Acromantulas Are Not Heartless Creatures

"Take a close look at Hagrid's Wooden House. Doesn't this layout resemble the Prefects' bathroom?"

"No."

"Do you know how big the Prefects' bathroom is?"

"No, and we don't want to know."

"The Prefects' bathroom was originally even smaller than Hagrid's Wooden House. Later, when there wasn't enough space, they knocked down the partition walls and combined several rooms to create the Prefects' bathroom we have now. Do you know why they expanded it?"

"..."

"It was to display the Quidditch champion Silver Cups. Over the past several centuries, hundreds of Silver Cups have been left at Hogwarts. They are all witnesses to honor."

Ron's proud eyebrows were practically flying off his face. He turned to Harry and Ginny, waggled his brows, and continued, "Remember the photograph of Professor McGonagall when she was a student? Remember Harry's father's trophy? Our trophies will stay in the Prefects' bathroom too. Years from now, when our children come to Hogwarts, they'll see the names of our team members while serving detention, cleaning the Prefects' bathroom, and polishing the trophies."

Harry suddenly thought of a crucial question. "Why are you so sure our children will get detention?"

Ron froze for a moment, seeming to seriously consider the answer. In the end, he asked, "Why wouldn't they?"

"Hiss."

Harry drew in a breath and actually felt that Ron had a point.

"Do you know what that means?"

Ron took a sip of water to wet his throat, then answered his own question. "I'm the captain, so I'll be listed first!"

"..."

Ginny sat beside them with a blank expression, her eyes complicated and subtle. If Hagrid had not stopped her from helping, she definitely would not have been sitting here listening to these two idiots talk nonsense. She silently sighed. Even Legilimency could not read