People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

No, he has a very honest mind.

If he knew that there was going to be a prefect election, he hoped that person would not be Ron, but himself.

"Harry..." Afro sat over and hugged his shoulders, "Sometimes the selection of prefects is not based on honors and experience."

Harry's face scrunched up in his hands.

"Hermione has better leadership and rationality than me, so she will be chosen as the head girl."

Afro held Harry's cheek and dug him out of her palm: "And Ron's election as prefect doesn't prove that you are worse than him, but that you have greater responsibilities."

Harry opened his eyes and squinted as he was not used to the bright light. He curled the corners of his mouth and smiled at Afro.

"I know, but I feel a little uncomfortable."

Afro looked at Harry's aggrieved expression, and her heart seemed to be stabbed by something. She leaned down towards Harry, hugged the boy and pressed him against her.

"You not only have a strong will but also a smart mind. Believe in yourself!"

Harry adjusted his glasses and smiled. In fact, when Afro mentioned Hermione, he had already let it go, but he just enjoyed being comforted and cared for by the girl.

"Aphrodite, I..."

Just then they heard Ron's footsteps coming down the stairs and bounding in.

"Mom promised to buy a sweep." He said happily, and when he saw the two people hugging each other, he pouted suspiciously, "Afro, you are so biased!"

Afuluo sighed deeply, life is not easy, Xiaofu burst into tears.

I just comforted Harry and now I have to comfort Ron.

At about six o'clock in the evening, Molly came back from Diagon Alley with a lot of stuff, and she was holding something wrapped in brown paper.

Ron sighed longingly and took it from her.

A bright red banner hung in front of the dining room's table filled with a sumptuous dinner.

It read: Congratulations to Ron and Hermione on being elected Prefects.

Molly was in a very happy mood, the happiest they had seen her during the entire holiday.

Several active members of the Order of the Phoenix also came over. Everyone raised their glasses to congratulate and applauded enthusiastically. Ron and Hermione's faces were beaming with joy.

At the dinner table, Sirius, who had not been seen for a long time, talked about how he and James had never served as prefects, and that Lupin, their friend, was entrusted with an important task by Dumbledore but also failed.

When Harry heard that his father had never been a prefect either, the last bit of sadness and jealousy he had felt disappeared.

He suddenly found the celebration fun. He filled Aphrodite's and his own plates full and felt that he loved each of his friends even more.

Ron showed off his new broom to everyone he met, Hermione and Lupin discussed the rights of house-elves, Molly and Bill argued about his long hair, and incidentally involved innocent spectators - Aphrodite and Percy.

Fred and George asked Mundungus what fun things he had, and Moody took a long drink from his curved hip flask, his magical blue eyes tilted at Harry.

"Harry, I have something here that might interest you."

Moody pulled out a magical photo from the sleeve of his tattered robes. "The original Order of the Phoenix. I found it by accident while tidying up my things. I thought someone would be willing to take a look."

Harry took the photo. A group of little people looked up at him, some waved, and some raised their glasses.

Moody told him the name and fate of each original member.

Harry's heart was like an overturned spice bottle, with all kinds of mixed feelings. An indescribable pain rolled from the bottom of his heart and surged up his throat.

He saw his father and mother looking at him with smiles, and a traitor was sitting in the middle - Wormtail.

Moody obviously thought he had done a good thing, for he smiled and pushed forward again.

Harry tried to smile but failed, desperately trying to find a reason to leave.

"Here are the pictures," said Moody gruffly.

"Yes." Harry said with difficulty, his voice tinged with bitterness, "Uh... I..."

"Harry."

Afro's voice was like the sound of nature and saved him.

"You forgot to pack your things. You need to get up early to go to the station tomorrow."

"Right, I forgot to pack it." Harry forced a smile again, "Thanks for reminding me!"

As he spoke, he took two quick steps toward the kitchen door.

Moody turned to look at Aphrodite, his blue eyes swirling around, "Dumbledore told me to tell you to find him in the headmaster's office after the sorting ceremony."