Lawrence suddenly opened his eyes, and there were floating objects around him.

"Oh, it's coming again." He closed his eyes, and could only sigh but couldn't say it.

"Oh! Oh my god, demon, demon." A woman's panic sounded,

"Don't do this, Lisa, calm down." A man shouted,

Lawrence felt his neck was strangled, making him unable to breathe. He unconsciously shed tears, and he felt it hurts so much.

"It's over soon." He thought, he felt himself getting colder and colder...

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Lawrence opened his eyes and found that the cold wind kept pouring in through the dormitory window, and the twin brothers' beds were neatly tidy, Lee. Jordan was not sleeping in either. Lawrence blinked in confusion. He felt that he might not have woken up yet, but fell into another dream. With a touch, the door of the dormitory was pushed open.

"Happy birthday! Lawrence." George shouted in his coat. Fred jumped out from behind him and smashed an oversized snowball at Lawrence who had no time to react.

"Damn, Fred, you..." Lawrence struggled to stand up from the little snow pile, but Lee. Jordan took a bigger snowball to block his follow-up speech.

"Say happy birthday to you again, Lawrence." Fred said,

"We hope you can remember it in your heart, brother." George said,

"I think you may be hard to forget, let's have a drink together." Li. Jordan said he took out four bottles of drinks.

"Burn whiskey, I think this is the best thing to drink in the cold winter." George went to the snow pile and helped Lawrence get up. Fred closed the window and waved his wand to warm the dormitory, Lee. Jordan distributes the drinks,

"Jing, fourteen-year-old Lawrence." Lee. Jordan said that everyone raised the bottle and took a sip, and the red liquid poured into their mouths and flowed through their throats. It felt like it was burning.

"Respect, Lawrence woken up by the cold." Fred raised the bottle and said with a smile. Everyone raised the bottle and took a sip, and Lawrence rolled his eyes.

"Respect, Lawrence in the snow." George squeezed at Lawrence and took another sip.

Lawrence smiled helplessly, took another sip, and the whole person became hot. Everyone was talking and laughing and slowly finished the wine bit by bit.

"It seems like class is going to be, hiccup." Fred burped and said in a daze,

"The Demon... Fashi... forget it." George grabbed the bottle and asked, "Jordan, do you still have... hiccup?"

"You didn't prepare sobering medicine?" Lawrence felt waves of sleepiness coming towards him.

"Wine...Wine is coming," Li. Jordan was confused and took out another bottle, "Oden brand aged fire whiskey, this was originally meant to be left for Christmas to drink... hiccup."

"Haha, good stuff, we've drunk it?" Fred smiled foolishly.

"Bang!" Lee. Jordan opened the bottle cap and used practical actions to prove that he also agreed to drink.

"Drink!" George shouted, lying on the carpet,

Lawrence waved his wand to create four tea cups, (Note 1)

The four of them completely left the history of magic behind their heads, drank one cup after another in the dormitory, and fell asleep on the dormitory carpet one after another. (Note 2)

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"I think we missed the Halloween dinner?" Lawrence asked when he woke up.

"Maybe?" George shook his head to make himself more awake.

"I hope there is something to eat, otherwise we will have to go to the kitchen." Fred said,

"It seems something is wrong, why is it a little noisy outside?" Li. Jordan asked,

The four walked out of the room and came to the Glenfindo lounge. They were surprised to find that the students in Glenfindo were enjoying a Halloween meal here. Lawrence quickly stopped Percy, the predecessor who was distributing plates everywhere. Weasley asked about the situation,

"What? You said the mountain monster broke into Hogwarts?" George was surprised.

"When did you learn to tell jokes, Percy?" Fred asked, "I don't know that the mountain monster will open the door."

"I think it might use a key, right?" Li. Jordan pushed Fred with his elbow and smiled,

"Oh, less stupid." Percy said impatiently, then turned to Lawrence and said, "Of course I'm not talking about you, Lawrence, happy birthday."

Lawrence expressed his gratitude, and Percy continued to distribute the plates to those who did not get them, Lee. Jordan went to get the food happily.

"He is so nice to you, Lawrence," George said deliberately in an injured tone. "He always threatens us to report our every move to our mother."

"Are you actually called Lawrence Weasley?" Fred said sourly,

"Actually that's good, you know, my mom loves you so much." George added,

"If you two have half of Lawrence combined, it will be enough to relieve me!" Frey said in Mrs. Weasley's tone, "Look, we are only one quarter of yours, who is her son?"

"Can you believe it? She also wants us not to take you badly." George complained,

"Uh..." Lawrence was speechless and could only change the subject. "What did you say Hermione was doing when she stood at the door of the lounge?"

"I don't know." Fred said, looking at the food on the table, "I want to have some bacon first."

"Did you see Ron?" Percy asked casually as he passed by them after sending the plate.

"I don't know, oh, isn't this coming?" George pointed to the door of the lounge. Percy turned around to get the plates for them. As soon as Harry and Ron appeared, they met Hermione who was waiting near the door.

"I don't know when their relationship is so good?" Fred asked.

"Who will know?" Lawrence replied casually, and he began to plunder the food on the table.

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Since the Mountain Monster Incident, the new little trio often comes to find Lawrence and the twin brothers, and the twin brothers unanimously agree that this is Hermione's plan to use family affection to stop them from continuing to play tricks.

"Don't be stupid, she thought Ron could stop us?" Fred asked in disbelief as Hermione went to the bathroom, "Do you use your floating spell?"

"Oh, shut up." Ron complained that he and Harry were going to complete the homework with Lawrence's help when Hermione was away.

"When I just went to Snape's office, I heard him tell Felch that he was bitten by a three-headed dog. I guess Snape wanted to steal the things guarded by the three-headed dog." Harry whispered to Lawrence, "Hermione said Snape would not do this, what do you think?"

"I think Hermione is right, Harry," Lawrence said calmly. "Although Filch always wants to hang his students in his office, I think he can still tell the importance of the matter. Since he still helps Snape, it must be as simple as you hear."

"Oh, is that possible? I mean - Felch and Snape are colluding with each other?" Harry asked in frustration because he was refuted.

"I can't say there is no such possibility, Harry, but," Harry was a little happy to hear the first half, but Lawrence said, "I think you have to trust Dumbledore."

"Even if you don't trust someone he trusts, you still trust him to protect magic-" Lawrence almost said, "Guarding the level of that thing."

"What magic is guarding?" Harry asked in confusion.

"It's okay, I want to compare to this," Lawrence distracted him, "Your Quidditch game tomorrow is more important, oh, Hermione is back."

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"Harry... is he doing it?" Hagrid stared at Harry with binoculars and muttered, "I suspect his...broom...lost..."

"Law...s, you think... Harry..." Hermione and Ron looked at Lawrence with concern.

Lawrence felt that their voices were intermittent with the radio that was not good to receive the message. The annoying whisper suddenly echoed in his ears, but he couldn't hear clearly what it was saying. The buzzing sounds around him became louder and louder, which was something that had never been done before.

Lawrence looked around in a daze. The world in his eyes seemed to be painted with strange colors. Everyone was shining slightly, and some people were shining a little stronger.

He stared at Harry, who was about to be unable to control his broom in the air, and saw a beam of black and white light extending into the air from the teacher's stands emitting a strong light.

They are chasing in the air, and the ripples generated by the collision always knock Harry towards the higher sky,

The whispering speed was getting faster and faster, Lawrence felt his mouth move, and the mysterious mantra was uncontrollably released from his mouth.

He saw a white light rushing into the air from his body, but the black light's power became stronger and stronger. Lawrence suddenly realized that this was a sign that the black spell was about to be completed. At that time, even if there were two white lights, they would be unable to stop the spell from attacking Harry. However, Lawrence could not control himself and could only worry.

Suddenly, the black light tilted and disappeared. Then, the white light twisted in the air and disappeared. The sounds around it were like a huge wave suddenly surged towards Lawrence. The buzzing and whispers disappeared in an instant. Lawrence looked around, and the tone of the world returned to normal again.

"Good done! Hermione, of course, you, Lawrence," Ron patted Lawrence on the shoulder excitedly.

"Did you see the light just now? Ron." Lawrence asked, rubbing his temples,

"What light? Hermione said you are lifting the curse on Harry's broom. Look, she's back." Ron said happily as Harry sat down on the broom again, and said to Neville, who was covering his eyes and dared not look at it, "Look, Neville."

And at this time Li. Jordan was happily announcing the result of the game, "Glenfindo won the game by 170 to 60!"

After the game, Harry, Ron and Hermione were going to Hager's cabin for tea, while Lawrence secretly ran to the kitchen with the twins to prepare to bring food back to Glenfindo Tower to hold a celebration banquet. Lawrence, holding a large bag of food, was trying hard to recall the magic he automatically performed at that time.

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Author's words: A lot of things happened here today. As a prospective college graduate, you must pay attention to it. There are still a few plots that need to be passed. However, that is not the point. Some things need to be explained. I am just writing the end of the Philosopher's Stone. I hope the ending will be better.

Note 1: It’s not that I made the tea cup wrong, it’s that Lawrence got drunk.
Chapter completed!