Lawrence returned to the Glenfindo saloon and was surprised to find that the fire was reignited and the table was filled with food. The warmth of the fire and the aroma of the food slightly dispelled the haze in his heart.

"Hey, then." Fred threw Lawrence a bottle of butter beer, "We finished Jordan's burnt whiskey last time, and this is the only thing left."

"We saw you staying with Dumbledore on the map," George told him. "We guess you might be back anytime, so I went to the kitchen to get something."

"Thank you." Lawrence said hoarsely. The three of them sat on the armchair next to the fire, eating the pie brought from the kitchen, but they didn't say anything. Listening to the crackling sound of the fire, looking at the horizon outside the window, the sun shone in from there, Lawrence suddenly felt a sense of relief.

"Thank you." He said again, if he looked like a hunched old man when he walked into the saloon, and now he was the fourteen-year-old boy who was so energetic that Fred and George smiled, they knew that the familiar Lawrence was back.

─────────

"You said you were hiding behind this vase?" Lawrence asked with a frown, looking at a vase that was the size of a human.

"You can't say that," George said. "The old bat was chasing too tightly at that time, and we didn't dare to risk using the wand."

"There is also the felt," Fred said, "Felch and Snape clamp us from those two breadboards."

So they came to the hanger of the ignorant Barnabas trained the gnome to dance ballet. Lawrence carefully checked but gained nothing.

"Where did the door of the room appear?" Lawrence asked.

"It's probably here?" Fred gestured to a certain location on the wall.

"Who did you discover that door first?" Lawrence asked again,

"I." Fred said, "Is it related?"

"What were you doing?" Lawrence said. "You must have done something to discover a door that you can't usually find."

"No," Fred was puzzled, "I did nothing."

"No, Fred, you don't understand what I mean." Lawrence explained, "Although I don't recognize it, there is undoubtedly a profound magic here."

"I still don't understand." Fred said,

"We all know that there are many types of magic, although most wizards now only know how to cast spells with wands," said Lawrence. "What I meant by what you did, including your physical actions, your thoughts, and even blood flow, are actions."

"Well, but he really did nothing." George interrupted.

"No, George." Fred said with some doubts, "Maybe I was thinking about how to hide it?"

"If you exclude your Weasley family from having special bloodlines," Lawrence said, "I think this should be the case?"

Lawrence said, paced back and forth in the corridor, and then a door appeared,

"What did you do?" George said in surprise.

"I'm thinking," Lawrence replied, opening the door, "How to hide it."

"The same utility room as yesterday." Fred shouted,

"But why does a utility room hide?" George asked after closing the door, and the door disappeared without a trace the moment he closed it. Lawrence was about to explain when he heard Felch's shouting,

"What are you doing here?" Felch looked at them with suspicion, "Three people were sneaking in front of the sweeping room?"

Felchi opened the door that reappeared at some point, filled with cleaning supplies, and it was originally filled with miscellaneous items.

"You guys, don't be caught by me and wander around in the middle of the night!" Felch grabbed a long brush and a can of detergent and said to them viciously,

"Do you understand now?" Lawrence asked with a smile as he looked at Felch who was leaving.

"I probably understand, but why is it here?" Fred said,

"Who knows? Maybe the idiot Barnabas really taught the dwarfs to dance ballet?" Lawrence replied,

"What's this? Will you always answer any request?" George said with a smile.

The three of them solved the most troublesome location problem, and now they waited for Hermione to come back from vacation and handed them the bomb recipe.

─────────

The day before the Christmas holiday ended, Hermione returned to Hogwarts, but there was a little episode due to the content of the recipe.

"I'll find the black powder recipe for you, you can take a look." Hermione put a piece of parchment on the table.

"Nitroacid, sulfur, charcoal?" Fred took the parchment and said in confusion, "I still recognize the last two, what is nitric acid, potassium?"

"I only provide the recipe, and you can find a way for the rest!" Hermione replied,

"How to make the three?" George said, "It's not difficult to understand, but why is there only the material and no proportion?"

"Aren't you very smart? Why don't you think of a way yourself?" Hermione grabbed her bag and left angrily.

"What's wrong with her?" George asked, Fred shrugging,

"Probably because I feel ashamed of Professor McGonagall," Lawrence guessed, "Don't forget that she was the one who told us to Professor McGonagall."

"But there is not even a formula ratio," George protested. "Even if Snape's potions, he will give us proportions."

"There's no way, we can only try it ourselves," Fred said. "I suggest we can go to the Joko Magic Joke Shop in Hogsmeade Village this weekend, where you might be able to buy these materials?"

─────────

On the weekend after the Christmas holiday, the three of them came to Hogsmeade Village. The clerk of the Joko Magic Joke Store said that nitroacid and potassium are probably saltpeter, and they also have sulfur, but if the amount is large, it needs to be shipped from London. It will take about a week. After paying the deposit, they leave the store.

"We're almost out of money, Lawrence." Fred said sadly, "Fortunately, charcoal can be obtained from the school."

"Thank you to save a summer pocket money." George lamented,

"I don't have much money to send newspapers to work during the summer vacation," said Lawrence. "I can't find a job, and the money I get will be taken away by the fairies of the Guling Pavilion." (Note 1)

The three decided to start inventing some money-making gadgets after this incident, comforting their seriously injured wallet.

"You two want Quidditch training and try the gunpowder formula at night. Wouldn't you be too tired?" Lawrence asked, "It's almost time to play, right?"

"It's just a small problem, we can hold on, Lawrence," George said. "The referee problem in this game is quite big."

"The referee of this game is Snape. I dare say he will definitely favor Slytherin," Fred said gloomyly. "I hope Harry can catch the Golden Flying Snitch soon."

"But as long as you lend us a copy of homework, we can still hold on." George blinked at Lawrence, and Lawrence smiled.

─────────

In just five minutes of the game, all Fred said, Snape did use his power to favor Slytherin. In the fifth minute of the game, Harry caught the Golden Flying Snitch with a wonderful dive.

"The celebration banquet is open!" The three of them excitedly distributed the food they brought back from the kitchen to the Glenfindo students who were noisy in the saloon. Even Percy praised Fred and George for doing well.

"He didn't accuse us of breaking into the kitchen?" Fred was incredible.

"Actually, he's just a little serious." Lawrence said, "You shouldn't make things difficult for him."

"Oh, maybe?" George said suspiciously.

At this time, Harry, Ron, and Hermione came to find Lawrence,

"You said Snape threatened Quirrell to help him find the Philosopher's Stone?" Lawrence frowned and listened to the unhealthy news.

"He also asked Kilow if he knew the three-headed dog's breakthrough. We guessed that there might be other levels defending the Philosopher's Stone, and Snape wanted to know the level that Kilow was responsible for." Harry added,

"Have you ever thought about it?" Lawrence asked after thinking, "If you protect the Philosopher's Stone, Dumbledore must have participated. How will Snape break through Dumbledore's level? Ask directly?"

"Uh..." Harry was stunned for a moment, unable to answer,

"Maybe Snape has a way?" Ron said inconclusively.

"If Snape had that ability, he should go straight to the level." Lawrence simply said that he had seen Dumbledore's power in his memory, although memory could not express the oppressive feeling that Dumbledore showed at that time.

But even if the lawless people eat people, they are unable to resist, and even escape, are indisputable.

Harry and the other two seemed to be convinced, but their psychological anxiety was still written on their faces.

"Don't think about this kind of problem. There is not much food anymore. Wouldn't you come? Today's hero?" Lawrence asked in a light tone.

Harry smiled embarrassedly, and the four of them left the empty room to attend the celebration banquet in the saloon.

─────────

Note 1: I did not check whether child labor is allowed in the UK. There is no need to pay attention to such trivial matters, as they may be illegally employed...

Author's words: Why did I just clicked casually in my book review area last night and suddenly became my own fan?? Is there a fan worth? What kind of magic is this?! I can't understand it for the first time using this thing.
Chapter completed!