You Might as Well Make Yourself Clearer

"Sometimes I'm glad," Seamus said with a grin, lying on his bed in the dorm. "I'm not the Prefect— look, it's been almost half an hour, and Ron still hasn't come back. Is he assigning dorm rooms to the freshmen? Or is he maintaining order?"

"They should all be done," Neville said, wiping his nose. "It's already so late, how could they not have finished? I bet something held them up, maybe they were called to a meeting?"

They weren't sleepy yet, so Harry suggested using the Crystal Ball's projection function to watch a Muggle movie.

The suggestion was approved by everyone. The boys were very resourceful. Neville turned the curtains into a movie screen and hung them on the wall, while Seamus came up with some soundproofing tricks to avoid disturbing the students in other dorm rooms.

"Take a look at this," Harry said, turning to them as he found a movie. "The Shawshank Redemption, a great movie from two years ago. It tells the story of a banker named Andy who is wrongly convicted and then escapes from prison."

"Isn't this Sirius Mr. Black?" Seamus raised an eyebrow; the story sounded all too familiar.

Harry suddenly realized why the story sounded so familiar.

"Come on, come on." Neville rummaged through the box and pulled out a bunch of snacks. "Let's eat while we watch. Watching a movie alone isn't fun; we need to eat something."

This reminded Harry, who took out a Coke of Muggle from his wallet and put it in his dormitory.

Alfonso has now been transferred to Veratia's hands, and his wallet is empty again.

However, after sending Alfonso away, cleaning out the bones in his wallet was indeed a difficult task.

If it weren't for the House Elf helping him, Harry would have been thinking of getting a new wallet.

They sat comfortably on the sofa that appeared out of nowhere.

Harry activated the Crystal Ball, projecting the movie onto the screen.

As for the origin of this film—don't ask, it's all thanks to Mr. LeMay's ingenious tool.

It wasn't until 10 o'clock that a exhausted Ron returned to his dorm room.

Ron froze as soon as he entered the dormitory.

Then, he let out a painful roar, demanding, "What are you doing?!"

"As you can see," Harry said with a grin, "We're watching a movie."

"You didn't even wait for me to go to the movies!" Ron fumed as he walked over, plopped down on Neville's sofa, and conjured one up for himself as well.

He reached for a handful of snacks, looked up, and asked, "How long have you been watching?"

"It's almost over," Seamus said with a knowing look. "But if you want to watch one more, we can watch one more with you."

"That's more like it!" Ron snorted.

After the Shawshank Redemption finished showing, Harry found another movie called The Godfather.

"I've always heard Mr. Granger say," Ron said, his eyes lighting up, "That The Godfather is Bible for every man. I think I need to take a good look at it."

Then, after the movie was over, Ron's entire demeanor changed.

"Go to sleep, Ron," Seamus said with a yawn. "The movie was great, but I'm so sleepy—I have to get up for class tomorrow."

Unexpectedly, Ron suddenly spoke in a very raspy voice, "Seamus, Seamus, I don't know what I did wrong to make you so disrespectful to me. You won't even call me Prefect!"

Enraged, Seamus threw a pillow, hitting Ron in the face.

The next morning, Ron was still imitating the old Godfather.

"This year is pretty good." Hermione said, hands on her hips, standing in the Common Room and looking at the clean walls. "There weren't any clones arguing this year, and they weren't randomly posting flyers. Everything is moving in a positive direction."

"Yes, those clones are my brothers," Ron said.

"Oh, I'm glad you didn't become a mischievous Sprite like them," Hermione said sarcastically.

They walked with Harry through the portrait hole to the Great Hall for their meal.

"Stop!" Hermione said, blocking a fourth-year student who was clutching a dark green disc and trying to squeeze past her.

"The Fanged Frisbee is a contraband. Hand it over now," Hermione said sternly.

The gloomy-faced boy handed over the roaring flying saucer, ducked under Hermione's arm, and went after his friends.

Once Ron was out of sight, he snatched the flying saucer from Hermione's hands.

"That's awesome! I've wanted one of these for ages," Ron said, staring at the flying saucer.

"This is stolen property I confiscated!" Hermione snatched the flying saucer back. "Keep your hands to yourself!"

"Fine," Ron said with a shrug.

They went to the Great Hall and sat down to have breakfast.

The ceiling of the Great Hall was a deep blue, with wisps of light clouds floating by, just like the sky outside the high, framed windows.

Harry and Ron were drinking oatmeal and eating eggs and ham while chatting with Hermione about the movie they watched the night before.

"You guys actually watched ' The Shawshank Redemption '?" Hermione exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. "That's my favorite movie..."

"I didn't watch it," Ron said dejectedly. "They watched the movie while you and I were out in a meeting. By the time I got back to my dorm, the movie was almost over, so I only caught the ending—but I did watch The Godfather, the one Mr. Granger loved the most."

"This is a classic too, but I don't really like it," Hermione said, frowning. "It's too violent. How can we allow that? You two good kids must never imitate it."

Good boy?

You think Michael Lyon is violent, right?

To put it simply, Michael ordered fewer people to be killed than Harry killed any Dark Wizard.

Seeing that neither of them responded, Hermione knew she was in an awkward silence.

But this wasn't the first time; Hermione was used to this kind of situation, so she spoke again without any embarrassment:

So which courses are you planning to take?

"Anyway, I'm not choosing Ancient Runes," Ron said, chewing on a piece of ham. "Too boring, too dull. But I haven't decided what courses to take yet. Maybe—I should rule out divination first?"

"Occupy School is one of the easiest courses you can learn," Hermione said without looking up. "Why don't you think about what you're better suited to learn? I suggest you learn something simple; your brain isn't really suited to learning anything complicated."

"You're so clever, you should learn Arithmancy," Ron retorted. "Why don't you come and learn this simple Divination Class?"

"Because Professor Trelawney thought I didn't have the talent for it." Hermione looked up as she said this, pretending to think for a moment before continuing, "What did she say about me? Oh right, she said my soul was as dry and lifeless as a book, utterly meaningless. I remember it, I remember it very clearly."

"Women," Ron and Harry exchanged a glance. "They really hold grudges."

"Let's eat quickly," Hermione said calmly. "We'll be choosing our courses soon, and you don't want to get tortured by Professor McGonagall for not being able to decide which courses to take, do you?"

After breakfast, they remained seated, waiting for Professor McGonagall to come down from the faculty dining table. Distributing course schedules this semester was more complicated than usual; Professor McGonagall first had to ensure that each student's 0. WL score met the requirements before allowing them to continue with their chosen NEWT Advanced course.

Hermione's course was immediately set: she would continue studying Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Herbology, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, and Potions.

Without further delay, she immediately went to her first Ancient Runes class.

Neville's case went through a few more twists and turns. Professor McGonagall looked down at his application while checking his 0. WL grade. Neville's round face was full of anxiety.

"Herbology, very good," she said. "Your 0. WL grade is 'Excellent,' Professor Sprout will be very happy to see you back. Your Defense Against the Dark Arts grade is 'Good,' so you're qualified to continue taking it. Transfiguration Class is also good; a 'Good' grade is sufficient. Welcome to the Advanced Class to continue learning Transfiguration Class with me."

For a moment, the anxiety on Neville's face disappeared.

Professor McGonagall looked at him through her square glasses, her eyes full of encouragement and hope.

"I suggest you switch your current class to Charms Class," Professor McGonagall said again. "I see your Charms Class grade is 'Good'—why don't you apply for the advanced Charms Class?"

"My grandma thinks choosing Charms Class is just for convenience," Neville replied, scratching his head.

"Choose Charms Class," Professor McGonagall said gently. "I'm going to write a letter to Augusta to remind her that she shouldn't think the course is unworthy of study just because she failed her Charms Class."

Seeing the incredulous joy on Neville's face, Professor McGonagall tapped a blank timetable with the tip of her wand and handed it to Neville, on which his courses for the semester were already filled out in detail.

"You can go now, Longbottom," Professor McGonagall reminded Neville.

However, Neville didn't move. Instead, he asked curiously, "Professor, you just said that my grandmother doesn't like Charms Class because she failed her Charms Class exam?"

"Yes." Professor McGonagall smiled, a rare sight on her face. "We're still classmates—you can ask her about that when you get back. I don't think she should use her grades to judge the value of a course."

But Neville clearly didn't think that way. He was just thinking that even his usually brilliant grandmother could fail. "Alright, Longbottom," Professor McGonagall said with a smile, not angry. "You should leave now. The next person is waiting."

"Okay, Professor." Neville left happily.

Professor McGonagall then turned to Parvati Pettigrew.

"You don't want to take the Divination Class, is that right?" Professor McGonagall said gently.

"Yes," Parvati said, head bowed, "I don't really like Professor Trelawney; she's just too—"

"Oh, if that's what you're worried about, then there's no need to worry," Professor McGonagall said seriously. "We have a new Divination Class professor this year. He only arrived at the school today and didn't attend the dinner yesterday. He'll be teaching the advanced Divination Class for sixth and seventh graders."

"Really?" Parvati's eyes lit up.

"Yes," Professor McGonagall nodded. "Pettigrew, it's a real shame you didn't choose Divination Class —I saw your grades, 'Excellent,' which means you have outstanding potential in Divination Class."

"Yes, Professor!" Parvati left happily.

"Now, Potter. Potter— " Professor McGonagall turned to Harry as she checked her notes, "Your Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, and Transfiguration are all excellent. And I must say, I'm very pleased with your Transfiguration results, Potter, very pleased."

"Thank you for your compliment, Professor," Harry nodded.

Professor McGonagall looked up at her favorite student in her teaching career. "You are the most talented student I have ever encountered since I started teaching. Even that mysterious person cannot compare to your talent."

This is saying that if Voldemort had Harry's talent, what would have happened?

"Oh, right," Professor McGonagall added, "Your former captain, Angelina Jansen, has graduated, and you will be the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team from now on."

Angelina had previously discussed this matter with Harry.

"I understand, Professor," Harry nodded.

Professor McGonagall handed him the schedule and said, "By the way, by the way—twenty students have already signed up for the Quidditch team. I'll give you the list later, and you can arrange the selection matches when you have time. This is the important thing."

Harry understood Professor McGonagall's unspoken message.

Attending classes isn't your job; Quidditch is!

That makes sense, after all, Harry is already at NEWT's level.

After Harry stood up, Ron walked over and sat in his seat, waiting for Professor McGonagall's therapy session.

After finishing his talk, Harry left and sat down in a seat a short distance away to wait for Ron.

It was clear that Ron was very confident, accepting Professor McGonagall's instruction with his head held high, and occasionally even smiling at Harry.

It has to be said that Ron has changed quite a bit over the years.

After a while, Ron's schedule was also arranged. He had the same classes as Harry, and the two of them left the table together.

"Look," Ron said excitedly, looking at his timetable, "We have no classes now, no classes after the break, and no classes after lunch—it's fantastic! This is completely different from last year's packed schedule!"

Since there were no classes, they returned to the Common Room, where there were only six or seven seventh-year students, including Katie Bell, who was the only remaining member of the Gryffindor Quidditch team that Harry had joined in his first year.