On the first day of school, Ron received a roar letter from Mrs. Weasley, and Lawrence and the twins were not surprised at all.

"Lawrence..." Ron looked at Lawrence with a pleading look, but Lawrence just shrugged his shoulders, and then took a bowl of cereal porridge to watch the show.

"──Stolen the car--if the school fires you--I won't be surprised at all--" Mrs. Weasley's roar amplified at least a hundred times than usual.

"It's a welcome scene." Fred took a sip of the cereal and expressed his thoughts.

"We can't always act, it's good to watch others act occasionally." George looked at Ron and Harry with great interest,

"It seems that Mrs. Weasley is in good spirits?" Lawrence slapped the cereal and smashed his mouth.

"If you dare to make any mistakes again, I will go to school to take you home immediately-" The roaring letter ended with Mrs. Weasley's ultimatum. Lawrence and the twins applauded without sympathy, and they only almost shouted "Do it again."

"Are you happy? Mr. Rovander and the two Mr. Weasleys?" Professor McGonagall appeared behind them with a dark face.

"Uh...Professor." Fred quickly corrected his attitude.

"We did nothing." George raised his hands to show his innocence.

"At least I haven't had time to do it yet." Lawrence added,

"I just want to give you this year's schedule and tell you by the way-" Professor McGonagall looked at them, "Your first class was my metamorphosis, I hope you won't be late."

The three of them nodded repeatedly and said that they would never be late. Professor McGonagall let them go and continued to send Glenfindo students' class schedule.

George took advantage of Professor McGonagall's turn of his head and quickly lit a "Dr. Feili's magical water-burning fireworks without hot fireworks", and then threw it to Fred. Fred agilely threw out the fireworks. The sparks drew a perfect parabola in the air. It fell into a pot of cereal porridge on the long table of Slytherin, and instantly triggered a cereal rain. Amid a scream, the three of them quickly fled the scene.

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"You are now in a very important stage of magic education." Professor McGonagall said to the complaining students after a lot of homework, "Your ordinary witchcraft level test--"

"That's the fifth grade, professor." George shouted, while Fred and Lawrence grimaced,

"I think you should be prepared." Professor McGonagall did not give in at all. She said to Lawrence who was playing around, "Mr. Rovander, although you are the only one in the class to turn the porcupine into a qualified needle, I think this is too simple for you, so you can write an extra research report."

"Uh..." Lawrence stopped fighting with Fred. He really realized what it means to be a sudden disaster.

"Do you understand?" Professor McGonagall looked at the students in the audience through her square glasses, "Second."

"I'm not lucky, Lawrence." Fred said to him, carrying his bag,

"The traceless stretching spell should be enough?" Lawrence replied casually.

"You monster." The twins complained in unison.

"Don't worry about reporting such trivial matters for now-" Lawrence said, and George rolled his eyes, "What's the afternoon class?"

"Ancient Magical Text." Fred looked at the class schedule and replied, "I don't know how Gidro Lohart's black magic defense is?"

"That's going to have classes tomorrow." George said, staring at the class schedule.

"Don't have too much expectations," Lawrence replied, at Gorgeous and Stained Bookstore, Giderro. Lockhart feels more like a muggle than a wizard,

And his feeling was not wrong. That afternoon, after they finished ancient magic literature, all students in the school heard the news that the "Cornwall Elves Massacre" occurred in the second-grade black magic defense course.

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Fred and George were woken up by Wood early this Saturday, and Lawrence was also affected, but he was a little better. He could still meet Hermione and Ron in the hall. The three of them took toast and jam to leisurely watch the Quidditch training of the Glenfindo Academy team.

When they arrived at the stadium, Glenfindo's first-year freshman Colin had already arrived. He was taking photos in the stands with great enthusiasm. After a while, Slytherin's players suddenly appeared on the field, and the practice was suspended. The two sides seemed to have some disputes. Lawrence and the others also got off the stands to understand the situation.

Glenfindo and Slytherin were not in harmony - or it would be more appropriate to describe it as a mortal enemy. Lawrence believes that this is only for competition among students, but he realized today that things may not be as simple as he imagined.

When he heard Decora. Malfoy called Hermione "Must Breeds". Slytherin's captain Flint tried hard to block Decora, preventing Fred and George from hitting his fists on his face. Lawrence took out his wand. Flint's hand seemed to be on fire, and he had to let go of Fred and George.

"Get out of the way." Lawrence said calmly to Flint, and Ron, who was standing beside him, also raised his wand to Malfoy.

"What if I don't?" Flint glared at Lawrence, he pulled out his wand, and the Slytherin players behind him also pulled out their wands.

"Oh?" Lawrence looked at them with a sneer, "Everyone must pay the price for their actions."

"You are only in the fourth grade, but I am already in the seventh grade." Flint looked at Lawrence's wand with some fear, and he intimidated, "We have seven, you only have one."

"Stop talking nonsense." Ron roared and shot a bad curse at Decora, but the spell bounced back against the fire onto him. However, Ron's movement caused the seven people with tense nerves on the opposite side to shoot various bad curses at Lawrence.

But Lawrence was fearless. Facing the flying spell, he summoned a shield to block all kinds of spells, and then drove away a Slytherin player who abandoned his wand and pounced on him to fight in the hand-to-hand combat, and let him fall backwards on the grass from afar.

"First." Lawrence said, he took a step forward and waved his wand. Flint fell down in pain as if he had been punched in the stomach, "The second one."

"Third, fourth." After the other two players who shot the evil curse were easily disarmed by Lawrence, they hung upside down in the air. The remaining two players no longer dared to stand in front of Decora. They turned around and wanted to run, but were accurately knocked down by Lawrence, "Fifth, sixth."

"You...you..." Decora, alone, opened her mouth and stared blankly at Lawrence who pointed at him with a magic wand, and said stutteringly,

"Are you ready to take responsibility for what you say?" Lawrence asked softly, Decora's whole body floated up.

"No, wait, Lawrence." Hermione said anxiously. She was as dumbfounded as everyone present. Lawrence's movements were too fast. From Ron's unexpected curse to Lawrence knocking down the last Slytherin player who wanted to escape, they didn't even have time to blink, and the battle was over.

"That's it?" Lawrence asked with his eyebrows raised, and he controlled his wand and directed Decora to fly left and right.

"Actually, I don't really understand what mud breed is - I mean, yes, look at Ron first." Hermione looked anxiously at Ron, who had vomited all the slugs on the ground.

"I'm afraid there's nothing I can do," Lawrence stared at the entrance of the Slytherin locker room, "Look at who it is?"

"Snape?" Fred took a breath,

"I dare say he was there in the beginning." George growled, clenching his fists angrily.

"Lawrence Rovande." Snape glanced coldly over the Slytherin students lying all over the floor. He looked at the students floating in the air and said, "I think you have to put them down."

Lawrence snorted coldly and flicked his wand. The two Slytherin students fell to the ground, while Decora turned over twice in the air before landing.

"Follow me." Snape said, turning around and stroking away. Lawrence shook his head to stop the classmates who were about to protest, and he followed.

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Chapter completed!