Before Professor McGonagall came to check on Lawrence, the other residents of the mansion were finally allowed to visit Lawrence, the small room was almost full, and fortunately the crucibles that had been placed in the room had been removed, otherwise they would not have had a place to stand.

Mrs. Weasley scrutinized Fred and George's pockets to make sure they didn't bring anything 'interesting' with them, they only thought that Lawrence had been injured in the duel, but they didn't know that it was actually because of the forbidden Transfiguration Charm, and everyone was talking about the attack, speculating about the true face of the attacker,

"Death Eaters must have been." Ron swore by it,

"But Professor Dumbledore doesn't think so." Hermione retorted,

"But actually, even if it's a Death Eater, they're not going to tell us, are they?" Harry said gloomily,

"'You're too young.'" George raised his voice and deliberately imitated his mother,

"But why didn't Lawrence get treated at St. Mungo's Magical Injury Hospital?" Ginny questioned,

"The Ministry of Magic covered up the attack, didn't it?" Fred guessed, "I don't think they want Lawrence to be in the hospital."

"That's enough, you guys," Mrs. Weasley peeked in through the door, "Lawrence's injuries are almost all spell scars, and who knows better than Professor Dumbledore?"

"Dumbledore?" Harry yelled, and then he realized he was too excited, and quickly replied, "I mean, Professor Dumbledore is here?"

"Professor Dumbledore is gone, Harry," Mrs. Weasley said kindly, "he has a lot of things to do."

"Aha, yes, he's a busy man." Harry said angrily, and he could see that he was not happy to hear the news,

"I think Lawrence is tired too, Professor McGonagall should be almost there." Mrs. Weasley glanced at Lawrence and said to the children,

"Why was the spell's scar examined by Professor McGonagall?" Hermione was a little confused,

"I hope you didn't ask that because you doubted my spell skills, Miss Granger." Professor McGonagall's voice came from outside the door,

"Ah, that's not the case, Professor." Hermione was startled when she heard Professor McGonagall's voice, and her expression was a little embarrassed,

"I also got an 'outstanding' rating for my Charms Extravaganza," Professor McGonagall pushed her square patterned glasses, "and I haven't forgotten to refine this part of my craft over the years."

Under Professor McGonagall's gaze and Mrs. Weasley's command, the children rushed out of the small room, Mrs. Weasley closed the door, Professor McGonagall drew her wand, a light blue fluorescent light came out of the tip of the wand, she held it up from Lawrence's right hand and began to examine it,

"At this rate, we'll have to start preparing by midnight tonight at the latest," Professor McGonagall said, "Adjust your mindset, Rovande, the risk of lifting the spell is about the same as casting a spell on yourself, and in fact, we're well prepared, at least better than the night you hurriedly cast the spell."

"The trouble is to extract the dragon's blood." Lawrence said,

"Yes, the activity of the dragon's blood is restored by your own power, and it will instinctively refuse to leave that place," Professor McGonagall pointed his wand at the location of Lawrence's heart, where a blue fire dragon was reflected in the pale blue fluorescent light, "but if you don't leave, your blood will compete with the dragon's blood for a place here, and you will not survive this clash of powers."

"But if you don't deal with it, and let the Transfiguration Charm complete the transformation of your nature, it will only delay your self-destruction," Professor McGonagall said, "Maybe you can indeed achieve great power, but it could be years or the next second, and you will self-destruct."

"Voldemort used it, too, but he's alive and well." Lawrence said,

"I think Professor Dumbledore is right—because he doesn't know 'love,'" Professor McGonagall frowned at the name, "those inhuman ferocities don't bother him, but you're different, and we're all pretty sure you have 'love' in your heart." (Note 1)

"Actually, Professor Dumbledore has a way of suppressing the Transfiguration Charm," a twinkle flashed in Professor McGonagall's eyes, "but that's not a one-and-done solution, you still have to deal with the inhuman emotions that accumulate and erupt at once, and—."

"—and, I don't trust Dumbledore much now." Lawrence finished what Professor McGonagall had left unfinished, "Instead of agreeing to his methods, it is better to gain power."

"I don't know how you could do this, and Professor Dumbledore doesn't want to explain it to me." Professor McGonagall flashed a hint of dissatisfaction, and then she withdrew her wand,

"Adjust your mind," Professor McGonagall cautioned again, "I'll check on you again later."

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As night fell, the old house after dinner was very quiet, and all the children, under the command of Mrs. Weasley, helped to decorate the Christmas decorations, which made them all tired and go to bed early, and at midnight, Fleur, Professor McGonagall, and Snape all came to Lawrence's room, and Professor McGonagall made a final check,

"Are you ready?" Professor McGonagall asked,

"Lend your wand, Rovander." Snape said coldly,

Lawrence's face was very pale, but his eyes were still clear, he nodded and handed his wand to Snape, Professor McGonagall bowed slightly, and retreated to the corner of the room with Snape, and then they pulled out the fluffy earmuffs from their pockets, like the kind to prevent the mandrake from crying,

Lawrence wasn't too curious about their actions for long, for Fleur drew her wand and arced into the air, and then she whispered a spell as everyone watched, or so she sang,

Unlike Phoenix's song full of hope and courage, Fleur's singing has a hint of nostalgia in it, evoking the most beautiful memories in his heart, it doesn't quite feel like a spell, Lawrence thought, and then he only felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, until he fell asleep deeply, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, and he didn't know what kind of good dreams he was having,

Fleur didn't stop singing, Snape and Professor McGonagall had crept over to the bedside, they didn't say a word, they both raised their wands, and threads of glowing flew out of Professor McGonagall's wand, and when they attached to Lawrence, the white filaments of light were stained with a heavy dark red,

A furious scream rang out in everyone's hearts, Fleur's singing trembled, but she continued to sing, Professor McGonagall's wand was deflected, but she finally held the spell steady, more filaments of light flew out of her wand, Snape poked his wand into Lawrence's heart expressionlessly, his hand did not tremble at all, and without any hesitation, he slashed Lawrence's chest,

"Plop-poof-" It was the sound of Lawrence's heartbeat, no one could actually hear it, but looking at the bare beating heart, the beating sound of the heart seemed to ring clearly in everyone's ears, Snape's hand was still steady, but the cold sweat that slipped down his forehead showed his nervousness,

No blood came out of the open heart, Professor McGonagall shook the wand in her hand, and the white filament wrapped around Lawrence's heart, and the moment the heart stopped beating, Snape raised his wand again, this time using Lawrence's wand, and he aimed it at Lawrence's bare heart, and carefully stabbed it down, (Note 2)

Snape didn't really pierce Lawrence's heart, his wand tentatively stopped on the heart, pressed down slightly, he whispered the incantation, and then raised the wand little by little like a heavy object,

A thick black liquid adhered to the tip of the wand, the edges glowed with a faint red light, and it was only when Snape pulled it out for a short period that everyone could see that it was a small fire dragon, the wand was pulling the dragon's neck, it hung its head and did not move, Snape's eyes were very focused, he needed to use all his strength to pull it out little by little,

The song continued, and the threads attached to Lawrence gradually turned white, and everything seemed to be moving in a good direction, except for the slender tail, Snape had pulled almost the entire black dragon out, and just when everyone seemed to see the dawn of victory, the mutation abruptly occurred

The fire dragon opened one eye, the pitch-black skin cracked open, and the blood that emitted a red light oozed out, and the fire dragon, made of blood, raised its head in the horrified gaze of everyone

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Lawrence lay relaxed in a sea of flowers, he had been lying for a long time, until he heard someone calling him, so he sat up from the sea of flowers, stretched a lazy waist, and then he looked up and saw himself,

It may not be accurate to describe himself, the man has the same height and appearance as Lawrence, the only difference is that his skin reveals blood-colored lines, which look like dragon scales when you look closely,

"Is this what I look like now?" Lawrence asked,

"If you're talking about appearances? Then it's not.'"

"I think so," Lawrence tilted his head, "a fully working spell shouldn't be a waste of power on changing appearances, it should only happen for the sixth or seventh time."

"If you want to continue, it's not impossible."

"Oh?" Lawrence raised an eyebrow,

"If you don't really want to break the spell, it's too late."

"But I guess they're going well outside." Lawrence pointed to himself in front of him, the blood-stained skin, flesh-colored dragon lin peeled off the ground along the lines,

"And this one." The man opened his palm, revealing a pocket-sized oval dragon egg,

"Why is it that everything is like this, and there is still a choice?" Lawrence sneered slightly,

"There are choices for everything, but I didn't find it, or I didn't want to find it, now, how do you choose?"

「……」

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The fire dragon stared at Fleur chanting a hypnotic spell with one open eye, its eyes showed violent emotions, but it didn't have time to succeed, Lawrence opened his eyes, the white threads on his body broke one after another, and his heart began to beat vigorously again,

"Rovande—" Professor McGonagall shrieked,

"Pull him out, Professor—" Lawrence said softly, Snape didn't hesitate, twitched his wand hard, and threw the dragon against the wall, bursting into a cloud of flames and scattered blood, Professor McGonagall quickly flicked his wand, ready to heal the wound on Lawrence's chest, but Lawrence grabbed Professor McGonagall's hand holding the wand,

"What are you doing?" Professor McGonagall asked angrily,

"It's alright, it hasn't started bleeding yet, has it?" Lawrence's blank face pulled a hard smile as he looked at Snape, who had completely destroyed the dragon into a puddle of dragon blood, "And it won't work, Professor."

"My wand, Professor." Lawrence's voice was barely audible, but Snape heard it, and he gave him back Lawrence's wand,

"It's going to be over soon." Lawrence said to Fleur, who was already kneeling beside the bed, he pointed his wand at his heart, and then frowned, a small crack slipped out of a pocket-sized blood-colored dragon egg, Snape was the fastest to react, he waved his wand almost instantly to stop the blood spurting from Lawrence's heart, Lawrence only felt the world spin for a while, and then lost consciousness. (Note 3)

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The room was dark, but warm, this was Lawrence's first reaction when he opened his eyes, the air was filled with a faint scent of lavender, Lawrence turned his neck, his actions obviously alarmed the people who were lying on the side and had nothing to sleep, they looked at each other in the dark for a few seconds,

"I hope I haven't missed the Christmas Eve Christmas Dinner yet." Lawrence spoke, his voice weaker than he had imagined,

"You've missed it, but we've got you covered." Fleur replied hoarsely, and she hurriedly got up,

"Hey, wait," Lawrence said, asking again, "Have you started unpacking the gifts?" (Note 4)"

"Not yet." Fleur said,

"I must admit that I didn't have time to prepare," Lawrence said, "and that day in Diagon Alley, I would have liked to have found time to buy land, which should have been plentiful—"

"It's okay," Lawrence didn't hear the slightest loss in Fleur's tone, "I've received the best gift—"

"Welcome back." Fleur leaned over and kissed Lawrence on the forehead,

"I received a gift in advance—" Lawrence's smile curled up as the dark room seemed to brighten, "I'm back."

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Note 1: Just like the Slytherin locket, for Umbridge it can increase its power, similar to the concept.

Note 2: Open heart surgery is usually performed at a low temperature and the heart stops, thanks to magic.

Note 3: Thanks to magic, it will only bring a period of weakness for a few months.

Note 4: In the UK, Christmas gifts are usually opened on Christmas Eve or Christmas morning, but in Harry Potter they are usually opened in the morning.

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I should have read every book review, and I replied to a few of the more impressive ones, as well as explained some questions.

First, the acceptance of one slap and three slaps is not consistent, which is something that surprises me, for me, one or three slaps, is an equivalent thing, but if you change this to make the reader more acceptable, it is okay to only make such modifications. Because for me it is equivalent, in fact I ...... Belch...... It's going to be three slaps, and it's about wanting to feel more and more painful, so that when people see the last one, they say, 'Ah! Yes!! Yes!!! It hurts."

Second, I won't vote, and I don't have a reason to vote, and after I decide who the heroine is, I won't modify this part.

3. You don't think the reasons why Hermione would have done that are not very convincing to me, if Hermione would use a "spell attack" on Ron because of "worry" and "taunt", then what about the stronger emotion of "betrayal"? Note that Lawrence and Fleur are more intimate than Hermione and Ron at the time.

Fourth, every time Hermione attacked Ron, Ron subconsciously resisted Hermione's attacks, if he didn't resist, those attacks should have hit his face, right? (laughs)

5. Lawrence didn't resist because of guilt, you can't blame Fleur for not resisting, note that he was looking forward to the Christmas holiday after the party, but after Mr. Weasley was attacked, voila, 'his face is not very good' (my chapter names are almost all the focus of viewing), the next day on the train, he tiredly asked how long it was until he was left in London, and when he returned to the old house, he fell asleep, and the next day he ran to Diagon Alley with his twin brothers, he didn't expect to see Fleur at all, right?

6. Idol dramas? I thought about it for a while, and finally I guessed, Sherlock, the detective of the British drama, I remember that there was a forensic jasmine who slapped Sherlock a few times, and I thought, uh...... Lawrence, like Sherlock, completely deserves it, standing firm in the beating, actually, I don't specifically refer to a certain scene, all scenes pop out of the brain, but maybe there are subconscious associations? I guess.

7. I think that strong enough actions and words can wake up those who are lost in the sake of the goal, those who are caught in their own thoughts, and it is not easy to turn back because of your kind words and persuasions, and besides, time is pressing, and there is no time for good words and persuasions.

Eighth, I mean that what I'm most looking forward to someone solving is the little trick I've been playing with almost the whole volume, and if I can solve it, I'll find out how interesting some of the designs are. (In the book, it is hinted at what trick is twice, and in fact, I have played a small trick five times so far)

9. And the other kind of little tricks, if you unravel it, my head will hurt, because you are tantamount to unraveling what I am going to do in Europe in the sixth volume.

10. Why do you add it at the end, because the author's words are really not very easy to use, there is no way to wrap lines, and the word count of this paragraph is about 900 words, so this chapter is actually a chapter of 4,000 words.