By this time, Lawrence had forgotten Mr. Weasley's admonitions, and he slowly walked out of Regent's Park, feeling that he might have been here as a child.

He walked past the British Library to King's Cross Station, and instead of going back to Twelve Grimmauld Place, he walked north-east, like an ordinary Muggle, down Muggle streets, passing through street after street, where many houses were being renovated, and rows of trees along the road were clearly pruned, and his steps grew smaller and smaller, until he came to a complete stop,

The houses here are not the same as I remember, perhaps the Death Eater attack about thirteen years ago (Note 1), the neighborhood has been completely rebuilt, the houses here are close to each other, far from Grimmauld Place, the roads here are clean and tidy, the white houses are neatly organized, and the slender black iron fence concisely encloses a small space where flowers and shrubs can be planted.

Lawrence stood at the other end of the street, looking at the house opposite, he was very nervous and hesitant, his left hand in his pocket unconsciously scraped his rough jeans, he was not sure why he had come here, or should he say, he was not sure whether he should have come here, but a strong emotion in his heart drove him here,

Maybe they moved last year? Maybe Remus's message is outdated? Lawrence tried to convince himself so, but while he hesitated, at the end of the street came a middle-aged man, wearing a long beige blazer, pale gray suit pants, and leather shoes stepping on the flat stone tiles to make regular footsteps,

Lawrence recognized him, even though it was only from the side, and the man ignored Lawrence, who was standing across the street, and he reached into his coffee-colored leather briefcase, took out a bunch of keys, walked up the stairs, and opened the door into the house,

Lawrence hesitated, he had no reason to convince himself, he crossed the street, walked up the stairs, rang the doorbell, and in the light bell there was a quick sound in front of the door, Lawrence was not sure if the people inside the door were looking at him through the cat's eyes on the door, but the door quickly opened,

"Child, may I ask who you are?" The man was wearing black gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes revealed doubts, and he was clutching the long blazer he had just taken off, his appearance had not changed much compared to thirteen years ago, no, he looked a little older,

"Hello Mr. Lavande," said Lawrence, "my name is Lawrence. Rovander."

When Mr. Ravand heard the name, the emotion in his eyes changed, from doubt to surprise, acceptance, guilt, a hint of relief, and finally to a resolute look, unexpectedly, without the slightest fear and fear in these emotions,

"I'm supposed to be your son." Lawrence continued, seeing the woman emerge from the back room, "Your son." (Note 2)

"He's Lawrence." Mr. Lavender said to his wife that Mrs. Lavender's reaction was very different from the meeting that Lawrence had imagined, that she did not panic, she did not cry out madly about the devil, she did not drive him out of the house, but only helplessness and deep sorrow,

"Let him in, lunch will be ready." Mrs. Ravander said, turning and walking back to the room, Lawrence guessed that it might be the kitchen,

"Come in." Mr. Lavander said that he gave up his place and let Lawrence into the house, and then he closed the door,

Mr. Lavander led Lawrence into the kitchen, and there was already a little girl sitting at the table, and she seemed to sense that something was wrong with her parents' emotions, so she just looked at Lawrence with curiosity,

"She's Helen," said Mr. Ravander, touching the little girl's head, pausing before proceeding, "my wife, Lisa."

Lawrence remembered it, but he did not interrupt Mr. Ravand's introduction,

"My name is Edward." Mr. Lafand said he watched his wife bring lunch to the table and said, "If you have anything to say, we'll talk after lunch."

Lawrence nodded silently, Mrs. Ravand handed over the plates and cutlery, and then everyone sat down at the table, Mr. Ravaid led his family to do the pre-dinner prayer, Lawrence just bowed his head and did nothing else, Mr. Ravand didn't say anything, and they started their lunch today.

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This was definitely the most embarrassing lunch Lawrence had ever eaten, and it could be seen that little Helen was also very unaccustomed to it, and everyone had no appetite, and finally Mr. Ravander put down his knife and fork and looked at his wife,

"Help me call Kevin and say I'm not feeling well and that the afternoon orientation session has been cancelled." Mr. Ravande commanded, and Mrs. Ravande nodded,

"Come, Helen," called to Mrs. Lavande, to her daughter, "your father has something to ...... This gentleman talks."

Little Helen obediently followed her mother out of the table, and before they were about to leave the kitchen, little Helen looked up and asked her mother,

"Why are you crying, Mom?" Little Helen asked, Lawrence didn't hear an answer, the kitchen door was shut, and no longer heard outside, and the kitchen fell silent,

"We thought you might show up one day." Mr. Ravand broke the silence, "We've waited a long time for this."

"I've imagined a lot of images," Lawrence said, "and I imagined you might yell, deny, and kick me out of the house, but never thought you would let me in for lunch."

"If you were seven or eight years earlier...... Well, if Helen had been born, we'd probably have done that." Mr. Ravand replied, and he paused, as if in the mood to talk,

"You were born like the child we imagined, you never cried, you were quick to recognize people, and you learned things very quickly," Mr. Ravand recalled, "I liked to read fantasy stories, even when the average child might still be reading picture books."

"Until your fourth birthday, you showed ...... Well, your magic," said Mr. Ravander, "and then we lost our memories until we were awakened in a dilapidated house by a group of officials claiming to be from the Ministry of Magic."

"The Ministry of Magic official, he told us that there was a serious magic accident here, and in order to keep it secret, they corrected our memory of the accident, and the Ministry of Magic official assured us that this matter has nothing to do with you, but that doesn't reduce the fear of Lisa and me." Mr. Ravander swallowed,

"The whole community was destroyed beyond recognition, something so big happened, we didn't see any police come to check, the next day the news came out, there was a serious pipeline explosion in this community, the number of casualties is still to be clarified, we were terrified, and at this time, Lisa thought that we could take this opportunity...... Abandon you."

"Lisa and I were very immature at the time, and to make matters worse...... I was cowardly at that time, I didn't have the courage to insist on keeping you, Lisa lied that you were dead in the pipeline explosion," Mr. Ravander took off his glasses and wiped his shirt, but his hands trembled terribly, "Immature we ended up putting you in front of the orphanage, we left a letter, we changed your surname, and used Lisa's original surnames 'Rod' and 'Lavender' to form your current surname 'Rovender'."

"This was supposed to be a flawed plan, but I didn't expect it to be accepted by government officials," Mr. Ravande said, putting his glasses back on, "and that's how our son 'died' in the accident."

"In the first few years, Lisa was afraid that things would go wrong and lived in fear, while I hated myself for my cowardice, and we had been donating money to the orphanage, and I also took this opportunity to inquire about the orphans in the orphanage."

"When we heard that you went to a school where we couldn't find any information, and we guessed it might be a magic school, Lisa and I were a bit of a fluke, but we both knew very well that your Ministry of Magic might have ties to our government, and it might be easy for you to find us."

"But we're all afraid to see you again, or we don't dare to see you at all, and these negativity may continue to deepen our fear of you."

"Until an accident Helen was born," said Mr. Lafander's face, "what a lovely child, she was like the child we imagined, always crying, slowly learning to recognize people, and when she first read the picture book, we were really happy."

"We may be very despicable parents, right? Even though we know that this is because of our immaturity, we are still afraid that you will come to us, and we are willing to give everything for Helen."

Mr. Lavander showed the look that Lawrence had seen in front of the door of the house, and it was an unusually resolute look,

"We are willing to pay whatever price we want for abandoning you, I can give you any money you want, you want this house, or whatever," said Mr. Ravand, "and even, if you want my life, I can give it to you, I just beg you to spare Lisa, we can't leave Helen without support."

"We all have the power of revenge, don't we? Rovander – We all have this ability, why not?'

Lawrence's right hand drew out the wand that had been inserted in the belt, and the Demon King whispered to persuade him,

"Why not?"

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Note 1: Not yet 14 years old.

Note 2: In English, your son and your son are in the same sentence, no, what am I writing this note for......

Lavender has the following three notes on Lawrence's original surname:

Note 3: In Chapter 5 of the Prisoner's Volume, when Remus met Rovander on the train, he knew his name, but he didn't think that he was the child of that night, because the surname was different, but he quickly thought of it.

Note 4: In the original book, Ron's former girlfriend Lavender. Brown's first name is also spelled Lavender, in reference to the surname Ollivander, as a distinction between a first and last name.

Note 5: Lavender, also translated as lavender, is a glass bottle in an unopened black box containing lavender essential oil.