The next morning, Lawrence and the twins went into the hall for breakfast, and as soon as Lawrence entered the dining room, he received a lot of cheers, and they came to the empty seat next to Hermione and sat down.

"What about Harry and Ron?" Lawrence asked,

"Harry hasn't gotten up yet, Ron is there." Hermione replied, and then he pointed to the other end of the table, where Ron sat with Dean and Seamus,

"Really rare?" Fred raised an eyebrow,

"Oh, I think they quarreled, but I hope I guessed wrong," Hermione said with some sadness, turning to Lawrence, "Do you have a way to cross the age limit?"

"There is a way to cross the age limit." "But it's too difficult, and the restrictions are broken, and Dunbury will know about it, so it's better to ask someone else to help you get in."

"So, who do you think put Harry's name in?" Hermione asked with some concern,

"I don't know." Lawrence replied, simply telling them Moody's guess, "I think Moody might be right."

"Dunburydo said," Fred said, "there are a lot of security measures this year."

"We think that if Harry prepares carefully for every mission, nothing will happen." George said, but Hermione still frowned,

"Alright, I think you should bring some breakfast for Harry." Lawrence said, gesturing to the bread on the table, "or the house-elves will take them all away."

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This Monday, Lawrence reluctantly found that no matter what class she was taking, Fleur would sit quietly on the sidelines, and apparently, the professors had a lot of opinions about this, because she made it difficult for the male students in the class to concentrate in class.

A few days later, after the male classmates in the class wasted a large amount of medicinal materials and failed to concoct potions countless times, Snape, who couldn't bear it anymore, took the lead.

"I don't think you'll be able to attend classes this school year, Rovander," a dangerous glint flashed in Snape's eyes, as if Snape would reward Lawrence with a curse if he didn't agree, "I guess the lessons are too easy for you anyway, and you have more important things to do, Hogwarts Warriors?"

So Lawrence was crushed out of the Potions classroom, and the other professors seemed to get the news, and then they all followed suit, and the professors couldn't blame the VIPs, so they only eradicated Lawrence's "root",

"I've never taught a super-hard witch testing class with so many transformation mistakes," Professor McGonagall said after Professor McGonagall successfully transformed a student back into a rat's head, glancing at Lawrence and Fleur who were sitting on the side with a helpless expression, "Mr. Rovande, I think that with your level, even if you take the n.e.w.t, you can get an outstanding grade, so this school year, you don't have to show up in this class, please concentrate on preparing for the Triwizard Tournament and win glory for the school."

"I think it will be good for you, too," Professor Flitwick said to him earnestly, "the purpose of Charms is to overcome all kinds of difficulties and make life better, and it will help you to walk around, and I think you can take advantage of our class to wander around the school this school year."

"There's not much I can teach you," Professor Babling said, "We're only learning about the Magic Array now, but you've been able to use your wand to cast Magic Scripts years ago."

"That can't be done, Mr. Rovande," Professor Sprout said calmly, "there are so many dangerous magical plants in the greenhouses right now, and I don't want my students to be turned into fertilizer in a daze."

"You're walking with a torch at night, even though it's glaring enough to make some idiots look like idiots," Moody growled discontentedly, "Of course, you and Albus are the kind of people, and you prefer to face danger more openly than hidden, right?"

Lawrence sadly finds himself in the field of magical creature conservation, because Fleur hates Hagrid's whelk, and in fact, there are only three students in the super-labor witch test class - Lawrence and the twins.

"Hagrid—their shells seem to be magically resistant?" Fred asked with interest,

"I didn't notice," Hagrid replied, sweating profusely, as he struggled to separate the two fighting whelks, "you know, I don't have that much about spells—"

"Do you think grinding him into powder will still work?" George asked, "Or mixed in with something—"

"You can do some experiments," Hagrid said eagerly, "there are a few wounded and dead ones there, and you can use them for experiments, which can be your topic this semester—"

"This is the only class I can still take," Lawrence said helplessly after class, "Should I thank Hagrid for teaching this strange and magical creature this semester?"

"Don't complain, how many people envy you." Fred said, "And now you have a lot of free time."

"You see, when you become a warrior, there is a beautiful woman who follows you in class." George said, "How many people do you think want to live this life?"

"And by your own admission, do you feel a little bit complacent?" Fred shrewdly said,

"Well, I'll admit, of course there's that, but you know, I'm not used to that." Lawrence raised his hands in surrender,

Because he could not continue the class, Professor McGonagall gave him a ** district pass, so that he could consult some special materials in the ** district during this academic year.

That evening, as they finished dinner and were about to return to Gryffindorta, they saw several students wearing badges with red letters that read 'Support Lawrence. Rowander - the true warrior of Hogwarts', those Slytherin students saw Lawrence, and proudly pressed the badge, and the words on it changed to "Potter is stinking",

"What are they doing?" Lawrence frowned,

"Well, on the surface, it's supporting you." Fred said,

"But if you start from a bad angle, maybe it's trying to provoke you and Harry." George said,

"But I think their heads may not be as far as they think." Fred said,

"I'll ask Cedric tomorrow," Lawrence frowned, "I wonder if the student council can manage that?"

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The next day at noon, they met Cedric in the hall,

"That's the freedom of the students, Lawrence," Cedric was distressed, "I don't understand why they can't stick together to support their classmates at school."

"You can't ask everyone to be like you, eh, the male student council president?" Fred said without yin or yang,

"Especially the Slytherin guys." George shook his head, the twins were still haunted by Cedric's defeat to them in Quidditch last year, but they were finally able to say a few words,

"I'm curious that they will support me." Lawrence raised an eyebrow, "They have no problem with a Muggle-born being a warrior?"

"They may think it's a little better to support you than Harry, who killed their 'idol'." George quipped, everyone knew that he meant Voldemort by "idol",

"Gryffindor is going to take Potions with Slytherin in the afternoon of his fourth year." Fred said, "I don't think that Malfoy guy will let this opportunity go."

"I'll try to tell them," Cedric sighed, "they're just making other schools laugh."

"I doubt they would care." George said, "Malfoy spent his days declaring that he almost went to Durmstrang to study, and I think he regretted it himself."

"You don't have to go to the afternoon class, do you?" Fred suddenly grinned,

"I guess you don't have any plans?" George said solemnly,

"The only wizarding village in the whole of the United Kingdom, I guess foreign friends are very curious." Fred said thoughtfully,

"Uh, you guys seem to be talking about running out of school in front of a male student council president and prefect?" Cedric raised an eyebrow,

"Don't be so serious, Diggory," Fred winked at Cedric, "I want to make 'foreign friends' feel at home is something every Hogwarts student must do?"

"Oh—I think I know what you mean," Cedric said suddenly, looking at Lawrence with a very different look and a look of approval and admiration, "Lady Padiff's teahouse is good."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Lawrence asked impatiently, Cedric patted Lawrence on the shoulder and pointed behind him, Lawrence turned around, Fleur was standing there, the twins snickered, and then left the restaurant, Cedric gave a thumbs up, and left,

"Uh, hello." Lawrence said,

"I think you're not going to be able to go to class?" Fleur shook her hair and said,

"Uh-" Lawrence was embarrassed,

"Because I want to know more about you," Fleur said, "but it seems to be bothering you?"

"I'm not used to that." Lawrence admits that

"I can't tell you much from the letter," Fleur said distressedly, "You only answer questions about your schoolwork, and nothing else."

"Not used to it," Lawrence said honestly, "I think it's a little — strange, we weren't at the time — uh."

"Not too familiar," Fleur said as she finished Lawrence's words, then asked with a wink, "Are we familiar enough now?"

"Uh, I think, friend?" Lawrence thought for a moment and said, Fleur gave a wonderful expression, and then smiled, revealing her white and neat teeth,

"That's—friend." Fleur smiled and said, "Can you take me to what they call Hogsmeade?"

But they didn't make it to Hogsmeade after all, because a Beauxbatons student came to inform them that they were waiting for a routine wand check for the Triwizard Tournament.

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Author's Note: I noticed a lot of typos in the previous chapter... Fixed,

Then, next week, during the Dragon Boat Festival, there will be a family dinner, so I'm going home.

The Saturday after the end of the Dragon Boat Festival is the graduation ceremony.

Then there was a thanksgiving feast,

And then it's the exam week,

Then it's the final exam.

And then you have to start looking for a job.

Life.