When Lawrence finished his predecessor's routine and returned to the small carriage occupied by the twins, he frowned and looked at the black mist that emerged from the two of them. The twins had no intention of stopping. They kept pouring some suspicious materials into the pot.

"This thing won't explode, right?" Lawrence opened the window and used a magic weapon to clean the black smoke. The rain mixed with cold wind made the air in the private room look refreshed.

"Maybe." Fred joked that he extinguished the flames transformed by magic, constantly stirring the liquid in the cauldron, while the cooled liquid slowly solidified,

"We discovered it unexpectedly in an experiment," George explained, "this thing has a particularly strong adhesion to our skin."

"It will take seven days to remove the color when applied to the skin." Fred said enthusiastically.

"So who are you going to turn into black?" Lawrence raised his eyebrows.

"We're thinking about new product content," Fred explained, "there are a series of letter prank products, newspapers, letters, textbooks. When users open our products, they will hit the victim's face and print the words on people's faces..."

"After the research is successful, we will send a copy to Percy," George said maliciously. "As soon as he opens the envelope, he turns him into a face full of legal provisions."

"I think it's easier for Mr. Crouch to remember his name," Fred said, looking worried about others.

"What we are studying the most in-depth now is the letters, which have various envelopes and those cute patterns," George said in a naive tone. He took out a pink envelope with a love pattern on it. "Look at our trial work, this love letter version of the prank letter I think will be the best-selling, prank letter--"

"When you open it with joy, you will be greeted with a single declaration that will accompany you on your face for a week." Fred said briskly,

"The greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment, right?" George blinked,

"You two will definitely be caught on the stake in ancient times." Lawrence exclaimed.

"It's okay, I think we should be wizards, right?" George said, putting on his gloves, taking out a knife, cutting a little bit of the solidified black lump in the cauldron, sharpening one end, and starting writing on parchment,

"It's kind of like a Muggle pencil," Lawrence said.

"Somewhat is inconvenient," Fred nodded, "We will find a way to make it store like ink, so that there are more different uses."

"But it does not work the same as a Muggle pencil." George suddenly grabbed Fred's hand and covered the parchment on Fred's arm.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"Don't forget that last time it was your turn, you made me wear dark circles all week." George said,

"Oh, that's a little accident," Fred smiled, and he moved the parchment away, Lawrence leaned over to see what George had written,

"『Angelina has gained weight again─　?" Lawrence held back his laughter and thought,

"Ahhhhh--You're going to kill me, George?" Fred went crazy,

"You can't see it when you change into a long-sleeved school uniform - huh?" George comforted him, but he suddenly showed a surprised expression, "Are you guys-"

"Have you reached that stage?" Lawrence raised his eyebrows.

"Hey, don't think I don't understand what you are talking about." Fred said depressedly. Lawrence and George took a quick look at each other. Obviously, they were a little unsuccessful?

"Oh, it doesn't matter," George said easily, "Didn't Mom say there will be a dance this year? I think you should invite her."

"When it comes to the dance, I'm very glad that George and I bought my dress myself." Fred said, "Look at Ron--"

"Mom doesn't tell us when the dance party is." George complained, "They are all mysterious."

"According to tradition, the dance party is held at Christmas," Lawrence replied,

"Why do you know?" the twins asked in unison.

"Sirius prompted a little, and I guessed what event Hogwarts was going to hold." Lawrence shrugged,

"So what event will be held this year?" Fred asked hurriedly.

"The Triumph." Lawrence said seriously,

"Are you kidding?" George tried hard to find out the smirk he used to when he was kidding,

"Sirius prompts that if it goes well, it will continue in five years," Lawrence explained. "Percy also said that this was sponsored by their International Magic Cooperation Division, right?"

"Why didn't you say it before?" Fred complained,

"Because no one asked me." Lawrence smiled with teeth, and the twins rolled their eyes together.

"Ahhh-so your ** will come to Ronaldo?" George said in a tone that seemed to Percy to catch their braids.

"I don't know, we didn't mention this," Lawrence frowned. "Then, we're just pen pals, thank you."

"Don't do this, George," Fred blinked, "Lawrence is afraid of receiving our new product-"

"Waterproof kraft paper bag, right?" George thought,

"That's because it's raining all the time in the UK," Lawrence said. "On the sunny days, it's just ordinary envelopes."

"So you're still communicating?" Fred raised his eyebrows.

"Just ask questions," Lawrence said, thinking about it and adding, "and practicing English."

"Why are there so many questions?" George asked smartly, "and in her first letter she wrote that she would ask her father how to write in English, right?"

"You said it," Fred asked curiously, "She has the blood of Veva, so she is really beautiful?"

"Who do you think is beautiful, Fred?" Angelina asked, pushing open the door of the box, another chasing player in Gryffindor, Alya, laughing aside.

"Ah, listen to my explanation, Angelina-" Fred jumped out of his seat.

"I don't know I'm so fat that I need you to write it on my arm to record it?" Angelina raised her eyebrows, then turned around and left expressionlessly. Elia hurriedly followed her.

"Wait - listen to my explanation" Fred immediately chased after him,

"He didn't know where his urgency was going," George had no idea of ​​being the culprit at all. He began to clean up the experimental equipment. "He could say that his name was George."

"Love makes people dizzy" Lawrence guessed,

"So who do you prefer?" George was curious,

"What does it mean?" Lawrence was puzzled.

"Hermione, Luna or Miss Dragul, whom we have never met?" George asked, and Fred returned to the private room.

"It's okay, it's okay-" Fred looked relieved and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"I'm learning about Lawrence's emotional world." George smiled,

"Hermione, Luna and Miss Dragul?" Fred's eyes lit up. Obviously they were all interested in it and had a consensus.

"Why do you think it's them three?" Lawrence was curious.

"I'll talk about Hermione first," Fred said enthusiastically, "You're all born in Muggle families, right? And you fought seven Slytherins for her in the fourth grade."

"That's because Malfoy said that word," Lawrence explained,

"But you can't deny that you admired her from the beginning," Fred said. "It's really rare to meet a Glenfindo who has also read "Hogwarts, a History." You said that, right?"

"Luna," George cleared his throat. "You have fought against the diary of "that person" and the basil monster together, right? Then last year, you helped her on the train--"

"That's because of the dementor," Lawrence explained.

"But you have no denying that you've never done this, right?" George said. "You usually keep a little distance from girls."

"Let's talk about Miss Dragul," Fred said, pausing, "Well, you've been 'pen pals' for a whole year. You usually don't have this patience with strangers. Remember what kind of situations we had in our first grade were on the train?"

"I know, is this because she asked you a question right?" Seeing Lawrence open his mouth and was about to explain, George said so, Lawrence could only swallow the words to his mouth again.

"So who do you like more?" Fred asked,

"I don't know, I think they're all just friends-" Lawrence said, "and put away the parchment and quill pen, George."

"Wu──" George felt a pity that Lawrence's gossip news had a very good market in Hogwarts.

"The truth?" Fred expressed doubts.

"I think so?" Lawrence was not sure. He waved his wand, and the rag beside him began to clean Fred and George's cauldron. Water flowed out of the tip of the wand.

"I think they have a certain affection for you more or less." Fred shook his head and said, "If you like one of them, you might as well act directly."

"How do you know?" Lawrence regretted it as soon as he asked, because he saw Fred's mouth slightly raised, obviously waiting for him to ask this.

"Take the time converter as an example, Hermione borrowed us for your sake," said Fred. "Otherwise we can just say goodbye to Professor Lupin."

"Luna agrees with me and George, but she didn't cast a curse on you, right?" Fred said again, "You really want to give us a curse that has taught her a bunch of messy ideas."

"As for Miss Dragul-I believe you wouldn't want to keep a year-long correspondence with a little bastard like Malfoy." Finally, Fred gave an impeccable example,

"..." Lawrence was speechless, George held back his smile.

"He's very good at this kind of thing, so we're all single," George said, "In terms of magic, you can beat twenty Freds one by one, but this kind of thing, Fred can beat twenty you, but you know, with a girlfriend, he sometimes forgets his brother."

"I think you are jealous--and, youth is gone, and sometimes love comes suddenly--" Fred looked like a person who came, and he was surrounded by two bachelors in the carriage. The train gradually slowed down. The Hogwarts Express arrived at the terminal. Although it was raining heavily outside, the students could not wait to squeeze out the express, and the new semester was about to start again.

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Author's words: Oh, noon.

The topic is well-founded by Fred. For example, in episode 7, at Bill's wedding, Fred and George both saw a pair of beautiful twin sisters. When George was still trying to pick up a conversation, Fred acted directly.
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