"I don't think you know why this happened, do you?" Dumbledore asked,

"Yes, Professor." Lawrence replied, "And I do a little magic from time to time to make sure I'm lying."

"Oh, Lawrence, how do you think it's the right thing to do?" Dumbledore was surprised and said,

"What do you mean?" Lawrence frowned,

"It's irrational for you to do that," Dumbledore explained, "I think it's because you don't know what you're really thinking that you're looking for a wand to make sure you're right or wrong, right?"

"Yes, Professor." Lawrence admits that he was a little confused, "Is there anything wrong with that?"

"When you encounter an unclear question, you don't look deep within yourself for the answer, but instead try to find the answer through external objects, which is to put the cart before the horse," Dumbledore said softly, "and I think that's the problem."

"What's wrong with that?" Lawrence was puzzled, "I don't understand—"

"Maybe the question you don't know already has an answer in your heart—" Dumbledore said, "Or maybe you know how foolish it would be to use a wand to test whether you're right or wrong, but still try to get an answer in this way."

"Hmm—" Lawrence was lost in thought, but was interrupted by Dumbledore,

"Alright, Lawrence, I don't think you should pay too much attention to it." Dumbledore said lightly,

"Why?" Lawrence asked in surprise,

"A lot of times, even if you know the problem, you can't solve it, it's better to go with the flow, I think soon, the problem will come back to you," Dumbledore's blue eyes sparkled, as if he understood something, "I came to you for another matter."

"Another thing?" Lawrence raised an eyebrow,

"I've noticed that after a summer vacation, I've found that you're a lot stronger again." Dumbledore looked at Lawrence carefully, his eyes made Lawrence a little uncomfortable,

"Isn't that normal?" Lawrence asked,

"No—I think that's normal for us," Dumbledore said slowly, "as we approach adulthood, and into adulthood, our abilities will become more and more stable, and I think it's time for you to understand and use our abilities better."

"I tried to find the relevant information, but I couldn't find a single word in the library." Lawrence said, and Dumbledore nodded,

"Of course, there won't be those books in the library," Dumbledore said, "actually, they are on the bookcases in the Ravenclaw Hall." (Note 1)

"Huh?" Lawrence was surprised,

"Oh, it doesn't teach you any magic, it's a strange manuscript to the average person," Dumbledore explained,

"How do I find it?" Lawrence asked curiously,

"Every Ravenclaw student knows about that book, but people think it's weird," Dumbledore said, "they don't understand why there should be such a useless mood journal on the shelf, and that the books that can fit in that bookcase are magically protected and no one can throw them away or take them away from the Ravenclaw Tower."

"Mood diary?" Lawrence raised an eyebrow,

"Yes, Rowena. Ravenclaw's mood diary, many people want to find out the secret of becoming smarter, but they are all disappointed," Dumbledore laughed, "That mood diary, for us, is more of a ...... Well...... I feel, if I'm right, I think you can get a lot of help from that."

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"So your wand lost its magic?" Fred asked,

"It's not a loss, it's a closure." Lawrence corrected,

"I don't see the difference." George said,

"The difference is, if I figure out why, my wand will be as good as ever." Lawrence frowned, and he cast a spell to make the empty armchair swing on four legs, jogging briskly around the round table,

"But Dumbledore told you not to look for the reason?" Fred said,

"Yes, he thinks I might not be able to solve the problem even if I knew the cause." Lawrence said he stopped the armchair,

"As far as I can see, your magic is just as masterful." George said,

"I don't think it's a big deal." Fred comforted, "Ollivander didn't say it, maybe a few years or a few months, and I think by then, the problem might have been solved."

"I hope so." Lawrence said,

"You should now focus on the first task." George suggests,

"Actually, I think," Lawrence said, looking out the window, "we should go back to our dorm now."

The next morning, they ate breakfast as usual, flipping through the Daily Prophet. Skeeter's report on the Triwizard Tournament was published,

The article doesn't say much about wand detection, but rather plays up Harry's private life, Harry's photos take up most of the front page, the whole article (on pages 2, 6, and 7) is about Harry Potter, Victor and Fleur's names are even misspelled, and Lawrence rushes through it with just one sentence from beginning to end, without even mentioning his name.

"'Another highly anticipated Hogwarts Warrior who has gone awry with a little bit of a wand.'" George raised an eyebrow, "Actually, I said, do you really have four warriors going for the wand test?"

"'My strength comes from my parents, and they would be proud of me if they saw me the way I am......" Fred read out, "I didn't even know you could talk like that, Harry."

"Listen, I didn't say that at all," Harry felt his face must be flushed, "she made it all up—"

"Alright, Harry." Fred winked his eyes, "We all know Rita. Skeeter writes all rubbish."

"But I guess it's going to make you more of a showman." George flipped through the report quickly and commented,

"I don't want that—" Harry replied hatefully, biting into the toast,

"Hey, Hermione, there's a mention of you here," George said as if he had discovered some new world, ""Harry spends his days with a guy named Hermione. Granger's girl is inseparable, and this Muggle-born girl is stunningly beautiful—'

"I thank you for telling me what that woman wrote earlier," Hermione said haughtily, "I can imagine the Slytherin guys going out of a big deal about these things."

"Then I think you'll need to read the full article." Lawrence blinked and handed the newspaper over,

"Oh, uh, uh, thank you." Hermione took the newspaper,

"That young lady didn't show up today?" Fred looked left and right,

"Lawrence, where are you going?" George asked with a smile,

"Ravenclaw's saloon," Lawrence said, "Dumbledore said there was something there that would help me."

"I've heard that the saloon in Ravenclaw has a few bookcases that contain a lot of useful knowledge." Hermione's voice came from behind the newspaper, sounding muffled, "I'd like to be able to get in, Wickdor lately. Krum keeps coming to the library, and people can't read—"

"How are you going to get in?" Fred ignored Hermione's chattering complaints, and he raised an eyebrow and asked Lawrence,

"Get help from Luna." Lawrence replied, standing up and running towards the petite figure with blond gray hair at the entrance to the hall.

"Ravenclaw's lounge?" Luna's look in a trance flashed with a hint of surprise,

"Uh, yes," Lawrence said, "Dumbledore said that there was a book on the bookcase in your saloon that would help me."

"Then let's go—" Luna said with a smile, turning to lead the way,

"Wait," Lawrence asked, "you want class, right?"

"Muggle studies, it doesn't matter." Luna said, "I wasn't very interested in the subject."

"Let you lead the way—" said Lawrence,

"Oh, it won't bother." Luna said, Lawrence was stunned, and then swallowed back the phrase "I'm bothering you."

"Actually, you just tell me to clear the secret language." Lawrence said,

"There's no secret language," Luna said, as she led Lawrence down a spiral staircase, "Let's go here."

They walked through the dizzying steps, they came to a door without a doorknob or keyhole, on the smooth old wooden door, there was only a copper eagle knocker, many junior students gathered in front of the door, they heard the footsteps, looked over with anticipation, but saw that the people who came were Luna and Lawrence, they all showed disappointed expressions,

"How much does a mad girl and a Glenn?" Lawrence could hear their whispers, and he frowned,

"What's wrong?" Luna didn't hear it, she asked,

"Aura forgot something in the dormitory." A first-grade Ravenclaw boy said, "But we can't solve the door knocker problem." (Note 2)

"What's going on?" Lawrence was puzzled,

"As I said, we don't have the Secret Language," Luna replied, "but if you get the knocker question right, you'll be able to enter the saloon."

Luna raised her pale hand and knocked on the door, and the eagle's beak suddenly opened, but instead of a birdsong, it made a soft, pleasant voice, which asked, "Who will not die in your life?"

Lawrence frowned, he somewhat understood why these Ravenclaws were trapped outside,

"What do you think, Lawrence?" Luna asked, tilting her head,

"I don't understand, maybe it's the one who owns the Philosopher's Stone?" Lawrence frowned, but Lao Ying didn't react, obviously the answer was not correct, and the group of first-year Ravenclaw freshmen seemed to want to give up,

"I think it's the one who lives in your heart." Luna said earnestly to the knocker,

"The right answer." The eagle spoke, the old wooden door swirled open, the group of first-year freshmen let out a burst of cheers, Luna flashed to the side, and a little girl with a flushed face ran into the saloon, probably the freshman who had forgotten something,

"Interesting door, isn't it?" Luna smiled and looked at Lawrence, who remembered that on the train a year ago, the strong little girl had answered his question,

"What's wrong? The Dementors remind you of what happened last year?"

"No, I think of my mom, she loved experiments, but she failed experiments, it was a terrible scene, I was nine years old."

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, sometimes I still feel bad, but I still have a dad, don't I?"

Lawrence's hand flicked, and Luna turned and walked into the Ravenclaw saloon, where Lawrence paused, following her.

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Author's note: It shouldn't be updated tomorrow.

Note 1: I don't think there is any mention in the original book about whether Ravenclaw has a library, but it's safe to assume that the saloon has bookcases.

Note 2: Ola is a first-year Ravenclaw freshman, mentioned in the original book.

Thank you for the vast reward from Xinghai.