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The next morning, as Professor McGonagall handed out the timetable along the dining table, the sixth-graders stood by and waited for Professor McGonagall to check their eligibility.

Lawrence, Fred and George, the three of them were leisurely enjoying breakfast, they looked at the class schedule, and knew that this morning was only Professor Sprout's Herbology, and in the afternoon it was Professor Flitvier's Charms, but Ron on the other end seemed to be very dissatisfied with the class schedule,

"History of Magic, two lessons in Potions, two lessons in Divination, two lessons in Defence Against the Dark Arts—" Ron yelled angrily, "I wish Fred and George could sell me some quick-acting skipping candy cheaply—"

"Oh, my dear little brother," Fred leaned over with great interest, "I heard you right, did I? The Gryffindor prefect wants to skip class?"

"We're not going to make you cheaper," George pulled out a price list, and Ron looked at the price with a bitter face, "Clearly mark the price code, Tong Suo is not a fool."

"I mean, you guys, you won't want to recruit testers this year, will you?" Hermione stared at the twins with sharp eyes,

"Look, didn't we do pretty well last year?" Fred asked, surprised,

"And you didn't hear anyone's protests, did you?" George said,

"I think you're in the fifth grade, and you're going to run out of energy to take care of this soon." Fred shrugged, "Maybe you'll need to buy me a box."

"Why do I need that kind of thing like yours?" Hermione frowned,

"Because of the ordinary sorcery level test." Fred explained with gusto, "This exam is not a joke, we didn't even have time to play pranks in order to prepare for this thing."

"It's been a dark time." George said nostalgically,

"I think it was a peaceful time for all Hogwarts students." Hermione couldn't help but retort,

"Not really, after all, the school is surrounded by a bunch of Dementors, right?" "Everybody was a little nervous," Fred said.

"I think if we play a prank at the right time, it can help relieve tension or some hysterical reaction." George said proudly,

"I remember you did well in the exams, right, all the subjects were above E (beyond expectations)." Ron said slowly, "Mom even acquiesced in what you were doing."

"It's thanks to Lawrence." George hurriedly got up and helped Lawrence's empty cup fill with orange juice, while Fred jumped behind Lawrence to help him massage his shoulder.

"You two living treasures, that's enough." Lawrence shook off Fred's harassment, then grabbed George's hand as he tried to add some ingredients to the orange juice.

"Gee, but we don't really care about academic achievement." Fred said nonchalantly,

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"We thought about whether we should come back to class," George said, "Lawrence gave us a lot of gold, and we could have paid the rent in Diagon Alley."

"Lawrence doesn't really want to come back, either." Fred added,

"What?" Hermione turned to look at Lawrence, her face full of disbelief, Lawrence nodded in confirmation of what Fred said,

"You gave them all the prize money from the Triwizard Tournament?" Harry and Ron asked in unison, and Lawrence continued to nod as he drank the juice,

"But Percy has become that virtuous, and Mom will definitely not agree to our request to leave school early." George said,

"But we're not going to waste time, this is our last year here," Fred looked at the hall with loving eyes, "and just like last year, what a fulfilling year it has been for market research, R&D, and testing new products."

"It's time for us to flash people, Fred, and if we arrive before the herbology class, we might have a chance to sell a few stacks of quick-acting truant candy." After George finished speaking, Lawrence put down the empty glass, and the twins picked up a few slices of toast, and the three of them left the hall together.

"You'll find that they'll always just do what they think, and they'll do well, Hermione." Harry said, and he began to spread the toast with jam,

"I'm just—worried." Hermione was a little discouraged,

"You'd better worry about our lesson today." Ron said listlessly, and Harry glanced at Hermione, placing the jam-coated toast on Hermione's empty plate, and then took another slice of toast.

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On Thursday afternoon, the first week of school, on their way to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, Lawrence, Fred, and George had a series of discussions about Professor Umbridge's Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

"Angelina is going mad, Harry has been sent off for labor service by Umbridge and may have to miss the goalkeeper selection on Friday."

"If her lessons are as bad as Ron they say, then we're going to skip every class after that."

"Would you like to say this in front of a student council president?"

"What's the matter? You used to be a prefect, didn't you play a prank with us?"

"You didn't do anything short of violating the school rules."

"So you're starting to denounce me now, aren't you?"

"How so? We're complimenting you on being the most enlightened prefect Hogwarts has ever seen."

"Now it's about becoming the most enlightened male student council president Hogwarts has ever seen."

Walking into the classroom, Professor Umbridge was dressed in a plush pink woolen sweater and wore a large black velvet bow on his head, and only when all the students in the super-labor witchcraft class were seated did Professor Umbridge begin to speak,

"Good afternoon, everybody."

"Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge."

Apparently everyone had heard the rumors of her class, no one had even taken out their wands, and every student seemed to be waiting for Professor Umbridge to come to this super-exhausting class.

And when Professor Umbridge asked everyone to put away their wands and take out their quills, a folded note came from the other students, and it was heavy, and it turned out to be wrapped in a piece of gold Galleons.

"Just four quick-acting skipping candies, no change. Roger. Davis

George handed Fred a small piece of parchment with instructions for eating, Fred waved his wand covertly, and four candies wrapped in bright wrapping paper flew out of the sugar jar in his backpack, Fred quickly wrapped the candy in parchment paper, and then passed it back,

A short time later, Professor Umbridge looked at the four Ravenclaw students who were vomiting, and although she looked puzzled, she told them to leave the classroom.

The successful experience of the predecessors made the students' enthusiasm for quick-relief truant candy out of control like a pile of hay that had been lit, and the notes were passed secretly, and bags of candy were handed out, and after a while, only Lawrence, Fred, George, and Cedric were left in the classroom. Hufflepuff students led by Diggory,

Cedric, who was sitting at the front of the classroom, turned his head, Lawrence just met his gaze, Cedric showed a look as if he didn't know whether to laugh or not, Lawrence shrugged his shoulders in response, and finally waited until the end of class, the twins happily threw their backpacks on their shoulders, and waited until they left the classroom for a distance before they couldn't wait to speak,

"You said how much money would we make a week if all the Lumbridge Defence Against the Dark Arts students in the whole school came to buy from us?" George asked excitedly,

"It's not realistic, George," Fred said sensibly, "we're in seventh grade after all, and I think there are very few students in the lower grades who dare to skip class."

"And it's Defence Against the Dark Arts class," Lawrence said, "and with the teacher being different every year, and getting a grade of E or higher, I think almost every student who chooses to continue taking this course has been able to read well on their own."

"We've done a good job this year," Fred thought for a moment, "Professor Lupin was the Witch Tester."

"I know all of this, but there's always some hope." George complained,

"But for this class alone, we've earned five Galleons and seven Siko." Fred happily said, "Some people don't want to look for money, and it makes us a little bit more."

"So are you going to skip class next time?" Lawrence asked curiously,

"Of course not." The twins said in unison,

"For Kim Gallon's sake, her class isn't that bad." George sighed as they chatted as they walked to the eighth-floor Room of Requirement, where they were going to stay until dinner was empty.