The office is not very big, but it has everything you need, and as soon as you enter the door, you can see the common Hogwarts fireplace on the left, with a blackboard hanging above the fireplace, and a few armchairs in front of the fireplace. Miss Selwyn was sitting there, her shoulders rising and falling with her regular breathing,

There are two desks on the right hand side of the door, and behind the desks there is a whole wall of bookcases, and on the wall facing the door, a large part of it is covered with photographs - of course, they are all moving.

Lawrence removed the debris-ridden wastepaper basket in the middle of the road, which he guessed might be the result of the hard work of a prefect.

Without having to cross-reference the list of contraband posted on the blackboard, Lawrence knew that it must have been confiscated this semester, because he saw Fred and George's retractable ears in it.

Lawrence walked around the armchair to the wall covered with photographs, he guessed that each photo was taken by the male and female student presidents of that year, he searched for a while and then bent down, he found the photo that confirmed his suspicion,

Lawrence had heard many people describe what Harry looked like to his parents, but Lawrence had to agree that their descriptions were indeed appropriate, Harry and his father were made of the same mold, they both had black messy hair, and Harry's green, almond-shaped eyes were exactly like her mother's.

"Laughing a lot, right? Mr. and Mrs. Potter."

"yes." Lawrence replied, and he turned his head to see Selwyn stretching out in his armchair, and then stood up, walked over to Lawrence, and learned him to bend down and look at the picture,

"What a good couple, isn't it?" Selwyn said, "But dead, it's all over."

"It's not over yet," Lauren said, "Harry is still there."

"Death is over," Selwyn said, her emotionless eyes meeting Lawrence, "nothing worse than death."

"Yes," Lawrence said, "Voldemort is back, and I believe it's worse than death."

"But for some," Selwyn offered another perspective, "it's not."

"Perhaps." Lawrence had no intention of continuing the topic, and so was Selwyn,

"I've heard a saying," said Selwyn, "I've heard she didn't have to die."

"Who said that?" Lawrence asked,

"That's a lot of news, and I'm in a family like this, and I've always heard some news that ordinary people can't receive," Selwyn replied softly, "Actually, most of the time, the Dark Lord only attacks those who are of pure blood and who are fighting hard against him, and defeating them is the Dark Lord's medal of invincibility, and it is the responsibility of the Death Eaters to kill those Muggle-born wizards."

"I think your news is out of date, Voldemort is no longer what he was then," Lawrence said quietly, "and as far as I know, he killed more than one unarmed wizard and Muggle last year."

"Maybe you're right." Selwyn said Lawrence carefully peeled the photograph of the Porters as student council presidents off the wall.

"I'd like to get someone to make a copy of it, and I think Harry will love this." Lawrence explained, holding the photo in a book and putting it in his backpack.

"Whatever you want, I think this office is ours now." Selwyn replied, and they picked up the list of labor services on their desks, and a few lists of dangerous people from each college that Filch had provided—Fred and George's names were tied for the first place, and they circled them in red ink,

The sound of walking and talking sounded outside the office, and many prefects had already come to the conference room outside, Lawrence and Selwyn briefly discussed the meeting process, and then pushed the door back to the conference room, and the two walked to the rostrum in the center with loud steps,

Of course, the twenty-four prefect seats were not filled, and only two of the eight seats representing the fifth prefects in the first row came, all of whom were Hufflepuff students, but most of the sixth and seventh prefects were seated.

"I don't think anyone will come again?" Lawrence said in a relaxed tone, and a good-natured laugh rang out, and Lawrence gestured to the position of representing Hufflepuff and continued,

"I've noticed that while most of the fifth-year prefects are busy getting their grades up to the standard of general witchcraft, the Hufflepuff prefects are in their first meeting for the one hundred and ninety-sixth in a row."

Diggory took the lead in the third row and shouted, and then the Hufflepuff sixth and seventh graders clapped their hands. McMillan and Hannah. Aibo looked at the positions in the same row with a puzzled face, all of which were empty,

"I don't know much about the other houses, but the two from my own house, one is busy with homework, and the other is busy knitting scarves to liberate the house-elves from all over Hogwarts." In the midst of laughter, Lawrence coughed lightly, and Selwyn waved his wand and sent a list to each prefect,

"In the first week of school, as is customary, violations of school rules and the use of contraband are particularly serious," Selwyn began, "You can see the list in your hand, and it is a list of the punishments for each of your colleges."

"If you want me to say, Slytherin is really not as good as one session," Selwyn said coldly, and the three Slytherin sixth and seventh prefects who were still talking were instantly silent, "How can so many fools be caught using magic in the hallway?"

"Actually, being served by labor is not a big deal, when I was in the first year, I worked with the Weasley twins all day long," Lawrence continued, waving his wand to send another list down, "Also, this is what Filch asked me to send to you, the list of dangerous people in each house, Filch has warned us more than once, to take care of the students of our own house, and not to be hung to the ceiling by him if he finds an opportunity."

"In my opinion, we just need to tell these students that they are already targeted by Filch, and that's fine." Selwyn spoke, Lawrence nodded in agreement, and Selwyn continued, "Regarding the student report, the leak—"

"Bumper bumper."

A loud knock interrupted Selwyn's words, and everyone looked to the door, the wooden door was opened, and Umbridge was still wearing the plush pink cardigan, she swung her head, and the heels of her shoes slammed against the marble floor, making a screeching sound,

Umbridge walked to the podium and stopped, then raised his head vigorously and stared at the two people standing on the stage, but Lawrence and Selwyn did not move, but stared straight back at her, and they both stared at each other for a long time.

"Excuse me?" As if pretending to see them now, Umbridge said in a sweet voice, "Both?"

"Why are you here?" Selwyn asked unceremoniously, Umbridge's smirk froze there, and surprisingly, Umbridge didn't jump to punish Selwyn for labor services as Lawrence thought,

"Of course I'll be here, Miss Selwyn," Umbridge replied with a smirk, "I'm the High Inquisitor at Hogwarts."

"So?"

"I heard that the prefects, who represent the elite of the school, are meeting here, so I came to meet you."

Umbridge didn't continue to stand next to the rostrum, she could see that the two people on the stage didn't plan to give up their seats for her to stand up, she hurriedly walked to the rostrum,

Lawrence noticed that Umbridge did not seem to intend to offend Selwyn, and even slightly scolded her, by this time, Umbridge was already standing in front of the rostrum, and began her speech,

"Prefects, you are all elites in all grades," Umbridge said, "and the school thinks that you have qualities that other students don't have, and that you can manage your own students well."

"From the Ministry's point of view, students who have been prefects or even student council presidents during their studies are our priority targets, and furthermore, if you have the same kindness to the Ministry, we can offer priority job opportunities after graduation, or higher positions." Umbridge said in one paragraph,

"How can that be considered to be the same kindness to the Ministry of Magic?" The seventh-year male prefect in Slytherin asked,

"Good question," Umbridge praised, "everyone knows that the Ministry of Magic has been plagued by false rumors for months."

"So just report to you who's saying that?"

"It's that simple," Umbridge said, "not only to spread rumors, but to inform me if anyone goes astray and listens to them."

"Anyway, it's to you?? Just make a small report?" Lawrence couldn't help but laugh, and Umbridge turned around and smirked at Lawrence, looking up hard,

"Work with me to stop the spread of the message," Umbridge said in a sweet, greasy tone, "and it's good for maintaining stability in the wizarding world."

"I thought the way to maintain stability in the wizarding world was to find Voldemort and kill him as soon as possible?" Lawrence replied calmly, and a burst of inhalation sounded, and almost everyone gasped when they heard the word Voldemort and Lawrence's words,

"Not a smart choice, Rovande," Umbridge's smile vanished, "the Minister has high expectations of you, but now it seems a pity—."

"You're the second person this semester who told me to make smart choices." Lawrence replied calmly, "If you make a choice, there will be gains and costs, and there is nothing to be sorry about."

"So you think you can afford it, don't you?" Umbridge's expression was like that of a toad ready to swallow a fat fly, "Let's wait and see, Rovande, the minister and I will prove who is in charge of Britain now."

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Note 1: Fabricated names