Vol 2 Chapter 827: dialogue

"I don't think so," Ron also raised his head to look at the ceiling and said questioningly. "They always said that fools would become prefects and it is still the case," but he quickly added in a happier tone: "They have never got a new broomstick! I hope I can accompany my mother to select the Emmanuel series. She definitely can't afford the Emmanuel series, but there is a new cleaning series, which is also great. Yes, I think I should tell her that 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 discovered that he didn't want to see Hermione now. He turned and walked to the bed, picked up the pile of robes that Mrs. Weasley had cleaned, and walked to the suitcase.
"Harry?" Hermione asked tentatively.
"Good job, Hermione," Harry's voice was so enthusiastic, it didn't look like his usual, and he still didn't look at Hermione, "Really great. Prefect. Great. "
"Thank you..." Hermione said. Hermione was also a little dazed. Originally, she thought the prefect was either Harry or Fanlin, and Ron or something, Hermione hadn't even considered it.
When the girl first came in, she still had a little selfishness, but now...
Dumbledore's thoughts were really unreliable, and he played the cards in violation of the rules.
Hermione hesitated...
"Um-Harry-can I borrow Hedwig so I can tell my parents the good news? They will be really happy, I think they understand what a prefect is."
"Yes, no problem," Harry still said in a terrible tone that was not his own. "Take it away!"
He approached the suitcase and put the robes on the bottom of the suitcase, and when Hermione walked to the closet and told Hedwig to come down, he pretended to be checking things.
After a while, Harry heard the door closed, but still bent over to listen; the only sound he could hear was the blank painting on the wall, laughing again, and the wastebasket in the corner was coughing now. Owl droppings.
He straightened up and looked back. Hermione was gone and Hedwig was gone.
Harry hurriedly walked through the room, closed the door, then slowly returned to the bed and fell down, staring blankly at the bottom of the wardrobe.
He has completely forgotten that fifth-grade students can be elected as prefects. He is too nervous about the possibility of being fired, so he has no time to consider that the badge will be sent to specific people.
But if he remembered what he could expect if he had considered it?
This is not yours, a small real voice said in his mind.
Harry buried his face in his hands. He couldn't deceive himself. If he knew that Ron's prefect badge was still on the way, he must hope it was for him, not for Ron.
Would this make him as arrogant as Malfoy? Does he think he is superior to others? Does he really believe he is better than Ron?
No, the little voice said confrontationally.
is this real? Harry was suspicious of this, and he probed his feelings nervously. I am only better than him in Quidditch. I can't do anything better than him.
That was obviously correct, Harry thought: his homework is no better than Ron. But what about after class? What about the adventures since entering Hogwarts? Those risky actions are far worse than expulsion.
But why is it Ron?
Harry still couldn't figure it out. In fact, after a small loss, Harry was able to adjust his emotions well.
However, Ron...
In fact, in addition to himself, Dumbledore will have better candidates, such as Van Lin?
Harry knew very well that for this kind of thing, apart from him in Gryffindor, only Fanlin was more suitable. If he wasn't famous enough, no one could even compete with Fanlin.
Harry knew very well that he would, most of which were taught by Fanlin, and even the Goblet of Fire was passed with the help of Fanlin.
No matter how you look at it, it can't be Ron...
Maybe Dumbledore didn't choose you to be the prefect because you were in a dangerous situation. Maybe he chose Ron for other reasons. Maybe there are things you don't know.
A voice appeared in Harry's mind.
Harry opened his eyes and looked at the position of the wardrobe feet from the place between his fingers. He was remembering something.
Fred has already said: "No sane person would let Ron be the prefect."
Harry let out a low voice of contempt. But he immediately disgusted himself.
Ron did not ask Dumbledore to give him the prefect badge. It's not Ron's fault. It’s him, Harry, Ron’s best friend in this world~EbookFREE.me~ because he didn’t get the prefect badge and was angry with him, and laughed at Ron with the twins behind his back. For the first time, did he hit Harry somewhere?
At this moment, Harry heard Ron's footsteps ringing on the stairs again. He stood up, straightened his glasses, and made a quick smile on his face when Ron entered through the door.
"Just in time for Mom!" Ron said happily. "She said she would buy me a sweeping broom if possible."
"It's cool," Harry said, and he was finally relieved to hear that his voice was no longer the kind of pretentious enthusiasm that sounded, "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 Fanlin!"
"Aha, the two of us have caused too much trouble..." Harry said, shaking his head. "Maybe Dumbledore thinks that way, and don't worry about Van Lin, you should know that he doesn't care about this kind of thing."
"Yes," Ron said, "Yes, I guess all right, we'd better pack the boxes, right?"
The strange thing is that since they came here, their property and themselves have become more and more scattered.
It took more than half an afternoon before they retrieved their books and belongings from the entire room, and then stuffed them all into their school suitcases.
Harry noticed Ron constantly moving the position of his prefect badge, first placing it on his bedside table, then taking it out and placing it on the folded robe, as if looking at the effect of red on black. It wasn't until Fred and George broke in and suggested that Ron wear the badge on his forehead and perform a permanent attachment magic, that Ron gently wrapped the badge into his maroon socks and locked the box.