svetikya Chapter 517 Percy's Change
Chapter 517 Percy's Change
Chapter 517 Percy's Change
People were grateful for Mr. Weasley's good relationships, and the car drove all the way back to the Burrow.
The place is not much different from the last time I came here; the houses are crooked and crooked, like blocks piled up randomly.
As Siren looked over, something seemed to flash by behind the triangular attic window at the top—it must have been the ghoul that the Weasleys kept as a pet.
There was a path paved with bluestone in front of the door, and there were no flowers in the gardens on both sides, but they were full of potatoes, pumpkins and cabbages.
Oh—there are some differences too; the weeds in the garden look much less than when I last came.
Mrs. Weasley warmly invited everyone inside.
Silen also met Percy in a room on the second floor.
After being imprisoned by the Ministry of Magic for nearly a year, Percy looked completely different from before.
Percy, once full of vigor and ambition, now seems to be losing his faith. Although he still wears those horn-rimmed glasses, he sits alone by the window, staring blankly at the garden outside.
However, when Harry greeted him, Percy was able to turn his head naturally and speak calmly.
"Hello, Harry, it's so nice to see you again."
"That's for sure," Harry said. "We all know you're innocent, and those people at the Ministry of Magic certainly can't do anything to you!"
"Really?" Percy's expression faltered for a moment before returning to normal.
"Perhaps—" Percy murmured to himself, while also noticing the prefect badge on Harry's clothes.
"So you've become a class leader?"
"Ah, yeah, lucky me—" Harry said sheepishly, while trying to hide his prefect badge.
To avoid upsetting Ron, he never liked wearing it, but when getting off the bus, he and Hermione needed to maintain order, so they had to wear the badge to prove their status as prefects.
But the carriage was cramped and crowded, and he was so busy that he forgot to take off his badge when he got off the train and came back.
"Being a prefect is never a matter of luck, Harry," Percy said seriously. "You should know that only the two wizards whom the headmaster and professors deem the best can receive the prefect's badge."
Harry gave a vague reply and glanced at Ron instinctively.
But Ron's expression didn't change at all.
He admitted that he had been jealous of Harry before.
They were all best friends, but Harry and Hermione became prefects—oh, and there was also Sheryl, who, although not a prefect, enjoyed the privileges of a prefect.
He was the only one who was nothing; he couldn't go to the VIP box reserved for the prefects, nor could he use the luxury bathroom. This disparity was indeed hard for people to accept in a short period of time.
But now he accepted that Hermione would always be number one in her grade, and although Harry's grades were average, he was Hogwarts' best Seeker and could even defeat Malfoy in a duel.
It's only natural that they should be class leaders.
And then there's Xilun—never mind, he's not on the list.
Ok?
Xiren instinctively glanced at Ron, sensing that he was thinking something rather impolite.
"But what surprises me even more is that your badge hasn't been altered," Percy continued. "Did Fred and George graduate early?"
"Hey, Percy, we came all this way to celebrate your safe return—"
"I never expected you to talk badly about us behind our backs!"
Fred and George came upstairs at that moment, their two identical heads squeezing through the crack in the door.
"This isn't to say anything bad, it's just stating a fact," Percy said calmly. "After all, my prefectural badge has never been normal, has it?"
"That's just our way of wishing you well?" Fred said with a grin.
"Yes, that's because you're the excellent Percy that Mom always talks about!"
"That would be my honor," Percy said.
"It's good that you know."
"Harry doesn't have that honor."
Hearing his own name called again, Harry was momentarily at a loss for whether to be happy or not, and could only awkwardly twitch the corners of his mouth.
Ten minutes later, the group left the slightly crowded house and went to the garden outside.
Bill was setting the table, putting two tables together and conjuring up a beautiful tablecloth and Hogwarts-style golden plates on it.
Several people wanted to help, but Bill said he was almost done, so they went to the other open space.
"Percy looks alright, doesn't he?" Fred said. "It's just that he seems a little different." George said thoughtfully.
"Really?" Ron blinked. "I don't think anything's different. He still loves his prefecture badge just as much. And when you left just now, he even gave Harry a lot of advice on competing for the position of student council president."
"In that respect, he's still just as annoying as before," George said, "but I always feel like he's different now."
"Maybe it's because he's been locked up in the Ministry of Magic for too long," Hermione said.
"But the Ministry of Magic shouldn't be as bad as Azkaban, right?"
"That's true," Hermione glanced at George, "but what if you were to spend months in an empty classroom at Hogwarts, not allowed to go out, and not allowed to talk to anyone else—"
"I'll go crazy—" George blurted out. "Okay, Hermione, stop saying those horrible things. I understand."
"Poor Percy," Fred said, wiping away non-existent tears from the corner of his eye.
"We promise to try our best not to go against him during the Christmas holidays," George said.
"Just try to—" Fred emphasized again, "You know, most of the time it's Percy who initiates trouble for us."
"We were merely forced to retaliate."
Nobody believed Fred and George, just as nobody believed the goblins in the garden wouldn't steal potatoes.
The sky quickly darkened, the sun disappeared completely, and a half-moon hung obliquely above the humble dwelling, with only two or three stars nearby. A few candles floated into the air, illuminating the table laden with delicious food.
These were the fruits of Mrs. Weasley's afternoon's work, and they looked delicious.
But Harry didn't have much of an appetite, and even when he played half a game of Quidditch with Fred and the others, his eyes were always fixed on the path in front of the Burrow.
Sirius Black still hadn't arrived, nor had Lupin or the others.
"I just received a letter. Dumbledore has assigned them a new task at the last minute, and they won't be coming until Christmas tomorrow," Mrs. Weasley said with a smile. "But I promise, tonight's dinner will be just as sumptuous as tomorrow's."
"Alright, hurry up and eat, then you can look forward to what gifts you'll receive tomorrow."