Chapter 7 007. The Duties of the Prefects The Five Weasleys

To be honest, Scott didn't really want to get involved in the freshman's affairs.

He is neither a professor nor a prefect, and it is not his responsibility to deal with conflicts between students.

It's just...no one else has gotten up yet, and he can't leave the new students here.

"All right."

Scott walked to the sofa opposite the freshmen and sat down.

"So freshman, what's your name?"

"Jacob." The boy sniffed. "Jacob Kent."

Scott nodded, "Okay, Jacob. I'm Scott Trollope, fourth grade."

"Hello, Mr. Trollope," Jacob said softly.

Scott was not interested in the reasons for the conflicts among the freshmen, so he asked directly: "Jacob, why didn't you go to the prefects for help? You should know at least two prefects. As usual, after the dinner yesterday, there were five The prefects and prefects are responsible for bringing new students to Ravenclaw Tower.”

Jacob sniffed loudly again and said vaguely: "It's Miss Taylor and Mr. Cooper...but they both hate me...I dare not go to them..."

"Hate you?"

Scott realized that things might be more troublesome than he thought. He looked into Jacob's eyes and asked him: "Can you tell me what happened? What did you do? Why didn't it matter whether it was the freshman or the two prefects? Are...well, not friendly to you?"

"I didn't! That really wasn't what I did! They don't believe me!" Jacob suddenly raised his voice and screamed.

"stop!!"

Scott was so noisy that he had a headache and quickly stopped him.

Perhaps seeing Scott's bad expression, Jacob immediately apologized in a low voice with fear on his face: "I'm sorry, Mr. Trollope, but...it's really not me..."

"So what happened..."

Just when Scott was about to ask what was going on, he saw Penello coming down the stairs of the girls' dormitory from the corner of his eye, so he quickly stopped asking, stood up and walked over.

"Good morning, Penello."

"Oh, good morning, Scott." Penello was a little surprised, "What's the matter?"

"Over there." Scott pointed to Jacob, who was still curled up on the sofa. "Jacob Kent, a freshman, was kicked out of the dormitory by his roommates and spent the night in the common room. I think this It should be a matter for the prefect to deal with.”

He couldn't wait to get this out of the way.

"Oh, Scott," Penello said with a smile, "Maybe you could help the poor boy directly, I know you can handle it just fine."

"No, I'm not a prefect, this is not my responsibility." Scott refused immediately.

"Okay." Penello shrugged slightly, "It's very Ravenclaw to look on coldly, but..."

She smiled teasingly.

"Maybe next year... Professor Flitwick has always liked you, and he may choose you to be the new male prefect."

"Then let's talk about it next year."

Scott also shrugged his shoulders and came to Jacob with Penello.

Jacob had already stood up from the sofa and looked at the two of them with some trepidation.

Scott said in as gentle a tone as possible: "Okay, Jacob. This is Penelope Clivat, a sixth-year prefect who is also a Ravenclaw prefect. Don't worry, she will help you. "

"Miss Crevat." Jacob glanced at Peneno and quickly lowered his head.

"Hello, Jacob." Penello smiled reassuringly, "Come on, take me to your dormitory."

"But……"

Jacob was still a little scared, and he looked at Scott with pleading eyes.

Unfortunately, Scott had no intention of continuing to participate in this matter. He just comforted the boy: "Go ahead, Jacob. Peneno is a prefect, and she can speak better than me."

Penello stood aside and kept smiling, thoughtfully not revealing Scott's words.

When Jacob heard Scott say this, he could only take Penello to the male students' dormitory with his head drooping.

He couldn't help but look back several times on the way, but Scott had already sat on the sofa in front of the window and spread out the "Standard Spells Four" and didn't pay attention to his gaze.

Twenty minutes later, Scott closed the book, but Peneno had not yet come out of the boys' dormitory.

It seems that this matter is really troublesome?

Scott just muttered, still not wanting to participate. He tucked his textbooks and notebooks under his arm and walked out of the common room.

Descending the tower via the long spiral staircase, Scott saw Percy Weasley lingering beneath Ravenclaw Tower.

"Good morning, Weasley." Scott took the initiative to say hello, "Are you waiting for Penello?"

"Yes, good morning, Trollope."

Percy Weasley immediately stopped wandering and stood up straighter. It's just that his face is a little red, and the freckles on his face are more obvious.

Scott immediately understood why Penello got up so early, but he was not sorry for delaying the two's date.

After all, that's really the prefect's job, isn't it?

but……

"I'm afraid you'll have to wait, Weasley."

He could smoothly explain Penello's lateness.

"Unfortunately, something happened..." He didn't want to tell Gryffindor about Ravenclaw, so he vaguely said, "Anyway...it needs to be handled by Penello, the prefect. She is busy now. ”

"Oh, it's okay. The prefects certainly need to fulfill their duties." Percy Weasley obviously accepted this well. "Thank you for telling me, Trollope."

After saying goodbye to Percy Weasley, Scott left the Ravenclaw Tower and walked across the long elevated stone bridge towards the hall across the cliff.

It was almost breakfast time. Some students left their common rooms one after another, and Hogwarts Castle gradually woke up in the morning light.

"Good morning, Scott."

In the lobby of the hall, two overlapping voices suddenly greeted Scott.

"Good morning, Weasleys."

Facing the red-haired Weasley twins, Scott smiled more naturally than when facing their brother Percy Weasley.

"Oh Merlin's stinky socks!"

"We've known each other for three years!"

"Scott actually called us Weasleys!"

"Maybe he doesn't know that our parents also gave us names!"

Fred and George put their arms around Scott's shoulders, one on each side, and started to accuse him one after another.

"I bet, George, he also called Percy Weasley when he was talking to him just now." Fred raised the monocular in his other hand.

"Obviously, Fred, Mr. Trollope puts us and Percy on the same level in his interpersonal relationships!" George said angrily.

The two shouted at Scott's ear at the same time: "This is simply an insult to us!!"

"Okay, sorry." Scott surrendered quickly, "Forgive me, Fred, George, I met three Weasleys in a short period of time."

"Unfortunately, Mr. Trollope." George said.

Fred squinted his eyes, "Our little sister also enrolled this year."

George raised his eyebrows, "Plus our stupid little brother."

The two finally concluded in unison, "Now there are five Weasleys in Gryffindor."

Scott couldn't help laughing a few times, "That's really fortunate, I'm not in Gryffindor."

"This is really sad, Professor McGonagall's most proud student actually said that." Fred "sob" loudly.

George also wiped his "tears", "Merlin, Professor McGonagall obviously likes him so much."