"Mom!" Ron yelled in dissatisfaction, "You got it right."

Molly was stunned. Such simple words made her brain freeze. It took her a while to realize what he meant.

But this meaning made her pause, and she looked at her son in disbelief: "You mean, that thing is for you?"

Ron nodded.

"But Harry..." Molly's voice trailed off and she looked at the other little wizard at the table.

She had always felt that this thing should belong to Harry.

Her own child got it, which made her feel ashamed of "occupying the magpie's nest".

"Aunt Molly, Ron has the ability, so it's only natural for him to get it." Harry keenly caught the outflow of emotions and spoke to comfort her.

The person involved's words made her feel a little better, but only a little.

Ron also caught this emotion, sighed, and said openly: "Mom, Harry is too busy. Professor Dumbledore asked him, but Harry refused, so the matter fell to me."

Spit out these words.

Not only Molly, but even Arthur who was reading a newspaper nearby couldn't help but look sideways - when did his child become like this?

Ron was a good boy, but he suffered the disadvantage of being born too late and being a boy.

I have been using second-hand things since I was a child.

He has always cared about this point. Before the third grade, he had quarreled with them about this issue many times. They understood it very well, but they were powerless to do anything about it. In the past two years, the family has become more affluent and this kind of conflict has never broken out again.

But the fact that conflicts do not break out does not mean that they disappear.

Arthur and Molly both knew that if they went back to their previous painful and poor lives after living a good life, the conflicts would become more intense.

"Second-hand" is a taboo word at home.

Although the prefect badge was new, Ron himself said that it was "something that others were too busy to want." The only difference between it and "second-hand" was that it was clearly stated.

He doesn't care at all?

"Harry doesn't need the title of prefect either." Ron took a bite of toast and continued, "He has a much stronger say in Gryffindor than any prefect."

"After all, he belongs to our Gryffindor..." Fred, holding the fire bottle, nodded in agreement. He had just finished saying half of the sentence.

Harry cast a look as sharp as a knife at him.

Let him gurgle and swallow the second half of the exaggerated sentence.

Still didn't say the word.

"So is little Ron really the head of Gryffindor this year?" Molly took out her wand and waved it gently. The letter that Ron was reading flew into her hand and she read it word by word.

"Mom." Ron drawled out his voice and sighed helplessly, "I am at least third in the grade, please have more confidence in me."

Molly was all smiles, "Sorry, sorry, Charlie and Bill are both first-place class leaders, I thought..."

Ron muttered, "If it weren't for Harry, I would have been number one among the boys."

Hermione said nothing, but just laughed softly - she did not doubt Ron's current ability, but judging from his study attitude in the first and second years, it would be difficult for him to get such good grades without Harry's encouragement.

Ron was furious: "Hermione, what are you laughing at?"

Harry laughed along.

Ron was even more furious.

George and Fred also laughed exaggeratedly.

The smile infected everyone at the table.

Molly held the letter in one hand and held her face with the other: "Oh my God, this is so great, our whole family are prefects, Ginny, you have to thank your brothers..."

Fred sighed exaggeratedly, and he wanted to sigh from the Black Mansion to Hogwarts in one breath: "Oh my God, George, my dear brother, I didn't expect to finally get this news in the year we come of age."

"We are not actually Weasley's children." George covered his chest with a distorted expression, "Mom, no, Mrs. Weasley, thank you for teaching us over the years. Although we are not biological children, we are better than biological children."

The two brothers wiped their tears hypocritically.

"If you guys perform half as well as Percy," Molly said with a straight face, "you might be prefects, too."

"But our dear prefects Percy, Charlie, and Bill, the combined salary they earn is probably about the same as ours." George puffed out his chest, very proud.

Molly said nothing, she waved her wand.

Whoosh, whoosh—the rag on the table flew up and hit them in the face.

"It's breakfast time, let's eat!" Molly returned the letter with a serious expression.

George and Fred took off their rags and cast cleaning spells on each other.

"Harry, when are you going to buy your textbooks?" Arthur put down the newspaper. The content on it gave him some high blood pressure - The Daily Prophet had not reported on Harry and Dumbledore for some time.

But there are always some "fables" on the front page. Today we publish the story of "The Woodcutter and Hermes", which has a more popular and better-known name - "The Golden Axe and the Silver Axe".

What are you implying?

Implying that Harry and Dumbledore are the woodcutter's friends, greedy, dishonest bastards?

hateful!

Harry glanced at the newspaper, stretched out his hand, and the newspaper swayed and flew away with difficulty: "Today, I just happen to be going back to Godric's Hollow."

"You're going back to the valley?" Arthur was startled, then he came to his senses. "Bring your grandfather's portrait here?"

Harry nodded, "Yeah, and I need to find Ragnak to update my equipment."

The dragon skin and dragon bones had been in his pocket for a long time.

"I'll take Harry over!" Sirius raised his hand and took the initiative.

"I'll come along too," Lupin agreed.

Arthur looked at the three of them, his heart beating. Would it be a bit too…

"I'll inform Emmeline later and have her go with you." Arthur thought about it, waved his wand, and parchment and a quill flew over. He wrote a letter, and Boss tied it to his feet skillfully. After asking Hedwig for two owl grains, he flew away.

"Emmeline?" Harry repeated the name.

"Harry, you haven't met her yet." Arthur explained simply, "She's a very reliable witch. She was your parents' senior. She was a member of the Order of the Phoenix when they first fought against You-Know-Who. We are all willing to trust her."

"Now that the Order of the Phoenix has been reorganized, Professor Dumbledore has only invited a few people back. Emmeline was the first person Dumbledore thought of."

Harry ate his breakfast expressionlessly.

Arthur thought about it and added, "She is from Hufflepuff house."

Harry's expression relaxed a little: "Uncle Arthur, this sentence is much more convincing than the previous one."

Wizards from Hufflepuff may not necessarily be excellent, but in most cases, they are very reliable - perhaps, when they were at Hogwarts, the little wizards from the other three houses had an average impression of Hufflepuff, or had no impression of him at all.

But after graduation and working in society for a few years, they will be proud of having made many "Hufflepuff" friends.

even……

For some jobs, when interviewing wizards, they will be checked to see how many Hufflepuff friends they have. If they don't have any, then this person is definitely not reliable.

"I thought you wouldn't know this." Arthur laughed, "After all, Hufflepuff..."

"Cedric is a very good wizard." Harry thought of someone and mentioned him.

Arthur nodded: "Mr. Diggory is indeed excellent, but Mr. Diggory..."

He was struggling, unsure of what adjective to use.

"Too Karkaroff," Ron added on behalf of his father.

Arthur was stunned, thinking of Karkaroff's performance during the Triwizard Tournament, which was even worse than Ludo's. He openly and unabashedly favored Krum and wanted to step on anyone who compared himself with Krum - no matter whether that person was better than Krum or not.

If you think about it carefully, it is actually similar to Mr. Diggory.

"It's indeed a bit too Karkaroff." Arthur nodded, "He always shows off his children in front of us, especially after Harry became the heir of Gryffindor, he also said that his child would definitely become the heir of Hufflepuff."

"Cedric does have the qualifications and ability." Harry nodded.

Arthur curled his lips and said in a weaker tone: "I haven't become the heir yet."

They chatted and slowly finished their breakfast.

The "Emmeline Vance" mentioned by Arthur also arrived.

She was a tall and thin lady, not young, about fifty years old, but she took good care of her body, her skin was not even wrinkled or scarred. She had a neat ponytail and dressed like a student who had just graduated from school, but she also had the mature aura of a person with experience.

"Harry?" Emmeline called him affectionately, "We finally meet."

Harry greeted her: "Hello."

"You really look like James." Emmeline sighed, "But you are much more mature than him."

"Thank you." Harry nodded.

"Shall we set off now?" Emily asked decisively.

Harry had no objection.

Sirius grabbed Harry's arm and they chose the safest and most convenient way - Apparition.

After the world spun around, they appeared in Godric's Hollow, more than a hundred meters away from the Potter's old house.

The remaining distance, they walked slowly.

When they reached the door, Harry suddenly stretched out his hand and motioned to stop.

"What's wrong?" Sirius asked nervously.

Emmeline and Lupin drew their wands.

Harry rubbed his head and looked around, all the traces were revealed in the witcher's field of vision.

There was a cacophony of footsteps at the door.

"Someone came in here. The footprints are unfamiliar. It was four or five days ago."

"The footprints are small, baby? No... it's a goblin."

Fairy?

This made everyone stunned.

Harry continued.

"It is the footprint of only one goblin, and it has no accomplices."

"The scent is gone." He sniffed and shook his head. "I can't tell for a while whether it's someone I know."

He looked towards the yard: "The spell has not been broken. It cannot get in."

“But tried, caused some damage.”