The weather was so dark and damp this week, and on the evening of Friday, the Gryffindor Quidditch goalkeeper selection took place as scheduled.

Lawrence was waving his wand to remove the water from the Quidditch stands, and a group of Gryffindor students were sitting loosely in the stands, most of them had come to cheer on their friends.

Lawrence saw Ron standing in the ball pool with his new broomstick from a distance, and from the gestures of Fred and George pointing at Ron, it could be guessed that Ron did not tell his brothers that he would participate in the tryouts.

"Looks like I'm not late, right?" Miss Selwyn sat down in her seat beside Lawrence,

"Why are you here?" Lawrence frowned, "Only Gryffindor students should be allowed to come in right now."

"I'm the president of the girls' council, right?" "We are second only to teachers in our school, and we are certainly not affected by such regulations," Selwyn reminded.

"But that doesn't include picking flowers, does it?" Lawrence pointed to a bunch of yellow flowers with stalks in Selwyn's hand,

"Am I not preparing for possible accidents?" Selwyn said lightly,

There was a shrill whistle, and the five Gryffindor Quidditch players were the first to leave the ground, and the goalkeeper's draftsman staggered to take, but fell off the broomstick,

It happened so suddenly, until another shrill whistle that an exclamation came from the stands, he was lying there with his face to the ground and didn't get up for a long time, and the five Gryffindors flying in the air quickly returned to the ground,

Selwyn jumped up from his position and walked briskly down the stairs, scribbling down the small stairs at the edge of the stands into the ball pool, Lawrence following her closely,

Angelina crouched next to the injured Gryffindor student, and luckily, the recent wet weather kept the grass in the ball pool soft,

"It's okay, it's just a few scrapes," Angelina reassured, "but your nose is bleeding, so I think you'd better go to the hospital room."

"Hey?" Fred saw Selwyn, who was approaching the injured step by step, and reminded his teammates,

"Let me come." Selwyn shouted, and everyone looked at her, and among the crowd of people wearing golden red Quidditch robes, Selwyn in a Slytherin silver-green uniform stood out,

"Your name is Selwyn, right? How did you get in?" George clasped his hands on his chest, blocking the direction of Selwyn's advance, and asked in an unkind tone,

"Get out of the way." Selwyn said impatiently, "I'm the president of the Girls' Council."

Lawrence stepped forward and patted George, and then Selwyn walked around them and crouched down next to the injured student,

"Uh, I think we can send Fred and George to take him to the hospital room?" Angelina looked at Selwyn with some uneasiness,

"But isn't your selection going to be halted for the time being?" Selwyn raised a bunch of flowers in his hand, "Let me do it."

She plucked one of the flowers, pulled out her wand, and danced her wrist gracefully, the small yellow flowers disintegrating into a tiny mist, emitting a hazy halo in the evening sun, and the tip of her wand pulled a wisp of mist, gently covering the abrasions and the slightly swollen nose,

"What's that?" George frowned and asked,

"Mullein, combined with spells, has a good anti-inflammatory and hemostatic effect." Lawrence replied,

"That's fine, right?" Selwyn looked at the Gryffindor students standing not far away, they had just run down from the stands, apparently friends of the injured student, "But what happened to make this fall?"

"It's okay...... I...... I'm fine." The injured student's face was swollen and red, he didn't even wipe the blood from his face, and after a hurried bow to everyone, he staggered to his friends,

"I think he was too nervous to cause himself to fall." Fred whispered to Lawrence,

"If all the future selections are like this, then I don't have any hope for this year's goalkeeper selection." George said pessimistically,

"Okay, thank you very much, uh...... Miss Selwyn's help," Angelina paused, and she gave Lawrence a pleading look, "The auditions are starting again, Lawrence - please help us get Miss Selwyn back to the stands."

"I'm actually really curious." Back in the stands, Lawrence said calmly, "I haven't heard of you being a Slytherin who would help Gryffindor."

"Of course you haven't heard," Selwyn said, playing with the remaining strings of yellow flowers, "for the first time in more than six years of school."

"Ugh."

"Quidditch always comes with a lot of surprises, and you don't think it's a good opportunity to show you favor," Selwyn said unabashedly, "It looks pretty good at the moment, doesn't it?"

"I don't see the use of courting me?" Lawrence said,

"No, you're much more useful than you think," Selwyn was a little surprised,

"But that's not what I want to do, it's what my father wants me to do," Selwyn said in low spirits, as she began to tear off the petals one by one and throw them on the ground, "Otherwise, I'd prefer to stay in the castle dungeon at this time."

"Did Voldemort ask him to do it?" Lawrence thought for a moment and asked,

Selwyn shrugged and didn't comment, Gryffindor's Quidditch goalkeeper selection seemed to be on the right track, and there were no other serious accidents, the sky gradually darkened, and the selection came to an end, Selwyn covered his mouth and yawned, then stood up,

"Don't forget the student council meeting next Monday." Selwyn said, "I remember when you were a prefect, but you couldn't be like that when you were the president of the boys' council."

Selwyn left the stands with the petals scattered all over the place, and the people in the middle of the pool gathered together as if to make a final selection check, and the spectators in the stands streamed down the small ladder into the pool, curious to see who would represent Gryffindor in the end.

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"Stoic. Baldmore—"

At breakfast on Saturday, Fred and George were wearing Gryffindor Quidditch robes, and they were flipping through the day's Daily Prophet.

"I noticed you learned to read the newspaper this year?" Lawrence said in an admiring tone looking at the exotic beast,

"Since the day we started advertising this thing." Fred said,

"We should always know where our gold goes." George said,

"Very well, you just talked about Stoic. Podmore?" Lawrence asked, and took the newspaper that Fred handed over,

"He was imprisoned in Azkaban for six months in order to break into a door." Fred lowered his voice and said,

"We've been suspecting something—" George looked around cautiously to make sure no one was eavesdropping nearby, and on weekends students usually wake up late, and the cafeteria tables were empty,

"Remember when we overheard the Order of the Phoenix on a scheduled mission?" Fred asked, and Lawrence nodded,

"Did we tell you that we later found out that they had more than one task that required shifts?" Fred asked again, Lawrence frowned, and Fred looked at George suspiciously,

"We seem to be talking to Harry?" George also looked at his brother with the same puzzled expression, Fred shook his head, George shrugged, Fred spread his hands, they obviously reached a consensus not to dwell on such small things,

"Well, to put it simply, we all know that Mongaston has failed in his mission to protect Harry." Fred said,

"After Harry arrived at HQ, we heard Mom asking him to report to Moody for another shift, and they weren't well staffed." "We learned that there wasn't just a shift to guard Harry."

"You rarely see Mongueston fighting as fiercely, and he usually doesn't dare to talk back to his mother." Fred added,

"But in the end, Mongueston succeeded, he said, it would be hard for him to go to that place without suspicion." "Everybody agrees that he has a point."

"What we were thinking about was, where Mongueston went, where it was easy to be suspicious?" George said,

"However, he's a thief and a liar, right, and you'll be suspected of going to many places, right?" Fred said,

"And he's a smuggler of contraband." Lawrence said, Fred and George nodded repeatedly, and these two guys relied on Mongaston to get a lot of contraband materials.

"And then we saw this." George flicked the newspaper, "Ministry of Magic."

"So many members of the Order of the Phoenix work in the Ministry of Magic." Fred said,

"So- could it be that the mission is in the Ministry of Magic?" George, as if he had found a candy jar hidden by his parents, said in a somewhat worried and happy tone,

"He was arrested on the night of September 1st." Lawrence said slowly, "Fleur told me this morning that she hasn't had any assignments lately." (Note 1)

Fred and George's eyes flashed with excitement, Lawrence's intelligence matched theirs, but they didn't have time to get excited for too long, because Angelina came with a broom to drive people, and Gryffindor's Quidditch training was about to begin, but the two guys were still sitting leisurely at the long table in the hall chatting,

"A door? Does that have anything to do with the weapons we talked about that day?" Lawrence pondered silently, he felt a wave of irritability, unraveling one problem, only to create more,

He suddenly regretted a little, why did he listen to Dumbledore in the first place and not use his talent to get news of the Order of the Phoenix?

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Note 1: In the original book, Podmore was cast by Malfoy's Imperius Curse on the day of Harry's hearing, and he attempted to break into the Ministry of Magic on the night of August 31st, but here, Fleur switched shifts with him in order to take Lawrence to King's Cross Station on September 1st.