People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

"Mum, I'm the new prefect of Gryffindor!" Ron excitedly held up his badge and showed it to Mrs. Weasley.

Molly let out a scream, exactly like Hermione had just now.

"I can't believe this! This is amazing, Ron! Every single one of our family is a prefect!"

George said indignantly, "What are Fred and I then? Neighbors next door?"

"We could be Campbells," Fred muttered quietly, causing Avro to nudge him quietly with her elbow.

Molly pushed the angry George aside and threw her arms around her youngest son, kissing him all over the face, until his face turned redder than the badge.

Behind them, Fred and George retched loudly.

"Your father will be very happy to hear that! What gift do you want?"

Ron tried desperately to push Molly away. He was already a grown boy, and it was shy and embarrassing for him to behave like this in front of the girl he liked.

"Mom, get some control!"

Molly released him breathlessly, and when she saw Percy's figure, she thought of a gift: "We gave Percy an owl, and of course you already have one. A nice new set of robes?"

"We've already bought him a set," Fred and George whispered their celebratory gift into Avro's ear.

Afro was still thinking about what to give. A crucible? Or a learning package?

"Mum," said Ron hopefully, "can I get a new broom?"

Molly's face darkened slightly.

Ron also knew that his request was a bit high for the Weasley family, so when he saw that Molly's face was not very good, he added another sentence.

"It doesn't have to be very good!" Ron said slowly, "Just a new one will be fine..."

Molly hesitated for a moment, then quickly started laughing again.

"Of course!" She stroked Ron's hair. "You must be rewarded for this, Prefect... I'm so happy! Don't forget to pack your boxes..."

Molly gave Ron another kiss on the cheek and hurried out of the room.

Fred and George exchanged glances in mid-air.

"You don't mind if we don't kiss you, do you?" Fred asked, pretending to be very nervous.

"We can curtsy if you like," George said, bending his knee.

Ron was disgusted and glared at them angrily.

Fred hugged Afro from behind with a smirk on his face, "What? Are you going to put us in detention?"

"Sweetheart, we have to be more careful after school starts." George said, pretending to tremble all over.

"Your days of breaking the law are coming to an end." Afro said, shaking his head.

Hermione said angrily, "You are going to break the school rules, don't bring Aphrodite with you!"

There was a soft click, and Fred and George Disapparated from view.

Afro looked up at the ceiling. She could hear Fred and George laughing at the top of their lungs in the room upstairs.

"Ignore him, Ron, they are just jealous." Noah took a long time to say this.

Ron also looked up at the ceiling and said with a hint of doubt, "I don't think so. They always say that only fools become prefects."

His tone suddenly changed and he became cheerful again, "I'm going to have a new broom soon. I really hope Mom can take me with her. Although I can't afford the Nimbus, there is a new one for Sideswipe. I'm going to tell her to buy Sideswipe!"

Ron ran out of the living room, and Hermione picked up Crookshanks, who was rubbing against her feet, and left the room together.

For some reason, Harry didn't want to see Ron and Hermione. He was a little glad that they had left. He picked up the paper that Aphrodite had placed on the table and read it carefully.

"Harry?" Afro called his name hesitantly.

"That's great! Aphrodite." Harry's enthusiasm was a little exaggerated, and it didn't sound like his voice. His tone was artificial, as if he was speaking with his throat pinched.

He didn't even look at Afro, but kept saying, "That's great, great, I'm so happy for them."

Harry stared blankly at a corner of the parchment. He was so worried about being expelled that he completely forgot about the election of prefects in the fifth grade.

If he hadn't forgotten...

What outcome would he hope for?