Bill had excellent grades and was one of Flitwick's prized students. He had done well as a substitute Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, but that did not mean he was an excellent prefect.
Or, in Charlie's words, he was doing an absolutely terrible job. Gryffindor was now completely out of control. Someone had even given Filch a Fanged Frisbee as a "Christmas present," and the "monster" had chased Filch all over the place.
He had tried to fit in with everyone else, with the result that even when he discovered these pranks, he would not "meddle." Worse still, he was not good at Quidditch, and he had Percy, his first-year brother.
Percy had now become the leader of the first-years. Everyone knew he was the prefect's brother. If Percy could do something, then everyone else could do it too.
"What did Percy do?" Pomona asked Charlie on the way back to the castle.
"Nothing," Charlie said gloomily.
"Was it about that rat?" Pomona asked again.
"No," Charlie said.
For the moment, Pomona could not guess what Percy might have done. Could he really be so ambitious that, as a first-year, he intended to steal Bill's prefect badge?
Then they parted ways at Hagrid's hut. Charlie did not intend to return to the castle with them.
Once children reached a certain age, they were bound to have one or two little secrets.
Pomona did not pry into what Charlie and Hagrid were hiding. She returned to the castle with Ruse. He truly was not much of a talker, but he spoke with Pomona about many ways to prepare North Pole cuisine. Fish in the North Pole were generally large and firm-fleshed. In summer, one could also dig up berries and seaweed. There was no need for a refrigerator; they could