On the last day of October in the midst of a raging storm, Lawrence opened his eyes, it was Halloween, and the Gryffindor Tower was always very quiet on the morning of the holiday.

In addition to the sound of wind and rain banging on the windows, Lee. Jordan's shallow breathing, along with Fred and George's regular snoring, were the only sounds in the dormitory.

There is actually another reason for being so quiet, just in the early hours of this morning, the four people in this dormitory have celebrated Lawrence's birthday a little, from the various empty glass bottles on the floor, and the faint smell of alcohol in the air, it is not difficult to imagine how late they have been making trouble.

Lawrence scooped up a few packages from the ground and opened them one by one, the Duke of Honey chocolate gift box from Harry, Ron and Hermione, the birthday card co-written by the members of the Order of the Phoenix, the hand-knitted scarf from Fleur, and finally an unexpected gift, an old, but well-maintained gold pocket watch,

The long gold bracelet was connected to the clockwork, and on the gold case of the pocket watch, a curved old tree was engraved, and a beautiful rabbit was engraved, revealing its head and half of its body from behind the tree, and Lawrence opened the letterhead attached with the pocket watch.

"This is a pocket watch that has been passed down from generation to generation in the family of Ravand,

My father passed it on to me when I was an adult.

Now this is the item you should get.

Mr. Ravander

Lawrence then opened the case, the time of the watch stopped at midnight, and it was unknown how long it would take to send the package from Muggles to Hogholds, but it was clear that the pocket watch had to be timed and wound before it could be used again.

Lawrence didn't care, grabbed the robe on the side and put it on his body, stuffed the pocket watch into his pocket randomly, and wrapped the scarf given by Fleur, and then he felt that in the other pocket, the small bag with the two-way mirror was heating up slightly, he grabbed the copy of "Extreme Transfiguration" and stuffed him into the backpack, and then left the dormitory lightly, without disturbing the roommates who were sleeping.

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"I'm glad to see you around it." Fleur looked at her knitted scarf through the mirror,

Lawrence was holding a mirror in one hand as he walked down the stairs of the dormitory to the Gryffindor Saloon, which was obviously not a great place to chat despite being on holiday, but there were still three or five small groups moving together.

"Speaking of scarves, Hermione has been knitting a lot lately," Lawrence said, adding to Fleur's raised eyebrows, "She knitted them for the house-elves, and she put them in the corner of the saloon in the hope of freeing the house-elves at Hogwarts."

"Hmm...... It's fun." Fleur replied with a smile, but Lawrence didn't notice, her eyes darkened, but she quickly moved her mirror to the breakfast she was eating,

"Hey, you're doing that to a hungry man?" Lawrence joked that he wanted to find a place where he could read quietly and chat with Fleur, but when he saw the food in the mirror, he changed his steps and decided to go to the hall to find food first.

"Who told you to wake up so late, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Fleur turned the mirror to herself again,

"Sorry, we were too late last night." Lawrence hurriedly reassured Fleur, and then he stepped into the hall, and then Lawrence showed Fleur the variety of breakfast at Hogwarts, and they began to discuss their preferences about the different types of breakfast in England and France.

"I'd like to find a place to read the Extreme Transfiguration, I've already read a few chapters of it," Lawrence didn't stay in the hall for long, just hurriedly stuffed a few mouthfuls of breakfast, and said to Fleur, "but Professor McGonagall told me that it was best not to be seen by anyone else."

"That's dangerous, isn't it?" Fleur frowned a little incomprehensibly, "Those magical transformations are not very good-looking, and I don't want to see you without hair or nose."

"Maybe I'll have a lion's mane and become shaggy?" Lawrence joked, but Fleur didn't laugh,

"You're just researching, aren't you?" Fleur's voice was slightly raised and asked,

"If I do become furry, will you like it?" Lawrence didn't realize the change in Fleur's tone, but continued to joke, "But that shouldn't give me any strength, if I had to choose—"

"Lawrence," Fleur intensified, interrupting the spirited Lawrence, "you promised Professor Dumbledore, you just—"

"Yes, I just want to know—his secret." Lawrence said impatiently,

"Lawrence, you have to promise me." Fleur said seriously,

"I don't know what to say about it, Fleur," Lawrence put away all his expressions, and then he looked at Fleur in compromise, "But if you insist, I promise."

The atmosphere was a little stiff, they hastily stopped the contact with the two-way mirror, Lawrence was a little frustrated, as their respective lives became busier and busier, it was difficult for them to contact each other every day or two as they did at the beginning of the semester, but today's contact had a dispute,

Lawrence irritably pushed open the classroom in the prefect's conference room, and then went into the student council president's office even deeper, thinking that no one should be there at this time,

But he was wrong, the stove in the office was blazing, Rose. Selwyn was sitting on a chaise longue by the fire, sipping a glass of wine in his right hand and playing with a lily in his left hand.

"Ah, sorry, that's not lucky." Selwyn put down her glass and covered the lily with her right hand, and when she let go, the lily had turned into a rose,

"You look irritable." Selwyn said with a calm expression, and this time she picked up the wine glass and drank the remnants of the wine inside.

"Why do you think that?" Lawrence asked, hesitated for a moment, and instead of exiting the room, he came to his desk seat,

"I wasn't just asking, I'm affirming." Selwyn said,

"Okay, but it's none of your business, right?" Lawrence didn't want to go on talking about it,

"You don't have to be so vigilant, or are you Gryffindors so good at dividing your own factions?"

"What do you mean?"

"I've been wondering, you seem to have misunderstood something, you think most of the pure-blood families are on the side of the Dark Lord?"

"Isn't it?" Lawrence asked rhetorically, "Is it true that at least twelve of the famous Divine Twenty-Eight are on his side?" (Note 1)

"You know a lot, at least I can't count twelve." Selwyn looked surprised, but she didn't bother with the twelve, "But I hope you don't count all of Selwyn, it's not fair."

"Isn't that so?" Lawrence was puzzled,

"We're not like the pathetic family that has only one left," Selwyn scoffed, "There are quite a few branches of the Selwyns, and now that the Weasleys are considered pure-blood traitors, we receive countless letters every year that we want to be included in the family tree—so many that they can be used as firewood." (Note 2)

「……」

"There's really no sense of humor, that's a boast, of course," Selwyn said, waving her hand, her pale cheeks, which seemed to be slightly red from the drink, "Just take a look at that Pureblood List, who of us 'really' old pure-blood families would need to claim to be pure-bloods?"

"But I happen to know that the Black family's genealogy says Forever Pure?" Lawrence retorted,

"That's a family motto, what Blake family member have you ever seen who would be questioned for being of impure blood?" Selwyn's expression read, 'Less stupid,' and he said in a bored tone,

"After Nott compiled the Pureblood List, which recorded the so-called Holy Twenty-Eight, the Weasleys declared in public more than once that their family was mixed with Muggle blood, but who would dare to kick the Weasleys out of the house except to call them 'pure-blood traitors'? They only dare to bully the Potters, who have no political power, and they have to find a reason that this is a common Muggle surname."

"So the person who wrote it was really Nott?" Lawrence's interest was piqued by Selwyn's words, and he asked with great interest,

"That's what most people say," said Lowe unconcernedly, "and they have enough reasons to do so, in addition to being related to our really old families, why not take the Malfoys' gold?"

"What?" Lawrence crooked the corners of his mouth,

"A history known to many families, the previous generations of the Malfoys were one of the closest Muggle wizarding families, the first of whom was Lucius. Malfoy was a suitor of Muggle Queen Elizabeth I."

"What?" Lawrence felt his face crooked,

"If nothing else, everyone knows that the family was a strong opponent of the 1692 Statute of Secrecy, and rumours have it that this was because they would have to give up an exchange of interests with the Muggle elite if the Act was implemented...... Why do you have such a blank expression?" (Note 3)

「…… I don't think I'll be surprised today," Lawrence replied honestly, rubbing his face, and Selwyn giggled as he heard it, "I've never seen this history in a book."

"Do you know the Fosco family?" Selwyn stopped smiling and asked,

"There's a headmaster of Hogwarts who seems to be called Dexter? Fosco?" Lawrence replied, then he hesitated for a moment and gave a strange expression, "The ice cream parlor in Diagon Alley?"

"Oh, yes, this is this Fosco," Selwyn nodded, "As far as I know, their family knows all kinds of history of the wizarding world—at least European-wide, and no one knows it better."

"But why are you telling me so many things?" Lawrence frowned,

"Well, you've finally asked this question, it's actually my father who sees your future as promising, and is worried that his cousin has gone with the Dark Lord's faction, and I happen to be the president of the schoolgirls' council, so he ordered me to befriend you." Selwyn sighed and said, Lawrence guessed that his expression must be wonderful now,

"'It would be nice if I could turn him into a son-in-law.'" These are his exact words." Rose continued to talk to herself, then shrugged her shoulders again, "It's a pity he didn't expect you to already have a girlfriend, and you're the flower of Delacul, how can I have a chance of winning?"

"......" Lawrence originally thought that he would no longer be surprised today, but the reality is always more unexpected than imagined.

"Or did you just get a little moved?" Rose looked disgusted, "You don't want to break up just because you had a fight, do you?"

"Oh, shut up, we didn't argue—" Lawrence replied unhappily, then paused, and found himself unable to refute,

「…… Why don't you continue?" Selwyn's eyes flashed with inexplicability, and at that moment, Lawrence thought that he had seen the gossip reporter who had been treated badly by Hermione. Skeeter

"I've told you so much, you should tell me a little bit, right?" Selwyn said with a chuckle, her whole temperament changed, she raised her hand and stroked her long smooth hair, and her demeanor exuded an indescribable elegance,

"Quarrelsome, that's it." Lawrence muttered, "She doesn't trust me."

"Well, I hope you can reconcile quickly, or you'll regret something that happened," Selwyn said, "It's not that good right now, is it?"

"You—"

Selwyn got up on his own, ignoring Lawrence's shouts, and left the student council president's office, Lawrence shook his head, he didn't think about the elusive Slytherin, but pulled out the "Extreme Transfiguration" in his backpack and began to read the contents,

I don't know how long it took, Lawrence felt a cold, he looked up, only to find that the flame in the furnace had been quietly extinguished.

He suddenly remembered that he didn't recall the nightmare of his four-year-old year today, and that nightmare didn't know when, it seemed to be very far away from him, and it was clear that at the beginning of this summer's vacation, he would dream of it almost every day.

"I hope you can reconcile soon, otherwise something happened and you will regret it."

Selwyn's words flashed through his heart, Lawrence took out the two-way mirror and called Fleur's name softly, but he didn't get a response, because Fleur didn't bring a mirror with her when she went on a mission, Lawrence could only look at his irritated and frustrated face in the mirror.

"I hope that while you are still young, you can pursue those beautiful things, and this set of mirrors will help us get through the helplessness of sometimes separating the two places."

Lawrence remembers Nicol. That's what Mr. Lemei said when he handed him this set of mirrors again, but what Mr. Lemei didn't tell him was that even if there were mirrors, the helplessness and anxiety separating the two places would not disappear so easily.

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Note 1: Lawrence counts Gaunt to Voldemort, but in reality, Gaunt should be considered exterminator

Note 2: In the book, Umbridge tries to pretend to be of Selwyn ancestry in Episode 7.

Note 3: With the exception of Malfoy's gold, which was included in the Pureblood List, all other information about the Malfoy family is actually recorded in Pottermore.