Chapter 841 News Keeps Coming

In fact, Dumbledore's sudden resignation still made Fanlin a little panicked.

President of the Boys' Student Council, this was something he had never thought about before.

However, this made Fan Lin feel very troublesome.

This also means that Dumbledore has pushed him to the forefront of the storm, and everyone's eyes will be focused on him for a short time.

A fifth-year male student union president, which means that this position will be permanently determined until Fan Lin graduates.

Hermione was very happy, which was much more exciting than her own becoming a prefect. In fact, when Fanlin returned, only Hermione could share it.

Because in the huge Gryffindor common room, only Hermione was still trying her best to finish things, or to be precise, waiting for his return.

Fanlin will never forget the girl's smiling face.

"That's the boy student council president!"

That's what he said at the time, but Fan Lin really didn't think it was a good job. In fact, he still doesn't understand what the president of the Boys' Student Union is going to do...

as usual?

or……

However, when Seamus got dressed as quickly as possible and walked out of the dormitory before Harry put on his socks, Fanlin still discovered something was wrong. He came back so late that he didn't even know it happened. What.

When the hem of Harry's robe disappeared from sight, Harry shouted loudly: "Does he think he will become a madman if he stays in the same room with me for too long?"

"Don't worry about it, Harry," Thomas muttered, picking up his bag. "He just—" It was obvious that he didn't know what was wrong with Seamus, so he slipped out after a slightly awkward pause. opened the door.

Neville and Ron both gave Harry looks that said "that's his problem, not yours", but Harry didn't feel much comfort. How much more would he have to endure?

"What happened?" Fan Lin asked in confusion.

"Before you came back, there were some conflicts between Seamus and Harry because of the Daily Prophet." Neville said in a low voice, as if he was afraid of offending Harry.

"Seamus? What did he say about Harry?"

"It's not important." Harry said angrily. One day he and his stupid mother will understand who the liar is.

Fan Lin shook his head. Fan Lin was naturally aware of Harry's sensitivity. Even if the Order of the Phoenix blocked a large amount of information, Harry could still get such information from various channels. Who would it be, in this situation? It is difficult to maintain a peaceful mind when it comes to things.

…

"Hey, I've got some good news for you..." Hermione said beamingly when she caught up with a few people walking across the common room to have breakfast five minutes later. "You guys look absolutely - oh, my God!"

Hermione suddenly stared at the notice board in the common room, where a huge new notice had been posted. A bunch of Galleons! Feel like your pocket money isn't enough to cover your expenses? Want to earn some extra coins? Please contact Fred and George Weasley in the Griffinton Common Room for a simple and easy part-time job (we regret that applicants will bear all the risks of the job).

"It's forbidden," Hermione said sternly, peeling off the notice that Fred and George had pinned to a poster announcing the first weekend trip to Hogsmad. It's in October.

"We should talk to them, Ron and Fanlin." Hermione said.

Hermione said: "Because we are prefects, it is our duty to prevent such things." Ron did not respond; Harry could see from his sullen expression that he was not optimistic about the prospect of trying to dissuade the twin brothers.

"No, wait a minute, what do you mean we?" Ron asked suddenly. He remembered that he and Hermione should be the only prefects.

"Oh, sorry, I'm just used to it, but this is exactly the good news I want to announce. It seems that Fan Lin didn't tell you last night."

"What is it?" Ron asked.

"It's on the wall. I thought you noticed it, Ron." Neville said dumbfounded. He pointed at the announcement that was originally covered by the Weasley advertisement. Perhaps it was the announcement of the Hogwarts house elves last night. Come here and put it on.

"You were elected president of the Boys' Student Union?" Ron said in an incredible voice, as if someone had stepped on his tail.

"If nothing else, that's it." Fan Lin said helplessly, and he found a lot of people gathered around him.

"Dumbledore informed me last night that this was a resolution of the school board. The decision was not made until after last night's dinner, so I didn't know about it until last night." Fan Lin seemed to be explaining, but this It does not affect everyone's brainstorming work.

Excellent grades, enough experience for people to discuss, and unimaginable magical power, this is almost Fan Lin's label at Hogwarts. It can be said that Fan Lin's points that are enough for people to discuss are no less than Harry's. Moreover, there has been such rumors in Hogwarts about the last Tri-Wizard Fighting Competition.

Those rules were actually formulated to restrict Fanlin's participation...

I don't know who was the first to react. Warm congratulations suddenly echoed throughout the Gryffindor common room.

"Not only Gryffindor, but all other bulletin boards have this notice..." I don't know who got the news, but the fact that Fan Lin became the president of the Boys' Student Union spread all over Hogwarts at once.

Became student body president in fifth grade?

You know, in the past, the president of the Boys' Student Council was held by seventh grade students, because the highest grade level also has the strongest magical power. In terms of human relations and worldly skills, seventh grade students are more suitable.

But Fanlin's strength?

It would be amazing if a young wizard who was able to face off against a dark wizard in a century-old battle in the third grade would still be questioned about his magical prowess.

Naturally, everyone is more of a congratulations to Fan Lin for being elected as the president of the Boys' Student Union. Everyone in Gryffindor also knows that Fan Lin will not be too lenient anyway.

However, this is still a way forward for some people, such as being a prefect during the Peace Festival or something like that.

The original President of the Boy Student Council came from among them, but this year he became a fifth-year Gryffindor student?

Fanlin and the others spent a lot of effort to escape from everyone's congratulations.

"Oh, trouble is coming." Fan Lin shouted with some annoyance.

"If I were you, I wouldn't think so." Ron said as he finally got out of the fat aunt's passage.

"Let's not discuss this first, but..."

"Anyway, Harry, what's wrong? You look annoyed." Hermione said suddenly, as they passed a series of portraits of witches and wizards hanging by the stairs, but the portraits ignored them. Talk about your topic with immersion.

"Your face looks wrong, and Simo was very angry before..."

"Seamus suspects that Harry lied about Voldemort." Fan Lin said briefly for Harry who didn't answer.

Hermione sighed, not as furious as Harry expected. "Yeah, Lisa thinks so too," she said ruefully.

"Talking happily to her about me, a fool who wants other people's attention, is a lie, isn't it?" Harry yelled.

Hermione said calmly: "That's not the case. I warned her to shut up her big fat mouth about you. It would be better if you could lower your tone to the rest of us. Don't you see? Are we on your side?" There was a small silence.

"I'm sorry," Harry whispered dejectedly.

"That's good." Hermione said arrogantly, then she shook her head and said, "Don't you remember what Dumbledore said at the banquet at the end of last semester?"

Both Harry and Ron looked at Hermione blankly, hoping that she could explain more clearly.

"It's about You-Know-Who. He says he has a "great gift for spreading discord and hate." We can only compete with him with the powerful combination of friendship and trust -"

"How can you remember the original version so well?" Ron looked at her enviously.

"I did, Ron," Hermione said in a mean tone.

"I'm listening too, but I still can't say it as well as you can-"

"The point is, this is what Dumbledore said," Hermione emphasized, raising her voice. "It has only been two months since the mysterious man came back, and we are already having internal strife. The Sorting Hat also warned us: stand together, unite. stand up-"

"But Harry was right to do that last night," Ron retorted, "if that warning means we're courting the Slytherin fools."

"Then I'm sorry that we're not working towards a little unity within ourselves," Hermione said tit-for-tat. As they came down the marble stairs, a procession of Ravenclaw fourth-year students were walking through the hall.

They saw Harry and ran away in a huddle, as if he would attack any stragglers.

"Yeah, we do have to try and make friends with those people," Harry said sarcastically. They followed Ravenclaw's people into the hall and looked towards the staff table unconsciously. Professor Grubblanco was chatting with Professor Sinista, but Hagrid was obviously absent once again.

The enchanted ceiling above them was a miserable, cloudy gray like Harry's mood.

"Dumbledore didn't even mention how long Grub-Blanco was going to be here," Harry complained as they walked towards the Griffinton table.

"Maybe-" Fan Lin looked at the teacher's table meaningfully.

"What?" Harry and Ron said at the same time.

"Maybe he didn't want Hagrid's absence to be noticed."

"What do you mean, people notice?" Ron said with a half smile, "How could we not notice?" Just before Fan Lin responded, a tall, dark girl with long braids strode forward Walking towards Harry.

"Hello, Angelina."

"Hello," she replied excitedly.

"Have you had a great holiday?"

Without waiting for an answer, she said, "Congratulations, Fanlin, on becoming the President of the Boys' Student Union of Hogwarts. Everyone agrees."

"Thank you, Angelina." Fan Lin quickly replied. In fact, this is Gryffindor's habit. A person's honor will be magnified, and everyone will be happy for it.

"Also, did you know that I was appointed Gryffindor Quidditch Captain?"

"That's great," Harry congratulated back, grinning at her; he hoped Angelina's energetic speech wouldn't be as long as Oliver Wood's, in which case that would be an improvement.

"Yes, with Oliver leaving, we need a new goalkeeper. The test will be held at five o'clock on Friday, and I hope the whole team will be there, understand? Then we will see how the new guy cooperates with us.'

"good."

Angelina smiled and left.

"I forgot that Wood had left," Hermione said vaguely. She was already sitting next to Fanlin, with a large plate of toast piled in front of her.

"I hope it will be a big change for the whole team."

"I think so too," said Harry, sitting across from him. "Wood is a very good goalkeeper."

"But it won't stop some fresh blood from getting in, right?" Ron said.

In a burst of pattering, hundreds of owls flew in from the skylight and hovered in the sky. They rush straight to their masters, bringing letters and parcels, shaking off drops of rain on those who are eating; it must be raining heavily outside.

Hedwig didn't show up, but Harry wasn't surprised; his only correspondent was Sirius, and he didn't think Sirius had anything new to tell him after being gone for twenty-four hours.

Hermione, however, had to move her orange juice quickly to make way for a large, soaked owl from the barn, carrying a soaked copy of the Daily Prophet in its beak.

"Why did you order that?" Harry asked testily, thinking of Sims, just as Hermione put a copper nut into the owl's leather pouch.

"I'm not going to bother with a bunch of crap."

"It's the best way to find out what the enemy is talking about," Hermione said darkly, unfolding the newspaper and disappearing behind it until Harry and Ron had finished their breakfast.

"It's okay," she said simply, rolling up the newspaper and placing it next to her plate. "Nothing is about you or Dumbledore."

Professor McGonagall was walking along the table holding a timetable.

"Look at today!" Ron groaned. "History of Magic, two Potions, Divination and two Defense Against the Dark Arts - Binns, Snape, Trelawny and that Umbridge All in one day! I really hope Fred and George can get that snake-whipping box done soon..."

"If I heard you correctly," said Fred, as he and George squeezed in to sit next to Harry, "the prefects at Hogwarts aren't going to skip class, are they? Stumping our Head Boy? Chairman, don’t you know how to curb this trend?”

"Look what we got today," Ron growled, pushing the timetable in front of Fred. "This is the worst Monday I've ever had."

"Hey, fair deal, kid," Fred said, looking over the schedule. "We can sell you some Nosebleed Almonds for a little cheaper if you want them."

"Why is it cheaper?" Ron wondered. “Because you’re going to have nosebleeds until you’re old and we don’t have a restorative yet,” George said, eating kippers.

"Cheers," said Ron enthusiastically, putting away his timetable, "but I think I'll just go to class."

"And your snake-whipping box," Hermione said, glancing at Fred and George, "You can't advertise it on the Gryffindor notice board."

"Who said that?" said George, looking surprised. "I said so," Hermione said.

"And Fanlin..."

"Well, count me in." Fan Lin gave him a helpless expression.

Hermione glared at Fan Lin, obviously dissatisfied with Fan Lin's expression.

Fred and George snickered from the sidelines. "You'll be singing a very different song soon, Hermione," said Fred, slathering butter on the toast. "You're starting your fifth year, and it won't be long before you're begging us for a snake-cutting box."

"But why do I start fifth year by saying I want a snake-shaving box?" Hermione asked.

"Because the ordinary wizard level examination will be held in the fifth year." George said solemnly. (To be continued)