The Ravenclaw Saloon is a large circular room with blue and bronze silk curtains hanging from the arched windows on the walls, a dome with stars painted on the ceiling, echoing the dark blue carpet on the floor, a table, a chair and a bookcase, and directly facing the door, there is a portrait of a white marble, which is Rowena. Portrait of Ravenclaw,

"So, what book are you looking for?" Luna and Lawrence walked past a group of seventh-graders, some of whom were cutting materials, and two Ravenclaws were throwing something into the boiling cauldron, stirring and watching the reaction of the potions inside the cauldron from time to time - if that miserable green thing could be called a potion,

If it weren't for the solemn expressions of the group and the fact that they were measuring something with a tape measure, Lawrence would have thought they were doing some kind of prank, just like the twins.

"I'm looking for a mood diary written by Rowena. Ravenclaw." Lawrence replied,

"Then I want us to go here." Luna said that they came to the innermost part of the bookcase, and Luna squinted her eyes, searching for something on the bookcase.

"Uh, let me ask, what was that group of people doing?" Lawrence asked softly,

"Oh, maybe they're just experimenting, how do they have to burn through a cauldron? With us, if you want to know something, what you want to experiment, you're definitely going to get help," Luna said, "Even if you want to sit in the corner of the saloon all day and knock eggs and record your predictions based on the different ways the yolks land, that's not a problem at all, and you might get help from others."

"Don't you think they're like that—sort of—?" Lawrence raised an eyebrow,

"Weird?" Luna smiled, pulling out an old leather-covered journal from her bookcase, "You forgot that people call me a crazy girl?"

"Uh-" Lawrence frowned, "And they—?"

"I guess that's because I'm kind of weirdo in Ravenclawry, right?" Luna tilted her head and answered the question that Lawrence didn't have time to ask again, blinking her silvery-gray, somewhat misty eyes, Luna shoved the journal to Lawrence, "I think this is what you need."

"Okay, any suggestions for reading this book?" Lawrence asked casually,

"I'd suggest sitting in a chair and watching it, because you can see the hills in the distance," Luna replied quietly, "maybe that's the way to get smarter?"

"What do you mean?" Lawrence was puzzled, but Luna just smiled, pointed to the nearest chair, and turned away from the Ravenclaw saloon.

Lawrence touched the journal, he guessed it was made of dragon skin, Lawrence flipped open the cover, and then he understood why Luna would suggest that he sit in a chair and read,

"'I'm sitting in a chair in the college saloon, ......on the table in front of me,'" Lawrence said softly, and he suddenly had a hunch that maybe Rowener. Ravenclaw sat in this chair, using the table in front of him, writing this diary word by word.

"I was sitting in a chair in the saloon of the house, with a roll of dragon skin and a brand new eagle quills on the table in front of me, and I looked out the window at the hills, and I knew that the students were enjoying their afternoons, strolling through the lawns, sitting in the shade of the trees, some learning how to duel under the supervision of their prefects, and I wanted to ......

"Isn't that right?" Lawrence looked up, he looked out the window, from his vantage point, he could only see the rolling hills in the distance, "How does Ravenclaw know what the students are doing?"

『…… I'm curious to know if what those three usually see is the same as what I see now. But I'm not going to ask them, I believe that wisdom is the most precious treasure, and obviously I'm smarter with the crown, and I can know more things, and I know the deeper details of things.

Oh, I saw the two big men arguing in the hall again over a little thing, and they weren't afraid of the students seeing the jokes, oh, they looked up together, I think they must have found me......

"This?" Lawrence was puzzled, he looked up at the window again, the hills outside the window were undulating, Lawrence got up and approached the window, he could see that the school lawn was now a snow-white snow, he was sure that Ravenclaw could not see the school lawn from that angle, in fact, sitting on any table and chair in the Ravenclaw saloon, such a thing could not be done, so how did she "see"?

And the two men arguing in the hall? Lawrence pondered, as far as he knew, there was only one hall in Hogwarts, and that was the hall where meals were usually held or banquets were held.

"Lawrence—"

"Oh, Luna," Lawrence came back to his senses, blinking, a little confused, "didn't you go to class?"

"Class is over," Luna raised the basket in her hand, "it's noon."

"Oh, thank you," Lawrence put down his diary and rubbed his eyes, "how do you know I haven't eaten yet?"

"I think we Ravenclaws sometimes forget to eat, so I went to ask Fred and George, and they told me where the kitchen was, and I went there to get a basket—" Luna explained, and then she asked hesitantly, "I guess I didn't do anything superfluous?"

"Ah, how? Thank you – uh, where are you going?" Lawrence said as he opened the white cloth on the basket containing a jug of pumpkin juice and a plate of sandwiches, and Luna turned to leave the Ravenclaw common room.

"Let's go to dinner, I should have some left in the hall now," Luna said in a natural tone, "I'll have to go to class later."

"Wait, wait—" Lawrence waved his wand to put the book back in place,

"What's wrong?" Luna was puzzled,

"I think you need it more now." Lawrence stuffed the basket back to Luna,

"But you still have to read that diary, don't you?" Luna said,

"I already know how to get in," Lawrence laughed, "I'll be back after lunch, and maybe I'll come back tomorrow."

"But I guess you're hungry, right?" Luna said,

"Oh, then," Lawrence said, taking a sandwich, "I think it will help me go to the hall to eat and save me from starving on the road."

"Okay then." Luna said, waving goodbye, and Lawrence left the Ravenclaw sorority, his sandwich in his mouth, his mind lost to thought, and he walked into the hall with stiff mechanical steps, and then met the twins who were leaving,

"Hey, Lawrence—huh? Are you daydreaming?" Fred asked suspiciously,

"I was thinking, the Ravenclaw Saloon Hall is four hundred and seventeen paces away, separated by magical walls, a staircase that changes positions, twenty-one forks in the road, and I met fifteen of them, seven of them Ravenclaw, four Gryffindors, three Hufflepuffs, and one Slytherin, but I still don't understand how to see the people in the saloon arguing?" Lawrence said that he looked a little dazed,

"Are you talking in your sleep?" George frowned, "I think you're hungry?" You didn't meet Luna?"

"Luna? Oh, I—I met her," Lawrence said, looking at his hands in confusion, "I think she needs the food more than I do, but I took a sandwich and, oh—finished."

"Why are you standing here? You're in the way—" Fleur asked as she left the restaurant, "Oh, Lawrence, where have you been this morning?"

"Ravenclaw Saloon." Lawrence replied nonchalantly, and the twins glanced at each other,

"Okay, I think Lawrence is stuck in thought mode." George said to Fleur, "When he thinks about something and doesn't understand it for a long time, he can fall into this state."

"The last time I did this, it seemed like it was in the first grade?" Fred missed, "I remember when we snuck into the practice ground where we were learning to apparition in sixth and seventh grades?"

"Lawrence tried," George added, "and he was wondering how Dunburydo had lifted the hall's anti-illusion spell, because he had failed to try, but he had all caught us doing so."

"Is there anything wrong with that mode of thinking you're talking about?" Fleur asked with some concern,

"Oh, no problem," Fred said lightly, "Lawrence, in this case, will answer most of your questions."

"We're guessing it's a—uh......" George was organizing the wording, "...... Intuitive reaction?"

"He's going to be completely ego," Fred said, "but he'll still be able to do a lot of things, like homework, just put a piece of paper in front of him, let him hold a quill, tell him the subject, and his hand will move."

"I remember we were punished for labor service," said George, "and that Filch guy wanted us to wipe the medals in the medal showroom with a rag, and we couldn't use magic yet."

"It's a boring thing," Fred grinned, "George and I both accidentally 'missed' and dropped a few medals."

"And Lawrence, who was thinking, took the medal he picked up, wiped it clean and put it back in place," George said, "and he didn't drop a single side."

"And at this time, as long as it doesn't violate Lawrence's bottom line, he will agree to our request." Fred laughed,

"It's like borrowing us to copy homework or something." "The last time he was in this state for three days, it was a really relaxed and enjoyable three days that made all the people who worked their homework envious," George said.

"Oh, Lawrence," Fleur asked, turning her head, "you can go to Hogsmeade next Sunday, can you show me around?"

"Yes." Lawrence replied, he looked in the direction of Ravenclawta, as if he wanted to penetrate the wall, seeing what was going on there, Fleur got an affirmative answer, and went away satisfied,

"Clever girl—" The twins exclaimed, and they brought Lawrence to the table, shoved the remaining sandwiches into his hands, and turned to go to class.

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Author's Note:

I got up at noon yesterday and looked at the book review area.

Because there is a family dinner in the evening, I have to drive back to the dormitory after the dinner.

So I'm getting ready to go back to sleep and recuperate... (Are you okay with that?) ）

Suddenly discovered the author of Professor Mowen,

The rhyme of wild strings greatly appeared in the book review area,

Everyone, go and encircle (slow...... Ahem... Is it to urge the change......

Urging, urging.

Well,This chapter originally wanted to be sent yesterday.,But in the end, I didn't have time to finish writing it when I had to go out (shrug.),Anyway, the day before yesterday, I said it wouldn't be updated yesterday (spread hands.)。

June is probably a two-day shift, and I'm also in thinking mode.