Harry Potter's Escort, Prefects of Every House

"The ' Standard Book of Spells, Level 5' is fine; fifth graders can definitely learn this book. But this one..." Aaron picked up another book on the table, his expression becoming very interesting. "' Defensive Magical Theory,' is it really prepared for fifth graders?"

Even a novice would probably find this theory objectionable!

"This is the reading list sent by Hogwarts." Jeans shrugged. "But it certainly won't affect you, young master, since you can now freely use your Defense Against the Dark Arts."

"That's true, but... this is just too absurd."

Fudge planted his cronies at Hogwarts, fine, but at least have some sense of responsibility as a teacher!

"Dolores Umbridge is looking for Dumbledore's weaknesses; teaching is of little use to her."

"Hehe!" Aaron sighed slightly. "I just casually tossed the two books aside. Luckily Dolores Umbridge can't control me, otherwise I would have to deal with such an sycophantic oddball this school year."

"Young Master has great foresight," Jeans praised. "However, we cannot let our studies be wasted; we must still make the most of our class time."

"You didn't deliberately emphasize that," Aaron glared at him fiercely. "I will study the Elemental Magic of Ancestor Weihert diligently, and I'm even confident that I can completely master the ultimate-level magic of the five elements—fire, lightning, wind, earth, and water—within two years, but..."

"Young Master, you shouldn't be so ambitious," Jeans interrupted immediately, saying with a serious expression, "You are still a long way from Forbidden Magic."

"Uh... can you let me finish what I have to say?" Aaron, somewhat amused and exasperated. "What I mean is that I'm unlikely to make much progress in Elemental Magic arrays in the short term. Is there anything else I can learn?"

"This..." Jeans pondered for a moment, "Young Master can go and mention it to Lord Weihert himself."

"Forget it! Do you think I didn't mention it?"

Every time I mention this, he beats me up!

What's most infuriating is that the excuse is always exactly the same; they can't even be bothered to change it. Aaron got furious when he said this, and felt inexplicably wronged.

"Perhaps Lord Weihert wants the young master to fully master forbidden Elemental Magic first," Jeans said thoughtfully. "For centuries, the young master has been the only one who can inherit his abilities, so it's understandable that he doesn't want the young master to be distracted."

"I understand the logic, but I spent four years drawing those Elemental Magic circles." Aaron angrily held up four fingers. "Ask him if he could have maintained the patience for Elemental Magic circles for four years?"

Jeans paused for a few seconds, then said with shame, "I really didn't think of that."

"Tch!" Aaron curled his lip. "In short, I'm getting a little impatient."

If he keeps making excuses like wanting to run away before he's even learned it, just tell him you want to learn a different path.

"I will explain everything to Lord Weihert. Young Master, you can just wait for news from Hogwarts."

"Um!"

Aaron nodded; he trusted Jeans wouldn't let him down.

"Oh, and this too, young master should take a look." Jeans handed him a letter. "It was written to you personally by Dumbledore."

Aaron raised an eyebrow slightly, opened the envelope, and quickly scanned it.

"Hiss! Isn't this just asking for trouble?" Aaron's lips twitched slightly. "That old bastard definitely did it on purpose."

Jeans took the letter, read it, and a playful smile appeared on his lips. "Dumbledore, the Slytherin Prefect, still has good judgment."

"This is outrageous!" Aaron said irritably. "I remember telling Niall, but I didn't expect him to still leave this position for me."

"He has good taste too, doesn't he?"

"This has nothing to do with vision. Anyone who isn't blind can see that I'm the most suitable candidate for Prefect."

The problem is, I really don't want to be one; it's too much of a waste of time.

"Learning how to manage things in advance will be helpful for the young master when he inherits the family business," Jeans said seriously, though there was a hint of schadenfreude in his voice.

"That's a joke. Managing a group of students and managing a family are completely different concepts."

Besides, I've never seen my parents do much to care for me all these years!

"The old clan chief is still building, so the clan chief and his wife don't need to work so hard. They just need to do their part."

"That's settled then. My parents aren't worried, so why should I be in such a hurry?"

Uncle Jeans, write a letter to Dumbledore and ask him to find someone else to fill the Prefect position.

"Draco, Cavill, even Crabbe, Goyle, or if all else fails, make him choose a first-year or seventh-year student—anyone but me."

Jeans hesitated for a moment, then said awkwardly, "Young Master, I understand how you feel right now. However, according to the rules, the family cannot interfere in your Hogwarts affairs, so... I can't help you."

"It's just writing a letter, is that not allowed?"

"No." Jeans said directly.

"Then I can write it myself, right?"

"That's fine, but let me remind you, there's not enough time." Jeans smiled meaningfully. "Hogwarts starts tomorrow, Dumbledore won't have a better candidate for the time being."

Aaron:...

"So, even if I don't want to be Prefect, I have to be one for a while?"

"That's right, that's exactly it."

"Great," Aaron muttered speechlessly. "Then who's the other Prefect?"

"Pansy Parkinson's ".

"Just as I expected." Aaron shook his head with a wry smile. "Oh well, he's just Prefect, he has some privileges too."

The next day, accompanied by Aaron Jeans, he entered Platform Nine and Three-Quarters.

"This is all I can do for you. I hope you have a happy school year."

Aaron sneered and pushed his suitcase toward the Hogwarts Express.

However, he stopped halfway there because some acquaintances were carrying suitcases in front of him.

Woof woof!

The barking of a dog rang out, and a large black dog came up to him.

Aaron's lips twitched slightly. "Black's nose is really sharp!"

Abei immediately jumped off the suitcase and bared his teeth at the black dog.

"What's wrong? Is there anything unusual?" Moody limped over and asked, a strange look flashing across his face when he saw Aaron.

He scrutinized Aaron, his demonic eyes darting around in their sockets. "Gaius, what brings you here?"

"How ridiculous! Professor Moody, how dare you ask me this question?"

I wouldn't want to take the train if I could, but it's the easiest way to get to Hogwarts right now.

"Uh... sorry," Moody said awkwardly, "I've just been too stressed lately."

"I can tell," Aaron said as he pushed the cart forward. "It's only natural that Mr. and Mrs. Weasley Weasley come to see Ron and the others off."

But then it's not simple that you, Professor Lupin, and even this dog have come.

I'm guessing he's here to protect someone, Harry Potter, right?

"Woof woof!" the black dog barked again.

"Looks like I guessed right." Aaron walked to the train and saw the Weasley family, Harry, and Ron.

Besides them, there was Professor Lupin and a purple-haired witch.

Good morning, everyone.

"Aaron," Weasley said first, "It's terrible, but it's still nice to see you."

"Would you be interested in talking to us about something?" George and Fred asked, their eyes lighting up. "Although Mom might not like it."

"Never mind," Aaron said, waving his hand. He was somewhat interested in the twins' prank props, but not very interested in them.

"Have you two done something bad behind my back again?" Mrs. Weasley asked with a displeased expression.

"Absolutely not," George and Weasley said in unison.

"It's best if not. The youngest son of the Weasley family has Prefect, and you two as older brothers can't hold him back."

"Prefect?" Aaron was stunned for a moment, looking at Ron in astonishment. "You?"

"I know this is surprising; I didn't even expect it myself," Ron said with an embarrassed smile. "But it was Dumbledore's arrangement; he must have had his reasons."

Aaron's lips twitched, unsure of what to say.

It was one thing for me to become Prefect inexplicably, but for Ron to become Prefect as well was utterly absurd.

"And me," Hermione said excitedly, "the Prefect of Gryffindor."

"Congratulations," Aaron said somewhat numbly. He didn't think Prefect was anything special, but the others obviously didn't think so.

Who is this?

"Nymphadora Tonks," Weasley introduced. "She's Auror and Sirius Black's niece."

"Hello," Tonks said with a smile. "They've been mentioning your name quite a bit these days."

"I was planning to write to you," Hermione said dejectedly, "But Dumbledore thought it was unsafe to write letters. The Ministry of Magic is very strict, and our letters could be intercepted at any time."

Just then, the car horn sounded, urging the group to get on the bus.

"You'd better hurry." Mrs. Weasley gave Harry and the others a hug. "Get in the carriage quickly, and write to us if you forget anything."

Sirius Black stood up dramatically, put his front paws on Harry's shoulder, and said goodbye.

"Sirius Black, it was already risky enough to send you along," Mrs. Weasley said in a low voice, "But you shouldn't be going this far now."

Aaron boarded the train, placed his suitcase in the designated spot, and walked along the corridor to the Prefect carriage.

Opening the sliding door reveals nine people seated in this rather luxurious and spacious carriage.

"Alright, everyone's here now," said the male student council chairman.

"You're Prefect too?" Ron asked in surprise.

"I didn't have a chance to say it earlier." Aaron shrugged nonchalantly, then found a seat and sat down.

"Ahem!" The female student council president coughed and looked at everyone solemnly, saying, "First of all, let me briefly introduce the Prefect of each college."

Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Prefect of Gryffindor; Erland Macmillan, Hannah Aibo, Prefect of Hufflepuff; Ant-Man Goldstein, Padma Patil, Prefect of Ravenclaw; Aaron Gaius, Pansy Parkinson, Prefect of Slytherin.

"I believe you are all excellent students, otherwise you wouldn't have been appointed as Prefect," said the male student council president. "We are both seventh-year students, and time is a bit tight, so I'll keep it brief."

The Prefect has special rights, such as deducting House Points from other students or confining students as punishment for violating the rules.

On this train, Prefect have their own private compartments, so they don't have to spend time looking for seats. Hogwarts Prefect also have their own private restrooms where they can take a bath when they're bored.

"However, with rights come corresponding obligations," said the chairwoman of the women's student association. "They are responsible for maintaining discipline in public places, assisting teachers with some teaching and learning tasks, collecting homework, and managing various school affairs."

"In addition, we need to take the first-year students to their respective dormitories on their first day at Hogwarts," the male student council chairman added. "We also need to oversee the decorations for Christmas and other holidays, look after the younger students, and ensure they follow school rules."

That's all we have to say. Are there any other questions?

"That sounds like a hassle," Aaron said casually. "Can I just not be Prefect?"

"This..." The two student council chairpersons exchanged a glance, both able to see the astonishment in each other's eyes.

"If you want to refuse this position, you can apply to the principal or the dean of the college, but I suggest you think it over carefully," the male student council president said seriously. "Although the job of Prefect is a bit troublesome, it still carries a lot of power."

Furthermore, your status Prefect will give your job application an edge after graduation.

Aaron smiled but didn't say anything.

Job hunting? He'll probably have to wait his next life for that opportunity.

"Does anyone else have any questions?" the female student council chairwoman asked.

"Um..." Ron raised his right hand, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "I'd like to understand the point deduction policy more carefully."

"Weasley." The male student council president shook his head helplessly. "The Prefect has the same right to deduct points as the professor, but points cannot be deducted arbitrarily. This right can only be exercised when a student violates school rules and regulations."

However, you can decide the punishment for solitary confinement yourself. Standing guard, patrolling, copying school rules, cleaning the shed, wiping trophies—anything is fine. But I don't recommend bringing your personal emotions into it.

"No, I promise," Ron said confidently, but only he knew what he was really thinking.

"I hope you say you'll do what you say," Pansy sneered. "If you're deliberately making things difficult for Slytherin House, then..."

"Are you trying to make things difficult for me?" Ron retorted without any politeness. "The Malfoy and their ilk have a long history of problems."

"That's still better than you guys. The trouble you've caused in the past few years is enough to fill a book."

"We are already Prefect."

"Dumbledore really senile, actually letting the most troublesome person be Prefect."

"That's enough," Aaron interrupted them. "Can you shut up?"

"Just to give me face, and also to give the student association president face,"

"It's alright," the male student council chairman said with a smile. "Each college has two Prefect so that they can supervise each other. I believe you will all do your jobs well."