Chapter 717 The Prefect's Arrangement

Hermione covered her mouth, Neville never said that. No one could have imagined that behind Neville's pure and kindness, such sadness was hidden.

Neville had always been unpopular at school, except that they and Harry were a little nicer to Neville, and everyone else didn't like Neville, the bumbling classmate.

Not only did the classmates dislike Neville, but the teachers also disliked Neville.

Neville's stupidity challenges the teacher's authority and the teacher's teaching ability.

Even the head of Gryffindor, Professor McGonagall, disliked Neville. As for Snape, he wanted to drive Neville crazy with his own hands.

Hermione couldn't help feeling sorry for Neville at the thought of having to endure so many attacks while her parents were mad.

"But it's fine now." Neville cheered up, he said happily, "Everything is fine, we met a good therapist, he cured my parents, and our family is reunited again. ."

"congratulations."

Everyone sincerely congratulated Neville.

"thanks, thanks."

Neville thanked everyone again and again. He said a little embarrassedly, "I shouldn't have kept it from you. You are the only one in the school who treats me the best. I shouldn't have kept it from you."

George waved his hand, "It's nothing, everyone will have some things, and they don't want to tell others, this is normal and understandable. When you want to say it, you will naturally say it, just like now."

In his opinion, when it comes to mind and privacy, I say it when I want to, and don't say it when I don't want to. The more you force and the more you demand, the more you will put pressure on people.

"Yeah." Neville nodded again and again, "I know that everyone treats me well and cares about me very much. But I don't want everyone to sympathize with me, although I know everyone is well-intentioned."

Harry has slowly recovered, and he comforted Neville, "It's alright now, everything is alright, your parents have recovered, and you can speak out all the things that you hold in your heart."

Neville nodded, "When my parents were getting better, I felt like I was able to say these things bravely. Before school started, I made a decision to say all these things. I I am proud of my parents, who were wounded to fight Voldemort and protect the wizarding world."

He said in a determined tone, "I want to be like my parents. Even if I die, I will not succumb to Voldemort."

"You'd be proud of your parents, too," George said in a sure tone.

Neville rubbed the back of his head with a smile, "When I told my parents these words, they said the same thing."

Neville spoke out the thoughts that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time, as if he was relieved, the whole person relaxed.

These things had been accumulated in his heart for too long.

It was only now that for the first time he was able to say those terrible things in front of his friends.

As Neville relaxed, the atmosphere in the private room gradually eased, and everyone began to chat.

After a while, the door of the private room was opened, and a trolley selling food was pushed in.

Neville bought some pumpkin pie first, and he asked everyone, "I want to treat you to something, what would you like to eat."

George didn't reject Neville's kindness, he raised his hand, "Coffee will do."

George took the lead, and everyone else asked for a snack.

"I want some chocolate frogs."

"I want milk, thank you."

"I want bread, thank you."

From the morning till now, everyone has started to be a little hungry.

They took out the food prepared in advance from their prepared pockets and began to eat slowly.

For a while, the private room began to permeate the tempting aroma of food.

The train traveled all the way north, and the weather was unpredictable.

Slowly, the sky began to rain lightly, and the raindrops knocked on the windows one after another.

"That's right, George."

Hermione suddenly thought of something,

She turned to look at George and asked curiously, "We are both in fifth grade this year. It's time to arrange a new prefect. Have you forgotten this year?"

She suddenly remembered that every fifth year at Hogwarts, two heads, one male and one female, would be elected in each house.

The position of prefect, which may continue in the sixth and seventh grades.

In other words, there will be six prefects in each college at the same time, and there will be a total of twenty-four prefects in the whole school. The school's only male and female student council president will be selected from the prefects.

Hearing Hermione's question, Harry and Ron immediately became interested. They had forgotten this before, and now they had Hermione's reminder and they reacted immediately.

They looked at George with great interest, wanting to know his arrangements.

To say that among the fifth-year students, Gryffindor could serve as a prefect, that is, from the three of them.

"It's not that I forgot, but that I didn't appoint a prefect."

George explained, "Starting this year, the system of prefects will change."

He said slowly, "Since the prefect is a student self-governing position, I hope that the appointment of the prefect can be more up to the students themselves."

Hermione asked enthusiastically, "You plan to let the students elect each other? Democratic choice, that's good."

"No, it's not a democratic choice." George waved his hand and said lightly, "Elections are too troublesome for students. I plan to decide the prefects based on strength and grades."

"It's not a democratic choice." Hermione couldn't help but feel a little discouraged, she asked with little interest, "How do you think the candidate is based on strength and achievements?"

George said slowly, "As a prefect, both grades and strength should be valued. Scores are calculated according to the proportion of grades and strength. The one with the highest sum of the two scores can be the prefect. After all, the prefect should serve as a role model for freshmen. Strength is the most important thing."

"Oh, that's not bad either."

Harry and Ron glanced at each other, and they were not worried at all. Whether it was academic performance or strength, among the students, they were confident that they would not lose to others.

The long drive makes everyone tired and quiet.

It had been raining for a long time, and the sun was languidly sticking out of its face again, but soon the clouds drifted past and obscured it again.

After an unknown time, night fell, and the lights in the carriage came on.

Harry sat in his seat and pressed his forehead to the window, trying to see Hogwarts in the distance. But it was a moonless night, and the rain-soaked windows were so dirty that nothing could be seen.

"Let's get dressed first."

George reminded, so everyone hurriedly opened the box and put on the school uniform.

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