Chapter 838 (1/2)

”I don't think so,” said Ron, looking up at the ceiling in disbelief. ”They always say stupid people go to be prefects, and they still do,” but he quickly adds in a happier tone: ”they never get a new broom! I hope I can go with my mother to choose. She certainly can't afford to buy Lingguang series, but there is a new cleaning series, which is also great. Yes, I think I should tell her that I like cleaning series, so she will know... ” Ron rushed out of the room, leaving Harry and Hermione alone.

For some reason, Harry finds out that he doesn't want to see Hermione now. He turned to the bed, picked up Mrs. Weasley's pile of washed gowns and went to the suitcase.

”Harry?” Hermione asked tentatively.

”Well done, Hermione,” Harry's voice was so passionate that he didn't look like he used to be, and he still didn't look at Hermione. ”It was great. Prefect. Great. ”

”Thank you...” Hermione said, Hermione is also a little confused, originally she thought the prefect is either Harry or van Lin, and Ron or what, Hermione did not consider.

When the girl just came in, she still had a little selfish heart, but now

Dumbledore's idea is really not very reliable, completely does not play according to the rules.

Hermione hesitated

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

”Yes, no problem,” said Harry, still in his own terrible voice, ”take it away!”

He approached the suitcase, put the robes at the bottom of the suitcase, and when Hermione went to the closet to ask Hedwig to come down, he pretended to be checking things.

After a while, Harry heard the door close, but he still bent over to listen; the only sound he could hear was the blank picture on the wall giggling again, and the waste paper basket in the corner was now coughing up owl dung.

He straightened up and looked back. Hermione was gone and Hedwig was gone.

Harry hurried across the room, closed the door, and slowly returned to bed and fell, staring at the bottom of the closet.

He has completely forgotten that fifth graders can be elected Prefects. He was too nervous about the possibility of dismissal that the badge would be sent to a particular person.

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

It's not yours, said a little real voice in his mind.

Harry buried his face in his hand. He couldn't deceive himself. If he knew Ron's prefect badge was still on his way, he would have hoped it was for him, not for Ron.

Would it make him as arrogant as Malfoy? Does he think he is superior to others? Does he really believe he's better than Ron?

No, the little voice said confrontingly.

Is this true? Harry was suspicious of it, and he was anxiously exploring his feelings. I'm only better than him in Quidditch. I'm no better than him in anything else.

That's obviously true, Harry thought: he's no better at school than Ron. But what about extracurricular activities? What about the adventures since entering Hogwarts? The risks of those adventures are much worse than dismissal.