94 Diagon Alley

    Best taste she ever tasted.

    In the afternoon, Sirius almost tried the Weasley products that Gwen brought. The two nanny witches were unkempt, as if they had lost their lives, and only the black-haired "little boy" was in a good mood.

    It was getting dark, and Tonks looked a little serious for some reason. She glanced secretly out the window, then waved her wand. A huge silver-white four-legged animal emerged from the wand and ran quickly into the night.

    "I have to send a letter to Moody and Kingsley," she explained.

    "Is that the Patronus?" Gwen had heard of messaging in this way.

    "Yes." Tonks closed his mouth tightly.

    Gwen thought it was interesting and wanted to tease her, "I think he looks like a big dog."

    Tonks got goosebumps in disgust, "Stop, Gwen, Sirius is my cousin."

    Gwen was a little disappointed, and felt that the four-legged animal was really familiar. After a while she widened her eyes and looked at Tonks in disbelief.

    "Don't tell me—oh my God, Tonks." A pink flush rose to Gwen's face.

    "Whatever you're thinking, stop. I know what's going on in the minds of girls of your grade." Tonks' cheeks were sunken, and she used the tip of her leather shoe. Head kicked the edge of the rug.

    "You are so brave." Gwen said decisively, and sure enough, Tonks' attention was attracted to her. "I mean, I think I've seen that animal. When I was in fourth grade..."

    Tonks turned his gaze to the moon outside the window.

    "...Let me think, did I just catch up with a professor's transformation..." Gwen said reluctantly.

    Tonks rushed over and covered her mouth.

    "Shut up, Gwen, stop laughing at me." Tonks said angrily.

    "I-um-why laugh at you?" Gwen struggled excitedly, "I admire you as much as I admire you as an Auror!"

    "Then you can put away your admiration," Tonks let go of his hand and said dejectedly. "Because obviously, this is not the happy ending you expected. Now, we have to watch Sirius go back to his room to sleep."

    Then she fled the hall as if fleeing, pulling Sirius' sleeves to force him to turn off the lights and sleep immediately.

    When the movement on the fifth floor quieted down, Tonks covered his head and leaned on the sofa.

    A large silver lynx jumped in lightly from the window of Black's old house. The Patronus opened his mouth wide and said in a thick, slow voice, "The mission is over, they have him."

    Gwen's scalp tightened, and the constant restlessness throughout the day was stronger than ever, and she slowly turned to Tonks: "Now you can tell the truth, Tonks. Why am I here? At this?"

    Olivander: Well-crafted wands since 382 BC

    "You know I can't say a word." Tonks stopped smiling, her face solemn, "And I have to make sure you can't go anywhere tonight."

    Gwen looked into Tonks' eyes, disappointed, "You think I'll just stay here? Or are you going to tie me up? Stunned?"

    Tonks didn't speak, but the determined look on the female Auror told Gwen that if there was no choice, she had to do it.

    Gwen stood up in a hurry, then was pulled back on the sofa by a force, and then she found her wand had been taken away by Tonks with a disarming spell, and she was trapped in place. .

    "It's all to protect you, Gwen." Tonks said apologetically, "I'll take you back tomorrow morning, okay?"

    "I don't want to be protected like this!" exclaimed Gwen, "don't treat me like a child. If anyone wants to attack us, I should take my wand and fight them, not hide A dark corner—"

    "It's all a plan, we have to make sure—" Tonks also said loudly.

    "—then tell me!" Gwen struggled, "tell me your plan, I can help! At least don't keep me in the dark, worry about the next day before going to bed every day What bad things will happen!"

    Tonks suddenly calmed down and said to Gwen word by word, "Didn't you see what happened the last time Harry tried to help?" She pointed to the building "Because you're immature - when you think you can help, adults must be careful to protect you from injury and clean up the mess you've created because of your self-righteousness - if you ask How do I know, because I'm not mature enough! And all of this made others pay for us!"

     After speaking, Tonks closed his eyes, but did not open them for a long time. "Listen, Gwen. It's a big plan, Dumbledore, and many in the Order of the Phoenix have been preparing for it for a long time, and we have no other chance to go wrong."

    Gwen kept her mouth shut, restraining herself from imagining anything that could happen. Tonks was right about one thing, if she rammed like a headless fly, it would do nothing but vent her inner panic and anger. Gwen didn't close his eyes all night, and Tonks seemed to be afraid that she would run away desperately, or maybe he was worried about her, and lasted the whole night. It was just dawn, and Tonks somehow got the news from the other members, returned his wand to Gwen, and took her back to Diagon Alley.

    Gwen's legs went weak when he showed up at Ollivander's wand shop. If Tonks hadn't scooped her up, she might have just fallen to the ground.

    However, it was like everything had happened in the store, the wand boxes piled high up to the ceiling, the bare bench, and even the small oil lamp on Ollivander's workbench. Still sizzling.

    Only the white-haired old man disappeared, as if he was just on a long journey.

    Gwen felt upstairs and downstairs to make sure that Garrick really disappeared. She crawled back to the small space under the counter with the last glimmer of hope, and looked up to see an envelope pasted above.

    Gwen shook his hands, and opened the envelope three times before tearing it to pieces, reading a letter that seemed to have been written for a long time in the dim light.

    "To my dear Gwen,

    I really hope you find this letter, because if someone else touches it, the envelope will set itself on fire and it will only make you more flustered.

    My dear, you are probably angry and anxious right now. But I want you to know that these are all things I'd like to do, and things I have to do. I can't explain much, but you need to take it slow. Because you are a brave, intelligent, and sometimes overly sharp little girl.

    You and your father are in a way alike, although I never told you that you have a disease called adventure. And that's what worries me. Every year the thrilling stories you bring back from Hogwarts make me an old man. What should I do if you leave me like your dad did? As an old man, burying a pair of children with his own hands is enough. So I made a plan early on to take you far away, and the farther away from the danger, the better. But when Dumbledore gives you a chance, you choose the hard, right path with little hesitation. I am proud of you and ashamed of myself.

    I often wonder, can I make a great, one-of-a-kind wand for Ollivander? It turns out I couldn't, but my wand is still used by countless great wizards. Then I realized that no matter how powerful a wand is, it's the person who owns it that counts. Do you understand, Gwen?

    I would like to help that old friend so that the wand will not become the executioner's knife from now on.

    I'm not a hero, Gwen, never, I'd even say I'm greedy for life. But as ordinary people, who says we can't contribute?

    Good boy, good boy, don't worry about me. Wait patiently, we will usher in the day of victory.

    Love your grandpa. "

    When George rushed into the wand shop, all he saw was Gwen, huddled under the counter, babbling in tears at the parchment. Tonks, who has always been a talkative person, refused to explain much, and only told him that Mr. Ollivander was missing.

    He took Gwen in his arms and patted her on the back like a crying baby. Until another voice appeared in the wand shop.

    "I think Miss Ollivander is willing to accept my apology." A soft voice came from the fireplace at 1 Diagon Alley, "Can we go to the second floor?" Dumbledore came out of the green flames.

    George hesitated, wondering if he should let Gwen go, but after his little girlfriend wiped tears and snot on his new dragonskin coat, he pushed him under the counter come out. He gave Dumbledore an ugly smile.

    It has only been half a month since Gwen last saw Dumbledore, the great white wizard seems to have grown old and thin, so that the crooked nose looks more obvious . But the headmaster still looked at her lovingly. "Then, Tonks, I think you can go back to rest. I will take care of Miss Ollivander's safety. As for Mr. Weasley..."

    George looked at Gwen uneasily, and finally said that he was staying on the first floor and not going anywhere.

     Dumbledore graciously agreed to his stay. Then go up the stairs, guided by Gwen.

    He sat on a small antique sofa and thoughtfully made a tea set. Gwen couldn't drink it, so he warmed his cold fingers with the hot teacup.

    "I have to say sorry first, Gwen. I lied to you, albeit to make you