Azkaban: The Fifth House of Hogwarts

(9K5, but the plot is not finished yet... I’m embarrassed. I’ll work overtime tonight to write more and try to finish it in one breath tomorrow)

Perhaps you will never know how fast the Hogwarts Express is unless you ride it yourself.

But its normal running speed is definitely not as slow as it appears on September [-] every year.

It drives from [-] a.m. to sunset and the moon rises. It is impossible to match the express speed at such a slow speed.

The deliberately slowed down speed is actually to give the new class of little wizards a buffer time when they go to Hogwarts. The long enough drive allows the little wizards to meet many new friends in the carriage. After all, after the sorting, The young wizards will be divided into four academies, and the communication surface will suddenly become much narrower.

So it's natural to be slow.

But when it comes to sending the little wizard back to the station during the holidays, the Hogwarts Express really shows its particularly fast side.

At nine o'clock in the morning, after breakfast, the little wizards took their luggage and got on the carriage lined up at the gate of the castle. Then they arrived at the station before 10:30 and got on the train. After less than an hour's drive, accompanied by With the whistle of "Dirty", Station Nine and Three-Quarters once again ushered in the rush of people returning home.

But since it was Christmas, the flow of people at King's Cross Station was already very high, so there was nothing unexpected about their appearance.

Mr. Weasley drove his treasured Ford Anglia to the exit of the station early to pick up his children and go home.

"father!"

The twins who were holding each other's back had the sharpest eyes. As soon as they left the station, they saw Mr. Weasley with sparse red hair.

"You two brats, you finally didn't ask the professor to write to your mother this year. Maybe I should thank Merlin loudly for his blessing. This Christmas is the smoothest one yet."

Mr. Weasley gave the twins a firm hug and patted them on the back. Although Fred and George were naughty, Mr. Weasley still liked these two precious sons very much. He remembered when he was at Hogwarts. When you were in school, weren't you the same kind of naughty people who went out and had trysts at night?

"We are good kids with capital letters."

"You have really wronged us."

The twins spoke one sentence at a time, and the two people who had the same mind spoke somewhat like a cross talk.

"By the way, Dad, George and I are planning to give you and mom a surprise this year."

"A very big surprise, and it can also be regarded as a Christmas gift for you."

"So?" Mr. Weasley, who had noticed something was wrong, raised his eyebrows. "Tell me, did you get into trouble again? If it's not serious, I don't have to tell your mother. She made a very good Christmas cake today. Cake and roast turkey, I don’t want to see you two squatting on the floor holding a fork and crying with your ears pulled.”

"It's really a surprise and a gift. We haven't even left the school gate this year."

"Fred is right. We even gave Gryffindor fifteen points. Professor McGonagall was almost moved to tears."

"Really?"

Mr. Weasley looked at them suspiciously with an incredulous look on his face.

"Exactly!"

"Like a fake replacement!"

The twins, patting their chests in assurance, quickly pulled Percy over, and then said in unison: "Ask him!"

Percy, who was dragged staggering, threw away the twins' paws angrily, and then nodded: "It's not a lie if I didn't cause any trouble..."

Percy remembered the scene where the twins cast a spell on the snowball and then chased Quirrell running around in the snow. But since it was Quirrell who was harmed, Percy felt it was better to ignore it.

"Tell me then, what do you two have in mind to tell me?"

"We're going to take a day off."

"Fred and I are leaving for a while."

"So that the gift can follow us home."

"We'll do the Knight Bus and get back."

"Be there before twelve o'clock, maybe faster than you."

In school, they can use secret passages to run around, but after returning home, they still choose to make a report. After all, they have heard Mrs. Weasley's roar from the east of the river since they were young.

"Where are you going?" Mr. Weasley, who frowned slightly, was a little worried. These two people were just like huskies, disappearing when they let go. To be honest, if it were before, he would be worth 1. agree.

"It would be inappropriate to unwrap the gift in advance. All we can say is that we are going to Diagon Alley."

"Then I'll show you a big baby, a big baby bigger than us."

"Promise to be back before twelve o'clock?"

"We promise!"

"Then go and come back quickly. We have to decorate our home in the afternoon. I picked out the Christmas tree and we will get it back together in the afternoon."

"Wrap it on us!"

The cheerful twins stuffed their simple luggage into the trunk of the car, and then trotted out of the station. The Leaky Cauldron was not far from here, and they knew the way.

"Okay, let's go home first, Percy, get in the car, good boy."

After helping his third son put away his belongings, Mr. Weasley sat in the cab and suddenly remembered something.

"Ron, where did you run just now? Get in the car quickly."

He waved to Ron, who seemed a little dazed outside the car, and urged him to leave quickly.

"By the way, where are your things?"

After Ron closed the car door, Mr. Weasley turned around and asked.

"what?"

Ron scratched his head in confusion, wondering if he had left something on the train.

"Have you finished your homework at school?"

Although there won't be a lot of homework during the holidays, it's just for the little wizard to consolidate what he learned before the holidays, so as not to remember nothing after the one-week holiday. It's less, but there is always some.

"Oh...this..." hesitated Ron nodded, "Haha, yes, it's all done..."

Ron, who had completely forgotten about this incident, was just bragging with his classmates on the train. Anyway, there was still a whole afternoon and evening after returning to school. There was plenty of time, and he could copy and paste a copy by then. He had spent half the semester. Isn’t that how we all come here? We are very skilled at it.

Although Neville, Dean and Seamus didn't do very well in their homework, it was still very interesting to put it together.

Mr. Weasley turned his head in doubt. Although Ron was a bit stupid, maybe he was a diligent child?

Full of questions, Mr. Weasley drove back home.

The age of this car is a mystery, but it is probably no younger than Mr. Weasley. After being transformed by his magic, the old car is actually quite capable. At least when it is driving on the road, none of the Muggle policemen dare to stop it.

There was black smoke coming out of the back of this car, and it seemed to be falling apart the next second when it was driving...who knows if it would suddenly lose control and crash into it, or if because of their interception, the driver would slam on the brakes and the brakes would fail. Their bodies weighing two hundred kilograms were lost, and they had no time to cry.

Ever since, Mr. Weasley, who had never taken a driver's license and had no idea what a driver's license was, moved forward with such a brave attitude, enjoying the speed and passion that other wizards could hardly experience.

When the old shabby car disappeared in front of the police at a speed of 120 miles, they slowly picked up the walkie-talkie and told the colleagues behind them to be careful about their personal safety.

Not long after, as Mr. Weasley skillfully reversed the car into the garage, they returned safely and saw Mrs. Weasley opening the door to welcome them home.

Ginny stood next to her mother, holding a big hand tightly with her right hand. Charlie, who was originally in Romania, waved to them happily. Due to the change of work this year, he could go home to spend a reunited Christmas with his family. Festival.

"Percy! Ron!"

Mrs. Weasley reached out and took her two sons, "Where are Fred and George, Arthur?"

"Don't tell me that the two of them jumped out of the train on the way, or ran away with the train car because they got into an accident?"

Mrs. Weasley, who made fun of herself, was in a good mood.

"Why can't we go back just because we forgot to bring Ginny a Hogwarts toilet seat, Mum?"

As a huge bus suddenly appeared outside the stone fence, the twins' voices entered their ears from the newly opened gate.

"After all, this is what we promised Ginny when school started, so we should keep our word, right?"

George jumped out of the car first and shouted to them, and then helped Fred get down a black large sack.

"What the hell are you doing?"

Mrs. Weasley, who looked puzzled, stood in front of them menacingly, the majesty of the head of the family clearly revealed.

"Of course it's to give you a huge surprise!"

"Thanks Stan! See you next time."

The twins waved to the conductor of the Knight Bus and watched them disappear in an instant.

This mysterious big package aroused strong curiosity in others. After the twins waved, people formed a small circle and looked at it curiously.

"It's been almost three years now and our Christmas has been unremarkable."

"Or rather boring."

"George and I have thought about it for a long time, and there is only one reason!"

"That's it - Dang Dang!"

The two living treasures opened the black sack with force, and a red figure rushed out.

"Bill!"

Mrs. Weasley screamed and clutched her chest, startled by the big surprise.

As the eldest son in the Weasley family, Bill went to work in Egypt after graduation. In the past three years, except for some letters, Bill has not been seen again.

"Sorry, Mom, I scared you. Actually, I didn't want to at first, but these two guys said they were so surprised. I'm really happy to see you!"

Bill opened his hands and hugged Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley tightly.

"I really didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it..."

Mrs. Weasley, who was already in tears, grabbed Bill's arm and refused to let go, for fear that it was a joke, but the real touch told him that all this was reality.

"Why did you come back suddenly? Isn't the work of goblins very... very inhumane?"

Mrs. Weasley described Bill's job as euphemistically as possible. Although the income from the job of Gringotts Cursebreaker was indeed considerable, the stingy little goblins did not have to use it to death, especially just now. As an entry-level curse-breaker, Bill's life has not been easy at all in the past two years.

"So I quit my job."

Bill said with a look of relief, "Those goblins are not human at all. Although it is true, I did learn a lot, but they turned me off. Now that I have an opportunity, I simply quit my job. "

"If 360 days, five days a year and not being able to go home can be exchanged for a job with a monthly salary of 170 galleons, then I would rather give up. I love England, although it is a bit cold here...haha~"

Bill, who had just returned from the scorching desert, was really not used to the cold winter in England.

"How about, Mom, we go home and talk?"

Bill, who knelt down and picked up Ginny, rubbed his nose. Ginny, who was also very happy, was curiously grabbing Bill's long hair. She hadn't seen her for three years. How could her brother become half a sister?

"Let's go home. It's very hot in Egypt, right? Come inside and warm up."

The two eldest sons who were working outside came home for Christmas one after another. The happy Mrs. Weasley got a lot of desserts from the kitchen, and the smile on her face never stopped.

“This is the absolute best Christmas gift ever!”

She hugged the twins hard, and they made funny noises about broken ribs. Mrs. Weasley, who was dumbfounded, pulled their ears to stop the nonsense.

"Knew it!"

They covered their ears and sighed.

"This is what mommy tastes like."

"It seems we didn't enter the wrong door."

After receiving a look from Mrs. Weasley, they sat down happily and returned to their carefree appearance.

"Bill, you just said you won't work at Gringotts anymore? What are your plans now?"

Although it was good to have their son back, after all, they still had to start a family and start a business. Jobs in the wizarding world were easy to find but also difficult to find, especially stable jobs in large institutions such as the Ministry of Magic and Gringotts, which were even harder to get.

Otherwise, why are there only 3000 wizards in England?That's because the floating population is not included in the calculation. England can only provide so many stable long-term jobs. You can't expect Fudge to have any clever methods in economic development. He is just fishing for money. He is a pure bastard. .

"Don't worry about this, Mom." Bill also gave Mr. Weasley a reassuring look.

"Speaking of which, Fred and George found me. A month ago, they wrote to me and told me that they had a good business and planned to let me participate."

"What's going on? Fred, George?"

Mrs. Weasley averted her gaze, and at this moment, the twins became serious and serious.

"Originally we didn't plan to tell you so early."

"We want to keep it a secret, at least until we get something real."

"But we only found out after inviting Cedric to join."

"Sometimes a person's power is indeed very weak."

"Ced is a good friend we have known since childhood, but he is the only one who is reliable and capable. We have many friends."

"But there are not many people who can be chosen by us."

"George and I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and finally we thought about Bill."

"George and I are better at potions and spells. Cedric has a unique understanding of transfiguration, but neither of us is that good at alchemy and magic."

"But Bill is different. He has obtained the NEWT certificate, which is the most difficult exam in ancient magic texts and alchemy research. Moreover, his job as a Curse Breaker also allowed him to have in-depth research and practice in this area."

"We need such a helper, a trustworthy and capable helper."

"Cedric thought it was good too, so we added a fourth partner's name."

"Please allow us to proudly introduce to you——"

"Weasley's Mysterious Window."

"what???"

The confused Mrs. Weasley stared at the twins with disbelief on her face.

"We originally wanted to call it Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, but Rollo thought the wizardry sounded too childish, so we changed it to that."

"I mean!" Mrs. Weasley emphasized.

"What the hell are you doing!"

"A store."

"Shop?" Mrs. Weasley, whose expression became increasingly strange, seemed a little angry.

"I asked you to go to Hogwarts to learn knowledge, not to do these miscellaneous things!"

She slammed the table, but then there was a hint of guilt in her voice.

"Yes, that's right, your father and I can't give you very good things, but you shouldn't either..."

"mom!"

Fred raised his voice and called to Mrs. Weasley.

"You made a mistake!"

George also spoke quickly.

“We didn’t relax in studying, but worked harder!”

The twins walked up to Mrs. Weasley and hugged her arms one on the left and the other on the right.

"Both George and I have already completed self-study for the third grade, and even the fourth grade is almost the same. Anyway, as long as it can help us, we are already studying hard."

"Yes, Mom, because we know our future goals, Fred and I know that the most important thing for us now is to learn more things quickly."

"Even if you don't believe us, Bill won't be stupid, right? If it's not something of real value, how could he listen to our words?"

"We have an investor, a very generous and discerning investor."

"Ten thousand galleons of research funds per year. After we prepare the store products, we also have a start-up capital of one hundred thousand galleons. This money is completely enough for us to get everything we need. After we graduate, this store will Real business.”

"Bill chose to quit because he thought it would make more money than working for goblins. We mean it, Mom."

"If you don't believe me."

The twins put the sack that contained Bill on the table, and then took out a very tightly wrapped package from inside.

"We went to Gringotts just now to open a vault to exchange checks. There are still two thousand galleons here for future raw material purchases."

"Fred and I don't like to study as hard as Percy because we don't care about exams, but if learning knowledge is to make our careers start smoothly, then we are willing to spend [-]% of our energy To learn everything useful.”

When the golden Galleons appeared in front of people's eyes, the twins' words seemed to have a convincing weight.

"This is research money, not pocket money, Ron."

Fred slapped Ron's hand away and girded the bag of gold.

"I was just looking. I've never seen so many Galleons."

Ron beeped quietly, a little indignantly.

"Then who is he?"

Mr. Weasley asked with some doubts while being happy for his two sons.

"You're talking about our boss!"

The twins sat back down with smiles.

"We are discerning, generous, wise, talented, beloved by everyone, smart and wise, bold and decisive..."

Fred, who opened his mouth with a string of rainbow farts, made Mr. Weasley's head covered with black lines.

"He is Rollo Selkas Sadwind, a student of Slytherin, the same first year as Ron, but he is different from any other student."

"Why is this guy!"

"It was him?"

Ron's gritted exclamation was mixed with Mr. Weasley's slightly bewildered voice.

"He's a Slytherin! How could you betray Gryffindor! Fred! George!"

Not sure whether it was because of jealousy or anger, Ron scolded the twins loudly, "How can you hang out with such a despicable guy!"

Ron, who had already put Draco and Rollo on his absolute blacklist, hated the appearance of this name, especially when he saw that Rollo, who was constantly throwing away coins, had never spent a galleon of gold coins on him. The jealousy is even more obvious.

"You can't point fingers at our boss just because Mrs. Hooch forbids you to use Nimbus 2000 for flying lessons."

Fred, whose face turned a little dark, exposed Ron's background as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Although I know you don't like Rollo, you don't have to vent your anger on the broom. It's property that has been donated to Hogwarts."

George's next words made Ron, who had stood up a second ago, immediately sit down with a gray face.

"Do you think Rollo is targeting you?" Fred shook his head.

"I don't think he has that spare time." George crossed his arms.

"You should reflect on why it's always you, Ron, who gets hurt."

"Because you take the initiative to hit the muzzle of the gun every time, even if the gun is not pointed at you."

"Maybe today we can have a chat."

"So that you don't get hurt again and again at school."

"Injured? What are you talking about? Someone is bullying Ron?"

Almost as soon as the twins finished speaking, Mrs. Weasley frowned.

"If someone deliberately bullies Ron, George, Percy, and I won't look at it and ignore it."

The three of them looked at each other and seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding at this moment.

"But if it's Ron's fault, then he should learn a lesson."

"Percy, tell me, you are a prefect and you should know better."

Mrs. Weasley ignored the twins and looked at her third son, Percy, who was the most worried about him.

"These things are not a secret in the school, everyone knows."

Percy spread his hands helplessly, "Actually, it's not a big deal."

"Ron and Harry Potter are friends in the same year and house."

"That's the boy I met on the train."

"Black-haired and thin," Fred and George added.

"Let Percy speak." Under Mrs. Weasley's stern gaze, the twins shut up.

"Later, it was because Draco, the Draco of the Malfoy family, also became Harry's friend, so their conflicts arose."

"Ron probably didn't want Draco and Harry to be friends, so they had a big fight in the Great Hall."

"But aren't you free to make friends with whom you want?" Although Mr. Weasley frowned a little after hearing Malfoy's name, he was not ready to vent his and Lucius' anger on the children who were still in school.

"Yeah, that's what Rollo said at the time." Percy shrugged. He also thought that there was no problem. The Weasley family and the Malfoy family couldn't get along. This was a problem between them, but Harry had nothing to do with it.

"That's it."

Percy ended the topic somewhat vaguely.

"Then what else do you want to add?"

Mr. Weasley, who always felt that something was wrong, looked at the twins and motioned for them to speak.

"If there is anything else, it's probably because that day happened to be the first flying lesson. Harry was spotted by Professor McGonagall because of his good flying skills and made an exception to join the Quidditch team. After that, Ron clamored to join. But it was rejected.”

Fred shrugged and left the mess to George.

"Maybe because of this, Ron felt a little unhappy. When Draco came over to say congratulations to Harry, conflicts arose."

George, who glared at Fred, tried to speak as calmly as possible. He still remembered how bad Ron's attitude towards Draco was at that time.

"But Draco and his father Lucius are not the same kind of people. George and I have been paying attention to him for a long time. At first, I also thought that this guy had some evil intentions towards Harry. After all, the first impression was not good. He It's Malfoy."

Fred admitted frankly that he had indeed thought so before.

"But later, we found that this was a bit arbitrary. He was still a pretty good guy, a hundred times better than his dad. Not only Harry, but Hagrid was also his friend."

"By the way, there is another point that I find most incredible."

George patted his thigh and added:

"The most disgusting thing about Malfoy is that he looks down on everyone and is aloof and bullying, right? Moreover, they are very bad to people who are not pure-blooded. But Draco has a good friend. That's it, right? West!"

"That's the little girl who always asks you questions, Hermione Granger."

"I remember her." Percy nodded. He had a good impression of Hermione who studied as hard as him. This was an affirmation for people of the same kind. "Hermione is a very hard-working girl with excellent grades. I see her often. She goes to the library with Harry and Draco."

"That's probably why we think Draco and Malfoy are different."

Fred concluded: "If he and his father have extremely evil reasons, then he will never make friends with a Muggle-born witch, even if he just takes a look at it."

"After Slytherin carried out internal reforms a few months ago, not only us, but also people from other colleges suddenly discovered that there are indeed many pure-blood wizards with broken brains in Slytherin, but there are more and more We are the same hardworking people.”

"Although we were beaten by them in the Quidditch match just a month ago. We were exceeded by more than 400 points and our heads were shaved..."

The twins, who were trembling with their arms crossed, couldn't help but recall Wood's crazy training with them after the game. It was really too miserable to describe.

"All of us feel that this is what we should do. They won honorably. If we are not as good as others, we will lose. We will work hard to win back next time."

"Yes, Rollo is indeed a Slytherin, but this does not affect us becoming friends with him and him becoming our boss."

“He affirmed our abilities and ideas and supported us in turning them into reality and becoming a bridge for us to go further in the future.”

"Do you have any questions about this, Ron?"

Ron shrank when the twins asked him this question, but what the twins were waiting for was not Ron's nod. Perhaps Ron would give in in front of outsiders, because outsiders would really do anything to him, but this was at home. .

This is his brother, they should speak for themselves!

Ron, who always felt that he had been unfairly suppressed and humiliated, rubbed his neck and muttered in a low voice: "The Sorting Hat said he should go to Azkaban."

The twins who couldn't hold back their laughter patted each other on the back and burst into laughter. Their overjoyed look even made Percy, who had always been very serious, laugh.

"Professor Dumbledore said that this is because of the magic on Rollo's body that protects him, a profound magic that even Dumbledore himself doesn't know about."

"I know some rumors." Percy, who was suddenly a bit gossipy, said, "Rolo was brought by the Aurors just after the sorting ceremony. Someone inquired that it was because he suffered a terrible attack and kidnapping by Yang. The entire family was gone except for him, and he was also tortured extremely cruelly. It was this magic that protected him from going crazy under the torture of the Cruciatus Curse."

"I know about it."

After the children finished speaking, Mr. Weasley nodded.

"This matter has spread a lot in the Ministry of Magic, especially the family behind Rollo. This is a very old magical family with few records."

"The Aurors almost lost an entire team of elite Aurors when they tried to investigate their family's residence. In the end, they had no choice but to conduct investigations on the periphery, unable to enter their 'territory', which was bound by super powerful magic. Although some parts of it have been irreversibly damaged by violence, they are still very powerful.”

"Fudge also tried to levy a so-called land tax on their family, but in the end it was discovered that this land had been legally purchased as a private property 980 years ago in recorded history."

When it came to Fudge, who was obsessed with making money, Mr. Weasley curled his lips disdainfully, "But this kid is really powerful."

"Just a few days ago, he set up a charity and guardianship fund. One of the galleons was specially allocated to Aurors and St. Mungo's Hospital. Those who participated in the rescue and treatment received a generous return gift. , and also established disability insurance, death benefits, etc.”

"As you know, I occasionally go out to solve small things, such as playing tricks on Muggles with malicious magic props. If any accident occurs in such foreign affairs, the cost of treatment at St. Mungo's will be free of charge and will be funded by his fund. Will pay the bill. This is a benefit that benefits the entire Ministry of Magic’s foreign affairs staff, not just Aurors. Before this, the Ministry of Magic did not have such a generous hand. The Aurors’ treatment fees were independent funds of their own Ministry. They relied on processing Some are supplemented by the proceeds from seizures.”

"If this kid graduates from Hogwarts, and if he wants to be a minister one day, I will probably give him a vote."

"Can Fudge agree?"

Mrs. Weasley suddenly asked worriedly. Although it was a good thing for Arthur (Mr. Weasley), this was definitely suspected of overstepping his authority, or the fact was not an exaggeration.

"Of course I don't agree, but Fudge can't help it. Others won't stop him from making money, but he can't stop a good young man who knows how to repay his kindness to repay those who helped him, right?"

"What's more, Professor Dumbledore seems to be on his side."

This last sentence made this matter an unshakable fact. Although Fudge was the Minister of Magic, Dumbledore's weight had to be weighed by the entire English wizarding community.

"I believe this money is his support for you."

Mr. Weasley spoke seriously to the twins: "So you have to remember that this is because he sees the shining points in you and the excellence in you. Since you two want to do it, then work hard. Go, don't betray his trust in you, this is a friendship worth cherishing."

"But you must also remember that this child must be a very capable person. At least an ordinary 11-year-old wizard would not put his hand into the Ministry of Magic so easily. Through this one thing, he has accomplished many things in the family. Something you can’t do even if you rack your brains.”

"Like Malfoy?" Fred grinned.

"right."

Mr. Weasley shrugged, "The most important thing is that he can gain Professor Dumbledore's trust. It means that his intentions are not bad."

"Slytherin and Gryffindor have a conflict, and the conflict has been going on for a long time. It has always existed before my mother and I went to school."

Mr. Weasley's eyes turned to Ron who was standing aside.

"But isn't it solved now? There is also Malfoy. According to your brothers, he may be really different from his father. This is between Lucius and I. The conflict between me and him, I I don't mind if my sons become friends with Draco, as long as he's a good kid."

"Perhaps you had issues with him before. Ron, I don't blame you. Everyone wears colored glasses, but after getting to know each other better, maybe the conflicts can be resolved. ....."

"You don't understand! On the train!"

Ron pushed Mr. Weasley's hand away angrily, "You don't even know that that guy is a liar. That Draco, like Rollo, is an insidious liar, and you have all been deceived by them! "

The twins had no idea who Draco was on the train and what he was like in the first place, and neither did Percy, but Ron knew.

This information gap resulted in several people having completely different impressions of Draco.

Harry was able to forgive Draco because Draco won Hagrid's friendship and sincerely apologized, but Ron got nothing. Draco's apology would not give him anything, and Draco only gave him deliberateness. The disregard and the disdain and contempt specifically directed at him in this disregard.

"You don't understand anything at all!"

Ron got up angrily, pushed the chair away, went upstairs with a bang, and slammed his door hard.

Being poor at words, he simply couldn't stay rational in his anger. His lack of understanding, jealousy of Harry, and jealousy of other people's glory and success made him even more irritable.

Everyone in the family is better than him and has more talents than him. Bill and Charlie are top students, and so is Percy. The twins are naughty and mischievous, but they are recognized and affirmed.

And what about yourself?

If Harry hadn't been snatched away by Draco, then he was the one who pulled Harry to copy his homework, and he was the one who pulled Harry to be uneducated and unskilled. He didn't have talent but refused to work hard. He was jealous when he saw the good ones. Even if this person is his best friend. (End of Chapter Four Warriors of the Goblet of Fire)

But many times, people cannot recognize themselves and are unwilling to admit the excellence of others.

"Why do they..."

Ron turned over and covered himself under the pillow, muttering dullly to himself.

"Obviously I am right..."