Lawrence played with the wand in his hand, and Mr. Ravander looked confused by the stick,

"We call this a wand," Lawrence waved his wand at Mr. Lavender, "we can cast spells, and we have a lot of spells that can help people, save people, torture people, and even kill people."

"May I ask a question?" Lawrence asked, he didn't care if Mr. Ravand understood or not, and Mr. Ravand didn't continue to ask, but only made a "please" gesture.

"So, you," Lawrence said slowly, word by word, "you never thought of me as your son?"

Mr. Ravander was silent, and he pondered for a while before answering the question,

"Perhaps," admitted Mr. Ravand, "but until the day we abandoned you, you were 'dead' to us."

"I see." Lawrence leaned back in his chair, his head naturally raised, looking at the ceiling of the kitchen, the chandelier emitted a halo, and in the hazy halo, the ceiling became a beautiful dome, Lawrence found himself sitting by the bookcase in the Ravenclaw saloon, and a familiar voice asked him,

"Are they dead?"

"Nope." Lawrence replied intuitively, he looked away from the dome and looked at the source of the sound, the figure in front of him became clearer and clearer, and he suddenly smiled,

"Actually, you're asking me, 'Are they dead in your heart?' Right?' Lawrence said to himself, "No, so I'm seeing them." (Note 1)

"And now?"

"I've got an answer." Lawrence replied, his perspective suddenly and slowly raised, and he looked down to find that his hands, feet, and body were slowly stretching out, and that he was standing, not sitting in the shadow of the bookcase as he remembered.

"May I ask a question?" Lawrence looked at Luna and asked,

"Please."

"It's not what I remember, is it?"

"Of course not, it's not like what I remember, is it?"

"I haven't lost my memory, have I?"

"That's close to the answer, they've never been forgotten by you."

"That'...... Why are you Luna's image?'

"Maybe you've thought so, she's the smartest and most likely person to answer your questions."

Luna's image became more and more blurred, her figure became taller, her shoulders widened, and her appearance changed, and two pairs of identical dark purple pupils looked at each other.

"And now? Do you still see Luna?'

"It's me," Lawrence understood, "so I'm talking to myself."

"Of course, so you know what you just looked like, right?"

"It's me...... What did it look like when you were four years old?' Lawrence guessed, Lawrence in front of him smiled, and the surrounding scene turned into a silver light mist, spinning and flying towards the sky, Lawrence looked at the light mist flying in the air, and the silver light spots that fell formed a halo, he blinked, the halo turned out to be just the light emitted by the ceiling chandelier,

Lawrence knew that he was still in the kitchen of the Ravander family, and that it was just a picture in his mind and not reality, and reality was actually only a short moment.

Lawrence sighed lightly, he couldn't hear Voldemort's whispers at all, he knew it was time to leave, someone was waiting for him to go back,

"Is there anything else you want to say?" Lawrence asked, Mr. Ravander hesitated, Lawrence waited patiently, Lawrence waited for a long time, almost thought that Mr. Ravander would not speak, but Mr. Ravande finally asked,

"You...... When did you know we're still here?"

"I've always had memories of being a kid," Lawrence replied, "and then last year, someone involved in that magical accident told me you still live here."

This answer was obviously beyond Mr. Lafande's expectations, he never thought that Lawrence would remember what happened when he was a child, and the shock on his expression could not be hidden.

"Nothing else to say?" Lawrence asked again, and Mr. Lafander shook his head a little stiffly, Lawrence stood up and walked to the kitchen door, and he paused for a moment to think about it, and then said,

"I still want to thank you," said Lawrence, "at least you abandoned me in front of the orphanage, not in the water or into the furnace."

"Don't you want anything?" Mr. Ravander was only then able to shake off his shock, and he looked a little confused, "Don't you want to take revenge on us?"

"Revenge?" Lawrence turned and looked at Mr. Lafander, "That's what one guy told me, and it's a simple thing for us."

"For me personally, I came here hoping to hear answers that weren't what I remember," Lawrence said, "but sadly, it didn't happen."

"And why should I satisfy your imagination? It's like I'm going to get revenge on you?" Lawrence said in a flat tone, "That's just a way for you to try to reduce your guilt, you're just trading with me at a price that you think is reasonable, but have you ever thought that what you think is reasonable is worthless in my eyes?"

"And, for the people I like, I don't think they want to see me do that." A smile tugged at the corner of Lawrence's mouth,

"You don't have to be afraid of me repenting, I don't think I'll ever appear in front of you again." Lawrence said, "I'm going home, and there's someone there waiting for me to go back."

Lawrence opened the wooden door of the kitchen without hesitation, and saw little Helen who was hiding outside the door and eavesdropping, little Helen's eyes widened, a little at a loss, Lawrence looked at her, raised an eyebrow, put his index finger against his lips, and made a quiet gesture, and then pointed to the stairs on the side, and then Lawrence walked through the foyer, turned open the black iron door, and he saw that under the stairs, Fleur. Delacour was looking up at him,

"When did you come?" As he walked down the stairs, Lawrence asked, "Is the 'telescopic ear' any good?" I should have told Fred and George not to make it look like they had one."

"From the time you were still eating." Fleur hung her head, "I'm sorry."

"But it saves me a lot of money, right?" Lawrence said, and Fleur looked up in surprise,

"No, I guess I'm going to have to talk a little bit." Lawrence gently rested her right hand on Fleur's chin, and his lips covered hers so naturally,

After a long time, they finally separated,

"That's probably the boldest thing I've done this year." Lawrence looked quite satisfied, the two of them were so close just now that he didn't have a chance to enjoy Fleur's surprised expression.

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Note 1: The 020 of the Cup Roll, the conversation between two smart people will not have too much nonsense, and it can be taken with the Cup Roll 016.