Vol 2 Chapter 841: Constant news

In fact, Dumbledore's sudden confession still made Fanlin a little flustered.
Chairman of the Boys Student Union, this was something he had never thought of before.
However, this made Fanlin feel very troublesome.
This also means that Dumbledore pushed him to the cusp of the storm at once, and everyone's eyes would gather on him for a short while.
A fifth-grade boy student union chairperson, which means that the position will be determined forever until Fanlin graduates.
Hermione was very happy. It was even more exciting than she was the prefect. In fact, when Fanlin returned, only Hermione could share.
Because of the huge Gryffindor public lounge, only Hermione was still doing her best to finish it off, to be precise, waiting for his return.
Fanlin would never forget the girl's smile.
"That's the chairman of the boy student union!"
That's what he said at the time, but Fanlin really didn't think it was a good job. In fact, he still doesn't understand what the chairman of the Boys Student Union wants to do...
as usual?
or……
However, when Seamus got dressed as quickly as possible and walked out of the dormitory before Harry put on his socks, Fanlin still found something wrong. He came back so late that he didn't know what happened. what.
When the edge of Harry's robe disappeared from his eyes, Harry shouted: "Does he think that staying in the same room with me for a long time will become a lunatic?"
"Don't worry about it, Harry," Thomas murmured while carrying his schoolbag. "He was just—" Obviously he didn't know what was wrong with Seamus, so he slipped out after a slight jerky pause. Closed the door.
Neville and Ron both gave Harry a look that said, "It's his problem, it's none of your business", but Harry didn't feel much comfort. How much does he have to suffer from this kind of thing?
"What happened?" Fan Lin asked puzzledly.
"Before you came back, there were some conflicts between Seamus and Harry, because of the Daily Prophet." Neville said in a low voice, as if he was afraid of angering Harry.
"Simo? What did he say to Harry?"
"It's not important." Harry said angrily, and one day he and his stupid mother will understand who the liar is.
Fanlin shook his head. Fanlin was naturally aware of Harry’s sensitivity. Even though the Order of the Phoenix blocked a large amount of news, Harry could still learn such information from various channels, in exchange for who it was. It is difficult to guarantee a peaceful mind in all matters.
...
"Hey, I have good news for you..." Five minutes later, Hermione caught up with the few people who were walking through the common room for breakfast and said beamingly, "You look absolutely--oh my god!"
Hermione stared suddenly at the bulletin board in the common room, with a huge new sign posted on it. A bunch of Jin Jialong! Feel that your pocket money is not enough to meet your expenses? Want to earn some extra coins? Please contact Fred and George Weasley in the Griffinton common room for a simple and easy part-time job (we regret that applicants will have to bear all the risks of work).
"It's forbidden," Hermione said solemnly, and removed the notice that Fred and George had pinned to a poster that announced the first weekend trip to Hogmade Village. It was in October.
"We should talk to them, Ron, Fanlin," Hermione said.
Hermione said, "Because we are the prefect, it is our duty to prevent such things." Ron did not respond; Harry could see from his sullen expression that he was not optimistic about the prospect of discouraging the twin brothers.
"No, wait a minute, what are we?" Ron asked suddenly. He remembered that the prefect should only be right if he had Hermione.
"Oh, sorry, I'm just used to it, but this is also the good news I want to announce. It looks like Fanlin didn't tell you last night."
"What is it?" Ron asked.
"It's on the wall, I thought you noticed, Ron." Neville said dumbfounded. He pointed to the announcement that had been obscured by the Weasley ad. Perhaps it was the Hogwarts house elves last night. Pasted here.
"You were elected the chairman of the Boys Student Union?" Ron said in an incredible voice as if he had been stepped on his tail.
"If there is no accident, that's it." Fanlin said helplessly, and he found a lot of people gathered around.
"Dumbledore informed me last night that this is a motion of the school board. It was decided after the dinner last night, so I only learned about it temporarily." Fanlin said as if it were an explanation, but this Does not affect everyone's brain supplement work.
Excellent grades, and enough discussion experience and unimaginable magical power, this is almost the label of Fanlin at Hogwarts. It can be said that Fanlin has enough people to talk about less than Harry. And in the last Three Witch Fighting Contest, Hogwarts has been circulating like this.
Those rules were actually made to restrict Fanlin’s participation...
I don't know who is the first to react, and the warm congratulations resounded throughout the Gryffindor public lounge.
"Not only Gryffindor, but all other bulletin boards have this notice..." I don't know who got the news, anyway, the fact that Fanlin became the chairman of the Boys Student Union spread all over Hogwarts.
Became the chairman of the boy student union in fifth grade?
You know, in the past, the chairman of the Boys Student Union was held by the seventh grade, because the highest grade in the grade, the magic power is also the strongest, whether it is in the world, the seventh grade students are more suitable.
But Fanlin's strength?
It is also a miraculous thing that a little wizard who was able to face the black wizard in the century battle in the third grade would still be questioned in terms of magical power.
Naturally, everyone congratulated Fanlin on his election as the chairman of the Boys Student Union. People in Gryffindor knew that Fanlin would not be too lenient anyway.
But this is still a way for some people to go up, such as the prefect of the current Christmas Day.
The original chairman of the Boys Student Union came from among them, but this year he became a fifth-grade Gryffindor student?
Fanlin and the others took a lot of effort to escape from everyone's congratulations.
"Oh, the trouble is coming." Fanlin called out rather annoyed.
"If I were you, I wouldn't think so." Ron said as he finally got out of the fat aunt's tunnel.
"Let's not discuss this yet, but..."
"Anyway, Harry, what's the matter? You look very annoyed." Hermione suddenly said as they walked past a series of portraits of witches and wizards hanging on the side of the stairs, but those portraits ignored them. Talking about his topic enthusiastically.
"Your face looks very wrong, and Seamus was angrily before..."
"Simo suspects that Harry lied about Voldemort." Fanlin said briefly for Harry who did not answer.
Hermione sighed, not as angry as Harry expected. She said frustratedly: "Yes, Lisa thinks so too."
"Talking to her happily about me, a fool who wants other people's attention, is lying, isn't it?" Harry shouted.
Hermione said calmly, "It's not the case. I warned her to close her big fat mouth talking about you. It would be better if you could lower your tone of voice to us. Didn't you see it? Are we on your side?" There was a small silence.
"I'm sorry," Harry whispered dejectedly.
"That's all right." Hermione said proudly, and then she shook her head and said, "Don't you remember what Dumbledore said at the party at the end of last semester?"
Harry and Ron both looked at Hermione blankly, hoping that she could explain it more clearly.
"It's about mysterious people. He said that his "gift for spreading dissonance and hatred is very high." We can only contend against him with the powerful combination of friendship and trust—"
"How can you remember the original version so firmly?" Ron looked at her enviously.
"I listened, Ron," Hermione said in a mean tone.
"I'm listening, but I still can't speak as finely as you—"
"The point is that this kind of thing is what Dumbledore said," Hermione emphasized in a higher voice. "It's only two months since the mysterious man came back, and we have already had an infighting. The Sorting Hat also warns like this: stand together, unite stand up-"
"But Harry was right that way last night," Ron retorted, "if that warning means we have to show favor to the Slytherin fools."
"Then I regret that we are not working hard to get a bit of internal unity." Hermione said for tat. When they finished the marble staircase, a team of Ravenclaw's fourth-graders were walking through the hall.
They saw Harry and ran away in a huddle, as if Harry would attack those who left behind.
"Yeah, we really are trying to make friends with those people." Harry said sarcastically. They followed Ravenclaw's people into the hall and unconsciously looked at the staff table. Professor Grubblanco was chatting with Professor Sinista, and Hagrid apparently did not show up again.
The enchanted ceiling above them was like Harry’s mood, a miserable clouded gray.
"Dumbledore didn't even mention how long Grubbs Blanc would be here," Harry complained as they walked to Griffinton's table.
"Maybe—" Fanlin looked at the teacher's seat meaningfully.
"What?" Harry and Ron said at the same time.
"Maybe he doesn't want people to notice Hagrid's absence."
"What do you mean, let people notice?" Ron said with a half smile, "How can we not notice?" Just before Fanlin responded, a tall, dark girl with a long braid strode. Walked towards Harry.
"Hello, Angelina."
"Hello," she replied excitedly.
"How did the holiday go?"
Before answering, she said, "Congratulations, Fanlin, for being the chairman of the Hogwarts Boys Student Union. Everyone agrees."
"Thank you, Angelina." Fanlin hurriedly replied. In fact, this is Gryffindor's habit. A person's honor will be magnified and everyone is happy.
"Also, do you know that I was appointed as Gryffindor's Quidditch Captain."
"Awesome," Harry congratulated too, grinning at her; he hoped Angelina's energetic speech would not be as long as Oliver Wood's, and that would be an improvement.
"Yes, in view of Oliver's departure, we need a new goalkeeper. The test will be held at 5 o'clock on Friday. I hope the team will arrive. Understand? Then we have to see how the newcomer can cooperate with us.’
"it is good."
Angelina smiled and left.
"I forgot Wood has left," Hermione said vaguely. She was already sitting next to Van Lin, a large plate of toast piled in front of her.
"I hope this will make a big difference for the whole team."
"I think so too," Harry sat in the opposite seat. "Wood was a good goalkeeper."
"But it won't affect the entry of some fresh blood, right?" Ron said.
In a burst of patters, hundreds of owls flew in from the skylight and hovered in the sky. They rushed straight to their owners, brought letters and packages, and shook off the drops of rain to those who were eating; it must have rained heavily outside.
Hedwig did not show up, but Harry was not surprised; his only correspondent was Sirius, and he didn't think Sirius had anything new to tell him twenty-four hours after leaving.
However, Hermione had to move her orange juice quickly to make room for a drenched big owl from the barn with a soaked daily prophet in its mouth.
"What are you still ordering that for?" Harry asked grumpily, thinking of Sims when Hermione was putting a copper nut into the owl's leather bag.
"I won't worry about a bunch of garbage."
"This is the best way to understand what the enemy is talking about," Hermione said with a black face, and she unfolded the newspaper and disappeared behind it. It wasn't until Harry and Ron had finished their breakfast that they appeared.
"It's okay," she said simply, rolling up the newspaper and laying it on her plate. "Nothing is about you or Dumbledore."
Professor McGonagall is walking along the table with a timetable.
"Look at today!" Ron groaned, "Magic history class, two pharmacy classes, prophecy class, and two defense against the dark magic class-Binns, Snape, Trelloni, and Umbridge. All in one day! I really hope Fred and George can get that snake-cutting box quickly..."
"If I heard you correctly," Fred said, as he and George were squeezing in and sitting next to Harry. "The Hogwarts prefect wouldn't want to skip class, would it? Stump our boy student union. The chairman doesn't know how to curb this trend?"
"Look at what we are up to today," Ron roared, pushing the timetable in front of Fred. "This is the worst Monday I have ever encountered."
"Hey, fair deal, brother," Fred said through the timetable. "If you want, we can sell you some nosebleed nougat at a lower price."
"Why is it cheaper?" Ron doubted. "Because you will have nosebleeds until you get old, we don't have a restorative yet," George said while eating the kippers.
"Cheers," Ron said excitedly, putting away his class schedule, "but I think I'll go to class~EbookFREE.me~ and talk about your snake-cutting box," Hermione said. Ryder and George glanced, "You can't advertise on the Gryffindor bulletin board."
"Who said that?" George said, looking surprised. "I said," Hermione said.
"And Fanlin..."
"Well, count me." Fanlin posted a helpless expression.
Hermione glared at Fanlin, obviously not satisfied with Fanlin's expression.
Fred and George snickered. "You will soon sing a very different song, Hermione," Fred said, spreading a thick layer of butter on the toast. "You are starting your fifth year, and soon you will beg for a snake-cutting box."
"But why does it mean that I want a snake-cutting box in the fifth year?" Hermione asked.
"Because the general wizard rank examination is required in the fifth year." George said awe-inspiringly.