Harry Potter: This savior is a bit bad

Chapter 520 Who will be the Slytherin prefect?

Professor McGonagall was very disappointed with Ron and she asked him to sit down with a stern face.

Perhaps, she also didn't understand why her boss, Headmaster Dumbledore, would completely ignore the candidate's qualifications and abilities in order to compensate Weasley.

In her opinion, Ron was not even a little bit inferior to Hermione.

Not only are his grades mediocre, but he also lacks the tolerance to tolerate others.

"People at the bottom always blame each other, hoping to pull others up to their level. This is their bad nature..."

Draco witnessed the scene in the classroom and defined it to me and Harry.

He played with the prefect badge in his hand: "Gryffindor chose Weasley, which will make others think that it is easy to be elected as a prefect."

"What, you regret it?"

I joked.

You know, Harry is one of the candidates for Slytherin prefect and Draco's biggest rival.

I don't know how he convinced Snape, but he finally got the prefect badge.

I observed Harry silently, feeling a little inexplicably worried.

In the original book, Harry felt resentful towards Dumbledore because he was not chosen as a prefect.

It's like the follower following behind you becomes the master, but you don't get any status.

"Aurora, what's wrong?"

Seeing that I was staring at him silently, Harry asked.

"Well... Godfather probably didn't choose you because Draco and I are his godsons... Godfather is partial, it's not your fault..."

I tried to express myself, but for some reason it sounded like I was adding fuel to the fire.

"I...I didn't mean that..."

I wanted to explain, but I found myself making things worse.

"Aurora, what do you mean?"

Harry's face remained expressionless, but his emerald eyes narrowed slightly.

He approached me step by step.

"Aurora, are you showing off to me?"

Harry gave a sarcastic smile.

"Of course not! I just don't want you to dwell on it... Just like Gryffindor chose Weasley, the so-called prefect has nothing to do with ability."

"You offended two people with just one sentence..." Harry turned his head to look at Draco.

The meaning is self-evident.

Didn't what I just said mean that Draco has no ability and got the position purely through nepotism?

Now not only was Harry unable to comfort Draco, but his face also turned green with anger.

"I have no words to defend myself..."

I actually blurted out a certain Ru's classic lines.

I covered my face, and the image that came to my mind was of a man with big innocent eyes and a sausage-like mouth that could hold a soy sauce bottle...

Draco burst out laughing.

"Okay, don't scare her...it was you who offered to give up the title of prefect..." Draco explained.

"what?"

Harry gave up on his own initiative, so wasn't what I just saying just wishful thinking?

I was so embarrassed that I wished I could find a hole to crawl into.

"Don't be shy, Aurora. I know... you're worried about me... I'm glad..."

He came to me.

I lowered my head and in front of me was the tiptoes of his leather shoes.

Draco and Harry would wear more tailored suits due to their early exposure to family matters.

The slim fit highlights the tall and slender figure.

He played with the prefect badge on my chest, looking down at me with a smile in his eyes.

But I couldn't help but think of their toned and muscular bodies when they took off their suits.