Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

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"Brilliant, Ron!" said Harry, still in that overly enthusiastic tone that didn't seem like his own. "Prefect, that's fantastic, really brilliant!"

Trying not to look at Ron, he turned and walked over to the bed, picking up the pile of clean clothes Mrs Weasley had put on it.

Harry walked across the room to his suitcase, put the pile of clothes under it, and pretended to rummage through it.

"Yeah, I didn't expect to become a prefect either, I thought it was..." Ron stopped, not knowing how to comfort Harry.

After all, everyone thought he was going to be a prefect, even Ron himself thought so.

But it didn't matter, he was still basking in the great joy of being a prefect.

Immediately, he remembered to ask his mother to buy something for him, and he forgot to order something just now.

Ron didn't care about Harry either, so he hurried down to the living room downstairs after saying a word.

Chapter 902 The Campus Bully

When the door was closed again and after making sure that there were no other sounds around, Harry slowly raised his head.

He walked slowly back to the bed, fell on the bed, and looked absently at the foot of the wardrobe.

To tell the truth, he had completely forgotten about the selection of prefects in the fifth grade. He had been so worried about being expelled that he hadn't even thought about thinking that the badge was flapping its wings towards someone, but if he Without forgetting, if he had ever thought about it, what would he have hoped for?

"It's not this, it's decided it's not this!" said a firm little voice in his head.

Harry's face was crumpled and buried in his hands.

He couldn't lie to himself, if he knew there was going to be a prefect, he'd hope it was him and not Ron.

Immediately afterwards, he shook his head again. Is his thinking as arrogant as Draco Malfoy?

Did he think he was better than everyone else, did he really believe he was better than Ron?

"No!" said the small voice firmly.

But, really?

Harry thought suspiciously, eager to get to the bottom of what he was feeling.

"I'm better at Quidditch than he is!" said the voice, "but no better than him otherwise."

That's true, thought Harry, who was no better at his studies than Ron.

But what about things other than homework?

What about the adventures they have had together since entering Hogwarts?

In the first grade, he faced Quirrell and Voldemort alone who wanted to steal the Sorcerer's Stone, and finally defeated them.

In the second grade, he and Ivan went deep into Slytherin's secret room to rescue Ron, and defeated the basilisk with his own strength.

On the night of the third grade, he participated in saving Sirius, defeated so many dementors, and saved everyone's life in an emergency.

In the fourth grade, just last year, although he was not a Hogwarts warrior, he still faced the resurrected Voldemort with Ivan, and bravely fought him in a duel, and once again faced him and so many Death Eaters. escape...

Although Harry's experience during the holiday was not as exciting as Ivan's, it was all because Dumbledore refused to let him go.

After all, he had faced so many dire dangers at school, far more than Ron.

"If only Alvin was in the same grade as me, I wouldn't have to worry about it!" said the voice in Harry's head.

He has to admit that he is definitely not as good as Ivan, but compared with Ron and other people in the same grade...

Thinking of this, the strong feeling that he felt unfairly treated the night he first came rolled over in his heart again.

He definitely did more, even if not as good as Ivan, but far more than Ron and Hermione.

But, the little voice said fairly, "Maybe Dumbledore doesn't pick prefects for how much danger they've been through, maybe he picks prefects for other factors, Ron must have something you don't. "

"What is it?" Harry opened his eyes, but couldn't figure it out.

He looked at the claw-shaped feet of the wardrobe through his fingers, and remembered what Fred had said: Who would choose Ron as a prefect if they had a clear mind?

Harry let out a mocking chuckle, but then felt sick again for himself.

It wasn't Ron's fault that he didn't ask Dumbledore to give him the prefect's badge.

Yeah, it wasn't Ron's fault!

Also, Ron was his best friend in the world.

Was it just because he didn't get his badge that he was going to be moping and laughing and slandering Ron behind his back with the twins?

Just because Ron beat himself at something for the first time?

Harry suddenly felt that his thoughts just now were too dirty, he was actually jealous of Ron, it was terrible!

Just then, Harry heard Ron's footsteps on the stairs again.

He stood up, straightened his glasses, and put a hasty smile on his face, and Ron rushed in, jumping up and down.

"I'm done talking to Mum, she's about to leave," said Ron happily.

"Listen to me, Ron!" said Harry solemnly, relieved to hear his enthusiastic voice no longer so false, "That's fantastic, man, congratulations on being a prefect, it's Best news I've heard this summer!"

"Oh!" Ron was taken aback, the smile on his face disappeared.

"I never thought it would be me!" he said, shaking his head. "I thought it would be you!"

"No, I've gotten into too much trouble." Harry repeated Fred's words.

"Yeah!" said Ron, "Yeah, I guess . . . well, what do you think Mum said about that?"

While they were discussing this topic, Alvin and Hermione were also talking about the same thing.

After the two of them left the room, they hid secretly in an empty room on the second floor.

Hedwig fell on the shelf beside her, staring at the two people hugging tightly with her amber eyes.

This room is obviously very big, isn't it crowded that they curled up in that small space? !What is this doing? !

"I really didn't expect that I would become a prefect." Hermione said, her face was still flushed, she looked up at Ivan behind her, and shared her joy with him, "I mean, I haven't done it yet." Get ready, this is so sudden!"

"Have confidence in yourself, Hermione, you are Gryffindor, no, you are the best wizard in Hogwarts." Ivan said happily, "Think about it, who can be like you every day?" You can maintain the first place in your age every time, and you are also very good in other aspects, this prefect is well-deserved for you."

"I'm not as good as you say..."

"You are far better than what I said, and you are better than other prefects." Ivan continued, gently rubbing Hermione's raised head, and pressed her down again, "If I were the principal , I will definitely recommend you to be the president of the Girls Student Council."

"But I don't know what to do? What should a prefect do?" Hermione said, seemingly without confidence, "I remember Percy seemed to have read a book like "How Prefects Gain Power". Maybe I should look for it .”

"You don't need this kind of thing, Hermione, believe me, you will get started soon." Ai Wen said, emphasizing his tone, "If someone dares not listen to you, you will deduct points or put him in confinement. If you don't Listen, you just tell me to solve it, and I promise they will be obedient."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Hermione whispered, Ai Wen was not talking about the prefect, but the school bully, "Hmph, if I lock people into confinement, I will lock you in first. Also, don't you Chaos..."

In short, because of the matter of the prefect, the originally peaceful life was suddenly disrupted.

But time seemed to slow down all of a sudden, and the whole afternoon was extraordinarily long and tormented. While digesting the news that Ron and Hermione became prefects, everyone was looking forward to the big news that Mrs. Weasley said good news.

Chapter 903 It turns out like this

Repressed emotions are spreading, and curious desires are gradually accumulating.

A long time passed slowly, and everyone gradually accepted the fact that Ron became a prefect.

After the initial shock, Ron also began to get used to the change of status brought about by the prefect.

He began to show off his prefect badge, just as Percy had once done, swinging it back and forth.

First put it on the table, then stuff it into the jeans pocket, then take out the folded school uniform robe and put it on, put the badge on it, as if to see how the red is set against the black.

He tried his best to attract attention, and waited until George and Fred couldn't take it anymore and offered to permanently glue the badge to his forehead. Then Ron wrapped it carefully in a maroon sock. , locked in the school box.

Mrs Weasley returned from Diagon Alley at about six o'clock.

She was carrying a pile of books, and food, and presents for Ron.

"Okay, don't rush to open it yet, everyone is coming to dinner, I hope you all come downstairs to help." She said.

After some busy work, in the basement below, Mrs. Weasley hung a bright red banner high above the incomparably sumptuous dinner table, which read: Warm congratulations to Ron and Hermione on their election as prefects.

She is in a very good mood, I have never seen her so happy all the holidays.

"We should have a little party instead of sitting down and eating!" she said, looking at the banner with satisfaction. "It looks good, doesn't it? come out."

"So, what was that news?" Fred asked, but Mrs. Weasley ignored him.

It's not easy to get words from her, she doesn't give them a chance at all.

"Your father and Bill are on their way, Ron. I sent owls to deliver letters to them both, and they were all so excited." Seeing Ron who had just walked into the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley said with a beaming face, "Minerva is coming with them, and they can get details from her."

Fred rolled his eyes and made a motion that nearly fainted.

"Did you hear what Mom said just now?" George said in a low voice while Mrs. Weasley went back to look after the fire, "She said there was another banner. Where do you think it will be hidden?"

"It must be in her room!" Fred said, looking around, "I can't go on like this, I'm about to be depressed and crazy, we have to find out what the news is."

"You're going to stay here to get Mommy's attention while we sneak into her room," George said.

"You can't..." Before Hermione could finish her sentence, the twins Apparated and disappeared.

Ivan didn't know if they could find the banner, everyone was curious about it.

Just then, Lupine, Tonks, and Kingsley Shacklebolt arrived one after another, and everyone hurried over to greet them.

A few minutes later, Mad-Eye Moody also trudged in. He hadn't been here for a long time!

"Oh, Alastor, I'm so glad you're here." Mrs. Weasley said happily as Mad-Eye took off his traveling cloak, "We've been meaning to ask you for a long time, can you see What's inside the writing desk in the living room? We haven't dared to open it, for fear that it might be a particularly annoying guy."

While the old house was being cleaned, the desk kept shaking.

Lupine thought it was a Boggart, but just to be on the safe side, Mrs. Weasley thought it better to ask Moody to take a look first.

"No problem, Molly," said Moody gruffly, rolling his electric blue eyes upwards to the kitchen ceiling. "Parlor, corner desk. Ah, I see , yes, it's a boggart, do I need to go up and get it out, Molly?"

"No, no need, I'll come by myself later, you have some drinks, actually, we're having a little celebration." Mrs. Weasley said with a smile on her face, pointing to the bright red banner, " The fourth prefect in the family!"

"Prefect?" Moody growled, the ordinary eye looked at Ron, the magic eye turned around and stared sideways from the inside of his head, "Okay, congratulations, authority always It would cause trouble, but I think Dumbledore must have thought you were resistant to most powerful jinxes, or he wouldn't have chosen you."

Ron seemed taken aback when he heard such a statement, and the smug expression on his face disappeared instantly.

Just at this time, his father and elder brother came back, so he didn't have to bother to answer.

Returning with Mr. Weasley and Bill was Professor McGonagall.

She was wearing an odd Muggle outfit, and her expression was as serious as usual, if not more so.

"Minerva, is that news confirmed?" Mrs. Weasley asked hastily.

"Confirmed, Dumbledore just left the board of directors, he asked me to announce this, to be honest, I didn't expect..."

Everyone looked up at Professor McGonagall, wondering what her big announcement was about to be.

Ivan had an illusion that Professor McGonagall, Mr. Weasley, and Bill had been staring at him since they came in.

There were beaming smiles on their faces, and the big news that was about to be announced seemed to be related to him.

With a bang, Fred and George suddenly appeared out of the air, flustered, with expressions of extreme shock on their faces.

They seemed to have seen something incredible, and they were so excited that they held a bright red banner in their hands.

"My God, Alvin, I can't believe it..." Fred said.

"Look at what we found, it's incredible, how could they do this?!" George shook the banner in his hand vigorously.

Everyone in the kitchen looked at them in surprise, not yet understanding what was going on.

The next second, Fred and George said at the same time, "Ivan, you have been elected as the President of the Boys' Student Union!"

What, Boy Student Council President? !

Ivan froze for a moment before realizing what they were talking about, and hurriedly turned to look at Professor McGonagall.

How is this possible, it is simply unbelievable!

"Yeah, Dumbledore asked the school board specifically, Ivan!" Professor McGonagall also smiled, very happy for him, "After a few days of discussion, they finally agreed, and you become the new boy The President of the Student Council, the youngest elected in the past millennium..."

After a short period of silence, the kitchen suddenly became lively, and everyone came to congratulate Ivan.

It's a miracle, I've never heard of a fourth grader being the president of the student body.

The ceiling of the entire kitchen was about to be overturned by the sound of celebration. Compared with this news, Ron and Hermione became prefects, but it was nothing. shocking...