"I think I understand what you mean. Moody's class really makes people-" next Tuesday night, Harry told Lawrence and the twins in the saloon that he and Ron were making up their divination homework,

"I think he really knows a lot," Ron said, "but it's not that comfortable - look at Neville."

"What's wrong with him?" Lawrence frowned. He saw Neville's eyes flushed and was reading a heavy book.

"Moody demonstrated an unforgivable spell," Harry said. "I think you're right, it's a bit too much."

"Moody called Neville after class," said Ron.

"He gave Neville a book on the "Music Mediterranean Aquatic Plants and Their Characteristics," said Harry.

"Good book - hey, Mount Crook," Lawrence said, Mount Crook jumped onto the table, staring at Harry and Ron's homework, making a "snore" of condemnation, which made Lawrence laugh,

"It also knows you're making up." Fred probed his head,

"I have to say that you're really miserable this weekend." George sarcastically

"That old liar likes this." Ron was unmoved and continued to describe the future full of tragedy.

"She has to make a prediction that I will die tragically every time she goes to class," Harry said. "The difference is that the signs of death are different every time."

When the entrance to the portrait opened and Hermione climbed into the Glenfindo Tower, there was no one in the saloon except them. The twins were practicing silent curse while Lawrence looked at an old brick book. Hermione walked over, and she brought a box, and the sound of ding-dong collisions came from inside.

"Very good," Hermione smiled, "I'm done."

"I'm done, too." Ron announced his victory, and he threw down his quill,

"You're not going well next month, right?" Hermione mocked, looking at Ron's prophecy homework, "Don't you think this is making up again?"

"You said that," Ron pretended to be angry, "We are as hardworking as a house elves."

"I'm so glad you have this idea." Hermione raised her eyebrows, and Harry also completed his homework at this time. He raised his head.

"What is that?" Harry asked, pointing to the box.

"Maybe it was you who ordered our products?" Fred showed a touching expression.

"That's so disgusting, Hermione," said George. "If you tell us, we'll give you a discount."

"Really or not?" Ron stared at the box, as if he was afraid that it would explode in the next second.

"Don't be stupid," said Hermione, opening the box to reveal the badge inside, "It's the badge of S.P.E.W."

"Spit?" the twins asked in unison.

"The Promotion Association of Domestic Elfs," Hermione corrected, "S-P-E-W, referred to as the Elfs' Fujin Association."

"I've never heard of it." Ron said,

"Of course, because this is what I just founded." Hermione said, and the five boys met with their eyes for a while.

"How many members have you recruited?" Ron asked cautiously.

"Including your words, there are exactly six." Hermione said,

"I think we should go back to the dormitory, Lawrence." Fred jumped out of his seat, "I'll get up early tomorrow."

"Good idea," said George, who pulled Lawrence away without saying anything.

"I will tell you tomorrow morning about what we'll wait for the meeting-" Hermione shouted behind them,

"It doesn't sound so good, doesn't it?" George said. "The House Elf Rights Promotion Association? She's joking."

"Hope Harry and Ron can stop him." Fred prayed,

"I think it's hard," Lawrence said.

These days, Lawrence and the twins have been avoiding Hermione because they also learned from Harry and Ron that Hermione was full of enthusiasm for her plan.

"Actually there is nothing wrong with that organization," Lawrence said. They walked out of the hall quietly because they saw Hermione explaining the meaning of S.P.E.W to a group of freshmen.

"Of course, we all know," George said, "but we don't have time to care about it for the time being, right?"

"There are fewer classes," Fred said painfully, "but there are more homework, a damn silent curse."

"You said, will Moody really attack us?" George asked.

"I think it's very likely." Lawrence replied, and after the class of the dark magic defense in the afternoon, he also confirmed his conjecture.

"I think he must be crazy." Fred touched the bruises in his left eye.

"He really treats the Super Lao Wu Testing Class as the Auror training class?" George was in disbelief, and they looked at Lee. Jordan was doing complex gymnastics on the table.

"I thought he would attack people with spells, but I never thought that his so-called spell was the soul-taking curse." Lawrence complained, and he and Lee were together. Jordan had twins separated in the middle, causing the warning to be too slow.

"I must settle the score with him when he wakes up." Fred complained, and he sat in Lee. Jordan's right hand side, Lee. Jordan punched Fred under Moody's control.

"It's so bad," Moody shook his head. While he was talking, more people started to make strange moves. Obviously, Moody took the opportunity to control a few more people.

"I told you, be vigilant at any time!" Moody roared, and he waved his wand to remove the control of the Soul-Snatching Curse.

"Professor, this is illegal, the Ministry of Magic does not allow it-" said a Slytherin student, who had just inserted his wand into his nostril under Moody's control,

"Dublido agrees with me to let you experience and learn how to fight it." Moody said impatiently, "Use your willpower to resist control, or use your wand - remember -"

"At any time you want to be vigilant!" Moody roared,

"Look at what he said," after class, Lee. Jordan complained that he was sore all over his body now because he had done too many strange moves, "It's too difficult."

"Better than me," George shook his head, "He actually asked me to walk around the classroom on the upside down."

"Lawrence wasn't a sneak attack at once," Fred pointed out a fact, "Moody's--?"

"Dongdongdongdong--" Moody appeared behind them with a limp,

"Hey, Mr. Rovande," Moody screamed, "Come here, come here, kid, let's talk about this class."

The four students exchanged their eyes, Lawrence walked over,

"We'll have dinner in the hall," Fred shouted, and Lawrence waved to hear,

"How do you think the course is?" They came to Moody's office, and Moody asked,

"It's too much." Lawrence replied, Moody let out a roaring laugh. Lawrence noticed a mirror behind him, which was a demon mirror, with blurred figures shaking inside, (Note 1)

"Of course, of course," Moody said, "I noticed that you refused to cast your life-seeking curse."

"Isn't this good?" Lawrence asked.

"How could that happen?" Moody said, and he touched the secret sensor that had been vibrating on the table with a little nervousness. "Witches like you and Albus, of course they don't want to use this power."

"Aren't you the same?" Lawrence frowned. "You caught more than half of the black wizards in Azkaban."

"Ah, yes, in those days, there were many dark wizards who died in the hands of Aurors," Moody's face darkened. He took out the curved wine bottle he carried with him and took a sip. He gestured to his face. Lawrence knew he was pointing at the scar on his face. "I just paid a little price to capture them alive."

Lawrence was silent, Moody capped the bottle, and he stared at Lawrence - whether it was the intact eyes or the blue magic eyes,

"Let's talk about the serious business," Moody said. "I hope you can be my assistant in the next class."

"Huh?" Lawrence was surprised.

"We will have a practical combat drill in the next class. Let's demonstrate a wizard duel," Moody said. "The students are too unaware of the current situation. Of course, I noticed that you have always been alert, which is great."

"Is it a silent curse?" Lawrence asked.

"If possible, of course it's the best," Moody said, his mouth tilting up, pulling the scar on his face, and his big, round blue eyes began to roam again, "I think it's getting late, you should go to the hall for your dinner."

"So we'll be hit by you and Moody next week?" Fred complained, his eyes were already swollen, and they obviously went to the hospital room first.

"Stop messing around," George said sadly, he took a chicken leg, "My head still hurts."

"It's just a wizard duel," Lawrence rolled his eyes, "It's not that I'll sneak attack you with Moody."

Harry and Ron approached them slowly, their faces were not very good.

"We got the highest score in our divination homework," said Harry.

"This is very good," said George.

"Not good at all," said Ron. He and Harry sat down and began to complain that Professor Crylawney had released a lot of divination homework.

"There will be more," Fred said gloatingly, "Professor McGonagall's homework will take you all week."

"Hermione went to the library?" George looked around alert.

"Yes." Harry replied,

"Oh no," Ron shouted in despair, "We have enough homework-"

"Is she still doing that 'spit' now?" Fred asked,

"Since it's a lot of homework," Harry recalled, "She's almost always in the library."

"I don't think she gave up," Ron said smartly. "She just found another good opportunity. Last time she told us that if we could write some promotional articles about "spit" on your product packaging--"

"Then our products will be boycotted by all the wizard families with house elves," George said.

"I really don't understand why she thinks that house elves need to take a leave and paycheck," Ron said. "I mean, they like to do these things."

"Maybe it's because we Muggle-born wizards are somewhat discriminated against," Lawrence said. "This makes us feel a little dissatisfied, and Hermione's sense of justice is a little - uh - excess?"

"It can also be said that I am meddling in other people's business?" Harry grinned.

"By the way, Hermione wants us to tell you," said Ron. "If you hide from her again, she will tell her mother about your recruitment of product testers."

"Hey, even Professor McGonagall doesn't care about this." Fred protested,

"You guys go and tell her yourself." Ron shook his head and continued to fight the food on the plate.

"Well, I think," George said to Fred, "we can print some words on the packaging that promotes caring for the elves."

"But I will never mention salary and leave." Fred agreed.

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Author's words: Recently, I feel that my moral integrity is declining rapidly...

Note 1: The mainland version of Foe-Glass is translated into a demon mirror. I think it is a bit strange, but the Taiwanese version is translated into an enemy mirror.
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