"I really don't understand why we got up so early." Fred complained, smearing the bread with a thick layer of jam.

"Fortune-telling, divination, and muggle research. If we don't practice, we can sleep until we wake up naturally today, Lawrence." George took the hot milk handed over by Fred and yawned on the side to express his agreement.

"Hey, figure it out, you said you wanted to learn how to make a Muggle grenade." Lawrence added some sugar to his cereal porridge.

The twin brothers studied feasible solutions to blow up the toilet, but the methods they could think of were mostly needed to use a magic wand. They learned from Lawrence that some methods could be used to know what spells the wand had cast.

The remaining methods are either too expensive or too little power. So Lawrence suggested: There is a bomb called grenade in the Muggle world that should meet their needs to blow up the toilet.

"You said that this kind of thing is dangerous for Muggles. Will Muggle school teach?" Fred asked in confusion.

"Uh, I don't know, I just graduated from Muggle Elementary School." Lawrence said vaguely,

"Well, we can all learn the explosion curse and the fire curse in school. I think the Muggle school shouldn't be much different?" George speculated, (Note 1)

"Sorry, I accidentally heard your conversation." A girl said, and the three of them turned around and saw Glenfindo's newborn, Hermione. Granger,

"You can't do this, as it will cause Gryffindor to lose points." Hermione was not frightened by the sudden gaze of the three, but insisted on her own point of view.

"Professor McGonagall's daughter?" Fred asked suspiciously. Lawrence resisted the urge to hilariously, because he felt that this was a bit rude.

"It's not like it, at least the hair is not like it." George continued, and Lawrence quickly picked up the Prophet Daily to cover the corner of his mouth that was about to fall. Professor McGonagall always tied up his hair, while Hermione's fluffy brown hair had no similarity to Professor McGonagall.

"Oh, haven't you read "Hogwarts, a History"?" Hermione blushed and continued to insist, "In the air here..."

"Full of strong magic, electronic instruments and equipment will fail here." Lawrence controlled his expression and put down the newspaper and said,

"It's really rare to meet a Glenfindo who has also read "Hogwarts, a History." Lawrence said with appreciation, "But I think Muggle grenades should not be considered instruments or equipment, Miss Granger?"

"Oh, that's enough." Hermione angrily grabbed her bag and walked quickly to the Gryffindor freshmen who were about to walk out of the restaurant. Because they had just arrived at school for a week, freshmen who were not familiar with the road always acted collectively to avoid being alone and unable to find the way to class.

"I was so angry that we were gone, our young Miss McGonagall." Fred joked, "I have a premonition that our future life will be difficult? What do you think?"

"I have a premonition that Miss Granger will be more difficult, Fred," said George. "What if the young one calls the old one?"

"Well, I think we should go to class, too." Lawrence carefully folded a page of the newspaper, which contained the investigation progress of the Guling Pavilion case on July 31. He had always had the habit of collecting some important reports.

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Carredi. Professor Bubaji is a Muggle fanatic like Mr Weasley, at least Lawrence thinks so,

"Look at this! Muggles call this thing a car," Professor Bubaji shouted excitedly, pointing at the picture of the car, "There is something in the car called the engine."

"Many things of Muggle have engines. Everyone, it's like something called an airplane. Muggle uses the engine to make the plane fly into the sky." Professor Babuji waved his arms excitedly, "Can you imagine it? Everyone, Muggle even uses its powerful engine to fly to very high places. They claim that they have something called a spaceship, and they use that to land on the moon..."

"I regret it, Lawrence." Fred tried hard to spread his eyelids.

"Is there still a chance to withdraw from class?" George asked hopefully.

"...it shouldn't be." Lawrence gave them a heavy blow.

"Do you think he'll know about grenades?" George asked.

"Just ask..." Fred cheered up and raised his hand and shouted: "Professor Bubaji! Do you know how to make a Muggle grenade?"

"Ah? Is Fred Weasley?" Professor Bubaji was obviously stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Is the grenade made of an engine?"

"Uh...Is the engine very powerful?" Fred asked uncertainly, looking at Lawrence with help. Lawrence tried hard to put on a poker face, and he was already laughing crazy in his heart.

"Awesome, very awesome. I just said that Muggles can fly to the moon with their engines. It is said that they are planning to fly to Mars recently!"

"Then I think it's done with the engine, right?" Fred replied with a thorn in his teeth, Lawrence clenched his fists and tried to keep himself in his poker face.

"It's amazing!" Professor Bubaji shouted happily, "Mr. Fred, then I'll ask you to submit a report on "Engines and Grenades" next time in class, and share it with you."

Fred hit the table with his head expressionless face several times. George patted his shoulder sympathetically, while the initiator Lawrence was lying on the table. If he listened carefully, he would not be able to hear his depressing laughter.

When they first went to class, they learned that it was impossible to learn how to make grenades by relying on Muggle Research.

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"Lawrence, you cheat me." No matter how hard Fred didn't understand the world of Muggle, he realized that he had been cheated.

"No, why do you think so?" Lawrence said seriously, taking some beef and roasted potatoes from the long table, laughing for a morning when he was hungry. "I really thought Muggle school would teach these things."

"It just so happens that we can write a report together tonight. Oh my God, it's just the first week of school." George said, and he took some chicken sandwiches from the long table.

"Writing a report?" Fred went crazy. "Lawrence just check the articles. You have Lawrence to help me. Who will teach me the hell engine and grenade?"

"No, isn't this person here?" George Nunuu gestured to the entrance of the restaurant. Hermione followed Professor McGonagall into the restaurant, "Oh! No, the young one really called the old one."

"Listen to Miss Granger, do you want to blow up the school toilet?" Professor McGonagall asked in a dangerous tone.

"Well, why do you think so?" George asked carefully, "We haven't done bad things yet, professor."

"I just heard Professor Bubaji say," said Professor McGonagall. "Fred asked a strange question in class. What do you think, Mr. Rovander?"

"Uh, there are some small questions about engines and grenades." Lawrence replied awkwardly, he glanced at Hermione, and he swore that he saw Hermione's mouth twitching as if he wanted to laugh.

"Guess what I got after I asked Miss Granger what they were?" Professor McGonagall looked at the three of them with a dangerous gaze.

"We're just curious, professor," said George.

"It's just curious, we haven't done anything yet," Fred added.

"Curiosity is not a sin, Professor." Lawrence defended,

"Oh, of course, but this year, if I find out what happened to the toilet in the school," Professor McGonagall said sternly, "I will definitely let you learn how Muggles can build a toilet."

Professor McGonagall left, leaving the three dejected people, Lawrence also put down half of the baked potatoes,

"Actually why do you do that?" Hermione asked seriously. "The professor and the chiefs are saying that if you don't make pranks, it will not be difficult for Glenfindo to win the Academy Cup in the past two years."

"Born pursuit, Miss." George replied,

"Oh, we will all pay attention to let the deductions and bonuses tied," Fred said. "This means that it is not just our responsibility to not win the Academy Cup."

"What we mean is that if we really want to win the Academy Cup, everyone in the Academy must work hard for it, not relying on someone to fight alone." Lawrence said with a smile, "For example, we have done all the pranks together, and sometimes we will ask others for help."

"I have something to do now, and I want to ask you for help." Fred said, "There is something about grenades..."

"I won't blow up the toilet for you." Hermione said seriously with her hands crossed her chest, her expression was exactly the same as Professor McGonagall.

"…The report with the engine." Fred said indignantly, "Who knows what this hell is?"

Hermione couldn't help laughing. In exchange, the three said that if there were any questions in the future, they could come to them for help, and next week they would let Glenfindo spend a week without pranks.

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Note 1: When we were young, we always fantasized that when we were halfway through class, alien monsters invaded the earth, and then the school playground opened, a robot appeared, and then each teacher rushed into the teacher's office that became a combat command post... Huh? Why did you look at me with the idiot's eyes? Has no one ever thought about it?

Well, Fred didn't realize that although he had learned the explosion spell and the fire spell, he had also learned the clear water and the spring and the recovery as before. I think the wizards also have enough spells to prevent fire, water and earthquakes.
Chapter completed!