HP Magic Biography

I don't think so, said Ron, also looking up at the ceiling in bewilderment. They always say fools become prefects and they still do, but he quickly added in a happier tone: They never got a new broom! I wish I could go pick out with my mum she sure can't afford the Aura range, but there's a new sweeping range and that would be great too Yeah, I think I should go and tell her I Like the cleaning series, so she knows... Ron rushed out of the room excitedly, leaving Harry and Hermione alone in the room.

For some reason, Harry found that he didn't want to see Hermione right now. He turned and walked towards the bed, picked up the pile of robes that Mrs Weasley had washed and walked towards the suitcase.

Harry? Hermione asked tentatively.

Nice job, Hermione, said Harry, sounding so enthusiastic that it looked nothing like his usual self, and he still wasn't looking at Hermione, really well done. Prefect. Excellent.

Thank you... Hermione said, and Hermione was also a little dazed, originally she thought that the prefect was either Harry or Van Lin, and Ron or something, Hermione didn't think about it at all.

When the girl first came in, she still had some small selfishness, but until now...

Dumbledore's idea is really unreliable, and he doesn't follow the rules at all.

Hermione hesitated...

Well - Harry - can I borrow Hedwig so I can tell my parents the good news? They'll be really happy, I think they'll understand what a prefect is.

Yes, no problem, said Harry, still in that horrible voice that wasn't his own, take it!

He moved closer to the suitcase, put the robes at the bottom of the suitcase, and pretended to check things when Hermione went to the wardrobe to call Hedwig down.

After a while, Harry heard the door close, but was still stooping to listen; the only sound he could hear was the blank picture on the wall giggling again, while the wastebasket in the corner was now coughing. Owl droppings.

He straightened up and looked back, Hermione had already left, and Hedwig had also left.

Harry hurried across the room, shut the door behind him, then slowly got back on the bed and collapsed, staring blankly at the bottom of the wardrobe.

He had completely forgotten that fifth graders could be elected prefects. He was too nervous about the possibility of getting fired to care about the badge being sent to a specific person.

But if he remembers what can he expect if he thinks about it?

It's not yours, a small real voice said in his head.

Harry buried his face in his hands. He couldn't kid himself that if he knew Ron's prefect badge was still on the way, he'd wish it was for him and not Ron.

Does that make him as arrogant as Malfoy? Does he consider himself superior to others? Did he really believe he was better than Ron?

No, said the little voice defiantly.

is this real? Harry doubted that, searching his feelings uneasily. I'm only better than him at Quidditch. I can't do better than him at anything else.

That's obviously true, Harry thought: he was no better at his studies than Ron. But what about outside the classroom? What about all those adventures since entering Hogwarts? Those risky moves are far worse than being fired.

But why Ron?

Harry still couldn't figure it out. In fact, after experiencing a small loss, Harry was able to adjust his emotions very well.

However, Ron...

In fact, apart from himself, Dumbledore would have better candidates, such as Fan Lin?

Harry knew very well that in Gryffindor, apart from him, only Fan Lin was more suitable for this kind of thing. If he wasn't famous enough, no one could even compete with Fan Lin.

Harry knew very well that most of what he knew was something Fan Lin taught him,

Even the Goblet of Fire passed with the help of Fan Lin.

No matter how you look at it, it can't be Ron...

Maybe Dumbledore didn't pick you as a Prefect because you were in danger. Maybe he chose their Ron for other reasons. Maybe there's something you don't know.

A voice came into Harry's mind.

Harry opened his eyes and looked at the foot of the wardrobe through his fingers, remembering something.

Fred had already said: No one in their senses would make Ron a prefect.

Harry let out a small, contemptuous sound. But he was immediately disgusted with himself.

Ron didn't ask Dumbledore to give him the prefect badge. It wasn't Ron's fault. It was him, Harry, Ron's best friend in the world, mad at him for not getting his prefect badge, laughing at Ron behind his back with the twins, for the first time, he was in Did something hit Harry?

Just then, Harry heard Ron's footsteps on the stairs again. He stood up, straightened his glasses, and quickly put a smile on his face when Ron came in through the door.

Just in time for Mum! said Ron cheerfully. She said she'd buy me a Sweeper broom if she could.

Cool, said Harry, relieved to hear his voice no longer sounded contrived, Listen - Ron - good job, man.

The smile faded from Ron's face.

I never thought it was me! He shook his head and said, I think the prefect should be you or Fan Lin!

Aha, the two of us caused too much trouble... Harry shook his head and said, Maybe that's what Dumbledore thought about, and don't worry about Fan Lin, you should know that he doesn't care about such things.

Yeah, said Ron, yes, I guess well, we'd better pack our suitcases, no?

The strange thing is that since they came here, their property and themselves have become more and more scattered.

It took them most of the afternoon to retrieve their books and belongings from the entire room and stuff them all into their school suitcases.

Harry noticed that Ron kept moving his prefect badge, first placing it on his bedside table, then taking it out and placing it on top of his folded robes, as if contemplating the effect of red on black. It wasn't until Fred and George broke in and suggested that Ron put the badge on his forehead and cast a permanent attachment spell that Ron gently wrapped the badge into his maroon socks and locked the box.