"I think I understand what you mean, Moody's class does make people—" Harry said to Lawrence and the twins in the saloon next Tuesday night, as he and Ron were making up their divination homework,

"I think he really understands a lot," Ron said, "but it's not that comfortable - look at Neville."

"What's wrong with him?" Lawrence frowned, he saw Neville's eyes red, reading a heavy book,

"Moody demonstrated the unforgivable spell," Harry said, "I think you're right, it's a little too much."

"Moody called Neville over after class." Ron said,

"He gave Neville a copy of The Wonders of the Mediterranean Aquatic Plants and Their Properties." Harry said,

"Nice book—hey, Crookshan," Lawrence said, and Crookhill jumped on the table, staring at Harry and Ron's homework with a reproachful "purr" that made Lawrence laugh,

"He knows you're making things up." Fred probe,

"I have to say you guys had a miserable weekend." George sarcastic,

"That's what the old liar likes." Unmoved, Ron continued to describe the future full of tragedy,

"She had to make a prophecy that I would die a terrible death every time she went to class," Harry said, "the difference is that the omen of death is different every time."

When the entrance to the portrait opened and Hermione climbed into the Gryffindor Tower, there was no one in the saloon but them, the twins were practicing the silent spell on the side, Lawrence looked at an old brick book, Hermione walked over, she was carrying a box, and there was a ding-dong crashing sound from inside,

"Good," Hermione smiled, "I'm done."

"I'm done, too." Ron was declared victorious, he threw down the quill pen,

"You're not going to be doing well next month, are you?" Hermione scoffed, looking at Ron's prophecy work, "Don't you think it's made up?"

"You say that," Ron feigned anger, "we work like house-elves."

"I'm glad you thought that." Hermione raised an eyebrow, Harry finished his homework at this time, he looked up,

"What's that?" Harry asked, pointing to the box,

"Maybe you mail-order our products?" Fred showed a touched expression,

"It's so outrageous, Hermione," said George, "tell us and we'll help you get a discount."

"Really?" Ron's eyes widened, staring at the box, as if he was afraid that it would explode in the next second,

"Don't be stupid," Hermione said, opening the box, revealing the badge inside, "It's S. P.e.w."

"Spit on?" The twins asked in unison,

"House-Elf Advocacy," Hermione corrected, "S-P-E-W, or Elf Welfare Association for short."

"I've never heard of it." Ron said,

"Of course, because that's what I just founded." Hermione said, and the five boys met with eye contact for a moment,

"How many members have you recruited?" Ron asked cautiously,

"Counting you, it's exactly six." Hermione said,

"I think it's time for us to go back to our dorm, Lawrence." Fred jumped up from his seat, "Wake up early tomorrow."

"Good idea." George said that they couldn't help but say that they would pull Lawrence away,

"I'll tell you tomorrow morning about the meeting we're waiting for—" Hermione shouted behind them,

"Doesn't sound great, does it?" George said, "House-elf advocacy? She's kidding."

"Hopefully Harry and Ron can stop him." Fred prayed,

"I think it's hard." Lawrence said.

These days, Lawrence and the twins have been avoiding Hermione, because they also know from Harry and Ron that Hermione is passionate about her plans.

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with that organization." Lawrence said that they quietly walked out of the hall as they saw Hermione explaining to a group of freshmen. Significance of P.e.w,

"Of course, we all know," said George, "but we don't have time for this yet, do we?"

"There's less class," Fred said bitterly, "but there's more homework, damn silent spell."

"Do you think Moody is really going to sneak up on us?" George asked,

"I think it's likely." Lawrence replied, and after starting the afternoon Defence Against the Dark Arts class, his suspicions were confirmed,

"I think he must be crazy." Fred touched the bruise in his left eye,

"Does he really think of the Auror Training Class as an Auror Training Class?" George was incredulous and they looked at Lee. Jordan was doing complex gymnastic moves on the table,

"I thought he would sneak up on people with a spell, but I didn't think his so-called spell was a Imperius Curse." Lawrence complained that he was in a relationship with Lee. Jordan spaced twins, causing the warning to be too slow,

"When he wakes up, I'll settle accounts with him." Fred complained that he was sitting on Lee. Jordan's right-hand side, Lee. Jordan gave Fred a punch under Moody's control,

"That's terrible," Moody shook his head, and as he spoke, more people began to make strange movements, apparently Moody took the opportunity to control a few more people,

"I told you, be vigilant at all times!" Moody roared, and with a wave of his wand, he unfastened the Imperius Curse,

"Professor, it's not legal, the Ministry of Magic doesn't allow it—" said a Slytherin student disgruntled, having just inserted his wand into his nostrils under Moody's control,

"Deng Bulido agrees with me to let you experience it and learn how to fight it." Moody said impatiently, "Use your willpower to resist control, or use your wand—remember—"

"Be vigilant at all times!" Moody roared,

"Look at what he said," after class, Lee. Jordan complained that his whole body was aching right now because he had done too many strange movements, "It was too difficult."

"Better than me," George shook his head, "and he actually made me walk around the classroom upside down."

"Lawrence hasn't been attacked once," Fred pointed to the fact that "Moody—?"

"Knock knock—" Moody limped behind them,

"Hey, Mr. Rovand," Moody hissed, "come here, come here, kid, let's talk about this lesson."

The four students exchanged glances, and Lawrence walked over,

"We'll have dinner in the lobby." Fred shouted, and Lawrence waved to hear,

"What do you think of the course?" They came to Moody's office, and Moody asked,

"It's too much." Lawrence replied, and Moody let out a roaring laugh, and Lawrence noticed a mirror behind him, which was a demon mirror, with a vague figure shaking in it, (Note 1)

"Of course, of course," Moody said, "I've noticed that you're refusing to cast the Requisition Charm."

"Isn't that bad?" Lawrence asked,

"How?" Moody said, feeling a little nervous as he touched the secret sensor on the table that had been vibrating, "Wizards like you and Albus certainly don't bother to use this power."

"Aren't you like that?" Lawrence frowned, "More than half of the dark wizards in Azkaban were captured by you."

"Ah, yes, in those days, there were so many dark wizards who died at the hands of the Aurors," Moody's face darkened, he took out the curved bottle he had brought with him, took a sip, he gestured to his face, Lawrence knew he was referring to the scar on his face, "I just paid a little price and captured them alive."

Lawrence was silent, Moody closed the bottle, and he stared at Lawrence, both intact and blue,

"Let's get down to business," Moody said, "and I hope you'll be my assistant in the next class."

"Huh?" Lawrence was surprised,

"We're going to have a real combat drill in our next class, the two of us, to demonstrate a wizard duel," Moody said, "The students are too unguarded these days, and of course, I've noticed that you're always on your toes, and that's good."

"Is it a silent spell?" Lawrence asked,

"If you could, of course it would be the best," Moody said, the corners of his mouth rising as he pulled the scar from his face, and his big, round blue eyes began to roll again, "I don't think it's too early, you should go to the hall for your dinner."

"So we're going to get a double whammy from you and Moody's next week?" Fred complained that his eyes were swollen and apparently they had made a trip to the hospital room first.

"Don't make a fuss," said George sadly, taking a portion of the drumsticks, "my head still hurts."

"It's just a wizard duel," Lawrence rolled his eyes, "and it's not like I'm going to sneak up on you with Moody."

Harry and Ron slowly approached them, their faces not very good,

"We got the highest marks for our divination homework." Harry said,

"That's good." George said,

"Not at all." Ron said that he and Harry sat down and began to complain that Professor Crylawney had done a lot of divination work.

"There's more," Fred said gloatingly, "Professor McGonagall's homework will take you an entire week."

"Hermione went to the library?" George was alert and looked left and right,

"Yes." Harry replied,

"Oh no," Ron cried out in despair, "we've done enough—"

"Is she still doing that 'vomit'?" Fred asked,

"I've been doing a lot of homework lately." Harry recalled, "She's almost always in the library."

"I don't think she gave up," Ron shrewdly said, "She's just looking for another good time, and last time she told us if we could write some promotional materials about 'spit' on your product packaging—"

"Then our product will be boycotted by all wizarding families who have house-elves." George said,

"I really don't understand why she thinks house-elves need time off and paychecks." Ron said, "I mean, they like to do these things."

"Maybe it's because we Muggle-born wizards are more or less discriminated against," Lawrence said, "and how much does that make us unhappy, and Hermione's sense of justice is a little – uh – excessive?"

"Or a little nosy?" Harry grinned,

"By the way, Hermione wants us to tell you," Ron said, "and if you avoid her any longer, she'll tell Mom about your recruitment of test testers."

"Hey, even Professor McGonagall doesn't care about that." Fred protested,

"Go and tell her yourselves." Ron shook his head, continuing to struggle with the food on his plate,

"Well, I think," George said, looking at Fred, "we can put some words on the packaging that preach caring for the elves."

"But I don't mention pay or leave." Fred agreed.

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Author's Note: Recently, I've felt that my discipline value is dropping rapidly......

Note 1: The Foe-glass Lu version is translated into the Demon Mirror, which I think is a bit strange, and the Taiwan version is translated into the enemy mirror.

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