"I don't understand why they didn't let us attend the meeting, but Silver joined." Harry Potter said with a gloomy face, holding a feather duster that Mrs. Weasley stuffed him, aimlessly cleaning the spider web that did not exist.

"Come on, Harry, don't show off the face of someone stolen 10,000 gold Gallon. If you want to say unpleasant words, George and I are the most qualified. We are both adults, but we still can't attend the meeting." Fred smiled.

"But fortunately, my mother wouldn't keep staring at our inventions. Everything has its pros and cons, Fred." George waved a thing similar to a rubber meteor hammer, "Look at this, Harry, the magic meteor hammer, which can hit objects within five meters, and dye him various colors, and take Ron!"

"Damn it, I want to tell mom, George!" Ron was hit by a meteor hammer and his whole body was dyed purple.

"Ron, you look so handsome now. Are you going to become a crying little Ronnie and complain to your mother again?" George waved the rubber meteor hammer with contempt. "Maybe you want to change another color?"

As the holiday was coming to an end, Harry found himself missing Hogwarts more and more day by day. He couldn't wait to see Hagrid, want to play Quidditch, and even walk through the vegetable fields to the greenhouse of herbs. It was so pleasant to leave this dirty, rotten old house, half of the cabinets were locked tightly, and the old and ugly house elf Clicher always hid and yelled around and yelled, which made Harry feel bored.

In fact, living in the Order of the Phoenix headquarters of the Anti-Voldemort was not as interesting or exciting as Harry had originally thought. Although members of the Order of the Order of the Wind were in and out regularly, sometimes staying for dinner, sometimes staying for a few minutes and saying a few whispers, Mrs. Weasley made sure not to let Harry and others hear anything. Silver would sometimes come. But he and Harry always treat each other as air. Harry didn't know how to treat this former friend.

On the last day of the holiday, Harry was cleaning the feces from Shanghai Devi on the closet, and Ron walked into the bedroom with two envelopes.

"The book is here," he said, throwing an envelope to Harry, who was standing in the chair. "It's time to come, I thought they had forgotten, and they had been here in the past years long ago?"

Harry swept the last bit of feces into a garbage bag. Then he threw the bag from Ron's head into the wastebasket in the corner. The wastebasket swallowed the garbage bag and burped loudly. Then Harry opened his letter, which contained two parchment paper: one was a reminder to him to start school on September 1, and the other told him what books he needed for the next school year.

“There are only two new books,” he said as he read the list, “Standard Spell. Level 5, by Miranda Goshak, and by Wilbert Slinka.”

Bang! Fred and George's Phantom appeared and suddenly appeared next to Harry.

"We are wondering who ordered the book Slinka," Fred said softly.

"Because that means Dumbledore has found a new teacher in the Dark Magic Defense Arts class," George said.

"It's time to find it, too," Fred said.

"What does this mean?" Harry asked, jumping down and landing beside them.

"Harry, you really should use your brain, Moody is gone. We must have a new teacher in the Dark Magic Defense Arts class," said George.

"Ron, what's wrong with you?" Fred asked. Ron didn't answer. Harry turned his head and saw Ron standing there motionlessly, his mouth slightly open, staring blankly at the letter Hogwarts gave him. "What's going on?" Fred asked impatiently, as he walked behind Ron and looked over his shoulder at the parchment.

Fred opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"Captain?" he said, glaring at the letter in disbelief. "Captain?"

George rushed forward, snatched the envelope from Ron's other hand and turned it over. Harry saw something fall into George's palm. "Impossible." George said in a low voice.

"It must be a mistake," Fred snatched the letter from Ron's hand, holding it high in the light, as if to check the watermark on it, "A normal-minded person. Who would choose Ron as the chief?" The twins' heads turned around in unison, staring at Harry with four eyes at the same time.

"We thought it must be you!" Fred said. "After all, you are a famous celebrity of extraordinary origin and have made headlines in the Prophet Daily so many times!"

"I guess it must be those bizarre words that dragged him down," George said to Fred. "Yeah," Fred said slowly. "Yeah, you're creating too much trouble, man. Hey, at least one of you two has been given priority."

He strode to Harry, patted him on the back, and glared at Ron with a mean look. "Captain?? Ronnie little has become a Chief." "Oh, mom must be disgusting." George sighed, stuffing the Chief's badge into Ron's hand, as if he was afraid that it would defile himself.

Ron still didn't say a word, just took the badge and looked blankly for a while, then handed it to Harry, as if silently asking Harry to confirm that the badge was genuine. Harry took it. The Gryffindor lion had a large letter "P". On the first day he entered Hogwarts, he had seen such a badge on Percy's chest.

The door was pushed open with a slam, and was one of the last people Harry wanted to see.

But he came over.

"Ron, are you the new Gryffindor chief?"

"Uh, I think, maybe that's the case." Ron stammered, as if he hadn't recovered from the surprise of getting the senior.

"Then we might have the chance to work together. I am the new chief of Ravenclaw." Silver nodded.

"Hey, Jack, can you ask Dumbledore? I still think that my stupid brother is not suitable for being a senior. Maybe his owl gave him the wrong partner?" Fred patted Ron on the shoulder, "No matter how you look at it, I don't think Ron has the potential to be a senior."

"Yes." George nodded wildly in agreement, "if they had to choose a senior, their grades would not be as bad as Ron."

"My grades are not bad!" Ron retorted, but unfortunately his brothers ignored him.

"I can't interfere too much in Principal Dumbledore's decision." Silver's voice smiled, "After all, I've asked him to change the candidate for a premier."

Harry heard this and stared at Silver.

"Dumbledore told me that Professor McGonagall intended to be Gryffindor's female chief, but I think Hermione spent more time in the Lavenclaw lounge than Gryffindor, so he helped her turn down the appointment."

George said strangely, "So what is the new female chief in Gryffindor?"
Chapter completed!