With the arrival of June, Hogwarts students, whether they are usually hardworking or lazy, have begun to prepare for their final exams seriously.

Of course, as a representative of Hogwarts, Lawrence does not need to take the exam to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, but as Mr. Crouch said in the instructions of the first mission, this competition will consume a lot of time for the Warriors.

Fred and George left behind the development of new products and final exams to help Lawrence with his final preparations, although Lawrence suspected that this was just an excuse they didn't want to prepare for the final exam.

"Here's for you—" Fredsey gave Lawrence a plain-style black robe, but Lawrence discovered that the robe had the same protective magic as the robe worn by the twins during product development.

"We ground the shell of the snail into powder and made it into a paint," George explained, "and it can resist some of the more powerful spells, like basic fire, stun spells, and the like, and have the ability to bounce spells."

"But there are restrictions on use," Fred said, gesturing to the tattered robes piled up in the corner of the Room of Requirement, "and too much magic to resist."

"And this, our latest R&D—" George came out with a black glass orb, "an active swamp that can form a swamp on the ground, or up to ten feet without the aid of a spell—enough for you to seal a small section of the labyrinth."

"Psychedelic smoke," Fred pulled out another glass ball filled with silvery-white smoke, "and when it hits the floor, it will form a fog, and if you inhale the smoke, you will temporarily lose your sense of direction - watch out for the wind."

Lawrence blinked and was stunned for a long time, and George began to introduce another yellow glass ball, which would splash a large amount of slime when broken, sticking everything it touched.

"Okay, okay—" Lawrence scrambled to take over the various products developed by the twins, and he saw through the purpose of these product inventions at a glance, "How much do you want to tempt students to run out of their dorms in the middle of the night and run around school?"

"No, why do you think that?" Fred said solemnly,

"You know, we're graduating in one year," George nodded solemnly,

"As long as we pass the final exam this year." Fred added,

"We just want Filch to be in school for the rest of his life—" George answered,

"It's a little extra fun—"

"Some unexpected surprise?"

"Maybe it's an unexpected obstacle?"

"Increase his workload a little—"

"Especially after we graduate—"

"If no one is going to take over our ...... at the school Belch...... Career?" George glanced at Fred,

"Great cause—" Fred agreed, "somebody has to do this in our place, right?"

"Like the pointed forks and the big feet," George added with gusto, "what a great map."

Lawrence thought for a moment, should he tell the twins that Harry's father was a pointed fork, Sirius was a bigfoot, and Professor Lupin was a moon face?

"Anyway, I'll give you these gadgets," said George, "and tell us how you've used them."

"Especially when you can't use a wand," said Fred, "it's a good reference."

"Okay." Lawrence agreed, he didn't ask why Fred and George found themselves unable to use their wands, because he didn't particularly hide it, and it wasn't surprising that they both found it,

When Lawrence looked down and fiddled with the various props given to him by the twins, Fred and George exchanged a meaningful look, and Fred's eyes revealed a smug look that could not be hidden, rubbing his hands, and George reluctantly threw a gold Galleon.

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On the morning of the third mission, the Gryffindor table was noisier than usual, and despite the final exams today, everyone was looking forward to tonight's game, the owl mail arrived at the table as usual, and Lawrence took over the day's Daily Prophet from the claws of a horned eagle.

Lawrence glanced at the front page, his brow furrowed, and the twin brothers on the side looked over and saw a picture of Harry, as well as a big headline that spanned the entire page

"Harry Potter – Insane and Dangerous"

"Tsk," Fred snorted disdainfully after reading it, "I can't really find another name other than Malfoy."

"It's Rita again. Skeeter's report, right?" George said disapprovingly, "I doubt there are many people of normal intelligence who would believe these things."

"'The Ministry of Magic has received a number of anonymous complaints alleging that a dangerous person with mastery of the dark arts is intent on manipulating the Triwizard Tournament ......,'" Fred said, pointing to the newspaper, "If they're looking for someone who learns the Dark Arts, go to Slytherin and find a bunch of them."

"Maybe those guys still envy Harry for being a parseltongue." George sarcastically looked at the Slytherin table, facing the Malfoys at Harry's tongue and shaking like snakes.

Lawrence shook his head and began to settle the breakfast in front of him, Professor McGonagall got up and left the faculty chair and walked over to the table,

"Rovande—" Professor McGonagall shouted, "after breakfast, gather in the room next to the dining room, we've invited your family to watch the final mission."

"Family—?" Lawrence blinked, Professor McGonagall ignored him, and called out to Harry sitting at the other end of the table, Lawrence could only confirm to the twins sitting next to him that he had heard correctly, and then he turned to look at Harry, who also happened to look at him, and their expressions were puzzled, and their expressions were almost identical,

The dining room was slowly getting less crowded, Fred and George also left the dining room to take the last subject of the day, Fleur got up from the Ravenclaw table and walked into the side room, Wickdor also left the Slytherin table and walked in,

Lawrence and Harry looked at each other again, and neither of them had the desire to stand up, until the door of the room slammed open, and a person who surprised both Lawrence and Harry poked his head out. Weasley, he smiled at Lawrence and Harry, and waved again,

"I guess you two wanted to run away just now," Bill said with a laugh as the three of them walked into the room.

Victor was in the corner talking to his dark-haired parents, Fleur was talking to her mother at the other end of the room, her sister was waving at Harry and pulling her mother, pointing at Lawrence and speaking a long French, and in front of the fire in the room, Lawrence and Harry saw several unexpected visitors,

"Sirius—" Harry shouted in surprise, "Mrs. Weasley, Professor Lupin—"

"A surprise for you both," Mrs. Weasley smiled brightly, Sirius let out a dog-like laugh, and Remus smiled gently with a hint of tiredness as usual,

"Charlie wants to come over too," Bill explained, "but he can't find the time, and he says you've done a great job with dragons."

Mrs. Weasley and Bill pulled Harry to chat, while Sirius and Remus approached Lawrence,

"I've heard of your method through dragons," Remus said, "and it's an unexpected transfiguration."

"I didn't expect only one fighter to use the Conjunctiva Charm." Sirius said, laughing and teasing, "We're all old, Remus."

"Sirius bet you would use the Conjunctiva Charm," Remus explained with a laugh, "I didn't expect you to beat it in a more concise way."

"Sirius, Remus," Mrs. Weasley shouted, "Harry wants to show us around the school, don't you want to see what has changed in a few years?"

"Ah, we can't," Remus replied with a smile, glancing at Lawrence, "I was still here as a teacher last year—"

"I can't, I was last year—um—" Sirius said, looking at Harry's expectant look and smiling, "We'll have a chance to talk after lunch, Harry?"

"Oh, okay." Harry agreed,

"Lawrence?" Mrs. Weasley looked at Lawrence,

"I'd like to talk to Professor Lupin," Lawrence replied, feeling that the two men must have something to do with him before he declined Mrs. Weasley's invitation, "we haven't seen each other in a while."

"Oh, well," said Mrs. Weasley, regretfully, "then we'll see you at lunch."

Harry left the room with Mrs. Weasley and Bill, and the other two fighters took their families to show them around, leaving only Lawrence, Sirius, and Remus in the room, and the three of them found a chair in the corner and sat down.

"We've heard a lot of rumors," Remus lowered his voice, even though there was no one else in the room, "rumors about Voldemort."

"Dumbledore is thinking about reorganizing Phoenix—" Sirius said halfway through, raising an eyebrow at Remus's warning glance before changing the subject, "Our current judgment is that Voldemort wants to use the Triwizard Tournament to take Harry's life."

"But Dumbledore thinks," Remus said, "that despite all the signs that Voldemort is getting stronger, he is still very weak in nature."

"So?" Lawrence wondered,

"Dumbledore is sure," Sirius said with a frown, "he doesn't think Harry will be in any danger in the Triwizard Tournament."

"What?" Lawrence was surprised, he thought he had misheard, "There wouldn't be any danger?"

"A lot of times Dumbledore would make decisions that we couldn't understand," Remus said, "and we all knew that Dumbledore had sources we didn't know."

"But it's not hard to understand Dumbledore's judgment, because the Triwizard Tournament was held under Dumbledore's supervision," Sirius glanced at Remus, "but it's one thing to understand, it's another thing to agree—all indications are that Harry was forced to participate in the Triwizard Tournament."

"At the moment, it seems that the dangerous man hiding at Hogwarts has one last chance left." Remus said calmly, "At the last chance, I think he'll do his best."

"The third task," Sirius said, "Dumbledore doesn't suggest we ask you for a favor."

"He said you're busy trying to figure out how to restore the wand's power," Remus smiled narrowly, a smile that made Lawrence fidget, and he felt his face burn, "He thinks you're busy enough now—"

"Anyway, what we're going to ask you to do is—" Sirius said with a smile and a wink, "We want you to finish your third mission as soon as possible."

"As long as the third mission is over, no matter what the conspiracy of the dangerous person hiding in the shadows is, there will be no way to carry it out." Remus explains,

"You guys really have faith in me," Lawrence felt a little subtle, not knowing whether he should laugh at their request, "and actually want me to end the game as soon as possible."

"First of all, I'm rooting for Harry to win," Sirius snorted, "I just hope Harry is alive and well and making it through the Triwizard Tournament safely."

"Sirius means that from the last game, he hasn't seen a few wizards who can cast spells without a wand like you," Remus said with a laugh, "and even without a wand, we don't think there's a fighter who can bother you."

"And you don't want to lose, do you?" Sirius raised an eyebrow, "We don't think you're the kind of person who would give up half of your victory—throw the hell out of the international wizarding exchanges."

"It's the end, of course—" Lawrence smiled, "I want to win."