"Agilros...... Wait," Lawrence suddenly remembered something, "Professor Dumbledore went to the funeral of one of Agueros the day after the Diagon Alley incident."

"Ah, I think you're talking about, Hydro. Aguiros's funeral," Selwyn seemed bored, "the newspapers did, but it was small, and Fudge would have liked them to write a little more about discrediting Dumbledore than reporting on it."

"So his grandson, or great-grandson, Ares. Agiros came to England secretly on the eve of his funeral?" Lawrence whispered, leaning forward slightly, his head racing in thought, "No, maybe he's spying on Mr. Fosco....... Is it possible that he has been in England all along?"

"Huh." Selwyn didn't answer, rubbed his eyes and asked lazily, "Do you have any other questions?"

Lawrence shook his head, and Selwyn leaned forward and took the parchment wrap that had been placed on the table, wrapped in the crown,

"Off topic," Selwyn opened the corner of the package and glanced at the crown inside, "I'm curious, how did you find this tiara?" I'm guessing you found it somewhere at Hogwarts?"

"It's and...... Well, a bunch of clutter put together, and I wouldn't have noticed it if I hadn't seen some of the images and seen the crown in the Ravenclaw saloon," Lawrence replied, "I thought it was just a normal, rusty ornament—"

"But once I put it on, I'm pretty sure it's a magic item with magical powers." Lawrence said,

"A pile of clutter? What kind of place does Hogwarts have?" Selwyn rewrapped the crown and chuckled and asked, "Maybe it's on the seventh floor, I heard Filch say there's a utility room there?"

"I think you may have misheard," Lawrence replied calmly, raising an eyebrow, "when I was in third grade, Filch told us there was a broom room."

"Oh?" Selwyn didn't continue to ask, but poured himself another glass of wine, and looked up at Lawrence and then at the empty glass in front of him,

"No," Lawrence refused, "I should go."

Selwyn raised his glass to indicate that he had heard, and Lawrence got up from his armchair, and as he turned open the office doorknob, Selwyn's voice sounded intermittently,

『…… You have to be careful...... Betrayer.'"

Lawrence turned his head, and Selwyn looked directly in Lawrence's direction as if he hadn't said anything, his expression as calm and indifferent as usual,

"What did you say?" Lawrence asked, but Selwyn ignored him, and Lawrence didn't wait for an answer or continue to ask, and finally left the office.

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For Harry and Cedric, they could clearly feel that after the escape of the ten Death Eaters, every student who joined the DA organization redoubled their efforts to learn the defensive spell.

Before that, Lawrence had only attended one party, and he wasn't aware of the changes, but he was interested in Neville's changes, not because of Neville's progress in mastering spells, but because of a deeper change.

"Neville has improved a lot, hasn't he?" Harry walked over to Lawrence as he went around everyone's practice,

"yes." Lawrence replied casually, he stared at Neville's wand for a moment, perhaps under influence, he now often subconsciously observes other people's wands,

"He's improving fast," Harry said a little proud of Neville's progress, but discouraged at himself, "if only my Heartlocking could improve like this."

"Oh?" Harry's words finally caught Lawrence's attention,

"Did you know that Snape was teaching me the art of locking my mind?" Harry cautiously asked,

"I know, Harry." Lawrence replied cautiously,

"And my scar hurts all the time," Harry immediately began to complain, "I didn't have to take lessons so often before Snape helped me, and I couldn't find the way to practice."

"Heartlock is inherently difficult magic." Lawrence replied calmly,

"How did you learn it before?" Harry asked, curiously, "Snape said you were alone last year, and it only took you a short time to learn."

"My way of learning is more dangerous, but maybe you can try to do it," Lawrence advises, "The mind is very complex, and you can try to separate the important memories and the ones that are not."

"You mean that I only hide part of my memory?" Harry was a little surprised, "What else can you do?"

"Let's assume that the mind is corporeal, and you can think of it for a moment as a collection of memories, so naturally there are things hidden in a deeper place," Lawrence explains, "and you'll find that you can be a little more attentive when it comes to hiding certain things or emotions......

"That seems to be the case?" Harry frowned as he thought back to the practice with Snape,

"But if you can't tell which ones you want to hide, I don't recommend you do that," Lawrence said, "and too many targets to hide will make you more distracted, and it will also allow the attacker to discover that those memories are more important to you...... And it's not a good thing to do, it will leave part of your mind with a minimum level of defense."

"The most important thing is that if you find that this practice is not very effective, you must stop immediately and return to the practice of defending the whole mind," Lawrence warns, "because there is another form of mind attack, like making you look at some false picture, you can't stop it at all, because part of your mind is basically defenseless."

"But if it works, you can try to defend against more memories – and gradually protect your mind intact," Lawrence said, "and from the defenses against the most important memories – or thoughts, I found the trick to practice, and it was much easier to get used to it."

"By the way, I don't know yet, why did you learn the heart locking technique?" Lawrence asked,

"Well, Snape said, Voldemort's curse has allowed me to form some kind of bond with him," Harry subconsciously touched the lightning-like scar on his forehead, "What did he say, normal rules don't apply to us."

"Uh......" Lawrence frowned, he regretted a little, "I think I was wrong, Harry."

"What's wrong?" Harry asked,

"Don't try this exercise," Lawrence shook his head, "I was wrong."

"Why?" Harry asked, "If that works—"

"Don't try this, because the attacker of your mind is Voldemort," Lawrence said in a very low voice, "and it's dangerous to expose your psychic inclinations to Voldemort—are you listening?" Harry?"

"Oh, uh, I see." Harry seemed a little absent-minded, which made Lawrence even more uneasy, but towards the end of DA's practice, Harry saw that Cedric was gesturing with him, and hurriedly walked over, and they stopped talking this time,

Lawrence knew he had done something wrong, he was a little annoyed, if he knew that the general rules of mind didn't apply between Harry and Voldemort, he would never have told Harry about this practice,

"But can a cursed scar really make such a connection?"

Lawrence could not deny the possibility, because no one had ever survived under the Avada Curse, and he had no precedent to refer to,

"If not, what is the source of this connection?"

Lawrence thought that he should know the answer, but he couldn't think of it, and finally he gave up and decided to tell Snape about his mistake the next day.

January passed quickly, and in mid-February ushered in the start of the new semester, the first weekend to visit Hogsmeade Village, which happened to be Valentine's Day, Lawrence and Fleur met at the station at the entrance of the village, and then they walked slowly towards the village.

"So you're here for a mission today, or are you here to go on a date with me?" Lawrence looked at the other corner of the three broomsticks, which was a peculiar combination - Harry, Hermione, Luna, and Rita. Skeeter

Rita. Skeeter doesn't seem to be doing very well, Lawrence has heard that at the end of last semester, Hermione found out that she was breaking the law Animagus,

This obviously made Rita. Skeeter paid a price - not everyone was like Sirius, with enough gold gallons and privileges to be exempt from punishment,

"Of course I'm here on a mission—" Fleur joked, and Lawrence grabbed her hand in displeasure, leaning over the small table, their lips pressed tightly together,

"Alright, it's not a mission," Fleur gasped and smiled brightly as they parted, "No matter who is on the mission, it won't be the way it is, Moody will ask us to hide our whereabouts."

"So it's okay not to stay in a bar?" Lawrence raised an eyebrow, and although the two of them were sitting in the corner, they still attracted a lot of attention,

"You want to go to Lady Padiv's teahouse?" Fleur smiled and asked, "But you don't like it too much, do you?"

"Its decoration...... Belch...... It's kind of scary—" Lawrence gave a strange expression, "Let's go, then?"

"What?" Fleur was stunned for a moment, then she was pulled out of her seat by Lawrence, and they came to the bar, and Miss Rosmerta seemed to be prepared, she smiled at Lawrence and Fleur, and picked up two goblets from the side and pushed them to Lawrence, which contained a liquid as beautiful as the starry sky, and was slowly spinning,

Fleur took the cup with an inexplicable face, then Lawrence tilted his head, and the two walked out of the bar, the fresh air greeted them, and the raindrops slipped from the eaves and gradually splashed on the ground.

"It's raining right now." Fleur looked at the sky and said,

"Let's go," Lawrence said with a wink, and then he stepped out of the eaves and pulled Fleur,

Fleur was startled, but she didn't feel the expected cold and wet rain, she looked up and found that there was a transparent umbrella above her head, so that the rain was scattered into a splash and slid down to the sides, Fleur reached out to catch a drop of rain,

"You're ready?" Fleur's eyes sparkled as she asked, and she watched with interest the raindrops that struck around them and turned into splashes.

"Of course." Lawrence replied,

"What if it doesn't rain today?" Fleur asked,

"There's usually no one on the other side of the hill, and it overlooks the whole village, so maybe we can grab a basket and walk slowly." Lawrence replied, "But forget it when it rains, the hillside will turn into a dirt road."

Because of the rain, there are very few pedestrians on the street, people who don't hold umbrellas, dodge the rain, run briskly between the eaves, and people with umbrellas walk as quickly as possible to the bar to sit and hide from the rain.

It was just the two of them, leisurely strolling through the streets of Hogsmeade Village, Hogsmeade Village was quiet in the rain, and they could hear clearly, except for the sound of the dripping rain, and the heartbeat of the two getting closer and closer,

The houses on both sides emitted a hazy glow in the rain, and the shops welcomed two guests who were rare in the rain.