Hogwarts Card Drawer

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

After seeing this scene, Chronos remembered that there was only a week left before the start of Hogwarts. I should also need to buy new magic books needed for this school year.

Kronos stuffed the last piece of bread into his mouth and threw the garbage bag over the owl's head into a wastebasket around the corner, which swallowed the bag and slapped loudly. Burp.

He then opened the letter. The letter contained two parchments: one was a general reminder that the new semester would begin on September 1, and the other was to inform him of the books he would need for the coming school year.

"There are only two new books," Chronos said, reading the list, "Standard Spells Level 5 by Miranda Goshack, and The Theory of Defense Against Magic by Wilbert Slinka. "

"I'm afraid this textbook of "Defense of Magic" is the book ordered by that pink old witch." Kronos couldn't help but feel nauseous when he thought of his face. Now his relationship with the Ministry of Magic is not very good. I'm afraid this old hag will also target herself.

Kronos thought back to his Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers in the past four years, and found that their fate was not very good.

"One was fired, one died, one lost his memory, and one was almost locked in a box for nine months," Kronos counted with his fingers. In truth, Moody had to thank himself!

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

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

Kronos looked at the culprit, who was pecking at the envelope on the table at the moment. Only then did Kronos realize that there was something inside the envelope.

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

"What?" Kronos bent down and picked up the badge-like thing and began to pile it up.

In fact, he is a badge, Slytherin's silver snake with a big letter "P" embedded in it.

"Prefect?" Chronos had seen this thing on a Slytherin prefect's chest in his first year.

He didn't expect that it would be his turn to be the prefect so soon, and he wasn't even prepared.

At the same time, the Harry trio in the Order of the Phoenix had also received the Hogwarts book list envelope, which also included the shiny golden "P" badge.

It's just that Ron and Hermione received it, and Harry, to everyone's surprise, lost out.

Ron didn't know whether it was because of excitement or shyness, he rushed out of the room, leaving Harry and Hermione alone in the room.

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

"Harry?" Hermione asked tentatively.

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"Nice job, Hermione," said Harry, sounding so enthusiastic that it looked nothing like his usual self, and he still wasn't looking at Hermione, "really well done. Prefect. Excellent. "

"Thanks," said Hermione.

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

"Yes, no problem," said Harry, still in that horrible voice that wasn't his own, "take it!"

He moved closer to the suitcase, put the robes at the bottom of the suitcase, and pretended to check things when Hermione went to the wardrobe to call Hedwig down.

After a while, Harry heard the door close, but was still stooping to listen; the only sound he could hear was the blank picture on the wall giggling again, while the wastebasket in the corner was now coughing. Owl droppings.

He straightened up and looked back, Hermione had already left, and Hedwig had also left. Harry hurried across the room, shut the door behind him, then slowly got back on the bed and collapsed, staring blankly at the bottom of the wardrobe.

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

Harry buried his face in his hands. He couldn't kid himself that if he knew Ron's prefect badge was still on the way, he'd wish it was for him and not Ron. Does that make him as arrogant as Malfoy? Does he consider himself superior to others? Did he really believe he was better than Ron?

No, said the little voice defiantly.

is this real? Harry doubted that, searching his feelings uneasily.

I'm only better than him at Quidditch. I can't do better than him at anything else.

That was definitely true, Harry thought: he was no better at his studies than Ron. But what about outside the classroom? What about all the adventures he, Ron and Hermione had had since entering Hogwarts? Those risky moves are far worse than being fired.

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

But not all the time, Harry argued to himself. They didn't play Quidditch with me.

They did not unravel the monster and its puzzles in the Chamber of Secrets. They didn't get rid of the dementors the night Sirius escaped. They weren't with me at the grave the night Voldemort was resurrected...

Now the sense of inadequacy from the night of his first arrival took over again. Harry thought angrily, I've undoubtedly done more. I do more than any of them!

But maybe, said the little voice justly, maybe Dumbledore didn't pick you to be a prefect because you did all of this because of Kronos' abilities. They all recognized Chronos' ability.

Harry opened his eyes and looked at the foot of the wardrobe through his fingers, remembering something. Fred had already said: "No one in their right mind would make Ron a prefect...Even though I'm not as good as Chronos, I'm still better than Ron."

Harry let out a small, contemptuous noise. But he was immediately disgusted with himself. If the shard of Voldemort's soul was still inside Harry, he would be delighted to have this terrible emotion in Harry's heart - jealousy.

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