Harry Potter and the Old Ones

After hearing that Ron received the Prefect's Medal, Mrs. Weasley was so happy that she almost fainted. If Ron hadn't struggled so hard, Weasley would have hugged Ron and kissed him until dinner.

But even so, today's dinner turned out to be extremely rich, and Mrs. Weasley used her wand to conjure a beautiful banner over the dining room—

"Warmly congratulations to Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger as prefects of Gryffindor!"

It seemed that for an instant, the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix was filled with laughter and laughter, and Harry just watched—

He was also very happy at first, and went up to pat Ron on the shoulder to congratulate him, but gradually, as more and more people congratulated Ron, Harry was gradually squeezed to the periphery and to the kitchen door.

Harry gradually felt as if he had become a spectator, isolated from the crowd.

Harry felt extremely lonely, he turned his head subconsciously, wanting to chat with Tiera for a while, but—

But Tiera was gone.

Harry thought sadly, standing alone outside the crowd, without the slightest idea of ​​blending in again. Harry stood in the kitchen for a while, feeling a little bored, so he went upstairs and went back to his room without disturbing anyone. people.

In the process of going up the stairs, she met Hermione. Hermione seemed to be hurriedly going downstairs. She had already put on the prefect's medal on her chest.

"Wait, Harry—" Hermione hurriedly stopped him after seeing Harry.

"I haven't blessed you yet, it's great, Hermione." Harry said with a smile, exaggeratedly enthusiastic, it didn't sound like his voice at all, and his eyes still didn't meet Hermione's. Instead, he deliberately looked at the slightly decayed wooden wall behind Hermione, "It's amazing, prefect, it's amazing!"

"Thank you, thank you, Harry," said Hermione. "Um...Harry...Can I borrow Hedwig? I want to tell my parents. They'll be very happy...I mean They can understand being a prefect."

"Okay, no problem," Harry said, still in that overzealous, unselfish tone. "Take it."

With that, Harry went into his room, picked up the pile of clean clothes that Mrs. Weasley had just put on it, walked towards his suitcase at the other end of the room, opened the suitcase, turned his back to the door, one after another. Putting the clothes in the bottom of the box as if it were the most important, serious thing in the world, Harry's face turned away from Hermione with a nonchalant expression.

Then Hermione went to the closet and called Hedwig down.

After a while, Harry heard the door slamming, but he was still stooping to organize his clothes and listening. There was no other sound, except the blank painting on the wall giggling again, and the waste paper in the corner. Basket was coughing, trying to spit out the owl's feces.

He straightened up and looked behind him. Hermione was gone and Hedwig was gone.

Harry walked slowly back to the bed and fell on his head, staring absently at the feet of the wardrobe.

Because of Tiera's death and the Ministry of Magic hearing, Harry had completely forgotten about the selection of prefects in fifth grade.

He spent the whole summer thinking about Tiera, and at the end of the summer, he was worried that he would be fired, and he didn't even think about the badge that was flapping its wings and flying towards someone. But what if he hadn't forgotten? If he ever thought about it? What would he hope for?

That's not it--

Harry felt an honest voice whisper in his head.

Harry's face puckered up, resisting the urge to bury his head in his hands.

He couldn't lie to himself.

If he knew he was going to choose a prefect, he would definitely want him to be chosen, not Ron.

Is he starting to become as arrogant as Draco Malfoy? Does he think he is better than anyone else? Did he really believe he was better than Ron?

"Do not--"

The little voice in Harry's mind said decisively.

Really? Harry thought suspiciously, as if a flame had suddenly ignited in his heart, eager to find out what he was feeling.

"I'm better at Quidditch than him, and I'm the youngest Seeker at Hogwarts," the voice said in Harry's mind.

That's absolutely true, Harry thought.

"My studies are also better than him," the voice said. "Except for Potions class, my other grades are higher than his."

Yes, Harry thought, even if I had the same grades as his in Potions.

but……

What about the adventures he, Tierra, Ron, and Hermione have shared since entering Hogwarts?

And I often risk more terrifying dangers than expulsion!

"Yeah, Ron is with Hermione most of the time," said the voice in Harry's head. "Tiera and I are left to face the dangers alone!"

yes!

They didn't fight Quirrell with me, Harry thought, they didn't get rid of those dementors the night Sirius ran away, and they weren't...nor with me the night Tiera was killed... …

"Yeah, they didn't," said the voice in Harry's head, "but you think if Ron or Hermione were with you at the time...they would have rushed out to cover you like Tierra did. A death curse?"

Do not! Won't!

Harry roared inwardly.

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

I definitely could do more, Harry thought indignantly.

I do more than both of them!

"But," said the little voice in an impartial voice, "maybe Dumbledore didn't choose prefects because of how many dangerous situations they've been through. Maybe he chose prefects because of other factors. Ron must have some something you don't have.

At this time, Harry didn't know why, and suddenly remembered what Fred teased Ron: "Who would choose Ron to be a prefect with a clear mind?"

"Perhaps Dumbledore is too old to be confused," said the voice.

Yes...maybe Dumbledore was too old to be confused.

—Harry thought so.

"This honor should be mine," said the voice in Harry's head excitedly.

right! This honor should be mine! Harry echoed the thought.

"They didn't do anything!" said the voice.

Yes, they did nothing. Harry got angrier the more he thought about it.

There seems to be a nameless fire burning in my heart~www.NovelMTL.com~ This honor should be me—" Harry said angrily in the empty room.

But only halfway through, Harry was suddenly stunned, and a piece of dusty memory jumped out of the communication in his mind without warning—

It was first grade, and both Harry and Tiera had just started school.

Because of Tiera's prep notes, Harry made a splash in Snape's Potions class, the first and only time Snape gave a Gryffindor student in Potions class. Add points.

At that time, Harry was regarded as the savior of Gryffindor by the stars.

However, only he himself knew that all this was due to Tiera.

After struggling for a few days, Harry apologized to Tiera with an uneasy mood, but—

But Tiera just smiled lightly.

"Study hard, Harry." The young Tiera gently rubbed her eyebrows.

"Compared with real knowledge, everything we have now is just a passing cloud." The scene in the first grade is almost vivid in my mind.

"Tiera..." Tears flowed from the corners of Harry's eyes, and he cried silently.

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