"There's still a little time until the end of the party," Cedric said loudly, "Harry?"

"Huh? Yes," Harry put the confusion out of his mind for a moment, "and we can practice a little spell with some time left."

Everyone began to divide into groups in pairs, and after Lawrence introduced the wizard duel, Harry felt that everyone's enthusiasm for practicing had risen a little more,

"Lawrence?" Harry walked over to Lawrence, who was watching from the sidelines, as everyone practiced in earnest.

"Huh?"

"You said that strength determines the outcome of a duel," Harry asked, "I'm in the graveyard, and I use the Disarming Charm against each other with Voldemort's Requisition Charm—"

"Huh?" Lawrence raised an eyebrow, "You mean the Requisition Curse?"

"Ugh...... Professor Dumbledore said that my wand and Voldemort's wand are 'brothers', so when our wands are forced to fight, a ...... happens Uh, a reversal effect." Harry looked at Lawrence's raised eyebrows, he knew it was Lawrence's reaction to being aroused, so he quickly added that he didn't really want to mention the people who came back to him, his parents, so he asked in a hurry,

"I want to ask, if I or Voldemort had a different wand, then I wouldn't be able to resist Voldemort like that?"

Lawrence was surprised by Harry's question,

"Great statement," Lawrence's assessment made Harry stunned, "If it were me, I wouldn't want to run into Voldemort again."

"I wasn't trying to make myself look brave or anything," Harry explained, "just- just thought of it."

"Well, I don't know how to use wands, which is extremely rare in the entire wizarding world," Lawrence said, "but theoretically, wizards can use every wand, but there will always be one that suits you and is the most comfortable to use, and personally, I don't give up my partner easily."

"Oh." Harry answered, not knowing what he was thinking,

"But you should be happy when he changes his wand." Lawrence said,

"Why?" Harry was puzzled,

"This means that he has subconsciously admitted that he has lost to you, and must rely on his own knowledge of magic and personal strength to defeat you," Lawrence said, "I heard you say, your disarming charm can compete with Voldemort's life require charm, then my guess is that your 'brothers' wands are in a state of relative equality of power when they are forced to fight, so-"

"Then, what you compete with is only your own essence." Lawrence tapped his chest, then he looked at Harry and said, "You beat him so you can take me back to school."

"But, if Voldemort changes his wand, I can't do anything, right?" Harry asked,

"That's my understanding, Harry," Lawrence replied, "but I'd suggest you should ask Mr. Ollivander or Professor Dumbledore."

"It's been a long time since I've seen Professor Dumbledore." Harry grumbled, and then he saw Cedric and Zhang Qiu talking happily, while Zhang Qiu practiced his opponent, and another Ravenclaw girl stood aside a little unhappily,

"I think it's time for today's meeting to end." Harry's mood was visibly low, he began to greet the other members of the party, and then announced that the party was over, and arranged for everyone to leave the room in batches, almost everyone wished Halliye a happy Christmas before leaving, Ron and Hermione were packing up the cushions and stacking them again, Lawrence and the twin brothers said goodbye to them, and left the room first,

"In two days, the semester will be over." George sighed as he and Lawrence watched Fred and Angelina disappear around the corner of the corridor on the other side,

"Two days to go." Lawrence, on the other hand, was looking forward to the holiday and was thinking about what he was going to accomplish this Christmas holiday.

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Late that night, Lawrence was woken up by Professor McGonagall's voice. Jordan didn't wake up because he wore earmuffs when he slept.

"You two." Professor McGonagall hurriedly spoke to the sleepy-eyed twins, and as they became awake, their eyes became more focused.

"Your father has been attacked." Professor McGonagall told them,

"What?" Fred sat up from the bed abruptly,

"When?" George jumped out of bed, glared at Professor McGonagall and asked,

"Go to the saloon, now," Professor McGonagall quickly ordered, "I'll take Ginny down later, and we'll go to the Headmaster's office together."

"Where's Ron?" Fred asked,

"It was Harry who saw your father being attacked," Professor McGonagall replied after taking a breath, "Ron is already in the Headmaster's office."

"Let's go down right away." George and Fred hurried out of the dormitory,

"You can't go along, Mr. Rovande." Professor McGonagall stopped Lawrence, who was about to get out of bed,

Lawrence didn't speak, he and Professor McGonagall looked at each other in the dark,

"Stay here, Lawrence," Professor McGonagall said a little softer, "Getting the Weasley siblings and Harry out of school tonight is already the limit of what we can do."

"Mr. Weasley isn't an ordinary injury, is he?" Lawrence asked, "Is it the work of the Order of the Phoenix?"

"I don't know much more than you do, Lawrence," although Lee. Jordan slept soundly, but Professor McGonagall kept her voice down, "There are only a few days left, wait until the end of the semester, okay?"

Professor McGonagall confirmed that Lawrence was back in bed before leaving the dormitory, but Lawrence did not sleep, he let go of his senses until Professor McGonagall, the Wisley twins, and Ginny left Gryffindor Tower together, Lawrence maintained this range of perception, left the dormitory, and then left Gryffindor Tower, and he arrived on the eighth floor, standing in front of the hanging felt where the nerd Barnabas was training the dwarfs to dance ballet, and he didn't meet anyone else along the way,

"I need a place to hide something."

Lawrence grabbed the doorknob that suddenly appeared on the wall, and then pushed the door open, revealing a dark and deep doorway, and whipped up a puff of dusty dirt, a trace of rotten smell emanated from the room, Lawrence wrinkled his nose, and quietly waited for the flying dust to fall back to the ground,

The first time he entered this room was on the day he was removed from the position of male student council president, and that night, he hid the "Extreme Transfiguration" that had been placed in the student council president's office and could not be seen by other students.

Lawrence stood in the doorway for a long time, and finally he took a step and disappeared into the dark room.

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"How dare you let students leave school without the permission of me, the inquisitor?" Umbridge's shrill roar echoed in the hallways outside the morning hall,

This caught the attention of all the students who were eating breakfast and preparing to spend the last day of the semester in peace.

"Their father is wounded, and I allow them to visit him, Professor Umbridge." Dumbledore's kind voice faintly entered the hall,

"It's not in order, Professor Dumbledore, according to ......" Umbridge's voice grew farther and farther away, apparently talking as they walked,

And Hermione turned her head to look at the entrance of the hall, waiting for Harry and Ron to come to breakfast,

"They're not coming," Lawrence said.

"What?"

"Mr. Weasley is wounded." Lawrence replied, Hermione understood, it turned out that the people who left the school first in Umbridge's mouth were the Weasley siblings and Harry,

"Then why did Harry follow?" Hermione raised a new question,

"I would suggest you ask Professor McGonagall," Lawrence replied,

"Oh" Hermione looked down, and after a moment she asked, "What's wrong with you?" Lawrence."

"What's wrong with me?"

"You looked like you were looking forward to the holidays last night......

「……」

"And you're ...... today. The face looks terrible."

Until Hermione put down her knife and fork and went to class with her bag on her back, Lawrence never replied.

The next day, the first day of the holiday, Professor Dumbledore came to the Gryffindor table early in the morning and explained the situation to Lawrence and Hermione.

"Professor, can I go to Black's old house?" Hermione asked hurriedly, "I'm worried about them."

"Of course, Miss Granger," Dumbledore smiled, "but I thought you were going skiing with your family?"

"Oh, I was about to tell my parents," Hermione's face flushed slightly, "I told them I'd stay at Hogwarts to prepare for the exams—"

"Then I suggest you send the letter sooner, Miss Granger," said Dumbledore, "and it may not be fast enough to use the school owl, so I suggest you give the letter to Professor McGonagall, and she will help you get it to your house safely, so that your parents don't have to run in vain." (Note 1)

Then he turned his gaze to Lawrence,

"I'd like to ask you what you think of that book, Lawrence." Dumbledore said gently, "Can I delay you a little?"

Professor Dumbledore said this, and Lawrence naturally couldn't refuse, and they left the hall, walked a short walk down the corridor, and then turned a corner, away from the noisy people who were starting to take a vacation,

"Your face doesn't look good." Dumbledore said,

"Hermione told me, I just ...... I didn't sleep well."

"Miss Granger cares about you, doesn't she?" Dumbledore said with a smile,

"She cares about every single one of her friends." Lawrence replied,

"Miss Delacour cares about you, too," Dumbledore said, "and a lot of people care about you, Lawrence."

Lawrence listened noncommittally, and they walked for a while, and the cacophony was completely inaudible, and there was not even a painting in this corridor.

"I'd like to ask you for another favor, Lawrence," Dumbledore said, "I hope you'll be able to teach Harry the Mind Locking Technique when the holidays are over."

Lawrence stared at Dumbledore, but Dumbledore looked at the snowflakes outside the window with great interest, and for a long time, they didn't speak again,

"There's nothing I can do to help, Professor." Lawrence said,

"Oh, I can understand," Dumbledore's expression was not recognizable, but nodded peacefully, "After all, you're going to be prepared for super-exertion, right?"

The air between them was silent again, and they all knew that the reason for not being able to help was definitely not the case.

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Note 1: Hermione arrived at the mansion the day after Harry and the others visited Mr. Weasley in the hospital, this is actually a bit strange, Hermione only learned the news from Dumbledore this morning, Hogwarts is somewhere in Scotland, about 400 miles (about 700 kilometers) from London, although I don't know where Hermione's family lives, but it is still snowing this day, and it feels like sending letters with owls will be a bit hanging...... Although she left school in the afternoon, she arrived in London at about 6 p.m.