Chapter 852

In fact, Dumbledore's sudden acceptance of life or make van Lin a little flustered.

President of the boy student union, this is something he never thought about before.

However, this makes van Lin feel very troublesome.

This also means that Dumbledore pushed him to the top of the storm, and all people's eyes will focus on him for a short time.

A fifth grade boy student union chairman, which means that from then on until van Lin graduated, this position was so permanently determined.

Hermione was very happy, which was more exciting than being a prefect herself. In fact, when Fanlin went back, only Hermione could share.

Because of the huge Gryffindor public lounge, only Hermione is still trying his best to finish, to be exact, waiting for his return.

Fanlin will never forget the girl's smiling face.

"That's the president of the boys' Union!"

That's what he said at that time. However, Fanlin really didn't think it was a good job. In fact, up to now, he still didn't understand what the president of the boy student union wanted to do

As usual?

Or

However, when Seymour dressed as fast as he could and walked out of the bedroom before Harry put on his socks, van Lin still found something wrong. He came back too late to know what had happened.

When the edge of Harry's robe disappeared into his eyes, Harry called out, "does he think that staying in the same room with me will become a madman?"

"Don't worry about it, Harry," Thomas mumbled, carrying his schoolbag. "He's just --" and apparently he doesn't know what's wrong with Seymour, so he slips out of the door after a slight awkward pause.

Neville and Ron gave Harry the same look that said, "it's his problem, it's none of your business." but Harry didn't feel much comfort. How much more does he have to suffer?

"What happened?" Fanlin asked.

"Before you came back, there was some conflict between Seymour and Harry, because of what happened in the prophet's daily." Neville whispered, as if afraid to offend Harry.

"Seymour? What did he say about Harry

"It doesn't matter." Harry said angrily that one day he and his stupid mother would understand who the liar was.

Van Lin shook his head, for Harry's sensitivity, Fanlin is clear, even if the order of the Phoenix blocked a large number of news, Harry can still get such information from various channels. It is difficult to ensure his own peace of mind on such matters.

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"Hey, here's some good news..." Five minutes later, Hermione caught up with a couple of people who were walking through the common room for breakfast and said, "you look absolutely - Oh, my God

Hermione suddenly stares at the bulletin board in the common room with a huge new notice on it. A bunch of jingarong! Feel that pocket money is not enough for your expenses? Want to earn some extra gold? Please contact Fred and George Weasley at the griffington public lounge for easy and easy part-time jobs (we regret that the applicant will have to take all the risks of the job).

"It's forbidden," Hermione said solemnly, uncovering a notice that Fred and George had pinned to a poster announcing that the first weekend to hogmar would be in October.

"We should talk to them, Ron, van Lin." Said Hermione.

Hermione said, "because we are prefects, it's our duty to stop such things." Ron did not respond; Harry saw from his gloomy expression that he was not optimistic about the prospect of dissuading the twins.

"No, wait a minute. What do we mean?" Ron suddenly asked, remembering that the prefect should be only him and Hermione.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm just used to it, but that's just the good news I'm going to announce. It seems that van Lin didn't tell you last night."

"What is it?" Ron asked.

"It's on the wall. I thought you noticed, Ron." Neville said, stunned, pointing to the announcement that had been blocked by Weasley's ad, perhaps it was the Hogwarts house elf who came over and posted it last night.

"Have you been elected president of the boys' Union?" Ron was like being trampled on his tail and said in an incredible, um, voice.

"If there's no accident, that's it." Fanlin said helplessly that he found a lot of people gathered around him.

"Dumbledore informed me last night that this was the motion of the school board, and the decision was made only after the dinner party last night, so I knew it temporarily." Vaseline seems to explain, but it doesn't affect the brain function of people.

Excellent results, and then enough to let people discuss the experience and beyond the imagination of magic power, this is almost Fanlin's label in Hogwarts. It can be said that van Lin's enough points for discussion are not less than Harry, and there has been such a circulation in Hogwarts in the last three wizard games.Those rules are actually made to limit the participation of Fanlin

I don't know who was the first to respond. Warm congratulations rang through the whole Gryffindor public lounge.

"It's not just Gryffindor, it's on all the other billboards..." I don't know who got the news. Anyway, it spread all over Hogwarts that van Lin became the president of the boys' Union.

Became the president of the boy student union in the fifth grade?

You know, in the past, the president of the boy student union was held by grade seven, because the highest grade level, the magic power is also the most powerful. No matter in terms of social sophistication, grade seven students are more suitable.

But the strength of van Lin?

It is also a magic thing that a little wizard who can fight the black wizard in the third grade will be questioned in his magic power.

Naturally, everyone congratulates Fanlin on being elected president of the boy student union. As Gryffindor knows, he will not be too lenient.

However, it is still a way for some people to go up, such as the prefect of Ping'an Festival.

The original president of the boys' Union was between them, but this year he has become a fifth grader Gryffindor student?

Fanlin, they spent a lot of effort to escape from everyone's congratulations.

"Oh, trouble." Fanlin exclaimed, rather annoyed.

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

"We won't discuss this for a while, but..."

"Anyway, Harry, what's going on? You look annoyed. " Hermione suddenly said, as they walked past a series of portraits of witches and witches hanging by the stairs, but the portraits ignored them and began to talk about their own topics.

"Your face doesn't look right, and Simo was angry before..."

"Seymour suspects Harry lied about Voldemort." Van Linden gave Harry, who didn't answer, a simple word.

Hermione sighed, not as furious as Harry had expected. "Yes, Lisa thinks so," she said in dismay

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

Hermione said calmly, "that's not the case. I warned her to shut her big fat mouth about you. It would be better if you could lower your voice to us. Don't you see that we are on your side? " A little silence.

"I'm sorry," Harry murmured in a low voice.

"That's fine." Said Hermione haughtily. Then she shook her head and said, "don't you remember what Dumbledore said at the party at the end of last semester?"

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

"It's about mysterious people. He said he had "a great talent for spreading discord and hatred. We can only fight against him with the strength of the relative friendship and trust -- "

" how can you remember the original version so firmly? " Ron looked at her enviously.

"I'm listening, Ron," Hermione said in a sarcastic tone.

"I'm listening, but I still can't speak as well as you do."

"the point is that this is what Dumbledore said," Hermione stressed in a raised voice. "It's only two months since the mysterious man came back that we've had a fight. The same is true of the yard hat: stand together and unite - "

" but Harry was right last night, "Ron retorted," if that warning means we're going to show up to Slytherin's idiots. "

"I'm sorry we're not trying to get a little bit of unity inside." Hermione said tit for tat. As they walked the marble stairs, a group of ravencro's fourth graders were walking through the hall.

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

"Yes, we do try to make friends with those people." Said Harry sarcastically. They followed ravencro's men into the hall and unconsciously looked at the faculty table. Professor grubblanco was chatting with Professor hinesta, and Hagrid apparently did not show up again.

The enchanted ceiling above them was like Harry's mood, a sad, clouded gray.

"Dumbledore didn't even mention how long grub Blanco was going to be here," Harry complained as they approached the griffington table.

"Maybe -" Van Lin looked at the teacher's seat with profound meaning.

"What?" Harry and Ron said in the same voice.

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

"What do you mean, to be noticed?" Ron half smiles and says, "how can we not notice?" Just before van Lin responded, a tall, black girl with long braids strode toward Harry."Hello, Angelina."

"Hello," she replied excitedly.

"How was your holiday?"

Without waiting for an answer, she said, "Congratulations, van Lin, on becoming president of the boys' Union at Hogwarts. Everyone agrees."

"Thank you, Angelina." In fact, it's Gryffindor's habit. One's honor will be magnified and everyone will be happy.

"And, you know, I was made captain of Quidditch in Gryffindor."

"Great," Harry congratulated, grinning at her; he hoped that Angelina's energetic speech would not be as long as Oliver wood's, which would be a step forward.

"Yes, in view of Oliver's departure, we need a new goalkeeper. The test will be held at 5:00 on Friday and I hope the whole team will be there, OK? Then we'll see how the new man works with us. "

"Good."

Angelina smiles and leaves.

"I forgot that wood had left," Hermione murmured, sitting by the van Lin with a large plate of toast in front of her,

"I hope this will make a big difference for the team."

"I think so," said Harry, sitting opposite. "Wood was a good goalkeeper."

"But it doesn't affect the entry of some fresh blood, does it?" Said Ron.

In a crash, hundreds of owls flew in from the skylight and circled in the sky. They rush to their owners, bring letters and parcels, shake off drips of rain to the people who are eating; it must be raining hard 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 24 hours after he left.

But Hermione had to quickly remove her orange juice to make room for a soggy big owl from the barn with a soaked Daily Prophet in its mouth.

"What else do you order that for?" Harry asked irritably, thinking of Simms as Hermione put a copper Nutt into the owl's leather bag.

"I won't worry about a pile of rubbish."

"It's the best way to know what the enemy is saying," said Hermione, with a black face as she unfolded the newspaper and disappeared behind it until Harry and Ron finished their breakfast.

"Dumbledore said," it's not about you rolling up the side of the plate

Professor McGonagall is walking along the table with a timetable.

"Look at today!" Ron groaned, "history of magic, two potions, prophecy, and two defense against the dark arts - bines, Snape, Trelawney and that Umbridge are all in one day! I wish Fred and George would get that snake cutting box right away... "

"If I've heard anything wrong," said Fred, who and George were squeezing in to sit next to Harry. "The Hogwarts prefect doesn't want to skip class, does he? The president of the boy student union, who is baffling us, doesn't know how to curb this trend? "

"Look at what we do today," roared Ron, pushing the schedule to Fred. "This is the worst Monday I've ever had."

"Hey, fair trade, little man," said Fred, looking through the schedule. "If you want, we can sell you some bloody cream almonds at a lower price."

"Why is it cheaper?" Ron doubted. "Because you get nosebleed until you get old, we don't have a restorer," George said, eating salted fish.

"Cheers," said Ron excitedly, putting away his timetable. "But I think I'll go to class."

"And your snake cutting box," said Hermione, glancing at Fred and George. "You can't advertise on Gryffindor's bulletin board."

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

"And Fanlin..."

"Well, count me in." Fanlin delivered a helpless expression in the past.

Hermione glared at Van Lin, obviously not satisfied with van Lin's expression.

Fred and George snickered. "You'll soon sing a very different song, Hermione," said Fred, laying a thick layer of butter on the toast. "You're starting your fifth year, and it won't be long before you ask us for a snake cutting box."

"But why did the first five years mean I wanted a snake cutting box?" Asked Hermione.

"Because in the fifth year there will be a general wizard level examination." George said with a stern voice.

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