[HP] How to properly feed the savior

When they were woken and went downstairs to eat, Harry looked much happier than he had in the past few days, although he looked sleepy from a sleepless night.Riddle had been sullen all morning, which he could understand because he had been forced to spend the night with Ron.And Ron was very surprised that Harry didn't want to tell them what they talked about late last night.

After breakfast, Harry joined in the cleaning.Now that their cleaning of Black's ancestral home was less rough, Kritch agreed with them to move those dangerous magic items to other places, leaving a few empty rooms for the Order of the Phoenix to live in.Hermione was pleased to see the thaw between Sirius and Klitsch - Sirius hadn't had an argument with Klitsch since that day when they shared an animosity over Riddle.

On August 8th, he, Riddle, Harry, and Mr. Weasley went to the Ministry of Magic together. He was there to testify against Harry, and Riddle was purely for fun.Professor Dumbledore didn't think it was a good idea for Riddle to appear in court at the Ministry of Magic, but letting Riddle out of his restraint seemed like an even worse idea, so he had to compromise.

Nothing went awry in the court trial, Dumbledore defended Harry, and the headmaster's knowledge of the letter of the law and his past prestige at the Wizengamot made things easy.While waiting with Mrs. Figg for the sentencing, he suddenly felt a strange attraction coming from a corridor outside the courtroom that ended in a plain black door.

No, that wasn't what attracted him.He found that the part of his soul that was dormant in Riddle had awakened, as if he had possessed Riddle.He felt himself wanting to push that door open, that there was something hidden behind it that he desperately wanted, and at the same time consciously aware that it wasn't his feeling, or even Riddle's feeling.

"What are you doing here?" asked a woman he had never seen before, and he immediately recognized the voice: Tonks.

"Walk around." Riddle shrugged. "Harry is being tried in the tenth courtroom. I don't want to stand stupidly at the door, right? What about you?"

"None of your business." Tonks gave him a wary look.

"What's behind the door?" Riddle asked pretendingly casually, "Are you here arranged by the Order of the Phoenix?"

"Don't talk about it here!" Tonks lowered his voice, "If you continue to inquire like this, I will report it to Dumbledore."

"Just report it, he'll come out later." Riddle looked nonchalant. "You're guarding something, right? A guard mission, the weapon Sirius mentioned?"

"Hush!" Tonks pouted his chin behind Riddle.He turned his head just in time to see Lucius Malfoy hurried away with an embarrassed look on his face.

"So, it is indeed that weapon?" Riddle put on a malicious smile, and when he saw that Tonks suddenly became tense, he smiled even more maliciously. "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone."

Lucius must have reported this to Voldemort.That night, Riddle received a message from the main soul, telling them not to interfere in this matter.

"What do you think it could be? Even the main soul doesn't want us to know." The others were so busy celebrating Harry's acquittal that even Ron, who was spreading mashed potatoes and meatballs on their plates, didn't pay attention. Seeing that the two of them were a little absent-minded.

"It cannot be ruled out that the main soul just wants to protect you." He poked a fork at Mrs. Weasley's meatballs, and Tom was already snorting and devouring them, and took the time to let out a cold snort to mock his displeasure practical. "Or to keep a secret, you are under Dumbledore's nose, maybe he is worried that you will inadvertently reveal the secret."

"People in the Order of the Phoenix are worried that I will reveal the secret to the main soul, and the main soul is worried that I will reveal the secret to Dumbledore." Riddle ordered another meatball. "What are they hiding from each other?"

"Then the weapon might contain some kind of information." He felt that this was the most likely possibility. "Otherwise, they all knew that the weapon was hidden behind that door, and there would be no room for non-interference of information."

"It may be a very complicated magic item, and both parties have limited understanding of it."

In the end, they didn't discuss the reason, so they had to give up.

On the last day of summer vacation, they received the book list for the new semester, and...

"Prefect?" Fred stared at the envelope in Ron's hand in shock.

"Impossible." George snatched Ron's letter immediately.

"Did you put the envelope in the wrong place?" Fred took the letter from George's hand and checked the watermark against the light, as if to verify the authenticity. "Who in their right mind would choose Ron as a prefect?"

"I thought it would be Harry or Ender." George said a little angrily, "You guys won the Triwizard Tournament!"

Ron actually nodded along.

"No matter what you think, I don't want to be a prefect." He never thought that a prefect was a powerful position, just look at Percy.That's just bureaucracy. "If I become a prefect, should I confiscate or not confiscate the pile of contraband from the two of you?"

The twins immediately beamed with joy, "Dude, Dumbledore has seen that you have a talent for breaking the law."

Harry looked better too.

In the evening, Mrs. Weasley improvised a party to celebrate Hermione and Ron's election as Gryffindor prefects.It's clear that the twin brothers don't like the event at all.

Most of the people at the table had never been prefects, which made the atmosphere a little more harmonious.Lupine considered himself a failed prefect, and Ron turned his curiosity to Riddle.

"There is no suspense about my election as a prefect." Riddle put a baked potato on his plate. "Even Dumbledore thought I was the best student at Hogwarts in a century, and every professor thought I was going to work for the Ministry of Magic when I graduated. Our dean at the time was Slughorn, who almost Is eager to use his connections at the Ministry to help pave my way, but I have little interest in entering the Ministry."

Ron stared at him with his mouth open.

"The prefect's experience has an impact on job hunting. The professor will give priority to those students who want to take the political line to serve as prefects, instead of simply looking at how they study." Riddell said insightfully, "Prefects are not good. Position. If something goes wrong, the professor will find the prefect first, and ask the prefect to be responsible. If there is no accident, he must manage the students well, but this will offend the classmates. Many prefects cannot balance loyalty and rules. balance, which can actually harm their relationships.”

Lupine nodded sadly.

"From this point of view, Harry is not suitable to be a prefect, because the savior wants to win the general love of his classmates. With his wayward and lack of overall perspective, he can only make a mess of things when he is a prefect. It's not as good as Stay away from that risk."

Harry rolled his eyes.

"Then who do you think you will choose to be the prefect of Gryffindor?" Ron asked curiously.

"It makes sense for Dumbledore to choose you and Hermione." Riddle glanced at Ron, "The two of you just complement each other, not too strict, but not too loose either. If you don't consider this factor, I think Neville would make a good prefect."

"Neville does have the potential to be a prefect." Lupine also agreed with this point of view.

"Neville?" Ron let out a short laugh, "Are you kidding me? He's a prefect, who will listen to him!"

"Neville is a very principled person, he can be fair and reasonable." He had to say something for Neville. "Give him this position, people will doubt it at first, but as time goes by, Neville can slowly establish prestige among the students."

"He just lacks self-confidence. The position of prefect itself is an encouragement, and it is also good for Neville." Lupine added mildly.

"Precisely because the position of prefect is an encouragement, I think Harry should be a prefect." Kingsley also joined the topic. "Think about how the Daily Prophet has programmed him this summer, he needs support from Dumbledore."

"I don't think so," he retorted. "Harry is 16 years old, and he needs to learn to establish his authority without relying on the power of adults. The attitude of the Daily Prophet is a kind of test and training. The principal can't follow Harry all his life and solve all his troubles for him. .”

"You're right." Harry cheered up suddenly, "It doesn't matter if I'm not a prefect, I can rely on myself."

He knew that Harry had been wronged by Dumbledore's attitude since the trial, and he didn't know if it was overkill.

It was hard to say that Harry had let go of the prefect.It was only after boarding the train on the first day of school that Harry realized that Hermione and Ron would not be in their compartment this time.Leaving those three people in the aisle to bid farewell, he and Riddle went to find the box first.

They were the last group of people to board the train. All the boxes were full, until they met Neville in the last section of the train.

"Everywhere is full." Neville dragged the box with one hand and tightly clutched the toad Rifle, who was trying to escape, with the other, panting to them. "I can't find a seat..."

"Isn't there a place?" Riddle took advantage of his height and glanced behind Neville before striding forward, "If you're embarrassed to talk to girls..."

The other party suddenly held his breath.It was the first time he had seen Riddle so restless, a faint blush appeared on his pale face, he turned around and hurried back, facing the glass door that separated the compartment, he combed himself neatly brunette, "How do I look? How attractive to girls?"

"Overwhelming country and overwhelming city." He suffocated a smile and answered with difficulty.

"Very good. I heard that a good first impression doubles the chance of falling in love at first sight." Riddle adjusted his neckline and cuffs again. "I'm going to get her right now."

The guy walked over with his head held high.

"Can I understand that..." Neville's round face was covered with sweat, "he's taken a fancy to the crazy girl Lovegood?"

"Probably."