In fact, Dumbledore's sudden resignation still made Van Lin a little flustered.

The president of the boys' student council, which he had never thought of before.

However, this made Van Lin feel very troubled.

This also means that Dumbledore will push him to the forefront in one fell swoop, and everyone's eyes will be on him for a short time.

A fifth-grade boys' student council president, which means that the position is determined permanently until Van Lin graduates.

Hermione was very happy, it was much more exciting than she was to be a prefect herself, in fact, when Verlin returned, only Hermione could share it.

Because of the huge Gryffindor common room, only Hermione is still trying her best to finish, to be exact, waiting for his return.

Van Lin will never forget the girl's happy smile.

"That's the president of the boys' student council!"

That's what he said at the time, but Van Lin really didn't think it was a good job, and in fact, he still didn't understand what the boys' student council president was going to do......

As always?

Or......

However, when Seamus got dressed as fast as he could and walked out of the bedroom before Harry had put on his socks, Van Lin noticed something was wrong, and he came back too late to know what was going on.

As the edge of Harry's robe disappeared from sight, Harry exclaimed, "Does he think he'll become a madman if he stays in the same room with me for too long?"

"Don't bother with it, Harry," Thomas muttered, picking up his bag, "He's just—" Apparently he didn't know what was wrong with Seamus, and slipped out the door after a slight jerky pause.

Neville and Ron both gave Harry a look of "that's his problem, it's none of your business", but Harry didn't feel much comfort. How much more do he have to endure such a thing?

"What's going on?" asked Van Lin, puzzled.

"Before you came back, there was some conflict between Seamus and Harry because of the Daily Prophet's affair. Neville whispered, as if he was afraid of angering Harry.

"Seamus, what did he say Harry?"

"It doesn't matter. Harry angrily said that one day he would find out with his stupid mother who was the liar.

Van Lin shook his head, for Harry's sensitivity, Van Lin is naturally clear, even if the Order of the Phoenix blocked a large amount of news, Harry can still get such information from various channels, no matter who it is, it is difficult to ensure that he has a peaceful mind in such a matter.

......

"Hey, good news for you......" Hermione said five minutes later as she caught up with a few people walking through the common room on their way to breakfast, "you guys look absolutely- oh my God!"

Hermione suddenly stared at the common room bulletin board, which was affixed to a large new notice. Lots of gold galleons, feeling like you don't have enough pocket money to cover your expenses, want to earn some extra gold, connect with Fred and George Weasley in the Griffington common room for an easy and easy part-time job (we regret that applicants will have to take all the risks that come with it).

"It's forbidden," Hermione said solemnly, removing the sign Fred and George had pinned to a poster announcing that the first weekend to Hogmard Magic Village would be in October.

"We should talk to them, Ron, Van Lin. Hermione said.

Hermione said, "Because we're prefects, it's our duty to stop this. Ron didn't respond, and Harry could tell from his gloomy expression that he wasn't optimistic about the prospects of dissuading the twins.

"No, wait a minute, what do you call us?" Ron asked suddenly, remembering that the prefect should only be him and Hermione.

"Oh, sorry, I'm just used to it, but that's the happy good news I'm going to announce, and it looks like Van Lin didn't tell you about it last night. ”

"What is it?" asked Ron.

"Right on the wall, I thought you noticed, Ron. Neville was dumbfounded, gesturing to the announcement that had been obscured by the Weasley advertisement, perhaps from the Hogwarts house-elves who had come over and posted it last night.

"You've been elected president of the boys' student council?" Ron said in an uncanny voice, as if someone had stepped on his tail.

"If nothing else, that's it. Fan Lin said helplessly, he found that a large number of people had gathered around.

"Dumbledore informed me last night that this was a school council motion, and the decision was not made until after the dinner last night, so I only knew about it on an ad hoc basis. Van Lin seemed to explain, but it didn't affect everyone's brain work.

Excellent grades, and then enough experience for people to discuss and unimaginable magical strength, this is almost the label of Van Lin at Hogwarts, it can be said that Van Lin is enough to talk about no less than Harry, and the last Three Witches Fighting Competition, Hogwarts has always had such a rumor.

Those rules were actually made to restrict Van Lin's participation......

I don't know who was the first to react, and the warm congratulations resounded throughout the Gryffindor public room for a while.

"It's not just Gryffindor, all the other bulletin boards have this notice...... "I don't know who got the news, anyway, the news of Van Lin's unconventional appointment as the president of the boys' student council spread all over Hogwarts at once.

Became the president of the boys' student council in the fifth grade?

You must know that in the past, the president of the boys' student union was held by the seventh grade, because the highest level of the grade, the magic strength is also the strongest, whether it is in terms of human feelings, the seventh grade students are also more suitable.

But the strength of Van Lin?

A young wizard who was able to fight the Dark Wizard head-on in the third grade would still be questioned about his magical strength, which is also a very magical thing.

Naturally, everyone congratulated Van Lin on his election as president of the boys' student council, and the Gryffindor people also knew that Van Lin would not be too lenient anyway.

But this is still the way for some people to go up, such as the prefect of the current Peace Day or something.

The original president of the boys' student council was chosen from among them, but this year he became a fifth-year Gryffindor?

It took a lot of effort for them to escape from everyone's congratulations.

"Oh, here's the trouble. Fan Lin called out with some annoyance.

"If I were you, I wouldn't think so. Ron said as he finally emerged from the fat aunt's passage.

"Let's not talk about this yet, but ......"

"Anyway, Harry, what's wrong? Hermione said suddenly, as they walked past a string of portraits of witches and wizards hanging by the stairs, but the portraits ignored them and talked about themselves engagedly.

"Your face doesn't look right, and Simota was angry before......"

Seamus suspected that Harry had lied about Voldemort. Van Lin gave Harry a brief pause, who didn't answer.

Hermione sighed, not as furious as Harry had expected. She said dejectedly, "Yes, Lisa thinks so too." ”

"Talking pleasantly to her about me, a fool who wants attention, is it lying?"

Hermione said calmly, "Not really, I warn her to shut her big fat mouth about you." It would be even better if you could lower the pitch of your voice to a few of us. Don't you see that we are on your side?"

"I'm sorry," Harry whispered dejectedly.

"That's fine. Hermione said haughtily, then she shook her head and said, "Don't you remember what Dumbledore said at the banquet at the end of last semester?"

Harry and Ron both looked at Hermione blankly, hoping she could explain it clearly.

"It's about the mystery man. He said his "talent for spreading discord and hatred is high." We can only contend with him by the power of the combined friendship and trust that is opposed to him—"

"How can you remember the original so well?" Ron looked at her enviously.

"I'm listening, Ron," Hermione said in a caustic tone.

"I'm listening, too, but I still can't say the same thing—"

"The point is that this is what Dumbledore said," Hermione raised her voice to emphasize, "and we've been fighting for less than two months since the mystery man came back. The Sorting Hat also warns of this: Stand together, unite—"

"But Harry was right to do that last night," Ron retorted, "if that warning meant we were going to show favor to the Slytherin idiots." ”

"Then I'm sorry that we're not trying to get a little bit of unity from within. Hermione snapped. As they walked the marble staircase, a group of Ravencrow fourth-graders was walking through the hall.

When they saw Harry, they huddled and ran away, as if Harry was going to attack those who had strayed.

"yes, we're really trying to make friends with those people. Harry said sarcastically. They followed Ravencrow into the hall and unconsciously glanced over to the faculty table. Professor Grubi Blanco was chatting with Professor Hinista, and Hagrid apparently didn't show up again.

The enchanted ceiling above them was like Harry's mood, a miserable dark gray cloud.

"Dumbledore didn't even mention how long Grubi Blanco was going to be here," Harry grumbled as they made their way to Griffonton's table.

"Perhaps—" Van Lin looked meaningfully at the teacher's seat.

"What?" said Harry and Ron in unison.

"Maybe he didn't want to be noticed. ”

"What do you mean, to get noticed?" Ron said half-laughing, half-laughing, "how can we not notice?" Just before Van Lin could respond, a tall, dark girl with long braids strode towards Harry.

"Hello, Angelina. ”

"Hello," she replied excitedly.

"Did you have a good holiday?"

Without waiting for an answer, she said, "Congratulations, Van Lin, for becoming the President of the Boys' Student Council at Hogwarts. ”

"Thank you, Angelina. Van Lin hastened to reply that, in fact, it was a Gryffindor habit, and that one person's honor would be magnified and everyone would be happy.

"And, you know, I've been named Captain Quidditch for Gryffindor. ”

"Awesome," Harry congratulated, grinning at her, hoping that Angelina's energetic speech wouldn't be as long as Oliver Wood's, and that would be an improvement.

'Yes, given Oliver's departure, we need a new goalkeeper. The test is going to be on Friday at five o'clock, and I hope the whole team is there, you know? And then we'll see how the new guy works with us. ’

"Good. ”

Angelina smiled and left.

"I forgot that Wood was gone," Hermione said mutteredly, as she sat down beside Van Lin, a large plate of toasted toast piled in front of her,

"I hope it's going to make a big difference for the whole team. ”

"I thought so," Harry sat across from him, "and Wood was a good goalkeeper. ”

"But it doesn't affect the entry of some fresh blood, right?" Ron said.

In a tumult, hundreds of owls flew in through the skylight and hovered overhead. They rushed straight to their owners, bringing letters and parcels, and shaking off drops of rain to the people who were eating;

Hedwig didn't show up, but Harry wasn't surprised, his only messenger was Sirius, and he didn't think Sirius had anything new to tell him after twenty-four hours of leaving.

Hermione, however, had to quickly remove her orange juice to make room for a soaking wet owl from the barn, with a soaked Daily Prophet in its mouth.

"What are you ordering that for?" Harry asked irritably, thinking of Simms, as Hermione put a bronze nut into the owl's pouch.

"I'm not going to bother with a bunch of garbage. ”

"It's the best way to know what the enemy is saying," Hermione said with a dark face, unfolding the newspaper and disappearing behind it, her head popping out until Harry and Ron had finished their breakfast.

"It's all right," she said simply, rolling up the newspaper and placing it on the side of the plate, "nothing about you or Dumbledore." ”

Professor McGonagall was walking along the table with a timetable.

"Look at today!" Ron groaned, "History of Magic lessons, two potions lessons, prophecy lessons, and two Defence Against the Dark Arts lessons—Binns, Snape, Treloni, and that Umbridge all in one day! I wish Fred and George could get that snake hack in ...... hurry up."

"If I'm not mistaken," said Fred, as he and George squeezed in and sat next to Harry, "the prefects of Hogwarts wouldn't want to skip class, would they?

"Look what we're all up to today," Ron growled, pushing the schedule in front of Fred, "this is the worst Monday I've ever had. ”

"Hey, fair trade, little brother," Fred said, looking through the schedule. "If you want, we can sell you some nosebleed cream marzipan for a little cheaper. ”

"Why cheaper?" questioned Ron. "Because you're going to have nosebleeds until you're old, we don't have a restorer," George said as he ate the pickled fish.

"Cheers," Ron said excitedly, putting away his schedule, "but I guess I'd better go to class." ”

"And your snake box," Hermione said, glancing at Fred and George, "you can't advertise on Gryffindor's bulletin board." ”

"Who said that?" said George, looking surprised. "I said," Hermione said.

"And the ...... of Van Lin"

"Well, count me in. Van Lin sent a helpless expression.

Hermione glared at Van Lin, clearly not satisfied with Van Lin's expression.

Fred and George snickered. "You'll be singing a very different song soon, Hermione," Fred said, spreading a thick layer of butter on the toast. "You're starting your 5th year, and it won't be long before you're begging us for a snake chipping box. ”

"But why does the first year mean I want a snake box?" asked Hermione.

"Because in the fifth year, there will be an ordinary wizard level exam. George said awe-inspiringly.