"How much free time do you think we'll have this year to do what we want?" George asked while they were having breakfast,

"I think I understand what you mean," Fred replied, adding another bowl of cereal, "Professor McGonagall is going to do a lot of homework."

"I'm sorry for too much homework," Professor McGonagall stood behind them with a straight face, "Mr. Weasley."

"Oh my God, Professor McGonagall," Fred shouted, turning his head, "what an honor—"

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Professor." George jumped up from his seat and said with a flattering face,

"You two," Professor McGonagall stared at them, and Lawrence noticed the corners of Professor McGonagall's mouth curling slightly, "You did well last year, and if you continue to do it this year, I think I should be able to see you in next year's Super Witch Class."

"Ah, of course." Fred respectfully said,

"This is the deepest expectation of our life, Professor." George bowed and said,

"Here's your timetable," Professor McGonagall ignored the twins' gibberish, and she handed Lawrence a few timesheets, "and Harry's, give them later."

"Yes, Professor," Lawrence grinned, looking at the twins,

"I think we're going to be busy this year......" As Professor McGonagall left, Fred's smile turned to a crying face,

"We still have Quidditch matches," George scooped the porridge with a spoon, "what can we do so many things at the same time?"

"I want to know, too," Harry sat down beside George sullenly, "how can I resist the Dementors."

"This year's timetable," George asked, handing the Lawrence timetable to Harry, "what's wrong, Harry?"

"Malfoy." Ron glared hatefully at the Slytherin table, Malfoy performing the pose of being too scared to pass out,

"Ignore that idiot, that guy himself escaped to our carriage," Fred said calmly, "and he was terrified to see Lawrence not in the carriage."

"We're not having a good time, either," said George, "and I remember my dad going to Azkaban on a business trip, and he said it was the scariest place he'd ever been to in his life, and the Dementors had sucked all the joy out there, and the prisoners there were crazy."

"In the first Quidditch match, we'll be able to play Slytherin," Fred said lightly, "give him some color and make him laugh."

"Thanks," Harry said gratefully, taking a plate of sausages from Ron and starting the day's breakfast, Hermione eagerly picking up the schedule.

"It's great to have a new course today." Hermione spread the timetable on the table with satisfaction, and the Weasley brothers probed curiously,

"Hermione—" Ron frowned, "your schedule—that's weird."

"Wednesday's timetable—" George said curiously, "nine o'clock, arithmetic and divination—"

"Nine, Muggle Studies?" Fred asked incredulously, "And here, nine, divination?" (Note 5)

"Hermione, we know you're great, but not to the extent of that—" Ron said, "How do you take three classes at the same time?" Not even Lawrence can do that."

"You're better than us," said George, "I always thought we were busy this semester, but I didn't expect anyone to be busier than us."

"Oh, of course I can't take three classes at the same time," Hermione said impatiently, glancing warily at Lawrence, "I'm hungry, please hand me the jam."

Ron was still chattering about the strange schedule, Lawrence and the twins were getting up to get ready for the first class, Snape's Potions didn't like to be late, they were used to arriving early to prepare their tools, and their choice was wise, Snape's face was obviously as gray today as the weather outside, and the classroom in the dungeon felt even colder,

"Shut up, and sit down for me," Snape said coldly, glaring coldly at a few noisy students who had walked into the classroom,

"In the first class of this term, I must remind you," said Snape coldly, "that right next June, you will be taking an important test to see if you have memorized what I have taught you in the past five years, and of course some fools obviously not, and I will give you only two options—"

"Take a 'pass' test score, or accept my wrath," Snape said to the class, "After this year, there will be a lot of people who will not be able to continue studying with me, and I will only accept 'outstanding' students to participate in my super-labor testing class, in fact, I doubt how many will be able to do it."

An hour later, Lawrence and the twins perfectly concocted a palliative potion, which, according to Snape, was often found in O.W.L. exams, and their main function was to calm irritability and anxiety......

"Rovander-Weasley-don't experiment with your damn thing in my class," just after the third defeat, the classroom filled with choking orange smoke, and Snape yelled angrily,

"But Professor, our potions are ready," Lawrence said, feigning innocence, "and we're fine."

"You seem to be a little irritable, Professor," George said pretending to be enthusiastic, "Would you like some palliative potions?" It's freshly made, and it's guaranteed to be fresh—"

"Shut up—Gryffindor deducted five points, now," Snape said impatiently, kicking the three out of the classroom by the way, "hand in the potions when they're ready, and get the hell out of here—and that's always the case—"

"It's a great deal to have all this free time for five cents," Fred rubbed his hands together excitedly as he stepped out of the classroom, "Do you think Snape's words count?" Shall we finish it early and then we can go?"

"If five is too little, I'll deduct fifty points from you next time, Mr. Weasley," Snapra said as he opened the door, grimacing, "I'd like to remind you that the twelve-inch report on the nature of the moonstone and its role in potions will be handed over in the next class."

"Besides, I've always been a talker—" Snape added, and then slammed the classroom door shut.

The three of them looked at each other, and they silently walked away from the Potions classroom before they continued to speak,

"I didn't expect that, did I?" Fred was a little confused,

"I don't think anyone could have thought of it." George said,

"If we rush back to the dorm now, it's still time to try the next recipe before lunch." Lawrence reminded them that they had an unexpected free time, and that the whole day had gone unusually well today, and in the afternoon Muggle Studies, the professor did not add any extra homework for next June's exams, but only briefly introduced the O.W.L, but it was probably the easiest subject, because the most difficult part of the technical exam was how to recognize Muggle banknotes and make phone calls, (Note 1)

When it was time for dinner, various rumors spread among the students, including Harry. Potter was soothsayed by Sybil. Professor Trelawney prophesied that he would die unexpectedly, and in Rubeus. In Hagrid's Conservation Magical Biology class, Slytherin's Decora. Malfoy deliberately provoked a hippony and was admitted to a hospital wing (Note 2)

"That bastard," Fred said with some displeasure, "I wish his hand was broken."

"Don't expect too much," said George, "even if Madam Pomfrey is broken, it will be cured."

"Hagrid won't be fired, will he?" Hermione put down her knife and fork and asked a little uneasily, and Ron and Harry also stopped, obviously they were both worried,

"Probably not, remember when you were in first grade, the crazy spider on the train?" Lawrence replied, "At that time, Professor McGonagall punished me for writing the report, and I read through the English Ministry of Magic's Magical Creatures Protection Regulations, and by the way, I read some relevant cases."

"So you did it back then?" Hermione shouted, and Lawrence remembered that no one knew about it except for them and the professor,

"That's not the point, miss." Fred said,

"The point is, Lawrence must have remembered those cases clearly." George patted Lawrence on the shoulder and continued,

"It's just a teaching accident, and Malfoy might be able to talk nonsense to the others, but in the wizarding court, it's just asking for trouble," Lawrence replied, "but the eagle wasn't so lucky."

"Will you die?" George asked keenly, "I dare say Lucius. Malfoy will definitely put pressure on the Ministry of Magic, and my dad said that after Malfoy was kicked out of the school board, he donated a lot of money to the Ministry of Magic."

"I think you're right, there are so few cases of these amazing creatures surviving when this happens," Lawrence sneered, "Even if Malfoy hadn't pressed him, the Hippogriff might still have been sentenced to death, you know, wizard arrogance." (Note 3)

"Oh—" Hermione was a little worried,

"Let's not talk about that, have you ever seen an owl that came for dinner?" Fred looked up, and an owl neatly threw the letter onto the empty table in front of Lawrence, and then circled, as if to confirm that Lawrence had indeed picked up the letter before flying away,

"What is this?" George frowned, it was a very thick letter, carefully packed in a waterproof brown paper bag,

"'Hello dear Lawrence,

In order to write this letter, I specifically consulted my father, after all, I am not so familiar with English, my name is Fleur. Delacour, we met on the day of the Lemays' funeral, and you'll remember me—'" Frey leaned over Lawrence, and read aloud, word by word, until Lawrence folded the letter and stopped reading it, (Note 4)

"Didn't you say you could meet girls at the funeral?" George said in a narrow tone, "Fleur. Who is Delacul?"

"A Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Lawrence said, folding the letter and stuffing it into his bag,

"What do you look like?" Fred asked curiously,

"She's partly a baby," Lawrence replied honestly, "and to be honest, she's the prettiest girl I've ever seen."

"I'm sure you remember me, right, George?" Fred turned his head to look at George with affectionate eyes,

"Oh—of course, Fred—" George looked back, and the two of them drew closer......

"Bump" Hermione stood up abruptly and slapped the table, everyone was startled, Fred and George suddenly separated, and then turned their heads to vomit,

"Shall we go see Hagrid, Harry and Ron?" Hermione asked calmly,

"Hey, what's wrong?" George asked, but Hermione ignored him and just turned to leave the restaurant, Harry glanced at Ron and quickly followed,

"Feeling bad because of the Hippogriff?" Lawrence shrugged, "And then you're messing around again."

"Speaking of Hippogriffs, let's hope Hagrid doesn't start teaching boring magical creatures because of this," Fred said, and George nodded,

"Otherwise, there would be too little excitement we can expect this semester." Lawrence agreed.

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Note 1: I guess it's difficult for wizards! Don't forget that in the first episode, Hagrid always couldn't understand Muggle money, so he asked Harry to buy a subway ticket, in the second episode, Mr. Weasley was obviously not clear about the phone, which led to Ron making a mistake, and in the fourth episode, Mr. Weasley needed Harry's help to use Muggle coins correctly, I think Hermione had a point, from a wizard's point of view, maybe the Muggle world was really fascinating?

Note 2: The "Eagle-Headed Winged Beast" is a bit too long and a bit rappy, so I use the more concise "Hippogriff".

Note 3: The Ministry of Magic in England refuses to recognize other sapient beings, such as Episode 5, Dolores. Comparing Umbridge to Centaurs as creatures that "approximate human intelligence",

The French Ministry of Magic is obviously much more friendly to other creatures, and Fleur can proudly claim that she is a half-breed of Meiwa, which is very telling, although Madame Maxime does not admit her giant blood (because the reputation of giants is really bad), but in fact, I don't think anyone can not see it, to be the head of a school, is definitely to affirm her status in France, you know, Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is a school with a good reputation, and in history, the results of the Three Witches Fighting Contest are only one time behind Hogwarts.

Note 4: Although Fleur is a little selfish and proud, she never hides her likes and dislikes, doesn't care what others think of her, and has confidence in herself.

Note 5: Correcting errors.

Thanks to 3c3orz for the tip!

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