"I don't think so," Ron said as he looked up at the ceiling and wondered, "They always say fools go to prefects," but he quickly added in a happier tone, "They never got a new broom!" I wish I could accompany my mom to pick out the Aura series, but there's a new Sweep series, and that's great, yes, I think I should go and tell her I like the Sweep so she knows ......" Ron stormed out of the room, leaving Harry and Hermione alone in the room.

For some reason, Harry found out that he didn't want to see Hermione right now. He turned and walked to the bedside, picked up the pile of robes that Mrs. Weasley had cleaned and walked over to the suitcase.

"Harry?" asked Hermione tentatively.

"Well done, Hermione," Harry's voice was so enthusiastic that it didn't look like he usually looked at all, and he still didn't look at Hermione, "it's really great. Prefect. Great. ”

"Thank you......" Hermione said, Hermione was also a little confused, originally she thought that the prefect was either Harry or Van Lin, and Ron or something, Hermione didn't even think about it.

When the girl first came in, there was still a little selfishness, but now ......

Dumbledore's idea was really unreliable, and he didn't play according to the rules at all.

Hermione hesitated......

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

"Yes, no problem," Harry said in a terrible tone that was still his own, "take it!"

He approached the suitcase and placed the robes at the bottom of the suitcase, pretending to be checking things when Hermione walked to the closet and called Hedwig down.

After a while, Harry heard the door close, but still bent over to listen, the only sound he could hear was the blank painting on the wall laughing again, and the wastepaper basket in the corner was now coughing up owl droppings.

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

Harry hurried through the room, closed the door, and slowly returned to the bed and collapsed, staring blankly at the bottom of the closet.

He had completely forgotten that a fifth-grader could be elected prefect. He was too nervous about the possibility of being expelled, and he didn't have time to care about the badges being sent to specific people.

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

It's not yours, a small, real voice said in his head.

Harry buried his face in his hands. He couldn't fool himself, if he knew that Ron's prefect badge was still on the way, he would have hoped it was for him, not Ron.

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

No, the little voice said confrontationally.

Is this true? Harry was skeptical, and he uneasily probed his feelings. I'm only better than him when it comes to Quidditch. I'm no better than him in anything else.

That was obviously true, Harry thought: he was no better at his homework than Ron. But what about outside of class, what about the adventures you've had since you entered Hogwarts, which are far more dangerous than expulsion.

But why Ron?

Harry still couldn't figure it out, in fact, after experiencing a small loss, Harry was able to adjust his emotions very well.

Still, Ron ......

In fact, Dumbledore would have a better candidate besides himself, such as Van Lin?

Harry knew very well that in Gryffindor, apart from him, only Van Lin was more suitable, and if it weren't for his fame enough, no one would even be able to compete with Van Lin.

Harry knew very well that most of what he would do was something that Van Lin had taught him, and even the Goblet of Fire had passed with the help of Van Lin's hand.

No matter how you look at it, it can't be Ron......

Maybe Dumbledore didn't pick you as a prefect because you were in danger, maybe he chose their Ron for some other reason, maybe there's something you don't know.

A voice came to Harry's head.

Harry opened his eyes and looked between his fingers at the foot of the closet, remembering something.

Fred had already said, "No sane person would make Ron a prefect." “

Harry let out a small scornful sound. But he was immediately disgusted with himself.

Ron didn't ask Dumbledore to give him the prefect badge. It's not Ron's fault. Was he, Harry, Ron's best friend in the world, angry with him for not getting his prefect badge, and laughing at Ron behind his back with the twins, for the first time, did he hit Harry somewhere?

Just then, Harry heard Ron's footsteps ringing down the stairs again. He stood up, straightened his glasses, and quickly put a smile on Ron's face as he came in through the door.

"Just in time for Mommy!" Ron said cheerfully, "she said she'd buy me a broom for the Sweeper if she could." ”

"Very cool," said Harry, who was finally relieved to hear his voice no longer sound contrived, "Listen- Ron- well done, 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 Van Lin!"

"Aha, we've got in too much trouble...... Harry shook his head, "maybe that's what Dumbledore thought about, 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 we'd better pack the boxes, don't we?"

Strangely, since they came here, their possessions and themselves have become more and more dispersed.

It took them more than half an afternoon to retrieve their books and belongings from the room, and stuff them all into their school suitcases.

Harry noticed Ron constantly moving his prefect badge, first on his bedside table, then on top of his folded robes, as if to see the effect of red on black. It wasn't until Fred and George barged in and suggested that Ron wear the badge on his forehead and cast a permanent enchantment that Ron gently wrapped the badge in his maroon socks and locked the box.