Ron watched them walk into a room.

With a click, the door was gently closed.

Two worlds inside and outside.

His heart trembled violently as the door closed.

He felt aggrieved, very aggrieved.

Why... there are obviously three of them, but they have to pull me down.

Compared with Harry, I am indeed far behind, but... but Hermione, although she is better than me, she is only better than her peers. Unlike Harry, she is far beyond the category of "peers".

Why can Hermione do it but I can't?

Obviously, I have been working hard during this period.

As soon as I entered the house.

"Little Ronnie is about to cry." Harry looked at the closed door, his vertical pupils seeming to see outside through the wooden boards.

"Professor, what do you want to talk to us about?" Hermione was a little nervous. Every student would feel this way when they were talked to by the headmaster alone, even if they knew that they had excellent grades and behaved well.

Thinking of this, Hermione's heart skipped a beat. Her performance should be considered decent... at least in Gryffindor?

"Don't be nervous." Dumbledore waved his hand. "It's just a small matter."

"Originally it should be Minerva who asked you, but she's been busy welcoming new students, so I'm asking instead."

At this point, Dumbledore paused and said, "Perhaps you know, or perhaps you don't know, but the old prefect of Gryffindor is going to be promoted to seventh grade this year, and we have to select new prefects, one boy and one girl."

"You are the best students in Gryffindor. Naturally, this responsibility should fall on you."

"But we also know that both of you have special circumstances."

"Harry doesn't need to say anything."

"Miss Granger..."

Dumbledore paused for a moment, his eyes filled with nostalgia, relief, and many complex emotions that were too complex to describe: "Miss Granger, your situation is also very special. Poppy has told me more than once that you always go to her to ask for the tranquilizing potion."

"If she hadn't found Severus and her classmates at St. Mungo's to confirm that the Tranquility Potion was not addictive, she would have thought that the Tranquility Potion had some side effects that had never been discovered."

Hermione looked down, her face slightly red.

"It is indeed a happy thing to catch up with someone." Dumbledore said softly in a tone full of experience, "I still hope you can pay more attention to your health."

Hermione looked over in irritation.

Dumbledore waved his hand: "Okay, okay, you are a smart little witch and you know what to do. I shouldn't say anything."

"Minerva and I would love to provide you with some assistance."

"Um……"

He raised his hand and grabbed a can of cockroaches from his robes. He picked a few and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing them with a crunching sound. "How about you and Harry do detention together next semester? I think you can try to get in touch with some slightly more advanced knowledge."

Hermione's eyes were filled with surprise. She nodded heavily and answered eagerly, "Of course, Professor Dumbledore, I'd love to."

She had been looking forward to this.

only……

She was always hesitant to bring it up because the more she learned, the bigger the gap between herself and Harry became.

"Okay, let's continue with the topic just now." Dumbledore took off the cockroach candy that had crawled onto his beard. "In view of your special circumstances, I have to ask for your willingness before making any arrangements. Are you willing to be the prefect?"

He looked at Harry.

The little wizard shook his head and said, "Forget it. I don't have time."

The work of the class leader is very busy and trivial, from managing the college and ensuring the college discipline to coaxing the first-year students, checking their sleeping positions, and covering them with blankets...

This kind of motherhood is not suitable for him.

Hermione frowned, struggling for a moment.

Of course she wanted to be a class leader as it was an honor, but when she counted on her fingers, she realized that she had used the time converter to divide a day into thirty hours, which was still very tight and she always felt it was not enough - if her body could bear it, she would even want to divide a day into two hours.

Would you create more trouble for yourself and overdraw your already overdrawn time?

"I forget it." Hermione shook her head.

Dumbledore sighed, "I knew it. Well, if it wasn't Tom, I would ask you to consider it again."

They pushed the door open and went out.

Ron was still waiting outside the house.

Dumbledore greeted him cheerfully, but Ron was not happy at all. He was an outsider, so there was no reason for him to be happy.

He looked at Harry, about to say something, then looked at Dumbledore who was walking away in the distance.

All the words I had in my heart, no matter how hard I thought about them for several minutes, were stillborn.

"Aren't you curious about what Professor Dumbledore said to us just now?" Harry said softly to Ron.

Ron raised his head, stubborn, strong, and indifferent: "I'm not curious."

"Aren't you curious?" Harry asked again.

Ron nodded: "Of course, he must have something important to talk to you about that only you know. It doesn't matter if I don't know." The more he spoke, the more sour his tone became.

Harry nodded his head heavily: "In that case, I won't say anything."

Ron was startled.

Harry's face was serious and his tone was serious: "It's not a big deal, it just concerns the two of us alone, so Professor Dumbledore wants to talk to us alone. If you want to know, it's convenient to tell you."

"But you don't want to know..."

Something that only concerns the two of them?

Ron felt as if he had been hit on the head, and was stunned.

So... I wasn't excluded? It was just a matter involving their privacy, and Dumbledore couldn't tell the third... oh, the fourth person before he was sure of their thoughts?

"Actually, I'd really like to know." Ron hesitated, but after making sure he was not excluded, he changed his words without hesitation.

Harry was surprised: "Weren't you curious just now?"

"You heard me wrong, Harry!" Ron said calmly, "I didn't say I wasn't curious. I said I was curious."

Harry raised his wand. "Then I must go to Professor Dumbledore and use the Pensieve to confirm this."

Ron's face turned slightly green.

Is it necessary to use a Pensieve for such a small matter?

Hermione pushed Harry lightly in annoyance and grabbed his arm: "Okay, Harry, stop teasing him. Little Ronnie will really cry later."

"I'm not crying!" Ron protested loudly.

Harry shook his head. "I heard you sniffling when we came in."

"I didn't!" Ron shouted even louder, "It was just, it was just... um... the smell of the Fox Killer was too pungent, and I choked."

"Yeah, okay, okay, you're right." Harry nodded perfunctorily.

Ron leaned over and said, "So what did Professor Dumbledore tell you?"

"I'm afraid you'll be very busy after school starts." Harry raised his hand and patted his shoulder.

Ron grumbled in dissatisfaction: "Need I say that? I have Owls exams this year, and there's also the Voldemort issue, so of course I'll be very busy." He can now shout out the name "Voldemort" smoothly and is no longer afraid of the bald, noseless man.

Sometimes I have nightmares, where that man, dressed up all over, comes and rapes me.

"No, no, no." Hermione shook her head, "Harry means that you can ask Charlie, Bill, and Percy for more advice."

"Of course, especially Bill and Percy. They got twelve 'O's in their OWLS exams. I've already asked for Bill's notes." Ron hadn't realized what they meant yet, as he was completely focused on the fifth grade exams.

"It's not about studying. You have excellent grades now. Even if you can't get so many Os, at least E's will be no problem." Hermione continued to shake her head.

"It's other things, like being a prefect," Harry indicated.

Ron was startled.

Harry and Hermione headed for the stairs to continue cleaning.

When they all went up to the second floor, Ron finally reacted and caught up with the two people in front of him, stomping on the floor with a loud noise: "Are you saying that I will be the prefect this year?"

Harry nodded.

Ron had a look on his face that said "you must be kidding me" and said, "But Harry, you are obviously better."

"You are also very good." Harry waved his wand and made the broom and mop move. "You know me. I am very busy."

"Although Professor Dumbledore didn't say it, you are the best one among the fifth year Gryffindors."

Ron added the prepositive adjective: "The best one except you."

He turned his head and looked at Hermione: "Then when school starts, we will..."

"No, not us, it's you," Hermione interrupted. "I'm just as busy as Harry, and I can't be a prefect."

"If you're not the head girl, then who would it be?" Ron frowned and counted on his fingers, trying to remember who else was in the same grade and college as him. "Lavender Brown?"

"No, most likely Parvati Patil." Harry gave his answer.

"Patil?" This name sounded familiar yet strange to Ron. After a while, he clapped his hands and said, "Aha, it's that witch!"

"Dean once said that she was the most beautiful girl in Hogwarts besides Hermione, Fleur and Ginny."

Harry deadpanned, "He did?"

Hermione's facial features twisted slightly: "That's a lot of restrictions."

"You always study outside until late." Ron spread his hands, "You miss a lot of exciting content."

"Gossip?" Harry looked at his excited expression and an idea came to his mind.

Ron nodded.

Harry and Hermione curled their lips and didn't care much about these things, which made Ron sigh. How could someone not be interested in gossip?

This year, the admission letter from Hogwarts arrived exceptionally early.

Before July was over, the owl arrived with the letter.

They had gone to great lengths to get into the Order of the Phoenix—the spell used here was to repel owls, and it took Harry and Dumbledore a lot of work to catch that magical aura and get rid of it.

Ron opened the envelope.

In addition to the list of books, there is also a shiny badge.

Molly, who had three experiences, recognized it at a glance: "Ronnie, you took the wrong letter from Harry."