Lawrence walked down the corridor to the sound of Moody's thump, Moody pushed open the door to his office, and they walked in.

We've only got fifteen minutes, Rovander. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Moody waved his wand to lock the door, and I tried to make a long story short.

What? Professor? Lawrence asked, is there anything about the Defence Against the Dark Arts course?

Oh no, kid, Moody hissed as he sat down in his office chair and straightened his wooden legs, and we talked about something else.

Something else?

We all knew that there was someone at school who was planning something—Moody lowered his voice, whether it was Harry's race or what happened on the second mission.

Yes, Professor, Lawrence replied, but so far nothing bad seemed to have happened.

Of course, it's luck on our side, right? Moody said, he paused, then pulled out his bottle and took a sip, Lawrence looked around with some curiosity, he could see almost all the textbook references, the common Dark Arts detectors,

Of course, always be alert—you've always done a good job, but what I want to warn you is—Moody whispered, where's your wand? Rovander, it's too imprudent not to carry his wand with him.

But my wand—Lawrence frowned,

I know it from Albus—Moody interrupted him, but casting spells without a wand is often seen as a trick of the dark arts—even more so with the precision of yours.

What does that mean? Lawrence asked,

Moody smiled sarcastically, and Karkaroff objected, believing that you had used dark magic tricks to confuse the Cup, and that you were manipulating the match - that he couldn't stand it for the two Hogwarts players to take the lead.

Is that how he wants to win? Lawrence asked,

Of course he wanted to win, and in fact both Karkaroff and Maxim wanted to win, and Moody dismissively said that they both wanted to prove that Dumbledore was just a mortal

My advice is, take your wand, Moody said impatiently, disguise—it's one of the required courses for the Aurors, but we're not going to talk about that now, Rovander—

I think you're trying to get your wand back? Moody's intact eyes were fixed on Lawrence, and his magic eye was constantly scanning the direction of the desk drawer.

I'll try to see—Lawrence said with reservations, Moody looked at him deeply, his magic eye flickering away from the desk drawer, and a cacophony could be heard in the distance, the time for the first class was approaching,

Well, I guess you can take care of your own business, right? Moody said he waved his wand to unlock the locked door of his office, and Lawrence knew he could go.

Did Professor Dumbledore ask you to ask me? Professor? Lawrence stopped in front of the doorway and asked, "What about my wand?"

Well? No, kid, Moody didn't have an expression, he replied, I wanted to ask myself.

Lawrence turned the door and left Moody's office, passing the students in the hallway who were on their way to class.

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For the next few days, the Gryffindor table was completely restless, and Hermione received one abusive letter after another, and although she didn't open any of them, she threw them all into the furnace and burned them, but it was clear that no one was going to let her go like that,

Several roaring letters exploded in front of her, and these screaming letters made almost all the students at Hogwarts aware of the report in Witch Weekly.

The twins found Lawrence increasingly silent, occasionally appearing irritable, and often disappearing, according to the trio of Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who often met Lawrence near Hagrid's hut.

They thought it was Lawrence who was too bored with his current dull life, so he went to Hagrid's hut to find some dangerous beasts to find excitement.

The twins suggested to Lawrence that they should inject a little different vitality into the school, but Lawrence rolled his eyes and rejected their proposal.

As the Easter break passed, the summer semester began, and in the last week of May, news came that the third mission of the Triwizard Tournament had arrived, and that Lawrence and Harry had left the Gryffindor Tower together that night, leaving the castle gates, and walking in the direction of the Quidditch ball pool.

After rounding the tall stands around the stadium, they saw the smooth pitch overgrown with low walls of bushes, and Harry frowned unhappily,

Harry, Lawrence, here—a pleasant voice came, Ludo. Bagman stood in the middle of the ball pool and waved his hand, next to him stood Fleur and Wickdor Fleur smiled and greeted Harry, and then nodded at Lawrence with the same smile, Lawrence was stunned, he took a deep breath and exhaled, but the boredom that had accumulated in his chest could not be spit out, and Wickdor looked more gloomy than usual, his eyes looked at Harry and Lawrence from time to time,

Not bad, right? Ludo waved his arms and pointed to a whole bush behind him, which was growing well, and in another month, Hagrid could make him grow taller

Rest assured, Harry, Ludo looked at Harry's unhappy expression and explained, as soon as the game is over, the stadium will be restored to its original state, and now, can anyone see what they are?

None of the four spoke, and after a long time, Victor muttered a maze.

Exactly, Ludo said happily, this is a maze, the third task is very simple, enter the maze, find the competition trophy hidden in the center, the first warrior to touch the trophy, you can get a full score.

Is it okay to just walk through the maze? Fleur asked,

There will be some obstacles in the labyrinth, Ludo said, Hagrid will put some creatures in it, and there will be some spell levels that will be this kind of thing

The Warriors with the higher points entered first, Ludo continued, so the order was - Lawrence came first, then Harry, then Wickdore, and finally Miss Fleur, and once they entered the maze, it was fair competition, everyone had a chance, and it was fun, right?

Everyone nodded politely, and Ludo looked happier, he clapped his hands and said, Very good, then, we should leave, it's a little cold

The group stepped over the labyrinth of low walls and walked out of the court, Ludo walked quickly towards Harry, but Wickdor patted Harry on the shoulder before he did,

Uh, I can wait for you, okay? Harry. Ludo asked a little anxiously,

No, Mr. Bagman, Harry said, he looked a little like laughing, and I think I could find my way back to the castle on my own.

Uh, well, that's—Lawrence—Ludo turned to look at Lawrence, who was already some distance away from them, and shouted, which caused Lawrence, who was about to leave the court, to stop and turn his head in confusion,

Can you talk? Ludo strode up to Lawrence and asked with some eagerness,

Uh, I'm sorry, Mr. Bagman, Lawrence said with some embarrassment, his eyes glancing at a figure that had faded away, I have something

Oh well, kid. Ludo looked disappointed in his tone, his face looked a little terrifying in the dark night, but he quickly showed his usual smile, and stood there watching Lawrence, who had already turned around and was briskly catching up with Fleur,

Fleur-Fleur-Lawrence shouted, and the figure not far away paused, but still stopped,

Lawrence? Fleur asked, she looked like she had completely forgotten what had happened before Christmas, leaving Lawrence suddenly unsure of how to speak,

Uh, uh-huh--Lawrence felt like his brain had never been spinning so slowly, and they walked slowly, and before entering the wooded path, Lawrence finally asked, "How are you doing?"

Fleur turned around, and they stood face to face by the woods, and Lawrence seemed to see a smile on Fleur's face, but he thought that it might be an illusion that it was too dark, and that there was only the faint light from Hagrid's hut and Beauxbatons' carriage on the other side of the woods, except for the moonlight.

Oh, not bad, stay in the carriage and read a book, a newspaper, or something—Fleur replied, or accompany Gabrielle and her new friends

Well, that's good...... Well. Lawrence said, and then they stopped talking, and Lawrence now suddenly wished that Fred could be around, so that he could know what to do to talk about.

So, you stopped me for? Fleur asked,

Uh, uh, oh – Lawrence looked at Fleur, she seemed in a good mood, Lawrence wasn't sure if he should talk about the pre-Christmas events,

Uh, so lately you've -- uh, read the newspaper, uh-- Lawrence said on and off,

Oh, yes, I saw a lot. Fleur said,

Then you should have seen Rita. Skeeter's report? Lawrence said,

Of course I did. Fleur nodded naturally,

Hermione and I were just friends. Lawrence explained that she didn't mix love potions either, and she was seducing anything from place to place.

Why do you want to explain it to me? Fleur asked with a smile,

Belch. Lawrence feels like the word uh is the most he says today,

Why? Fleur smiled and asked again, she took a small step,

Why—I think—uh—Lawrence said stiffly, and all of a sudden, a piercing murderous intent came from the woods, and Lawrence turned around, and the birds in the woods arose, and there was a rustling noise, but other than that, the woods were silent, and there was no sound,

Lawrence? Fleur asked, she saw that something was wrong with Lawrence,

Get away from the woods. Lawrence couldn't help but say, pulling Fleur back, there was something in the woods.

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Author's Note:

I suddenly felt that Zhou is a good model (x),

I feel that Zhou should be in the most stable state.

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