"bump!"

"It's your turn, George." Fred handed George the tool, "My hand is almost broken."

"What kind of combination is this?" George took the tool and asked.

Lawrence waved his wand to help the three men re-sell the protective spell. Because they had to grind the flammable materials into powder and mix them, it was very dangerous to make this thing - of course for Muggles,

A few weeks ago, they began experimenting with various proportions of formulas. Thanks to the Bill House, a room with complete tools and a test site appeared.

"The 218th type." Lawrence answered accurately, while George grind the material carefully.

"The power is getting stronger and stronger." Lawrence carefully inspected the toilet fragments on the field and waved his wand to fix it. "Our direction is correct."

"It is undeniable that Muggles do have his merits." Fred said. At the beginning, the three of them were playing with the materials, but a little spark appeared in the wand, which accidentally triggered an explosion. If Lawrence had not put the protective spell in advance, the three of them might have been injured at that time.

"Let's go back to the dormitory after the trial this time." George suggested, carefully confirming whether there were any unground particles in the powder pile.

"Touch!" Another trial explosion,

"No," Lawrence waved his wand to block the flying pieces.

"Go back." Fred took out the map of the living spots and carefully checked the surrounding environment.

"What are Harry and the others doing at the Astronomical Tower?" George said in confusion.

"Look at the stars?" Fred answered casually.

"They have an invisible cloak and they should be fine," Lawrence replied.

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"So you forget the invisible cloak at the top of the astronomical tower?" Lawrence looked at the pitiful Harry and Hermione with a funny look.

"If you have such a fun thing, you won't come to us?" Fred said angrily.

"A dragon! If there is it, we might be a little hot helper." George said angrily.

"Oh! That's enough!" Hermione said angrily and sadly, "Are you still thinking about this at this time?"

"Which time?" Lawrence asked, "It's not too big a matter of deduction."

"Do you want us to scold you?" Fred raised his eyebrows and asked, "I'm very angry that you didn't come to us for fun things like you."

"This is not a fun thing," Hermione retorted, "According to the Ministry of Magic, raising dragons is illegal."

"It's a violation of school rules when wandering around at night, Hermione." George said seriously, "Whatever your intention is."

"Oh." Hermione was speechless,

"I can't make so many points back," Harry said in frustration.

"You just returned the score you got from Quidditch," Lawrence said calmly, "but I think you need to explain to your players and apologize. The scores are what you earn together."

"I get it." Harry got up and left.

"Don't be too upset, Miss." George said, "You're earning more than fifty points."

Hermione ignored him, took out the textbook and buried her head in the book. George shrugged and asked Fred and Lawrence to go to class together.

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After a few weeks, the final exam was approaching, and they finally experimented with the finished product that was satisfactory for all three of them, but they also found some small problems.

"There is a certain danger to that thing. We don't want anyone to be hurt by a prank." Fred said while Professor McGonagall turned around. Because they were afraid of being heard by others, they now call explosives "that thing".

"We can't expect students to cast a protective spell before going to the toilet." George whispered,

"So we have to wait for no one to use the toilet," Lawrence said.

"When are there any students who use the toilet except at night?" Fred asked, "When class?"

"Some people will lose classes, Fred," said George.

"In fact, there is a time during the day, and everyone will not be in the toilet at that time." Lawrence said.

"When?" Fred asked anxiously, and Lawrence was about to speak, Professor McGonagall turned around and swept at the three of them with a sharp look, scaring them to sit upright in their seats.

"Next week is the final exam," Professor McGonagall continued ignoring the wails of the students below. "As your dean of Glenfindo, I must say that if someone fails the final exam, I will be very disappointed."

She stopped her eyes on Fred and George and said, "Second."

"She must be talking about George." Fred complained,

"She should just be a little sad, Fred." Lawrence comforted, "You and George can obviously do better."

"Well, you've made me feel guilty, Lawrence," said George. "Anyway, the number of 'that thing' should be enough. You'll help us make up for our homework these days."

"no problem."

So, in the next few days, they reviewed their homework calmly, and as soon as the exam was over, Lawrence and the twins hid in the house of requests. They were experimenting with how long a special fuse could burn,

"Thanks to this rope, it makes the flame not easy to extinguish." Lawrence said easily.

"I hope the plan goes well by then," George said briskly, "we must get these things done before midnight."

"I hope there is enough food." Fred glanced at the corner, and piles of small biscuits and cream beer were placed in the baskets.

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At midnight, they finished packing and wrapped the finished products neatly with paper that had been cast with waterproof curses.

Lawrence picked up the live spot map on the table to assign work,

"George, you are responsible for the toilets on the seventh and eighth floors." Lawrence said, "Fred, you are responsible for the fifth, sixth, third and fourth floors. After all, you will get back here and get the first and second floors."

He casually swept over a black dot on the second floor of the map, and then he could no longer look away.

"What's wrong?" George packed his backpack and put the finished products in it.

"It's okay." Lawrence calmly put away the map and pretended to tidy up his backpack. Fred and George left first.

Lawrence took out the map, and he watched the little black dot move to the third floor, with two lines of cursive small words:

Quirinas. Kilo

Voldemort

(Note 1 Note 2)

"The same point... is possessed?" Lawrence instantly understood, just like someone lit a lamp to illuminate everything, and the various events that happened this semester also had answers,

He looked towards the headmaster's office, and his eyes swept through every corridor, stairs, and classroom, but he could not find the small dot representing Dumbledore. He looked back on the third floor and found three small black dots representing Harry, Ron, and Hermione. After stepping onto the third floor, he disappeared.

"Damn it, why is this happening?" Lawrence frowned, "Normally, the level of the Magic Stone should be able to stop Harry and the others?"

He folded the map and put it in his pocket, put his backpack down, held his wand tightly, pushed open the door and ran quickly towards the third floor, and he wanted to stop Harry and the other three before they met Voldemort.

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Note 1: When I wrote this article, there are three versions of the idea in my mind.

The first version of the map shows "Tom. Riddle',

The second version shows "Voldemort",

The third version shows both of them (Author's words: Damn, this is too long! A fraudulent page?! Can you imagine a three-line word appearing below a point? The corridor is not that wide, man.)

Well! The plots of the three versions are different. I seriously thought about what he should be called now. Then I thought of the second episode, Dobby, the house elf, answered Harry after free: "Before the Dark King changed his name, everyone called that."

OK, so I think the map should show Voldemort, and then I think it would be obvious that I wrote this way. I think if the second episode of "if" is displayed on the map, it would be Tom. Riddle,

Although he privately called himself Voldemort during his school days, Dumbledore also mentioned in the second episode: "When he appeared in front of everyone under the name of Voldemort, no one could associate him with the once smart and handsome boy." So I think it should be okay for me to set this way... Probably?

If you find any information about Voldemort on the map in the book, please tell me me by using the book review area!!

Note 2: The time when Quirrell was possessed remains to be studied. What can be determined is that it has not been in the bar yet, and Harry and his team went to the Forest Labor Service to be possessed on Wednesday last week (the first dead unicorn).
Chapter completed!