On the first day of school, Ron received a roaring letter from Mrs. Weasley, and Lawrence and the twins were not surprised by this.

"Lawrence......" Ron looked at Lawrence with pleading eyes, but Lawrence only shrugged his shoulders and then took a bowl of cereal porridge to watch the play,

"—stole the car—if the school expels you—I won't be surprised at all—" Mrs. Weasley's angry roar was at least a hundred times louder than usual,

"It's a sight to behold." Fred took a sip of cereal and expressed his thoughts,

"We can't always be acting, it's good to watch others act once in a while." George looked at Ron and Harry, whose faces were flushed, with interest,

"Looks like Mrs. Weasley is in good spirits?" Lawrence drank cereal and smashed his mouth,

"If—if you dare to make any more mistakes, I'll go to school and take you home at once—" The shouting letter ended with Mrs. Weasley's ultimatum, and Lawrence and the twins clapped their hands unsympathetically, barely shouting "One more time."

"Are you happy? Mr. Rovander and the two Weasleys?" Professor McGonagall appeared behind them with a black face,

"Ugh...... Professor." Fred hurriedly corrected his attitude,

"We didn't do anything." George raised his hands high to show his innocence,

"At least not yet." Lawrence added,

"I just wanted to give you this year's class schedule, by the way—" Professor McGonagall looked at them, "your first class was my Transfiguration, I hope you don't get late."

The three of them nodded again and again to indicate that they would never be late, and Professor McGonagall let them go and continued to send Gryffindor students' schedules.

George took advantage of Professor McGonagall's turn of his head and quickly lit a "Dr. Flygt's Magical Water-Burning Heatless Fireworks", and then threw it to Fred, who threw the fireworks vigorously, and the sparks drew a perfect parabola in the air, and it fell into a pot of cereal porridge on the Slytherin table, instantly detonating a rain of cereal, and the three of them quickly fled the scene amid a burst of shouting.

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"You're at a very important stage of magical education." Professor McGonagall said to the complaining students after a large pile of homework, "Your ordinary witchcraft grading test—"

"That's in fifth grade, Professor." George yelled, and Fred grimaced with Lawrence,

"I think you should be ready." Professor McGonagall did not back down in the slightest, and said to Lawrence, who was playing around, "Mr. Rovande, although you are the only one in the class who has turned the porcupine into a qualified needle, I think it is too easy for you, so you should write an extra study and turn it in."

"Uh......" Lawrence stopped messing with Fred, he really realized what it meant to be in trouble,

"Got it?" Professor McGonagall stared sternly at the students through her square-rimmed glasses, "Class."

"Unlucky, Lawrence." Fred took his bag and said to him,

"The Traceless Stretching Charm should be enough, right?" Lawrence replied casually,

"You monster." The twins complained in unison,

"Don't worry about reporting such a trivial matter—" Lawrence said, and George rolled his eyes, "What's the afternoon class?"

"Ancient Scripts." Fred looked at the timetable and replied, "I don't know about Gildero. What about Lockhart's Defence Against the Dark Arts?"

"There's no class until tomorrow." George stared at the class schedule and said,

"Don't expect too much," Lawrence replied, at the Gorgeous and Stained Bookstore, Gildero. Lockhart gave him the impression of being more of a Muggle than a wizard,

And his feeling was not wrong, this afternoon, when they finished the ancient magic literature, the whole school heard the news of the "Cornwall Elf Massacre" that happened in the second year Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

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On Saturday, Fred and George were woken up early in the morning by Wood, and Lawrence was also suffering, but he was a little better, he could still meet Hermione and Ron in the hall, and the three of them took toast and jam and prepared to watch the Gryffindor team Quidditch training.

When they arrived at the stadium, Gryffindor's first-year Colin, who was in the stands taking pictures with great interest, and after a while, the Slytherin players suddenly appeared on the field, the practice was suspended, and there seemed to be some argument between the two sides, Lawrence and the others also went down to the stands to understand the situation.

Gryffindor and Slytherin didn't get along—or more appropriately as rivals, Lawrence thought it was just a competition between students, but he realized today that things might not be as simple as he thought,

When he heard Decora. Malfoy contemptuously called Hermione "Mudblood", Slytherin's captain Flint struggled to get in front of Decora to prevent Fred and George from smashing their fists in his face, Lawrence pulled out his wand, Flint's hand seemed to be on fire, and he had to let go of Fred and George,

"Get out of the way." Lawrence calmly said to Flint, and Ron, who was on the side, also raised his wand to Malfoy,

"What if I don't let it?" Flint glared at Lawrence, and he drew his wand, and the Slytherin members behind him also drew their wands.

"Oh?" Lawrence looked at them with a sneer, "Everyone must pay for their actions."

"You're only in the fourth grade, but I'm in the seventh grade." Flint looked at Lawrence's wand with some trepidation, and he threatened, "There are seven of us, and you are only one."

"Don't talk nonsense." Ron roared and shot a curse at Decora, but the spell rebounded back to him, but Ron's move caused the nervous seven people on the opposite side to shoot all kinds of curses at Lawrence,

But Lawrence was undaunted, and in the face of the flying spells, he summoned a shield to block the spells, and then blasted away a Slytherin member who had abandoned his wand and pounced on him for hand-to-hand combat, leaving him far down on the grass.

"The first." Lawrence said, he took a step forward, and with a wave of his wand, Flint fell straight down in pain as if he had been punched in the stomach, "The second one."

"Third, fourth." The other two team members who shot a curse were easily disarmed by Lawrence and hung upside down in the air, and the remaining two team members no longer dared to stand in front of Decora, and turned around to run, but were accurately knocked down by Lawrence, "Fifth, sixth."

"You...... You ......" Decora, who was alone, looked at Lawrence with his wand pointed at him with his wand wide open, and stammered,

"Ready to take responsibility for what you say?" Lawrence asked softly, and Decora's whole body floated,

"No, wait, Lawrence." Hermione said anxiously, she had just looked stupid like everyone present, Lawrence's movements were too fast, from Ron casting a spell and accidentally backfire, to Lawrence knocking down the last Slytherin member who wanted to escape, they didn't even have time to blink, the battle was over,

"That's it?" Lawrence raised an eyebrow and asked, he controlled his wand, directing Decora to fly left and right,

"Actually, I don't really know what a mudblood is—I mean, yes, look at Ron first." Hermione looked anxiously at Ron, who had already vomited slugs,

"I'm afraid I can't help it," Lawrence squinted at the entrance to the Slytherin locker room, "Who's that?"

"Snape?" Fred gasped,

"I'm sure he's been there in the first place." George roared, his fists clenched angrily,

"Lawrence. Rovander." Snape swept his cold eyes over the Slytherin students lying on the ground, then at the floating students and said, "I think you have to put them down."

Lawrence snorted coldly, flicked his wand, and the two Slytherin students fell to the ground, while Decora did two more turns in the air before landing,

"Follow me." Snape turned and strode away, Lawrence shook his head to stop his classmates who were about to protest, and he followed.

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Author's words: Damn, I'm really a little dazed, I didn't proofread again, I pasted the notes for the next chapter and waited for a ride back to school, and I would rent back the house in the evening.