Hogwarts Card Drawer

Not long after Mr. Malfoy left, the owl flew to Cronos with a letter bearing the Hogwarts school badge.

After seeing this scene, Koronos remembered it, and it was only more than a week before Hogwarts started. I should also need to buy the new magic books I need this school year.

Cronos put the last piece of bread into his mouth and threw the garbage bag over the top of the owl's head into a wastebasket on the corner. The wastebasket swallowed the garbage bag and beat it loudly. Full of burps.

He then opened the letter. This letter contains two pieces of parchment: one is a general reminder that the new semester will start on September 1, and the other is to inform him which books he will need in the next school year.

"There are only two new books," Chronos said as he read the list, "Miranda Gosak's "Standard Spell Level 5" and Wilbert Slinka's "Magic Defense Theory." "

"The textbook of "Theory of Magical Defense" is probably not the book ordered by the old pink witch." Cronos couldn't help nausea when he thought of his face. Now his relationship with the Ministry of Magic is not very good. This old witch is afraid that she will also target herself.

Cronos recalled his past four years of defense against the Dark Arts teacher, and found that their fate was not very good.

"One was fired, one died, one lost his memory, and one was almost kept in a box for nine months," Cronos counted with his fingers. Really speaking, Moody has to thank himself!

At this time, the owl on the side suddenly pecked Chronos' thumb.

"Ouch!" Cronos screamed, and then quickly put his broken thumb in his mouth and sucked.

Cronos looked at the culprit, who was now pecking the envelope on the table. Chronos discovered that there was another thing in the envelope.

He irritably turned the envelope upside down and shook it, and a green and silver thing fell on the blanket under the dining room table.

"What is it?" Cronos bent over and picked up the badge-like thing and began to mass.

In fact, he is a badge, and the Slytherin silver snake is inlaid with a large letter "P".

"Premier?" Cronos had seen this thing in front of the Slytherin prefect's chest in the first grade.

He didn't expect that it would be his turn to be this prefect so soon, he didn't even prepare himself.

In the same period, the Harry trio in the Order of the Phoenix had also received the Hogwarts booklet envelope, which also included the golden "P" prefect badge.

It was only Ron and Hermione who received it, and Harry unexpectedly lost the election.

Ron rushed out of the room without knowing whether it was excitement or shyness, leaving Harry and Hermione alone in the room.

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

"Harry?" Hermione asked tentatively. mark("zhong");

"Good job, Hermione," Harry's voice was so enthusiastic, it didn't look like his usual, and he still didn't look at Hermione. "Really great. Prefect. Great. "

"Thank you," Hermione said. "Well—Harry—can I borrow Hedwig so that I can tell my parents the good news? They will be really happy. I think they can understand what a prefect is."

"Yes, no problem," Harry still said in a terrible tone that didn't belong to him. "Take it away!"

He approached the suitcase and put the robes on the bottom of the suitcase, and when Hermione walked to the closet and told Hedwig to come down, he pretended to be checking things.

After a while, Harry heard the door closed, but still bent over to listen; the only sound he could hear was the blank painting on the wall, laughing again, and the wastebasket in the corner was coughing now. Owl droppings.

He straightened up and looked back. Hermione was gone and Hedwig was gone. Harry hurriedly walked through the room, closed the door, then slowly returned to the bed and fell down, staring blankly at the bottom of the closet.

This is not yours, a little real voice said in his mind.

Harry buried his face in his hands. He couldn't deceive himself. If he knew that Ron's prefect badge was still on the way, he must hope that it was for him, not for Ron. Would this make him as arrogant as Malfoy? Does he think he is superior to others? Does he really believe he is better than Ron?

No, the little voice said confrontationally.

is this real? Harry was suspicious of this, and he probed his feelings uncomfortably.

I only beat him in Quidditch. I can't do better than him in any other things.

That was clearly correct, Harry thought: his homework is no better than Ron. But what about after class? What about the adventures of him, Ron, and Hermione since they entered Hogwarts? Those risky actions are far worse than expulsion. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Well, Ron and Hermione were with me most of the time, the voice said in Harry's head.

But not all the time, Harry argued with himself. They did not fight with me on the Quidditch arena.

They did not uncover the monsters in the secret room and their puzzles. They didn't get rid of the dementors on the night Sirius escaped. On the night Voldemort was resurrected, they were not at the grave with me...

Now the feeling of impropriety on the night of his first arrival prevailed again. Harry thought angrily, I undoubtedly did more. I do more than any of them!

But maybe, that little voice just said, maybe Dumbledore didn't choose you to be the prefect because all you did was relying on Chronos's ability. They all recognized the ability of Chronos.

Harry opened his eyes and looked at the position of the closet's feet from the gap between his fingers. He was remembering something. Fred has already said: "No sane person would let Ron be the prefect...Even if I am not as good as Cronos, I am better than Ron."

Harry let out a low voice of contempt. But he immediately disgusted himself. If Voldemort's soul fragments were still in Harry's body, he would be very happy that Harry could have such a terrible emotion-jealousy.

But everyone seemed to ignore the seeds of jealousy planted in Harry's heart. Even if the Weasley twins said that, they were still happy for their youngest brother.