After hearing about Lawrence's decision, Fred and George also thought that they must go with him.

"If we want to win Slytherin, let's be thorough." Fred said,

"So we decided not to do any pranks this semester that would result in a point deduction." George closed his eyes and said with a painful expression,

"Including night tours," Fred added, "and keep the map away, and remember to lock it up when you don't need it."

"Otherwise, we may or may not be able to help it...... You know, an occupational disease...... "George tried to make his expression sad, only he was more like he was grimacing,

"Well," Lawrence agreed, "I'll keep it in my suitcase when I'm not studying it."

October came, the icy and damp mountain wind fell on Hogwarts Castle, in order to show their determination, Fred and George bought the "Dr. Feili's Magical Water Burning Heatless Fireworks", held a small fireworks show in the Gryffindor saloon, and said that they would hold a bigger celebration on Halloween,

"You're not going to take advantage of my birthday to fix me, are you?" After they finished the fireworks show, Lawrence asked suspiciously,

"No, how could you think that?" George replied insincerely,

"Hide your two bad smiles before you answer me like that!" Lawrence couldn't help but complain when he looked at the twins' smiles.

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"Oh! Oh my God, demons, demons." A woman's frightened voice,

"Don't do that, Lisa, calm down." A man's voice shouted,

"Oh my God, don't come again." Lawrence struggled to wake up from the dream, he was covered in sweat, he felt that his neck seemed to ache faintly, but he also understood that this was his own psychological effect, he turned his head, the sky outside the window was slightly bright,

It's Halloween, so they don't have to get up early for class, and Fred and George snored at the exact same frequency. Jordan fell asleep with earmuffs, Lawrence decided not to wake his roommate, he lightly changed into his robe, put the clutter on his body except for his wand, and the birthday present piled up next to the bed into the suitcase, and quietly left the dormitory,

"Ginny?" Lawrence was surprised to see the little girl from the Weasley family in the saloon, and he thought that he was the only one awake at this time.

"Oh...... Lawrence ......" Ginny didn't seem to expect someone to wake up so early, she hurriedly wiped away her tears, and asked with a grin, "Wake up so early?"

"Ugh...... I can't sleep," Lawrence looked at her crying red eyes, and secretly said that he really shouldn't have left the dormitory, and when he wanted to find something to talk about, he didn't expect Ginny to speak one step before him,

"You've been ...... lately Do you want to use that map again?" Ginny asked,

"Ugh...... No, I locked it in my suitcase, and we decided we wanted to earn some points seriously this year, so that we could give Slytherin a little bit of color in the House Cup." Lawrence breathed a sigh of relief, if Ginny hadn't spoken first, he really couldn't handle the situation,

"You're doing it...... Those things...... It's when it's a prank," Ginny asked, stammering a little, "will you do anything?" Like preparing?"

"Oh, of course, we'll evaluate the staff first, plan ahead," Lawrence said, "of course, the more people the better, but for the sake of secrecy, we'd usually prefer to spend more time on the setup."

"Why?" Ginny asked,

"Because everybody thinks differently," Lawrence explained, "like Harry, if he had asked for help, he would have told Ron and Hermione, and this kind of thing, it would be hard for Ron to keep his mouth shut, and it would have been hard for Hermione not to tell the professor, so it would have been difficult for our plan to succeed."

"So if you want to find a helper, you have to think like Luo?" Ginny asked, "What else should you choose a helper?"

"It's more convenient to be friends," Lawrence advises, "so that no one else will feel weird, whether you're together or acting apart."

"Okay, thank you," Ginny replied, she stood up, grabbed her bag aside, and walked briskly back to the girls' dormitory.

"Why do girls always like to carry bags?" Lawrence frowned, he turned his head to look out the window, the sky outside was bright, the tower outside the window, a sharp shadow extended into the saloon, he turned his head suddenly, the saloon seemed to flash a trace of malice, he blinked, waved his wand and lit the stove, the surroundings lit up, everything was fine,

"Delusion?" Lawrence said with a frown as he walked back to his dorm, intending to wake up his roommates to breakfast.

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At the Halloween dinner, in addition to the special lanterns made of Hagrid's king-sized pumpkins, the dining table was filled with delicious delicacies, the candles were shining, and the ceiling was filled with bats flying around from time to time, and the hall was filled with a strong Halloween atmosphere.

The teachers and students happily watched the performance of the Skull Dance Troupe specially invited by Deng Buliduo, and the well-fed students also began to play with each other, and the more daring ones used their wands to shoot bright sparks or explosions, and the teachers in the teacher's seat had no intention of stopping them.

"Oh, it's rare to be so presumptuous." George waved his wand and shot strings of streamers,

"It's a holiday, it's rare." Fred said briskly,

"The special pumpkin pie is so good." Lawrence recalled,

At this time, Deng Bulido stood up happily and announced that the dinner was over, Lawrence took another piece of pie before the food on the table disappeared, and they walked out of the hall with the crowd, and then, the crowd in front of him made a commotion, Lawrence felt an ominous magic, he couldn't help but push the crowd and squeeze forward,

There was a large pool of water on the floor, and on the wall, Lady Loris's tail hung from a torch, and a line of dark red writing flickered with the firelight.

"The Chamber of Secrets has been opened, beware, enemies of the heirs."

"Beware, enemies of the heirs, you'll be next, mud...... Uh......" Decora. Malfoy walked out of the crowd, his cold eyes flashing with malice, his usually bloodless face flushed with excitement, but when he saw Lawrence, who had already taken out his wand in front of the crowd, he still held back the words behind him,

"What's the matter? What's the matter?" Filch heard the screams and squeezed through the crowd, watching his cat scream, "What's wrong with my cat, Lady Loris?"

"Harry. Potter, you, you killed him." Filch screamed, "You killed my cat."

"Filch." Deng Bulido quickly arrived at the scene, and the professors who followed him began to direct the crowd to disperse, and Deng Bulido untied Lady Loris from the torch,

"Come with me, Filch," Dunburydo said with a serious expression, stopping Lawrence, who was about to leave with the crowd, "Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger, and Mr. Rovande, please come along."

"My office is nearest, Headmaster, upstairs—" Lockhart stepped forward and enthusiastically suggested,

Dunbury nodded, he strode upstairs, Lockhart followed him excitedly, Professor McGonagall and Snape hurriedly followed, when they walked into Lockhart's office, Lawrence looked at the portraits and photos on the wall, and couldn't help but roll his eyes, how narcissistic is this person?

Dunburydo placed Lady Loris on the smooth table, he carefully observed the stiff cat through his half-moon shaped glasses, his fingers poked from time to time, Professor McGonagall also squinted at Lady Loris, Snape stood behind them, Lawrence thought his expression was a little pleasant? seemed to be holding back his laughter, while Lockhart was talking loudly about his opinion,

"It must have been a spell that killed him, I've seen it several times, and if I had been there, I would have been able to save him—"

Dunburidor whispered softly, and he tapped Lady Loris's wand on the side, but to no avail, while Lockhart chattered on the sidelines,

"I've had something similar in Ouagadougou - in my autobiography - and then I gave some amulets, and the question is—"

"He's not dead, Filch," Dunburydo said, Lockhart shut up in embarrassment, he was talking about the murders he had prevented,

"Not dead?" Filch looked up blankly,

"What do you feel?" Lawrence." Deng Bulido did not answer, but turned to Lawrence and asked,

"It's rude." Lawrence said to Filch as he lifted Mrs. Loris up, and after a closer look, he closed his eyes and felt it.

"He's petrified," Lawrence said, opening his eyes, affirming,

"Yes," agreed Dunbury, "but how, what other feelings do you have—?"

"Ask him!" Filch pointed at Harry and said, "He knows I'm a Squib, he saw my letter, it must be him."

"I didn't," Harry denied loudly,

"We'll talk about that later," Dunburydo interrupted their conversation, and he motioned for Lawrence to continue,

"Cold—slippery—very ominous magic," Lawrence replied, "and I actually think it's a miracle that the cat didn't die."

"Why," asked Dunburydo, a little surprised, apparently Lawrence giving him an unexpected answer,

"A wizard or something like that can do that, it's easy to kill this cat." Lawrence said, "Why just petrify this cat and not take its life?" (Note 1)

"I'm sorry to be immodest, I can't even cast this level of petrification charm, I don't think Harry has the means to petrify this cat." Lawrence looked at Harry, and Harry nodded gratefully at Lawrence,

"Maybe it's just a warning?" Snape interjected,

"Which warning do you think is more pronounced than a dead cat or a petrified cat?" Lawrence asked rhetorically,

"I suppose you have to call me 'Professor'?" Snape squinted his eyes and said in a dangerous tone,

"I'll answer your question, did you give me extra points?" Professor?" Lawrence sneered,

"That's enough." Professor McGonagall frowned, and Lawrence and Snape shut, "If this happens, you two can't let go of your prejudices?"

"You hear that, Filch," said Dunburydo, "and Mrs. Sprout has recently gotten some mandrakes, and will be able to save your cat once they are ripe."

"I can, let me come," Lockhart finally found another chance to interject, "I've made that potion more than a hundred times......

"I'm sorry," Snape said in a cold tone, "I think I'm the Potions professor at this school."

There was an awkward silence, and Lockhart began to look left and right, but apparently no one wanted to support him,

"You can go," Dunburydo said to his students, "Lawrence, I am amazed at how you feel, remember what I said at the beginning of the semester."

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"Do you think I should tell them about the sound I heard?" Away from the office, Harry finally couldn't wait to ask,

"What's the sound?" Lawrence asked,

"Harry heard a voice," Hermione said with some trepidation, "Harry said the voice said, 'He's going to kill.'"

"I don't think I should tell the professors," Ron replied without hesitation, "even in the wizarding world, it's not a good sign to hear voices that no one else can hear."

"Don't be so decisive, Ron," Lawrence said seriously, "Harry, have you heard this sound anywhere else?"

"Another time," Harry replied, "I heard it once when I was helping Lockhart reply to a fan's letter."

"What is the sound like? Whispers? Or a vague hum?" Lawrence asked,

"No, it's vicious...... The brutal tone is cold and creepy." Harry added, "And he's going to get farther and farther away, and we're climbing upstairs from the Death Day banquet in the cellar."

They came to the portrait of the fat lady in Gryffindorta, and the twins seemed to have been waiting outside for a long time.

"I think you'd better go back quickly, Lawrence," Fred said.

"We've been burglarized in our bedroom," said George, "and we'll see if there's anything missing."

Lawrence hurried back to his bedroom, his suitcase already in a mess.

"What?" Fred asked with concern, Lawrence rummaged through the clutter, in addition to textbooks, there were also difficult extracurricular reading materials, the birthday gift package given by the Weasleys, the Muggle candy gift package given by Harry and Hermione, and Lee. The roasted whiskey sent by Jordan, the money bag he got from his part-time job,

"The map is gone...... Lawrence's face was a little pale, he had an excellent memory, and quickly flipped through the images in his head, except for Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, who didn't attend the Halloween dinner today and knew where the map was,

"It's okay, forget it if you don't see it." George comforted, handing Lawrence a hot drink, "We've got a hot cocoa for you."

"Thank you." Lawrence took the drink, took a big sip, and then—his hair began to grow rapidly, and it shimmered with all kinds of colors.

"Oh, Fred, George!" Lawrence shouted, calming down from his initial distraught, and finally knowing what the twins were going to surprise him on this day,

"You said you went out with this hair on your head, isn't that the best publicity?" Fred laughed at him, and then he and George ran to the saloon with Lawrence to promote their proud product.

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Author's Note: I still have a few side quests for Lawrence, but then Lawrence has to race against time, otherwise the Muggle-born wizards in the school will definitely be killed, what do you think of the author's discipline? If it is killed like this, and then the school closes, this book will definitely be finished here~XDD

Note 1: The book introducing the snake demon only mentions that the snake demon has deadly magic eyes and fangs, but it does not mention that the snake demon will be petrified and immortal by looking at the snake demon in other ways, so it is a bit far-fetched to associate the snake demon from being petrified, right?

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