"Mom!" Ron yelled dissatisfied, "That's right. ”

Mo Li was stunned, and her simple words made her brain shut down, and it took a while to react to what it meant.

But this meaning made her move in her hand, and looked at her son incredulously: "You mean, that thing is for you?" ”

Ron nodded.

"But Harry," Molly's voice narrowed, and she looked at the other little wizard at the table.

She had always thought it was Harry's.

But her own child got it, which made her feel ashamed of "doves occupying the magpie's nest".

"Aunt Molly, Ron has this ability, and it is only natural to get it." Harry keenly caught the outpouring and spoke to comfort him.

The person concerned spoke, which made her feel a little better, and it was just some.

Ron also caught this emotion, sighed, and said generously: "Mom, it's Harry who is too busy, Professor Dumbledore asked him, and Harry refused, so it fell on me. ”

Spit it out.

Not only Molly, but even Arthur, who was reading the newspaper on the side, couldn't help but look sideways - when did his own child become like this?

Ron was a good boy, but he suffered the loss of being born too late and still a boy.

Since childhood, I have used second-hand things.

He has always been very concerned about this, before the third grade, he quarreled with them because of this matter, they can understand it very well, but they are weak, in the past two years, the family has become richer, and this conflict has not broken out again.

But the fact that contradictions do not erupt does not mean that contradictions disappear.

Both Arthur and Molly know that if they live a good life and then turn back to the miserable and barren days of the past, the conflict will explode more intensely.

"Second-hand" is a forbidden word at home.

Although the prefect badge was new, Ron himself said that it was "something that others don't want if they're too busy." Between "second-hand" and "second-hand", it's just a difference between saying it explicitly.

He didn't care at all?

"Harry doesn't need the title of prefect either." Ron nibbled on a bite of toast and continued, "He's much older than he has in Gryffindor. ”

"It's our Gryffindor, after all." Fred, holding the flask, nodded in agreement, and he had just finished half a sentence.

Harry's knife-sharp gaze came over.

Let him grunt and swallow the second half of the pompous sentence into his stomach.

I still don't say that word anymore.

"And this year's Gryffindor prefect is really little Ronnie?" Molly pulled out her wand and waved it lightly, and the letter in Ron's hand, which he was watching, flew into her hand, reading word by word.

"Mom." Ron dragged out his tone and sighed helplessly, "I'm the third in my grade, so I have more confidence in me." ”

Molly's face was full of spring breeze and a deep smile: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Charlie and Bill are both the first prefects, I thought"

Ron muttered, "If it weren't for Harry, I would have been number one among the boys." ”

Hermione didn't speak, just chuckled softly - she didn't doubt Ron's ability now, but judging from the learning attitude he had in the first and second years, it would have been difficult for him to get such good grades without Harry urging him.

Ron frizzed: "Hermione, what are you laughing at?" ”

Harry laughed.

Ron fried even more.

George and Fred also laughed exaggeratedly.

The smile was infectious.

Molly held the letter in one hand and her face in the other: "Oh my God, this is great, our family is a prefect, Ginny, you have to ask a few brothers"

Fred sighed exaggeratedly, and sighed from the old Black mansion to Hogwarts: "Oh my God, George, my dear brother, I didn't expect to finally get this news in our adult years. ”

"We're not Weasleys." George clutched his heart, his expression twisted, "Mom, no, Mrs. Weasley, thank you for teaching us all these years, although not biological, but better than biological. ”

The two brothers wiped tears from their eyes.

"If you can do half as well as Percy." Mo Li grimaced, "You might be able to be a prefect too." ”

"But our dear Prefect Percy, Prefect Charlie, and Prefect Bill, together they earn, may only earn about the same salary as us." George puffed out his chest, proud.

Molly didn't speak, she waved her wand.

Boom - rags flew up on the table, slamming heads and faces into their faces.

"It's breakfast time, eat!" Molly looked serious and returned the letter.

George and Fred took off the rags and recited cleaning charms to each other.

"Harry, when are you going to buy textbooks?" Arthur put the newspaper down, and the contents of it made him feel a little high blood pressure - the Daily Prophet had not reported on Harry and Dumbledore in some time.

But there are always "fables" on the front page, and today we will publish the story of "The Woodcutter and Hermes", which has a more popular and better known name - "Golden Axe Silver Axe".

What is this implying to you?

Implying that Harry and Dumbledore are the woodcutter's friends, insatiable, untruth-telling bastards?

Damn it!

Harry glanced at the newspaper and reached out, and it staggered and flew off into the distance, "Today, I'm going back to Godric's Hollow." ”

"You're going back to the valley?" Arthur was stunned for a moment, but quickly came to his senses, "Bring your grandfather's portrait here?" ”

Harry nodded, "Well, I'm going to get Legnark to update his equipment." ”

The dragon skin and keel had been lying in his pocket for a long time.

"I'll send Harry there!" Sirius raised his hand and took the initiative.

"I'm with me." Lupin should also be down.

Arthur looked at the three of them, beat a drum in his heart, let the three Gryffindors out, will this lineup be a little too much.

"I'll let Emmeline know later, so she can join you." Arthur thought about it, and with a wave of his wand, parchment and quills flew in, and wrote a letter, which Bose expertly tied to his feet and begged Hedwig for two owl food, and then flew away.

"Emmeline?" Harry repeated the name.

"Harry, you haven't seen her yet." Arthur explained simply, "She is a very reliable witch, she is the senior sister of your parents, and she was a member of the Order of the Phoenix when she first fought against the mysterious man, and we all want to believe her." ”

"Now that the Order of the Phoenix has been reorganized, Professor Dumbledore has only invited a few people back, and Emmeline is the first thing that comes to Dumbledore's mind."

Harry was expressionless as he ate his breakfast.

Arthur thought about it and added, "She's from Hufflepuff House. ”

Harry's expression was a little looser: "Uncle Arthur, this sentence is much more convincing than the previous sentence. ”

Hufflepuff-born wizards may not be very good, but for the most part, they are very reliable - perhaps, when they were at Hogwarts, the young wizards of the other three houses had average or no impression of Hufflepuff.

But after graduating and working in society for a few years, they will be proud to have made many "Hufflepuff" friends.

Even.

In some jobs, when you do an interview, you will review the wizards who are interviewing, how many Hufflepuff friends there are, and if you don't have any of them, then this person is definitely not very reliable.

"I thought you wouldn't know about this." Arthur laughed, "Hufflepuff after all."

"Cedric is a very good wizard." Harry thought of someone and opened his mouth to mention it.

Arthur nodded, "Little Mr. Diggory is indeed very good, but Mr. Diggory."

He struggled, a little unsure of what adjectives to use.

"It's too Kakarov." Ron added for his father.

Arthur was stunned at the thought of Karkaroff's performance during the Triwizard Tournament, even more than Ludo, unabashedly and openly favoring Krum, eager to step on everyone who compared to Krum - whether that person was better than Krum or not.

If you think about it, it is similar to Mr. Diggory.

"It's a bit too Kakaroff, indeed." Arthur nodded, "He always shows off his children to us, especially after Harry became the Inheritor of Gryffindor, and he also said that his children will definitely become the Hufflepuff Heirs." ”

"Cedric does have the qualifications and the ability." Harry nodded.

Arthur pursed his lips and lowered his tone: "It's not that he hasn't become an heir yet. ”

They chatted and slowly ate their breakfast.

The "Emmeline Vance" in Arthur's mouth also arrived.

She is a tall, thin lady, not young, about fifty, but her body is well maintained, her skin is not even wrinkled, scarred, with a refreshing ponytail, dressed like a student who has just left school, but she is full of experienced maturity.

"Harry?" Emmeline called him affectionately, "We've finally met." ”

Harry greeted her, "Hello. ”

"You're really like James." Emmeline sighed, "But you're so much more mature than him." ”

"Thank you." Harry nodded.

"Do you want to go now?" Emmeline has a decisive personality.

Harry had no opinion.

Sirius grabbed Harry's arm, and they chose the safest and most convenient way to do it—Apparition.

After the world swirled, it appeared in Godric's Valley, more than a hundred meters away from Potter's old house.

With the remaining distance, they walked slowly.

Reaching the door, Harry suddenly reached out and motioned for a stop.

"What's wrong?" Sirius asked nervously.

Emmeline and Lupin drew their wands.

Harry rubbed his head and looked nearby, all traces of the witcher's vision visible.

Messy footsteps at the door.

"Someone came in, the footprints are unfamiliar, four or five days ago."

"The footprints are small, baby? Not a goblin. ”

Goblin?

This made several people stunned.

Harry continued.

"It's just a fairy footprint, and no accomplices."

"The breath dissipated." He sniffed, then shook his head, "I won't be able to tell if I know each other for a while." ”

He looked into the courtyard: "The magic hasn't been cracked, it hasn't made it in." ”

"But tried, caused some damage."

(End of chapter)