"I heard that - you really blew up the school toilet?"

At King Cross Railway Station, Mrs. Weasley stared at Fred and George with wide eyes. Percy was holding her hands on her chest, looking very angry. Ron pulled Ginny and told the adventure story of this year with jealousy, but Ginny obviously didn't listen carefully - she kept staring at Harry,

"Oh, mom, can't say that, we're really at peace this year..." Fred talked casually,

"That's right, mom, there's no evidence to point us..." George added,

"You need evidence for the school to deal with it! I am your mother, I don't need it!" Mrs. Weasley shouted,

"No, you can't do that." Fred protested,

"Oh, my dear, how are you doing this year?" Mrs. Weasley ignored Fred and said to Lawrence with a pleasant look.

"Yes, thank you, Mrs. Weasley." Lawrence said with a little embarrassed smile, "Actually, I have a responsibility for this matter too..."

"Oh, don't talk to these two guys," said Mrs. Weasley, the twins rolled their eyes together, and she turned to Harry and Hermione asked, "Is it a very busy year?"

"Uh...I think I've tried my best..." Lawrence whispered to the twins,

"If you hadn't cheated on others again, we wouldn't have been so embarrassed this time..." Fred said sadly.

"Mom doesn't believe you are an accomplice every time..." George pointed out a fact.

"I can't do anything, either." Lawrence spread his hands,

"Hey, look." George pointed behind Lawrence, a tall, fat middle-aged man with no neck was talking to Mrs. Weasley.

"Probably Harry's family?" Fred guessed,

"Probably?" George said, watching Harry leave with the middle-aged man, while Lawrence looked at Harry with a tall and thin woman and a round boy next to him. When the three of them met, strange light was flowing.

"You must come to our house this year, Lawrence," said George.

"You didn't come last year. Mom asked about it all summer vacation and our ears were almost calendered," Fred said.

"Okay, I'll write to me later." Lawrence waved goodbye to the Weasleys and took a subway skillfully. He didn't return to the orphanage first. Before he went back, he had to go to Diagon Alley first.

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The store of Olivande is still narrow and dilapidated. The difference is that several travelers came to the store this time. Olivande smiled and bowed to see them away.

"Good afternoon," Olivand said in a soft voice, "I'll be particularly happy every time a wizard comes back and tell me how good his wand is."

"Hello, Mr. Olivande," said Lawrence. "I received your letter on the train."

"Yes, Lawrence Rovander," said Olivander, "Black walnut and dragon heartstrings, twelve inches, very elastic, right?"

"Yes." Lawrence replied,

"I still remember that day, I could feel the excitement of the wand in the room," Lawrence's scalp was tingling with silver-white eyes. "A good and potential little wizard made them a little excited, but after trying one by one, it was the only one that chose you."

"Yes." Lawrence handed out his wand.

"Principal Dumbledore wrote to me that you met 'the man who can't be famous'." Olivand carefully examined Lawrence's wand. "The dragon's heartstring is powerful, but it is not as loyal as the unicorn Mulle, but..."

"...Black walnut is still full of confidence in you, I think your partner still believes that you are its best master." Olivande handed the wand back to Lawrence,

"Thank you, sir." Lawrence took his wand gratefully,

"Don't you really want to be my apprentice?" Olivand asked kindly, "I was really surprised when Principal Dumbledore told me your talent, but it was reasonable."

"Uh..." Lawrence was a little embarrassed. He had no interest in making wands.

"If you come to learn how to make a magic wand, your achievements will definitely be extraordinary." Olivand shook his head and said in a pity, "In order to feel the pulse of the magic wand, people in our family have started training since childhood... It's a pity..." (Note 2)

"The black walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnut walnuts. If the user does something against his own heart, it will not want to show his outstanding power," said Olivand. "But if he always faces himself sincerely, it is the most loyal and outstanding wand." (Note 1)

"I hope you can use it well." Olivander bowed and sent Lawrence away.

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Lawrence left Diagon Alley and passed by the Burnt Cauldron Bar. He asked the boss Tom if he had any missing man.

"There's a guy who only did it until the end of this month." Tom told him that Lawrence had made an appointment with him to come to work next month and walked out of the bar. He dragged his suitcase back to the subway station to take the subway, and returned to the orphanage where he had lived for many years.

Life in the orphanage is still the same. Since I started learning magic, Lawrence is always very uncomfortable after coming back from summer vacation. Last year, in addition to working, he studied the map of living spots throughout the summer vacation. The map needed more like a password than a magic. Fortunately, on the fifth day of the summer vacation, the Weasley's owl Errol came with good news. There was a note in the envelope.

Lawrence, tomorrow at noon... or today at noon, Dad will pick you up because we don’t know if Errol can deliver the letter to your hands in time. PS. Just like before, Dad will bring you with a phantom move.

"Uh..." Lawrence was stunned for a moment, and then with a "touch", Mr. Weasley appeared in his small room with his wand.

"Oh! Lawrence, I'm so happy to see you." Mr. Weasley said enthusiastically, looking at Errol and saying, "I think Errol is a little late?"

"Hello, Mr. Weasley." Lawrence replied with a smile, grabbing the luggage that he had barely moved after he came back, "It doesn't matter, we can set off right away."

"I heard that you blew up the school toilet with Fred and George. I must say---this is really a genius idea..." Mr. Weasley grabbed Lawrence's shoulder and performed the accompanying shadow-destroying technique.

"You must tell me how you blew the toilet off." Mr. Weasley said after standing firmly. They appeared in the kitchen of Weasley's house, and the Weasley family was sitting at the dining table and preparing for lunch.

"What's it blown up? Arthur?" Mrs. Weasley asked, holding the frying pan,

"Uh...Molly, nothing," Mr. Weasley blinked and explained quickly, "You know I took a temporary leave and went out to pick up Lawrence...work..."

Mrs. Weasley turned to prepare lunch, and Mr. Weasley left with a "touch" sound, Fred and George high-high with Lawrence,

"It's so amazing." Ron said excitedly, "Hermione keeps saying you can't do it."

"So what did you do?" Ginny asked with bright eyes, "Fred and George have been reluctant to say it."

"This is one of our secrets to success, Miss." Fred emphasized,

"Fred means that one day you want to...uh... inherit our troublesome career at school, we will tell you." Lawrence sat at the dining table and said,

"Oh! That's not fair," said Ron. "You never intended to tell me."

"It's different. You're always reckless," said George. "And you're always complacent after being praised."

"Ginny always screams and blushs when she sees Harry at the station," Ron yells, "Is this suitable?"

"Look, reckless," said Fred, pointing at Ginny who looked at Ron with murderous eyes and said, "If I were you, I wouldn't have offended a girl like this, even though she's still young now."

"If Ginny had half of her mother in the future, would you still want to have a good life?" George asked, Lawrence laughing. He couldn't help but imagine that the thin Ginny was yelling at Ron,

"Uh..." Ron was speechless,

"Where are the others?" Lawrence asked strangely.

"Charlie is still studying dragons in Romania, and Bill is still in Gringotts in Egypt," Fred replied. "Percy locked himself in the room and didn't know what he was doing."

"Harry?" Lawrence asked, and the others looked at each other with some grief.

"We sent a letter two days ago," Ron said. "When Errol came back, he didn't bring a reply, so we decided to take you first."

"Midday." Percy walked into the kitchen and found an empty seat to sit down. Mrs. Weasley waved her wand to direct the soup from the stove to the dining table, and started distributing food with a frying pan. Everyone stopped talking and lowered their heads to eliminate the meal on the plate.

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Author's words: I have written this chapter for a long time. I read the notes of Aolifande translated by the gods on the Internet and I was a little fascinated by...

Note 1: Thanks to the masters on the Internet for their translation. I would like to die of orz when I asked me to read the English website. I made a little change here. "Any form of self-deception" and changed it to "deviating my true intentions", but I think the same... right?
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