Lawrence couldn't stop falling downward, except for his own head still thinking, he couldn't control the rest of his body, countless silver halos, swept past him at a faster speed, and fell to the bottom of the abyss one step ahead of him, forming a silver cloud as soft as silk,

"Is this what you would encounter before you die?"

While he was thinking nonsense, the speed of his fall slowed down, and he fell into the silver mist like a feather, and the little snake that tied him was gone, and he was able to control his body again.

He stood up and found himself in the maze of the third mission, and he saw his other self facing Moody, Fleur floating in the air with a golden spell,

"Go, you must survive." Lawrence still hopes,

He watched as he sent Fleur away, Moody's angry and distorted face, and the hedges on both sides of the labyrinth began to grow wildly, completely obscuring the sky,

A glimmer of fire penetrated the darkness, and Lawrence found him standing in the woods beside the path, and the light of the fire came from the other side of the woods, from Hagrid's hut and Beauxbatons' carriage, and by the forest he and Fleur were talking,

"Then you should have seen Rita. Skeeter's report?"

"Of course I did." Fleur nodded in reply,

"Hermione and I are just friends, and she doesn't mix love potions, and she seduces anything everywhere."

"Why are you explaining it to me?" Fleur asked with an expectant smile on her face,

"Because I'm afraid you'll misunderstand." Lawrence, who stood in the woods, muttered to himself as he looked at himself, but of course no one could hear him, and the fire on the other side of the woods dimmed.

Lawrence realizes that he is in his own memory, but he can't control it, so he can only passively invest in the next memory.

"How the hell am I going to open this thing?" Lawrence watched as he knocked on a small smooth black wooden box, which was one of the gifts he received for Christmas, but he couldn't open it in countless ways, the door of the bedroom was knocked open, and the twins jumped in, and he hid the smooth little wooden box without a trace.

"Hey, Lawrence, guess what?" George said that he was holding a copy of Witch Weekly,

"We think school has been boring lately." Fred said, "Listen to Harry, you're so bored that you run to Hagrid?"

"These two guys really can't stop for a moment...... But I'm not looking for Hagrid," Lawrence couldn't help but laugh as he looked at the memory, "Beauxbatons' carriage is parked around there...... Even though I never had the chance to see her."

"After two weeks of observation," said George, "we've recorded the guys who subscribe to Witch Weekly and especially enjoy reading to Hermione."

"Some of them can't wait to see Rita. Skeeter's garbage." Fred added,

"Remember the prank pen we told you on the train that takes seven days to wipe off after the skin is printed?" George laughed,

"Let us solemnly introduce the special edition of the prank product - I Ellita. Skeeter Weekly." Fred said solemnly that George made a vomiting motion on the side after hearing the name of the weekly,

"The appearance is just the usual Witch Weekly cover," George introduced, "but when the user opens it, it is printed with Rita. The pages of Skeeter's avatar will go crazy and stick up to everyone in the neighborhood."

"There's going to be a heart down there," Fred said innocently with his hand to a heart, "and it read, 'I love Rita. Skeeter'."

"We've all forgotten that you're one of the main characters in the weekly magazine," George teased, waving the disguised weekly magazine, "do you want to add something to it?"

Lawrence in the memory of "......" rolled his eyes and impatiently rejected the proposal, the twins looked at each other, both surprised that Lawrence would refuse the proposal, but they didn't say much, George casually threw the disguised witch weekly on his bed, and they left with a pity expression,

Lawrence watched himself staring at the weekly magazine irritably, then raised his hand to burn it, and with a strange expression, he looked at the small wooden box hidden in his right hand with a strange expression, and a faint aroma came from the box,

"I asked Hermione to find out what this gift meant." Lawrence shook his head, and the lights in the bedroom went out,

Lawrence was looking at the pitch-black lake, and he turned around and looked at what was happening by the lakeside,

"He wants to save Gabrielle." Fleur said to Harry,

"Huh?" Hermione was stunned, and Krum's face was gloomy and nodded,

"You saved her," Fleur said, leaning down and kissing Harry on the cheek, "though she's not your hostage."

"Uh," Harry's face flushed, and Fleur kissed Ron on the cheek again,

"Hmph—" Hermione looked like she was about to explode,

Lawrence ignored his gloomy self as Krum in his memory,

He looked at Hermione in amazement and muttered, "Doesn't he like you?" Why are you still doing that?"

Hermione's face blurred, then cleared again, and Lawrence stood at the fork in the path, watching himself dance briskly with Hermione in front of the gazebo in the garden.

Fleur stood by the intersection against the wall, motionless until the music faded away.

"I thought—" Hermione stopped talking,

Fleur heard the sound of walking around the corner, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and quietly left the other side of the path, the halo in the garden became more and more hazy,

"Can you stop using your beautifying magic?"

He came to the hall, and Lawrence looked at himself who was confused, irritable, and carried away by ridiculous jealousy.

"Or do you do this to everyone?"

"I know that, she's always looking at me when she's doing this." Lawrence sighed,

The scene changes again, and Lawrence sees that he is secretly writing a letter on the bed in his dormitory with his wand lit, and Lawrence leans over, he wonders which letter he is writing? But he couldn't see the contents, and a drop of ink spread on the parchment roll, and it flowed out endlessly, flooding the entire dormitory,

「Bonjour。」 Hermione said clearly,

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh! Didn't Miss Delacour teach you how to say hello in French?" Hermione shook her head and stood up with a thud,

Lawrence sat at the Gryffindor table, watching Hermione leave the hall, he didn't understand the memories before, but now he understood a little, he felt a little bitter, there was a girl she kept watching her, and she already knew she liked Fleur, right?

The long table suddenly disappeared, and Lawrence fell, but instead of hitting the floor of the hall, he fell on the turf,

This is Nicol. At Lemay's estate, Lawrence saw a young girl, definitely the prettiest girl Lawrence had ever seen, with waist-length shiny silver hair, and

"Such beautiful blue eyes, I remember her name was ......" Lawrence looked at the girl and thought so, he suddenly frowned and tried to remember,

"It's called?"

"Who is she?" Lawrence shouted unconsciously, and the silver mist filled his surroundings again. Lemay's estate disappeared into the silver mist,

"What the hell is she...... Huh?" Lawrence froze, he couldn't remember what he was asking, the silver mist spun faster and faster...... Faster and faster......

Karkaroff's wand, flying out a big "1" point,

"That fellow—" George growled indignantly,

"Are we going to find a time to blow up that ship—" Fred was full of malice, "Now that everyone is here, no one will find out if we both sneak away and disappear—"

"I said, you two, why do you seem to be angrier than me?"

"Really, why are you so angry? But I'm so thankful." Thinking so, Lawrence turned around and looked at Luna beside him, who was nailing a list of lost items to the wall.

"Need help?"

"Are you trying to chase me?" Luna asked rhetorically,

"Ahem—what are you talking about?"

"Fred told me to George," Luna tilted her head, as if a little confused, "they said that if a boy offered to help a girl, it meant to chase her."

"What the hell did those two bastards teach you?"

"These are really two bastards who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic." Lawrence shook his head and laughed, and the sound of lively speech rang out, and he came to the hall, and saw that he was holding a drink glass,

"We're in the fifth grade. You will be able to accomplish your dreams."

"Why are you so serious all of a sudden," Fred laughed, "isn't that certain?" We made an agreement in the first grade."

"You have to find your dreams quickly," George winked at Lawrence, "Even if you, like Percy, have the same ambitions as the Minister of Magic, we'll be responsible for helping you get rid of Percy and leaving you with one less opponent."

"Oh, less stupid." The three of them laughed as they drank all the drinks in their hands.

"The future is really promising, isn't it?" Lawrence thought so, and then he heard two short conversations beside him,

"My name is Luna. Lovegood, some people call me a crazy girl."

"My name is Lawrence. Rovand, Peeves call me the Kobold of the Weasley Twins."

"Gee, it's not easy to have a nickname in the first grade." Lawrence said with a smile, the surroundings were brighter and warmer, the air was filled with the aroma of food, this was the saloon of Gryffindor,

There were three men sitting in armchairs by the fire, eating pies brought out of the kitchen, and they did not speak, nor did they notice Lawrence standing in the crackling fire,

"The Mirror of Eris, I wonder where it is now?" Lawrence he looked out the window at the horizon, the glimmer of sunlight illuminating the line,

"Touch—" The door of the carriage opened, and two identical-looking red-haired little imps probed into the carriage,

"Is there anyone sitting here?" The twins asked in unison,

......Eleven-year-old Lawrence took his eyes off Standard Spells Episode 5, glanced at them, and then looked back at the book,

The twins looked at each other, then asked again in a louder voice, "Is anyone sitting here?"

"......," said eleven-year-old Lawrence, looking up impatiently from his book, "Look carefully with your eyes, does it look like a person is seated?" Even if someone with the illusion spell sits there, the mat will sink down."

The twins glanced at each other, and then exited the box with a tacit understanding and came to the corridor of the train.

Lawrence was watching all this with tears and laughter,

"That's all there is to it, George." One of the twins looked at his brother seriously,

"Looks like that's all there is to it, Fred." The other twin, known as George, said with a painful face, and then the two of them took out a "Dr. Feili's Magical Water Burning Heatless Fireworks".

"It's still the old one, I'm really nostalgic." Lawrence said with a smile,

He watched as the twins threw fireworks into the box to scare his eleven-year-old self, but he didn't expect that less than a second after throwing them in, the fireworks flew back in front of them, and a loud explosion sounded in the corridor of the train.

On this day, regarded by the Weasley twins as a blot on their long career as pranksters, their first prank five minutes after entering school ended in failure.

Lawrence, who was standing on the sidelines, laughed at the twins' surprised, stunned, and disgraced expressions, but his smile finally froze on his face, and he didn't know what he was laughing at.

The silver mist dissipated at some point, and Lawrence stood alone in the darkness, looking around blankly,

There was a crowd in the dark, Lawrence intuitively walked there, he went straight through the crowd, he saw himself in the crowd, no one looked at him, but before they touched him, they would automatically move their position, people always came and went, but he was always alone,

The people were gone, and then he saw the day he had been reluctant to remember,

"Give me that red ball." A woman's voice said that she was preparing the decorations for her birthday,

"Okay." The young child said in a milky voice, he looked up at his mother standing on the ladder, he stood on the sofa and held the ball and it was difficult to hand it to her, just as he was thinking about what to do, the ball in his hand floated up,

"Mom, look, look." The child said excitedly,

"Did you bring it? Awesome – what are you doing?" The woman turned around and was about to praise him, but what she saw shocked her.

"What are you doing?" The woman's screaming questioning, fear made her tone change, and a man walked out of the bedroom with a gift box, and gasped when he saw the picture,

"Poof", the colored ball fell to the ground out of control, and the young child was at a loss, not knowing what happened to his parents?

"No...... It's okay," the woman seemed to think she was dazzled, "give me the ball."

"Oh." As soon as the voice fell, the colored ball on the ground floated up and flew to the place where the woman could just get the ball.

"To you." The child tilted his head and smiled, hoping to be appreciated, but all he responded to was a terrifying scream,

The woman fell down the ladder in fright, but she did not fall to the ground, but floated in mid-air, the man rushed over to help her, and the woman looked at the overwhelmed child after landing and slapped him hard,

"You monster."

The "......" child was beaten so that his eyes were full of stars, and before he could react, his neck was tightly strangled, and the magic began to get out of control, and the things around him began to float,

"Oh! Oh my God, demons, demons." A woman's frightened voice,

"Don't do that, Lisa, calm down." A man's voice shouted,

"Bump—" There was a loud bang, and the man and woman looked at the door at the same time, and the tyrannical flames swept into the house, and their pupils reflected the flames that were getting closer and closer, and they couldn't react at all.

A soft glow spread from the young child, firmly blocking the path of the flames, and the tyrannical flames could only surround the protection, burning down most of the houses,

The woman and the man lay unconscious on the ground unharmed,

The child's instinctive protection was gone, and he lay on the couch, the cold winter wind pouring into the house, which was no longer sheltered from the wind and rain, but none of this was colder than his heart.

"Why? Am I doing something wrong?"

Lawrence remembered that he had come here under Voldemort's magic,

"Do you enjoy the memories of despair?" Lawrence remembered that night three years ago, and this time there was no fragment of the Philosopher's Stone to help him stop the spell.

"Is it just that you can't accept magic?" Lawrence whispered, letting himself fall backwards into the darkness, in the darkness, mysterious creatures were singing, but the inexplicable song seemed to re-nourish the thought of hope in his desperate heart,

"It's ...... Is the phoenix singing?"

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Lawrence opened his eyes, and what greeted him was the ceiling of the hospital wing, which had no windows, and he couldn't tell the time with his eyes.

It was quiet, perhaps at midnight, Lawrence judged and sat up, his movements evidently startling the other man lying on the side of the bed,

"Oh, Lawrence, you're awake, wait a minute, I'll call you, the healer—"

In the dark room, her short silver hair reflected a pair of beautiful and amazing blue eyes,

Such beautiful blue eyes, Lawrence thought, he was a little puzzled, why did he seem to have such a thought?

"That's—wait a minute," Lawrence called out to her, she turned back, their eyes met, Lawrence thought what he was expecting, and asked thoughtlessly, "Who are you?"

He regretted it a little after asking, wouldn't it be too direct to ask like this?

"My name is Fleur," she said, and the girl who called herself Fleur replied with a smile, "Fleur. Delacour."