"Selwyn?" Fred and George glanced at each other, Crookhill jumped between the two of them, and the twins reached out to tickle it left and right, which made Crookshank snort comfortably,

"Ugh...... You know, Lawrence," said George, "our family is known as 'pure-blood traitors.'"

"And we don't have much money other than that big farm," said Fred, "and Dad doesn't seem to be going to the pure-blood gatherings very often."

"Maybe the other Weasleys—" said George, "maybe it's Dad's brother, or maybe they're in touch with the Selwyns?" Can we ask Dad to help me inquire?"

"But it's difficult," Fred said, "Dad said Weasleys are all the same."

"Bill probably knows that you're going to find one thing interesting," said George, "just to keep the descendants pure, so that they don't care if they're pure-blood traitors or not."

"I'm sure Bill would have received a lot of invitations to gatherings even if he was far away in Egypt." Fred said,

"As for Rose. Selwyn—" George said, exchanging a meaningful look with Fred, who reached for his suitcase and pulled out a notebook from the inner compartment,

"Avery, Caro, Crouch, Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle," Fred began to pronounce a long list of surnames, Lawrence's eyebrows raised higher and higher, almost out of sight, "Manet, Noether, Rohr, Selwyn."

"Her family members are supposed to be from her father's generation, and at least one of them is a Death Eater." George said,

"......," Lawrence said in admiration as he looked at them for a long time, "Looks like you've had a really good summer...... Colorful."

"Of course," Fred looked smug,

"And she—" George rolled his eyes,

"A rose with thorns," said Fred, and Lawrence blinked, he had just seen a hint of warning flash in Crookshan's eyes, "still a rose in a swarm of snakes."

"It's a strange person, too." George added, Lawrence raised an eyebrow,

"She used to dye her hair crimson." Fred nodded in add, looking a little confused, "But no one knows why she did it."

"Maybe it's a nod to her name?" George guessed, "Red roses?"

"I see, I thought it was a 'rebellious' expression of wanting to be a Weasley." Fred suddenly realized,

"Don't be stupid, she's a Slytherin," George said with pity on his face, "though she's good-looking."

"It's good-looking, though." Fred agreed, and as soon as he finished saying this, he was caught by Angelina passing by,

"You can't learn a lesson." George commented, Lawrence fully agreed, and Crookhill lay down where Fred had left, its tail flicking around like a brush,

Lawrence felt something in his pocket getting slightly hot, he touched the small leather bag that was hot, took out the two-way mirror from it, and saw Fleur greeting him with a smile,

"I miss you." Fleur said, George looked at Lawrence with a sad and angry face, Lawrence couldn't help but smile, opened the box door, and stood in the hallway to talk to Fleur,

Crookhill looked up from his seat, jumped out of his chair amid George's shouts, and slipped through the crack in the unclosed box door,

"Well, now even a cat is gone from me." George hugged and complained, and began to sort out the orders sent yesterday.

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"I guess it's really different this year, right?" George yawned as he looked at the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, Dolores. Umbridge speaks,

"I didn't even know that the Sorting Hat would sing to warn us." Fred said, "And someone would dare to interrupt Dumbledore."

"Isn't she afraid of being hung from the ceiling?" George looked at the ceiling maliciously, as if expecting to see her from above,

Umbridge finally finished her speech, but of course she was not hung on the ceiling, Dumbledore was the first to applaud, and the other faculty members also clapped their hands, but some of the teachers were not very supportive, just clapped a few times and put their hands down,

Before the students realized that Umbridge had finished speaking, and before they had time to clap their hands, Dunbulido stood up again and continued the interrupted conversation.

Lawrence glanced at the ceiling, knocked on the dining table unconsciously with his left hand, and played with the two-way mirror with his right hand.

"Merlin, haven't you talked enough on the train?" George complained,

"It's like we've been talking on the train." Lawrence disagreed,

"Didn't you feel sorry for her for not sleeping well, and asked her to make up for a nap quickly?" Fred said with a narrow expression, but Lawrence only raised his eyebrows, but did not answer,

"It's been less than two months since I fell in love, and I'm going to be separated." George deliberately smacked his lips, and Lawrence had the urge to knock him on the head with a dinner plate at this time,

But at this time, Dumbledore announced the end of the banquet, and the sound of chairs grinding against the floor came and went, and the noise of people talking became louder and louder, but none of the three of them made any movement to stand up, because when they got up at this time, they would only follow the crowd at the entrance of the hall.

After a while, the crowd gathered at the entrance of the hall gradually dispersed, and only the students were still sitting at the long table, and the three of them were about to get up and leave the table.

"I think if it's you, I'll be able to hear what she means." A haughty voice rang out from behind Lawrence and the twins, who turned around and saw the unexpected trio, Decora. Malfoy and his henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle,

"Is that you?" George looked at Malfoy and said,

"Why are you here?" Fred asked in a bad tone, George was looking around, Lawrence guessed he was looking around and there were no other teachers,

"I don't have much to say to you, Weasley." Malfoy said dismissively, and he said to Lawrence, "Can you talk, Rovande?"

"I thought you should be leading the Slytherin first-year students back to your saloon right now?" Lawrence said calmly,

"Pansy. Parkinson will help me with those things," Malfoy said, lowering his voice and continuing, "I have something here that you might be interested in, and I think we can change places—"

"Just say it here, Malfoy," Lawrence said, "and my friends are asking me all day and night about things I'm interested in, so let them hear about it."

「…… I want to tell you how important it is to be on the right side," Malfoy looked a little annoyed, probably because Lawrence didn't accept his 'kindness' in changing places, "The Ministry of Magic isn't on your side right now."

"Do you want me to do something with my arms on the Ministry of Magic's thigh?" Lawrence felt a little funny,

"No, I'd like to say that you have a better choice—the Dark Lord," Malfoy said in a somewhat excited tone, "The Dark Lord has personally recruited you, and you should promise that you will be one of us."

"So you're going to tell me now that you left your job as a prefect early and became a lobbyist for Voldemort, right?" Lawrence suddenly felt a little sad, the Order of the Phoenix tried its best to prohibit them from participating in these things,

Hearing the word Downlander, Malfoy shuddered, and Crabbe and Goyle were more like they had passed through a group of ghosts,

"That's the right choice, isn't it? - Look at last year," Malfoy's gray eyes sparkled, "a fake mad-eyed Moody can make you around—"

"I remembered when I heard you say that, you were turned into a little ferret by him last year, and you were played around in the air?" Without waiting for Lawrence to speak, Fred sneered,

"You still have a chance, though you turned down the Dark Lord's recruitment," Malfoy's pale cheeks, probably an abnormal flush of anger, "my father can help you, he is the most trusted person around the Dark Lord—"

"It turned out to be just Lucius. Malfoy's lobbyist," Lawrence chuckled, "didn't your father tell you? I think Voldemort's most trusted servant right now would be Barty. Crouch."

Malfoy seemed to have been punched, he opened his mouth and tried to refute, but the words of the rebuttal could not be spoken, which confirmed Lawrence's suspicion that Decora was just a lobbyist for Lucius, and he had no idea what was going on inside the Death Eaters,

"I guess your father just wants to use me to restore his position, right?" Lawrence said lightly, and then he closed his mouth as he saw Snape coming over,

"Decora, why didn't you bring the first-year students back to the dorm?" Snape asked, behind him, Rose. Selwyn looked at them expressionlessly, she looked very unhappy,

"I...... I asked Parkinson's to help me, Professor." Malfoy hurriedly bowed his head, like a child who had done something wrong,

"Then you should go back to your dorm now, and tomorrow you'll lead them to the first class." Snape said calmly, and when Malfoy heard this, he was pardoned, and he quickly fled with Crabbe and Goyle.

"Weasley, it's time for you to go back to Gryffindor Tower, too." Snape's piercing eyes glanced at the twins, "Rovander has work to do."