the high canopy. Something twitched beside his face, and he knelt on his hands, expecting to see some kind of fierce little animal, but it turned out to be Ron's feet. Harry