Fleur turned and walked towards the office in the hospital wing, leaving a faint silver glow in the pitch darkness, and Lawrence suddenly felt sad, why did her smile make people feel so sad? He felt that he was having trouble breathing, and instinctively clutched his throat, but he knew that no one was strangling him.

After a while, Madam Pomfrey hurried to the bedside, but Fleur did not come back.

"Are you feeling okay?" Madam Pomfrey asked in an eager tone, waving her wand and picking open the bandage to examine the wound carefully, "There may be some remnants of the power of the dark arts, but Dunbury will come over later......

"What's wrong?" Madam Pomfrey stopped her examination and asked Lawrence solemnly, "Does the wound hurt somewhere?"

"Nope."

"Then why are you crying like this?" Madam Pomfrey asked,

Lawrence was silent and did not reply, only then did he realize that his face was wet, and at some point he had burst into tears.

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"You've slept all day, I thought you'd miss the train back to London, but it looks like nothing was wrong." Dumbledore sat in a chair in his headmaster's office and found a more comfortable position,

He looked at Lawrence with satisfaction, compared the seat in front of the desk, and motioned for Lawrence to sit down, probably because it was not yet dawn, and the portraits of the headmasters were either empty or napping,

"I think it's a big problem." Lawrence sat across from Dunburidos and replied coldly,

"Oh." Deng Buli nodded, not paying attention to Lawrence's tone, "It seems that you have found that something is not quite right?"

"I think I've lost some memories, what have I forgotten?" Lawrence asked, desperate to find the answer,

"When you came back that night, Harry did his best to tell us all the things you had been through in the cemetery, including everything you had been through since you were unconscious," said Dunburydo, "and I think you lost all your happiest and most important memories."

"How did Voldemort do that?" Lawrence asked, his heart filled with frustration and irritation, "It can't be, he doesn't know all my happy memories."

"I know what you mean," Deng Bulido said quietly, "After all, your heart locking technique has already been accomplished."

"I don't want to be looked at just by the eyes." Lawrence responded somewhat sharply,

"I'm sorry, I have to admit it," Deng Bullido got up from his chair and bent down solemnly, "I did it at some special moments."

"I can promise that never again," said Dunbury, sitting back in his seat, with a serious expression, "that sounds like an excuse, but if you want, when the time comes, I'll tell you exactly why I'm doing it?"

"The time is right?" Lawrence smiled sarcastically,

"Remember when I said earlier that at the end of the semester, there was something I wanted you to help with?" Deng Buliduo asked, Lawrence didn't even bother to speak, just nodded to indicate that he remembered,

"Oh, that's a pity, it seems like our conversation isn't a happy memory for you." Deng Buliduo said with a smile,

"Not surprised." Lawrence commented,

"But for now, it may not be the time." Deng Bulido said, "Is it still the same old saying, wait for the right time?"

Lawrence shrugged his shoulders undeniably, he looked like he wanted to go, Deng Bulido smiled bitterly and sighed,

"Go to the hall now, it should be just in time for breakfast," Dumbledore told him, "and the Ministry of Magic will release the results of the Triwizard Tournament, because you, as the winner, have not woken up until today."

"The Ministry of Magic doesn't care about the returning Voldemort, and it's still caring about such a trivial matter?" Lawrence said disapprovingly,

"The Ministry of Magic doesn't think he's coming back," Dunburydo replied in a flat tone, "I'll see you in the hall later, and have a great summer vacation, Lawrence."

"Goodbye." Lawrence left the Headmaster's office, and all his thoughts shifted to the phrase, "The Ministry of Magic doesn't think he's coming back." So much so that he didn't notice that before the door to the headmaster's room closed, Severus. Snape walked out of the secret door where the meditation basin was hidden,

"I can't put into words how grateful I am to you, Severus." "You risked your life to get the information, and you even felt the spell for yourself."

"Why didn't you tell Rowander the truth about the spell?" Snape asked,

"I believe that it is not needed." "Sooner or later, he'll figure out that it's just Voldemort's trick — it's himself who casts a spell to make happy memories forget."

"Aren't you afraid that he'll never figure it out, and then set out on the same path as the Dark Lord?" Snape roared, "Have you forgotten how hard you tried to pull him to our side without a trace? He's as cold and sharp now as he was when he first entered the first grade."

"Because I found that I was so wrong," replied Dunbury, "that he has always been on our side, and that he has been purer and has never changed than we are."

"So you make mistakes?" Snape sneered,

"Of course I do, I've made countless mistakes in my life," said Dunburidore, "and I'm surprised why Voldemort cast this spell on you to no avail?"

"You're in too much hands, Dunbulido." Snape replied with a blank face,

"When people get old, they always nag more." Dunbury responded peacefully, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, as if he understood why Snape was not affected by the spell, "Voldemort mistakenly thinks you're the ruthless Snape, and that's good."

"I'll tell you the old way of routine information," Snape obviously didn't want to talk about it anymore, he thought for a moment and added, "Are you sure Rovander will be able to get rid of it?"

"I'm pretty sure, Severus, I even think the spell will be broken before Rovander realizes the truth about this spell." Deng Buliduo said,

"Good." Snape left the headmaster's room without looking back, and he walked steadily back to his office in the dungeon, and sat down, he closed his eyes, and the question of Dunbury sounded in his head,

"Why did Voldemort cast this spell on you and it didn't work at all?"

『…… Because I've never been happy since the day Lily died.'"

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The hall is decorated with a flag painted with the Hogwarts crest, representing that the Triwizard Tournament ended with a Hogwarts victory, but the overall tone is slightly gray.

The award ceremony was brief, and Fadge presented Lawrence with a prize bag containing a thousand gold Galleons to the applause of the students and foreign guests in the hall, and then hurried away, as if an evil spirit was chasing after him.

Amid the hum of the people in the hall, Dumbledore stood up, everyone fell silent, and Lawrence walked back to the very end of the Gryffindor table, he looked at the people in the hall, wandering out of the crowd,

He saw Moody in the teacher's seat, and after a full semester, it was the first time he had met the real Alasto. Moody, Moody did not wear his MONOCULUS, but covered his left eye with an eyepatch, holding a cane in his left hand, and his MONOCULUS and wooden legs were covered by little Barty. Crouch was left in the graveyard where Voldemort was reborn, apparently not yet recovered, and he looked even more neurotic, and Lawrence wasn't sure if he was the way he was, or if he had been exacerbated by the incident.

Lawrence looked at Snape, who was sitting on the other end, and Lawrence was sure that Voldemort was saying, "He's gone from us forever, and of course he's going to pay the price." , referring to Snape, but on Snape's face, Lawrence didn't see any worried expression, but his face was paler and gloomy than usual,

"Voldemort is back," Dumbledore's words caught Lawrence's attention, and the hall erupted in a buzzing whisper, and people looked at Dunburidore in disbelief, and the discussion gradually fell silent, everyone was waiting for Dunburidore to explain more,

"The Ministry of Magic doesn't want me to tell you this, I think some of you believe it, some of you don't," Dunburydo said, "but we can't just pretend that Durmstrang Headmaster, Professor Karkaroff, is just missing."

"Although the Ministry of Magic disagrees, I am sure that the missing Professor Karkaroff has been killed by Lord Voldemort." Dunbury said solemnly, "Lawrence and Harry have witnessed everything, and Voldemort has returned."

"Here we want to ask Harry. Potter salute," Dumbledore said, raising his glass, "for his heroic performance, escaping from Voldemort's clutches, and saving his friends, he showed the courage that many wizards lacked, and for that, hate, Harry. Potter."

"To Harry. Potter." There was a loud echo in the hall, but many people in Slytherin were dismissive of it, and sat in their positions without moving,

"Voldemort was good at creating hatred and dividing the masses, and the purpose of the Triwizard Tournament was to promote magic and deepen communication between them, which is of great significance at this time when Voldemort is returning."

"Every guest sitting here, Hogwarts welcomes you if you want to, and I repeat that as long as we are united, we will be unbreakable and overcome any difficulties."

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Lawrence finished packing his luggage and did not wait with the crowd at the school gate for the carriage to Hogsmeade Village, but dragged his luggage alone to the platform first, he didn't like to be pointed at by the crowd, so he wanted to get on the train first to find a small box,

"Lawrence—"

Lawrence turned his head, and Fleur. Delacour was running towards him through the grass, her short silver hair shining golden in the sun, but Lawrence felt that the smile on Fleur's face was brighter than anything else, and that the sadness of that night in the hospital room was like an illusion in Lawrence's dream,

"Remember me, huh? We've seen it in the hospital wing." Fleur asked, and Lawrence nodded,

"I love it here and hope to get a job here." Fleur said that Lawrence wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say, just remained silent,

"Goodbye, then, Lawrence, we'll see you again, right?"

They each turned around like this, Fleur ran towards the carriage that was parked at the other end of the turf, Beauxbatons, while Lawrence continued to drag his luggage to the train platform outside Hogsmeade, where the train was already waiting, and in the distance Thestrals, pulling the carriage, was heading towards the platform,

Lawrence found a small box, and after putting away his luggage, he pulled out a book and prepared to pass the time before the train started.

Soon after, the door of the box was opened, and two older boys entered, with the same red hair, the same height, the same long body, and even the same freckles on their faces.

"You—" Lawrence squinted, recognizing these two as roommates in his bedroom,

"I'm George." Fred said,

"I'm Fred." George said,

"Oh, Fred, George." Lawrence rightly pointed out the two,

"Tsk—" The twins' eyebrows were raised high from left to right, but they didn't continue to dwell on the matter.

"Everyone knows that the Slytherin gang will always occupy a large carriage en masse." Fred began to tell the story,

"We heard that they were occupying the last car this time." George states the intelligence,

"We've been waiting six years—" Fred lamented,

"Six years—" George repeated shaking his head,

"What are you going to do?" Lawrence frowned and asked, instinctively feeling trouble,

"It's a rare day when pranks don't deduct points or labor service." Fred looked incredulous, as if Lawrence had asked some stupid question,

"And it can give a little unexpected stimulation to the group of guys who are arrogant when 'that person' returns." George summed up their goals,

"Actually, that's not the point." Fred admits that

"It's just that we're idle." George also admitted,

"What do you think about letting the last car sit on the platform a little longer?" Fred said in a tone like a good kid asking questions in class,

"What we mean is that apart from cutting off the train connection, is there anything else we haven't thought about?" George added,

"It's not hard to cut the train connection," Lawrence replied, "and what you don't notice is that the conductor checks every car for a final check before he leaves."

"So we're going to use the Oblivion Charm to make him forget about it?" George nodded in understanding,

"Use the Trust Charm," Lawrence now instinctively resists the Oblivion Charm, "just convince the Commander that he's actually checked."

"So you promised to help?" Fred showed a look of surprise,

"Why? I'm just giving advice." Lawrence's brow furrowed even tighter, and he realized that he seemed to be in trouble.

"But we don't trust spells." George blinked and said,

"Alright then," Lawrence agreed, he didn't like people who discriminated against Muggles and supported Voldemort, so he decided to agree to cast the spell, Lawrence convinced himself, "I'll only help cast the spell."

"Great." Fred pulled out his wand, and Lawrence looked at him in confusion,

"Take out your wand, too—" George nudged Lawrence with his elbow,

"What are you going to do?" Lawrence asked impatiently, but still took out his wand, and the tips of the three people's wands touched lightly, and a cluster of sparks appeared,

"The prank begins." The twins said in unison, and then they ran out, ready to go to separate the last carriage, Lawrence looked down and continued to look at his book, and it was not long before the two turned back, and they looked at the platform through the small window of the box,

"He's coming, he's coming," George reported to the captain's position, "he's done checking our car now, and then it's the last one."

"Lawrence—it's up to you." Fred said, the twins held their breath, Lawrence raised his wand, and a spell hit the conductor with precision,

The conductor bent down to check, raised his wand and waved it, but he didn't notice anything wrong, and the conductor straightened up, turned around and walked back to the front of the car in satisfaction.

"Oh yes—" The twins high-fived each other,

It didn't take long for the Hogwarts Express to start, except for the first-year students who were not yet very familiar, everyone else clearly felt that today's train seemed to be running very fast, and the people who reacted quickly ventured out of the window, and the chaotic laughter came and went, and more and more people found that there was a car left alone,

Fred and George laughed loudly, the corners of Lawrence's mouth also rose slightly, and in the laughter, the twins invariably raised their wands and looked at Lawrence with a bewildered expression, their smiles gradually dimmed,

"Uhh

"The prank is complete!" Lawrence blurted out, and the twins opened their mouths wide, and before they could make a look of surprise, a voice that was obviously amplified by magic rumbled,

"Fred, George, don't let me find out it's the two of you—"

"Oh, oh no, it's Professor McGonagall," George said,

"Now retreat to Harry's carriage." Fred gave the order, and then he and George grabbed Lawrence's suitcase and ran out.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" Lawrence chased after him in surprise, and the twins just didn't give him back their luggage along the way, and they noisily entered a large box where Harry was.

Everyone in the carriage greeted Lawrence, but he only felt strange, although he seemed to know their names, and the twins returned the suitcase to him, Lawrence went to the corner window and sat down, and took out a small purple glass bottle,

"Where did you get this?" Fred pointed to the glass bottle in Lawrence's hand, with a bunch of dried lavender tied to the mouth,

"I don't remember, I found it when I was packing my luggage, and it was with an empty black box." Lawrence replied, and Fred held out a hand to George, who reluctantly put a gold Galleon,

Lawrence uncorked the glass bottle, dropped a few drops of the bottle's essential oil in the palm of his hand, and then tapped his temples, and the faint scent of lavender spread through the carriage, "I just think—"

"Just thought, I'm probably going to like it."

Volume 4 [End]