Chapter 901: Changes Brought About by Becoming a Prefect (Patreon)
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Ron originally wanted a broom, but Evan had said that everyone would have one.
He’d seen Hermione and Ginny’s design drawings. The new broom they made was much larger and bulkier than the mainstream brooms on the market. It seemed not very practical, but Evan had assured them that after incorporating the new design concepts, it wouldn't be much slower than a Firebolt.
Since that was the case, he could ask his Mum to buy another gift for him, certainly not too expensive, but he could try his best to get it.
A nice new set of dress robes was a good choice. Ron didn’t want to be as embarrassed as he was at last year’s Yule Ball, wearing a maroon velvet dress, with a moldy-looking lace frill at the collar and matching lace cuffs. Now that he had become a prefect, he would definitely attend many formal occasions in the future; so he should prepare in advance.
Alternatively, the cloth bag that could hold a lot of stuff like the one Evan was carrying with him would also be nice, Ron had long wanted one.
Although it could be made by using the Undetectable Extension Charm, the effect was definitely much worse than that of the one sold specifically for that purpose.
Besides, he also wanted to join the Gryffindor Quidditch team, so a set of necessary protective equipment and broom maintenance tools was indispensable.
After Wood graduated, the House Quidditch team would definitely recruit a new Keeper.
Ron was not sure if he could join successfully, but since he was the prefect, there should be no problem, and he could fly well...
In short, Ron felt like he needed so much!
He didn’t need to use the second-hand goods already used by his brothers, but a brand new thing that belonged to him. It was exciting to think about it.
The others were not interested in paying attention to what gift Ron wanted. Their minds were still on the great news that Mrs. Weasley had just talked about. They were like being tickled by a kitten, so curious!
What was it that made Mrs. Weasley so excited?
What did Dumbledore deliberately seek from the school board, and needed Professor McGonagall to come and announce it?
Moreover, this kind of thing seemed to be related to a famous wizard more than three hundred years ago.
"I want to know more about what Mum said than about Ron becoming a prefect," said Fred.
"Give up, she definitely won't tell us," George followed. "The Triwizard Tournament last summer, they just kept it secret from us for the entire summer vacation and we didn't know until after school started..."
"Evan, do you have any information?" Harry asked hopefully.
Evan always knew a lot of things they didn't know, and Dumbledore didn't hide much from him.
"No, I don't know either this time," said Evan, trying to think about it, too.
"If we were in the library, we could find out what happened at Hogwarts more than three hundred years ago, as well as the wizard that Mrs. Weasley talked about and what he did. There must be records in the books," said Hermione.
No matter what it was, it probably wouldn’t affect her joy of becoming a prefect.
Hermione’s heart was beating fast, and now she suddenly wanted to sneak out with Evan and share the joy alone...
"Got it, I’ll see you all later… Little Ronnie, a prefect! And don’t forget to pack your trunks… A prefect… Oh, I'm all of a dither!" Mrs. Weasley gave Ron yet another kiss on the cheek, sniffed loudly, and bustled from the room.
Fred and George exchanged looks, and the same smirk appeared on their faces at the same time.
“You don’t mind if we don’t kiss you, do you, Ronnie?" said Fred in a falsely anxious voice.
“We could curtsy, if you like,” said George.
“Oh, shut up,” said Ron, scowling at them.
“Or what?” said Fred, an evil grin spreading across his face. “Going to put us in detention?"
“I’d love to see him try,” sniggered George.
“He could if you don’t watch out!” said Hermione angrily, at which Fred and George burst out laughing and Ron muttered, “Drop it, Hermione.”
“We’re going to have to watch our step, George,” said Fred, pretending to tremble, “with these two on our case..."
“Yeah, it looks like our law-breaking days are finally over,” said George, shaking his head.
"See you at dinner, let's go and find out about the news Mum said.” Fred waved his hand, "Goodbye, prefects!"
“If we get any news, we’ll let you know," said George, curtseying to Ron, "Goodbye!"
And with another loud crack, the twins Disapparated.
“Those two!” said Hermione furiously, staring up at the ceiling, through which they could now hear Fred and George roaring with laughter in the room upstairs. “Don’t pay any attention to them, Ron, they’re only jealous!"
“I don’t think they are,” said Ron doubtfully, also looking up at the ceiling. “They’ve always said only prats become prefects."
“Hum, only people who can't become prefects say that. We should study what we have to do to be good prefects. The notes Percy left me seem to be useful,” said Hermione. "By the way, I have to write a letter, Harry … could I borrow Hedwig?" I want to tell Mum and Dad, they’ll be really pleased … I mean, a prefect is something they can understand."
“Sure, no problem," said Harry, so heartily it did not sound like his voice at all. "Take her!"
He seemed to accept the fact that Ron and Hermione had become prefects, only he was not.
"I’ll get her for you!" said Evan hurriedly, noticing that Hermione was looking at him. He summoned Hedwig and followed Hermione out.
The door closed gently, leaving only Harry and Ron in the room, and the atmosphere suddenly became a bit awkward and tense.
For some reason, Harry found that he did not want to look at Ron, but it didn't seem very good not to speak at this time.
In fact, he wanted to be quiet, but he couldn't express this emotion...
"Well done, Ron!" Harry said, still in the horrible hearty voice that did not belong to him. “Brilliant. Prefect. Great!"
He tried not to look at Ron, turned to his bed and picked up the pile of clean robes Mrs. Weasley had laid upon it.
Harry crossed the room to his trunk, laid the robes on the bottom of it, and pretended to be rummaging for something.
"Yeah, I never thought it would be me. I thought it would be..." Ron stopped, wondering how to comfort Harry.
After all, everyone thought he would become the prefect, even Ron himself thought so.
But it didn’t matter; he was still immersed in the great joy of becoming a prefect.
Then, he remembered what he wanted his Mum to buy him. He’d forgotten to ask for something.
Ron cared no longer about Harry; he stopped talking and hurried to the living room downstairs.